"Yeh sure about this, little one?" Gajeel asked, leaning over her to make sure the straps were secure. Levy could barely suppress the little shiver that shot up her spine; whether it was in excitement of the ride or the fact that his breath ghosted over her skin, she wasn't sure. But she was immensely happy that the face mask hid her blush as he leaned back, wrapping his arms around her in a slight hug. "After all, we're gonna be flying pretty fast for a little scriptor to hang on," he teased, chuckling as she elbowed him lightly.
She gulped, then leaned forward to grasp the grips tightly. "I'm sure," she said, to both Rider and dragon. "I want to feel what it's like to really fly."
Panther rumbled, pleased. Gajeel grinned wildly, unable to resist the urge to wrap his arms around her in a quick hug, chucking as she squeaked. She'd grown so much, as a scriptor, and as someone who was terrified at the sight of dragons to flying as a rider!
He planted a quick kiss on her shoulder, then leaned forward to grasp the grips next to hers. 'Alright, Panther, let's go!'
The dragon hummed happily, stretching his wings before coiling his legs for his leap.