The young traveler is out in the Badlands, though they had done so on their own; while the thought of flying somewhere on the back of such a large and strange creature was enticing, they risked making Hermes feel cross and left-out. So the two of them had ridden out into the wilderness on their own, a child and a motorrad, out amidst what seemed to be a great deal of nothing.

Something like that wasn't a disappointment to Kino. As a traveler, they were used to experiencing great swathes of very little in-between the pinpoints of excitement and intrigue. They slowed Hermes to a halt, cutting his engine and leaning him onto his kickstand. They had planned to simply look around a little, see what was similar and dissimilar among the rocks, but something else caught their eye.

There were figures wheeling about in the sky. From the ground, it was hard to tell what they were—just the occasional flutter of two different pairs of wings. "What's up there, Kino?" The voice that emanated from the motorrad was like that of a young boy. The traveler doesn't respond for a moment, instead fishing something out of their pocket: when attached to a gun, it would act as a scope, but for now it would act as a spyglass.

They peered through it at the creatures far above in the air. One was one of the dragons—huge, lizardlike—but the other was more difficult to make out.

"One is one of those dragons. The other is... something else." They slowly lower the spyglass. "Hm. Maybe they'll fly closer. I'd be able to tell."

A brief pause. "Hopefully. The rest of this desert is so boring."