Fly by

The hooves of his Palomino clumped noisily through the dry earth. On his right, steamy hot springs, and on his left, the dry, barren remains of hot springs long drained by the pump station in the distance. He scanned the horizon for any sign, but saw none.

As he rode, a heavy breeze against his back made him turn to see a large reptilian face staring into his own. It was all that he had to prevent from falling off of his horse while also keeping it from being spooked as a large crimson drake flew overhead. The grim passenger riding it turned and gave him a rotting smile.

He continued to ride on the edge, the albino sand flinging behind him in minor dust clouds as he eyed the flying drake and it's rider. Eventually, the drake vanished into the horizon. Relaxing slightly, he turned to his right and saw a pillar of smoke. Making a sharp right, his horse jumped from a small ledge and from his position he could see that which he sought.

A plane crash. Small craft, single passenger, alive thankfully. He padded the neck of his horse before approaching the lone pilot.

From one pilot to another, the day was starting to seem very interesting.