[ Jacob's holding on, using thighs and calf muscles to hold tight to the creature's sides as well as cling to the man in front. He's about to ask what on earth he means by husband's vinegar jar when the tensed muscles release like a spring and the dragon they're sat on soars upwards.
The dirt and smoke that is pushed up with them is choking, and Jacob turns his head away to try and stop it from getting into his eyes or mouth. But he doesn't let go. He would love to. He'd love to let go and hold his arms out wide and shout, but for the moment, he holds on. He holds on until he feels the rushing upward momentum stop, and the movement almost stabilises.
Then he uncurls from where he'd protected his face, realising that he'd been leant over the other man's back too close (husband's vinegar jar must be slooshing about something awful). He laughs, letting his fingers relax from their white-knuckle grip.]
This is bloody amazing!
[But then there's the instructions and Jacob frowns.]
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The dirt and smoke that is pushed up with them is choking, and Jacob turns his head away to try and stop it from getting into his eyes or mouth. But he doesn't let go. He would love to. He'd love to let go and hold his arms out wide and shout, but for the moment, he holds on. He holds on until he feels the rushing upward momentum stop, and the movement almost stabilises.
Then he uncurls from where he'd protected his face, realising that he'd been leant over the other man's back too close (husband's vinegar jar must be slooshing about something awful). He laughs, letting his fingers relax from their white-knuckle grip.]
This is bloody amazing!
[But then there's the instructions and Jacob frowns.]
The dead? What? Why?