Finn still felt like he was flying even though he and Thalanil were seated at the dining room table and were very firmly on the ground. All afternoon, his father had taught him the basics of riding wyverns, but, for once, something in the Fae world had not been hard for him. He had seemed to know what to do before Thalanil had told him to do it. It had been the same when Jacob was teaching him to ride horses. He and the mount were one. Though Lightheart was far different than Sweetfire, Finn had felt just as confident in the saddle.

“You are a natural at this, Finrael!” his father had called from Shadeheart’s back.