Chivalry Isn't Dead | A Clawtie Fanfiction

• Bonding •

Sparks grumbled in his low, wordless vocal, impatient of what his owner was doing on his back.

"Just a minute, Sparks. I'm almost done," Claw said as he was near finished on the final touches of the saddle, which was more like the basket of a hot air balloon.

He double checked the straps he already double checked three times before, now the fourth. This act made the dragon's head shake, a tiny bit annoyed from the uncertain Dobermann.

Both their ears perked up from the sound of a rather happy voice, asking them if they were ready.

"Yeah, we—"

Claw turned around to see the pup with a pair of briefcases on her back. The owner and his flying steed looked at each other, questioning silently on why the terrier needed to bring unnecessary items for their trip. She already had a small bag around her chest, it should be more than enough. It's not like they're going away for a few months.

Before Claw could say anything, however, Sweetie already let her baggages fall down on the grass, picking one up with her teeth before she used the reptile's wing as stairs.

"There we go," she said, patting her briefcase that was inside the basket before tying it to a rope to prevent it from falling off.

Returning for the other supplies she brought, Claw stood before her, clearing his throat.

"I can lift this for you," he proclaimed, Sweetie smiling honestly before giving a small thanks, heading over to Sparks' head. Claw just observed her, glad that she wasn't being as mean as she was before. Maybe she liked the idea of flying.

Grabbing the handle of Sweetie's briefcase, Claw pulled it up, only to feel like his back broke into two, unable to lift the object off the ground.

"Did you bring rocks?" he yelled at Sweetie.

She replied nonchalantly, "No, I brought bricks. I want to throw them while we're flying and break someone's window."

Claw waited for Sweetie to actually answer his question, but when she realized his patience, she added, "I do not jest, ex-knight. My baggage contains fullness of construction materials similar to the third little piggy's house."

"You psychopath," Claw spoke under his breath, dragging the briefcase up Sparks' wing.

He then turned to his dragon, who enjoyed the light scratching of the white pup under his chin. What a tamer she was. Claw would think every flower would wither if she were to come close to them, considering her ferocious aura, but she was a summer girl in a hill's field of grass, glowing like jewelry under the sun.

"Let's head off." Claw lifted himself into the large basket of a seat, popping up from inside it to hold the reins. He turned his head for Sweetie, who climbed aboard a few seconds later.

"You might want to hold on to something," Claw noted for Sweetie's sake, whose lips puckered forward while her eyebrows lowered, annoyed.

"Don't underestimate me. I may have never flown on a dragon before but that doesn't mean I can't manage."

Claw shook his head, lightly lashing the reins to ask Sparks to fly. "Your call," he said.

Sparks' wings began rising, almost covering the pups in a cave of his hard skin before bringing his mobility down, launching him a few meters high before he redid the process over and over. They were flying.

It was nothing short of spectacular, not as aesthetic to Claw though. However, his enjoyment was the last thing he cared about at the moment, peeking from his standing driver's seat to admire the pooch beside him.