V'lorn leaned down. "Saenyth, are you sure you're ready for this?"
The bronze dragon looked at him, slightly put out. Of course I am ready. I am always ready! And now we shall fly.
"Yeah, sorry, love. I'm just worried, that's all..."
"No need to worry," the weyrlingmaster said, unexpectedly, from behind him. "Saenyth's quite large enough to hold you."
V'lorn turned and flushed. "Er, uh, I know, thanks." The weyrlingmaster smiled and walked away, talking to the other weyrlings. V'lorn sighed. "Well, Saenyth, let's do this."
They were learning how to fly today. Well, the dragons already knew, but the riders didn't. Today was the first day V'lorn, once Lan, would be flying Saenyth. He shifted feet in anticipation, and took a deep breath as he slowly mounted Saenyth, who courteously extended a foot to help him. "Thank you, Saenyth."
V'lorn strapped himself carefully into the riding harnesses and held on. "Ready, Saenyth?" he asked, half-mentally.
Always! Suddenly, the bronze leaped into the air, pumping his wings. V'lorn's heart raced as he gave a quick cry of surprise. He peered down at the rapidly minimizing ground. His palms felt sweaty and he closed his eyes as Saenyth started soaring through the air, crooning back at him and trumpeting at the other dragons.
Saenyth continued his acrobatics for what seemed like the longest time, until he finally landed again on the weyrbowl, looking smug. V'lorn, hair wild from the flight and absolutely thrilled, dismounted and turned to his dragon.
"Next time, warn me first!" he cried.
Saenyth merely yawned, and lied down.
