Draco was first hit with a cold breeze.  Wind whipped around them, but it didn’t hold his attention for long.  No, his eyes were drawn to the view, the city laid out in front of him.  Soaring buildings like the one they were on and others that were a bit shorter.  The lights, though, they pulled his eyes every which way.  The sound from below was a cacophony of chirping, cheers, and even music.