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Flight. Utter freedom. It was something he always enjoyed but having Riley there just added that extra layer of joy to it. It was a gentle flight, but regardless if they were just casually soaring about or zipping through the skies, it felt great. He was more aware of that special little feeling as well now that he had actually thought about it before.

But it was time to land.

Jericho was gliding towards the ground slowly to draw things out some more at least.

<> he chuckled mentally, giving a rather draconic smile in the process, <>

A little longer and his feet touched down onto the school grounds. Jericho let out a content sigh, then lowered himself so Riley could get off more easily whenever she was ready.

Riley rolled off of Jericho as if it were rolling out of bed, and her feet slammed hard into the ground. Her head snapped up, hearing the sound of Malodore's voice and the bark of Luce's excitement all at once. Her face lit up in joy. Malodore! She responded, even though it hadn't called out for her. Three hard strides later, she was in front of it, wrapping both arms around the poor unsuspecting plague doctor and lifting it up in the air to twirl it around in her arms. When she finally stopped, she slowly let it slide back down to it's feet, and pressed her face against it's beak.

.. Hi. The sheepish greeting was emitted.

"Ah-" was all Malodore had time to say before it was scooped up and twirled about. Its surprise was so total that its hat fluttered off its head before it could even think about grabbing hold of it - which worked out fine, since its arms ended up around Riley's shoulders anyway.

"Where did you come from?" it said, when everything had stopped spinning; it nuzzled the tip of its beak against her cheek, lightly. If it had had breath, it probably would have been breathless.

Once Jericho spoke, Luce tore across the grass and jumped up on the dragon's legs, bouncing up and down. Evidently, all you had to do to make Luce your lifelong friend was give her a steak bigger than her head.

"We were, yes," Malodore chuckled, pulling back slightly. It ran its hands down Riley's shoulders, then her arms, and settled them at her waist, stepping back slightly to scrutinize her at arm's length. Its beak opened in a smile. "Hypothesis: you were out flying." The 'you' was clearly meant to indicate both dragon and ithilid.

Chuckling, Jericho crouched down as Luce ran on towards him. He went on and scooped up the pup into his arms and gave her a nice scratch behind the ears before looking to the other two. It seemed that he was in a rather good mood as well. Though, with him it wasn't nearly as eerie as it was with Riley. It was good to see her in such a light state, however.

"Yeah, it's a great night to be out," he agreed, "Did you manage to rest well after the club meeting?"

While he didn't think Mal had partaken in the more strenuous acts, he was sure it had been busy tending to the welts, bruises, and cuts people no doubtingly sustained during the chaos of paintball.

... There was the whole issue with Chistof having his nose punched off as well, but he didn't know if Mal had still been around to fix that up when it happened.

When she felt the light touch on her face, she instinctively leaned against it, rubbing her face against it's beak over and over.

I am. Oh, I am. I wish I could be up there all of the time. In the sky, all of the troubles of the world seem to fade away. She released her arms and held them out like wings. I am only sad that my kind have not evolved to have wings yet. If they would only allow crossbreeding with other demons, I am sure we would have the trait by now, but no. Her eyes opened wide. Maybe I can have Barth fashion a pair. She looked up at Jericho wildly. Then we could go flying together.

Then again, trusting her life to Barth.. was that really such a good idea.

Ah, well. She toyed with the lapel of Malodore's jacket. I have what I have. I should not ask for more.

"Hmm... it is not outside the realm of possibility," Malodore pondered; it released Riley and paced around her, amused. "Would you like to be a patchwork creature, Riley? Perhaps we can obtain wings from another source. Some lesser beast."

It was clear from its tone - and the emotions it radiated - that it was kidding.

Mostly.

Luce, meanwhile, gave up on steak; she uttered a little puppy sigh and contented herself with being petted.

Glancing back and forth, Jericho watched in amusement as they spoke of turning Riley into a patchwork creature. That was... an odd image for him to be sure. That and he didn't really like the thought of her actually dying. Though, the thought of the Mindflayer having her own pair of wings was kind of nice.

"Only if you allow me to teach you how to properly use them," the dragon grinned, "I have been teaching Israfel how to fly and all."