Ivo
At hearing what Alora wanted to see, Ivo smiled. "Oh, Well you'd better hold ti-" He felt her grip tighten on his spike as he spoke. "As you wish. Let me gain some altitude, just in case you fall. I will be able to catch you if we are higher up." He began to ascend. "You see, what I learnt from the scrolls at the monasteries was that flying is more about reading the wind and making fine adjustments to work with the wind instead of against it. Most dragons fly like they are trying to tame the wind beneath their wings, but if you let the wind do as it pleases, it will let you so as you please with it's aid. Observe." He leveled off and banked in a wide circle, tilting the front of his wings up, the back down, and lifting one slightly above the other, sending them into slowly accelerating corkscrew spiral, heading downward.
After four circles, he craned his neck further back and, his spine arching and bringing the spirals in closer. He leveled out and straitened his wings, pulling out of the spiraling dive and letting Alora's equilibrium recover from the dizzying stunt.
