In spite of the intimidating appearance of such a beast, Opalescence allows herself to be mounted without complaint, taking off a moment later with practiced smoothness, circling back towards Kuja's home. It's probably much less unpleasant than Frankenmog's monster had ever expected.

And, before long, it ends, the silver dragon landing softly on the lawn, lowering herself to the ground. "Frisk," Kuja says, quietly, as he gets off. "It's quite late. Do you have a means of returning home?"