I should’ve written this earlier today, but let’s try to bulldoze through and see where we end up. (previous)
The wyvern was anxiously shifting left and right. ‘Not a good idea?’ Mitchell asked when he noticed. ‘He sort of had it coming though.’ He paused, not sure if he wanted to know what Andrea would’ve thought about it. ‘Andrea might’ve found it justified as well.’
A loud noise echoed through the chamber. The creature was scraping its claws on the floor. It seemed uneasy. Hesitating? It was slowly crawling closer to Mitchell, who was slightly alarmed but didn’t intend on fleeing. He got up though when the wyvern suddenly closed a lot of distance. ‘Woah. What’s the… What’s the idea here?’ It rested its body on the floor again, and nodded its head backward. When Mitchell didn’t respond, it tapped its arm against its torso twice and nodded again.
‘You sure this is okay?’ Mitchell slowly came closer. Step by step. He had the idea the wyvern wanted him get on its back. ‘We can trust each other, right?’ When he got close enough, he laid a hand on the wyvern’s arm. The scales felt slightly rough, but still smooth enough to comfortably stroke. Moving his hand back in the opposite direction hurt a little bit. He didn’t mind. Using the arm as a ladder, he climbed up. Though the wyvern’s back wasn’t very high, he had some trouble lifting his own weight up. His ride compensated by tilting slightly.
After some hassle, Mitchell had positioned himself between two spikes on the wyvern’s back. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, but at least he could sit relatively stably. ‘So, what now?’ he asked, signaling he was ready to go… for whatever the wyvern had in mind. Mitchell briefly flinched when it effortlessly lifted itself from the ground, and started crawling into the caves.
Damn that feels like such sloppy writing. Oh well, at least it gets the plot moving. (next)