Things-Things and her subordinates have outdone themselves with the royal seat. Despite the very limited time they had to make it, they crafted a thing both sturdy, comfortable and pleasing to the eye. Mostly.
The seat was only two meters wide and a meter tall—small enough that it wouldn't interfere with a dragon's ability to fly. It had wooden walls to protect from the winds, windows with shutters, and dozens of straps made to keep the entire construction on a dragon's back.
Right now, it was attached to the back of visibly disgruntled Woe. The dragon was so unhappy with being forced to wear this thing, that it even turned its head away from the stripes of dried meat its dragon rider—Beemarine Skullcrusher—was offering to it.
The other two dragons of this trio—Disaster and Scourge—were here, too. They were going to carry mine and Ambrosia's escort.
