That's the bond. It is like they become a part of us. I think they can feel us, too. They know where we are, what we want. Riding them is an art-- but so much freer.
[She closes her eyes, imagining being on Syrax in that moment, and she squeezes Jon's hand. She misses it already. She misses her dragon. It's like a pang to be separated, and she has to open her eyes slowly to look back at him.]
Of course we have saddles. Each is individually made. They're kept in the dragonpit. Or I suppose wherever the other dragonriders live.
no subject
[She closes her eyes, imagining being on Syrax in that moment, and she squeezes Jon's hand. She misses it already. She misses her dragon. It's like a pang to be separated, and she has to open her eyes slowly to look back at him.]
Of course we have saddles. Each is individually made. They're kept in the dragonpit. Or I suppose wherever the other dragonriders live.