Ilia...boy how he missed it after all that he had been trhough in Bern...he missed the snow...the mountains that were always around you...the clean air...
...Everything...
Falkon took a deep breath, before letting it out, to watch it before his face as he then flew through it," Fly lower so your wings don't freeze..." he patted the side of the scaley beast, that let out a roar before descending as ordered. he landed at a nearby town, scattering the crowd that had appearently gathered at the sight of the white mount, thinking it was a pegasus and rider...get a momocle or something buffoons. Dismounting, he nodded his head to some citizens who had decided not to move, and they seemed to calm down, after all: even if he was obviously no pegasus knight, he was still a man of Ilia,"So...have I missed much...?" he asked one man, who began whispering a reply, while walking in a certain direction, then being pointed off towards the mountains in the distance," The inn on the other side...? Alright...I don't see why a Sacean would travel all the way here, but they must have news, ey...?" he whistled for his wyvern, before making a running leap off the edge of a cliff, his mount catching him perfectly in the saddle, something they had practiced alot, messing up on short falls, as they took off to find the Sacean man at the other inn...