Well, she wanted out of that mansion, and she got it. But being rudely dropped from the back of a stainless steel dragon was really not in her plans. Still, a ride’s a ride – you think she was gonna walk all the way out here in boots like that? She’l be all alone with nobody to talk to. Not that she wanted to talk to anyone there anyway.

Five cups fall with her; all are empty. Dry as the sands that will cushion the fall.

She probably thought she was going to get a ride to where she actually wanted to go, but, well, those dragonriders are treacherous. Trust them as far as you can throw them, if that. And hope for rain.