☀️ Arselia and Akonia

A magical Pegasus races through the skies faster than a flock of harpies can react to its approach.

-- Much better than airships! -- Erefir shouts, trying to be heard over the wind. -- After this journey, if it ends well, I'll definitely have something to write in my diary! Meanwhile, I want to commend you for your courage, you guys! Especially you, Guion! Don't freeze up when we fly past those places! ))) -- the redhead said teasingly at the end.

Sensing the approach of the imperial envoy, he awakens and raises his head. The Pegasus and the three people riding on it were about the same size as the dragon's eye.

Beata and Guion politely bow their heads, greeting the dragon, and look at Erefir.

For a moment, the girl was breathless from the power and majesty of the king. A proud and independent creature, from whose wrath they were protected only by the historical peace treaty, which had become fragile and unreliable now that Emperor Raidaark, with his methods of conducting dragon wars, had faded into the river of mortal oblivion.

It was difficult to judge dragon etiquette standards. At the first glance at the travelers, Erefir bowed her head, placing her hand on her heart, showing her intentions, but later, following human standards, they should have dismounted and appeared before the royal person, bowing on one knee, and then waited for permission to speak. For this purpose, the nosenrot seeks a place to land the Pegasus at a respectful distance, unless, of course, the king objects or expresses dissatisfaction.