The Psychotic Elf (Continued)

[The Fifth]

Calad nearly fell off the branch himself, but clung onto it before he could fall. He slowly sat up, and his hair blew wildly from the breeze created from the beating of the dragon's wings. The elf watched as the dragon comforted the faerie. He was a bit startled by that, but soon climbed down the thick tree and landed without a noise on the grass.

Not much happened now; it felt like time was taking forever. The sky was not stuck in this awkward time, but it had started to lighten just a bit, becoming dark navy blue. Perhaps there was a tinge of brighter blue here and there, signaling that to-morrow would be a cloudy day.