#smacks iago. you can fit so much repressed wonder and awe in this bad boy

[accultant]

[ HERO ]: sender notices the receiver about to fall from a height, and manages to intervene just in time, catching them before they get hurt.

get saved by a dragon, idiot - from Ormor

In hindsight, perhaps trying to snag that interesting flower sprouting out of the cliffside was a mistake. Perhaps, just maybe, it was not their best idea to inch out on what seemed to be a 'sturdy enough' bit of branch to get a closer look. And maybe, just possibly, they could have been a little more cautious rather than rushing to snatch it up before their companions notice them doing something silly and arguably 'dangerous.'

In their defense, it was a very odd-looking plant. Okay- that was a bad defense. But in defense of that, they don't get out much.

All of these realizations come just a second too late, of course, as Iago is abruptly pulled away from their curious side quest by the crack of a branch. They scramble to grab onto something to little avail and a string of uncharacteristic curses spills out of them right as their stomach drops.

What an embarrassing way to go. And I've crushed the flower, I won't even be able to find out what kind it is. Maybe I'll have time for research since it seems I will likely break every bone in my body and be bedridden for Gods know how long oh look there's the ground well this is simply the worst shit shit shit sHIT-

Ever the coward, their eyes are squeezed firmly shut when their stomach flips again, their fall brought to a halt by something other than the earth coming to meet them. They feel dizzy by the sudden change of direction and when their eyes pop back open, they feel as if they might've truly fallen and this is some sort of fever dream while they're broken and likely bleeding to death at the bottom of a cliff.

But the whizzing of air past their face and the steady bwhum bwhum bwhum (as they will later transcribe it in their journal) of large wings certainly seems real enough after a few moments of recovery. Their hand - not the one still dazedly clutching onto an absolutely obliterated flower - twitches for something to hold onto and they find only scales (Scales!?). Iago snaps back to attention in an instant as they try to sit up for a better look. The wind nearly knocks them right off again in their excitement and they have to throw themselves flat against the dragon's (DRAGON?!) back once more.

"You have to be kidding me," A delirious, adrenaline-fueled laugh bubbles out of them and they lift their head again, a little more carefully this time, eyes wide and sparkling. Any and all logic flits out of their head. Iago's incessant internal monologue and overthinking come to a blissful silence for the first time in years, replaced by pure awe.

They feel like they're nine years old again drawing pictures of dragons in the dirt outside their childhood home. This is easily one of the best things to have ever happened to them.