There is always something fascinating and horrifying when you are stuck in a medieval fantasy. To see, how utter alien and normal, and to be looked like a stranger destroying the order. Here am I, wanting to get out there. (SI)

Moving along these unknown familiar lands, I try to understand the mess I got into it. with the sole help of this wyvern-rider and her intentions. Shall this become companionship become harmonious or this waltz is faded to stepped toes?