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It had been a little over an hour since the three's departure from Camp Half-Blood. Festus glided beautifully through the clouds, running like clockwork (although not without the few shakes and oil leaks, he had to admit). They had settled into a gentle rhythm as the dragon occasionally flapped his lengthy metal wings to keep them aloft, their bodies softly swaying, synchronized with the movements of the metal beast. The icy wind stung his face, increasingly bothering him the farther north they traveled. Every once in a while Leo would turn to see if the others were agitated by this, but seeing they took no notice he refrained from producing

Disclaimer: Neither the books nor the characters belong to me. This takes place during The Lost Hero. It was only meant to be a quick stop, a chance to give Festus and the half-bloods a bit of rest. They'd landed in a clearing in some woods so that the mortals wouldn't freak out at seeing a few dozen ton bronze dragon, but the metal beast wouldn't stop roaring clouds of flame into the sky. "Leo, you've got to make him stop that," Jason said, and with reluctance Leo had obliged. "Sorry, boy," he'd said as he'd flipped the switch on the control panel that he thought reverted him into his suitcase form. "Oops, wrong one," he said sheepishly a