He pushes me further than I care to go
But when his shock hits me,
It is inevitable
Shardarsh knows the magic hurts my senses, but I cannot refuse him. He urges me down, my feathers puffing as I let out a pathetic coo. His hand is reassuring on my neck as he takes a step forward. The magic in front of us is filled with pain, loss and power. It is a wonder to me how much power can be contained in such small people...
My name is Serenade, or Sarahnade. I am a Carrier. In Earthling terms, I am the size of a horse, can carry two adult people, and can fly as fast as dragons, gryphons and faeries. I am related to doves or pigeons, except I'm much, much larger. I have more intelligence than my distance relatives too and can communicate with my rider, Shardarsh