At the sorcerer’s class reunion, a number of the alumni began to talk about their rides as most had moved on from simple broomsticks. A few went on about how the traditional broom was convenient and unassuming, but others had animated other objects for use in flight. A few had chosen computers - as ubiquitous as anything else in this tehcno-magical age - which riled up some traditionalists. A few went even further, with one simply enchanting his car, allowing it to be a ride on land or by sky.
I, for one, was on the less traditional side, but not in the modern sense either. My familiar was a kobold saved from an alternate, regressive timeline in which he would have had a brief, miserable life. In exchange for having summoned him, I helped train him in some magic as well, honing his natural curiosity into surprising power. The others laughed at this until my kobold stepped up and started to glow, channeling the light of the full moon into a pair of true draconic wings, each with a span exceeding the kobold’s height as he flared them. He hopped on my shoulders, then in one flap, we were airborne. My ride wasn’t mocked again.
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