[It's cute to see the draglonlets flutter around. The further they ascend, the more they opt to staying in the air entirely until they're properly flying at their escorts' eye levels, emitting occasional high-pitched happy little screams.]

They must know that they're almost home now.

[He stops and looks back down (he may be scared of ghosts, but he isn't scared of heights!). They've been at it for a good while already, so the trees below are getting harder to distinguish. Another half-hour and they'll probably just look like an indistinct green sea of leaves. The sinking sun, of course, doesn't exactly help with the terrain's visibility, but luckily they're climbing up the western face of the mountain, so they can take advantage of the light for the longest time, even as the forest below sinks into dusk.]

I hope we don't have to climb all the way up to the summit... honestly, if we have to I'd almost say we're better off setting up camp once we reach a plateau of sorts and continuing in the morning.

[What he doesn't know is that the dragon parents have been actively looking for their missing children, coming down further than they usually would. So Crow may well get his wish to see one of them.]