08.Dec.20, 11:04 AM
Mylorah wrinkled her nose at the mention of horses. They were nice enough animals but she didn’t fully trust that intelligence in their eyes. How could an animal be that smart but not communicate like dragons? She knew a lot of her Katila-born friends felt the same way. She was starting to believe R’dal’s theory that they could communicate but chose not to because humans weren’t ready for that connection and they worried about the revenge from dragons. Or something. She loved him but he was hard to follow sometimes.
“You don’t have to wait until you Impress. If you befriend a dragonrider, they’ll usually be happy to take someone flying.” She grabbed some more soap to work further down her hair. It was starting to get too long and a trim was needed but maybe she’d leave it for a bit and see what others thought. The upkeep was a pain, though. “I loved the jungle. We were in our own world. Those of us that were born there knew nothing else. We only had stories of what the rest of the world was like and I think a lot of us thought they were as fake as fairy tales and ghost stories. But it was beautiful and peaceful.” Until the landslide but Mylorah always did her best to block that out and focused on what life was like before that terrible night.
“You don’t have to wait until you Impress. If you befriend a dragonrider, they’ll usually be happy to take someone flying.” She grabbed some more soap to work further down her hair. It was starting to get too long and a trim was needed but maybe she’d leave it for a bit and see what others thought. The upkeep was a pain, though. “I loved the jungle. We were in our own world. Those of us that were born there knew nothing else. We only had stories of what the rest of the world was like and I think a lot of us thought they were as fake as fairy tales and ghost stories. But it was beautiful and peaceful.” Until the landslide but Mylorah always did her best to block that out and focused on what life was like before that terrible night.