Escort back to the Encanto

Spending her obligated time on Asgard, Mirabel got dressed and put all her stuff together.

The gods were lighter than feathers on the dragon's back as he flew higher and higher, riding the same currents as all the other dragons that rode through the winds of Asgard's skyline.

Blue skies and winter winds washed away, becoming the purples and oranges of twilight and the humid breeze of a tropical mountain range. Toucans and macaws circled the dragon before flying away just as quickly, the Night Fury's eyes widening at the bright colors of the birds that flew by.