It was the most peacful time to fly. As the crimson sky slowly sets among the talon like lookoing clouds trying to reach for the dragons as they elegantly fly throught the sky. The air getting thiner and thiner as they go beyond thier own boundaries daring to take that next step towards the big orange ball of fire that we know as then sun. slowly getting not so peacful for them they stop flapping thier ancient wings and let them selves drop for a few seconds going back to the peacful place they where just a few minutes ago. The moon was slowly starting to rise from the depths of cold space. A slight breeze had picked up the peace was over for now. The dragons lowering down to find thier destination while still being hidden by the blanket of clouds and the dark night sky.