Talk:Dragon/@comment-24934423-20160421153014/@comment-27950421-20160424034752

I sigh, "Most people think dragons are too prideful to be good mounts."

She glares at me, "Oh so are saying you don't want to be with me either."

I frown, "No."

She blinks in surprise, "What?"

I motion to the others, "Look at them, the spoiled children nobles and rich merchants. If they tried any real maneuvering they'd choke on the silver spoons they got lodged in their throats. They didn't pick you, because they're afraid of you. They think that they partner is supposed to be their servant and they know they can't control you so they went and hid behind their nice tame wyverns like the spoiled cowardly brats that they are."

She crosses her arms, "And you're different?"

I turn back to her, "Yes, I didn't get here on my fathers rank. He was a lowly soldier. The kind of guy who did the actual fighting while the pissant generals sit around safe at home. I trained long and hard to reach this point. When you got saddled with me, you didn't get dumped on the academy washout who barely made it. You got saddled with the peasant who through hard work and grit made it to where their mommmy and daddy had to carry them. You got saddled up with the best. Now to make things clear, even if I had gone first I would've picked you, do you know why?"

She shakes her head.

"Because I'm still not satisfied. Despite my hard work, I'm still counted as the lowest amongst them. So I need a mount worthy of me. One who is stronger than the rest. One who takes pride in herself and will never be satisfied with being second best. I need a real dragon, not some tame little wyvern," I give her vicious smile, "Now how about we show these weak little nobles and their little wyvern pets what a real dragon and a real dragoon can do?"

She soon develops a smile mirroring my own, "Now that, sounds like fun."