Snippet #1741098

Songrose nodded and looked to the dragon she had been told to ride, to Dellis. She glanced over the green scales of the dragon, then the red one, then back to her own gold dragon, to Shalen. "Dragons really do have scales of every color, don't they?" she mumbled to herself as she approached Dellis cautiously. He was older and more experienced, she knew, but she didn't want to accidentally do something to set the older dragon off. She looked back at his head before climbing up onto his back. Once on the dragons back, she looked down to Shalen. "Make sure you keep up, Shalen; it'll be good practice for you, won't it?" she encouraged. It made sense to her that he would fly better than the other young dragon; he used his wings to balance himself so much more than other dragons, so maybe they were stronger than most dragons his age. She thought, anyway. Either way, he was her dragon, and she wasn't about to push him too hard to fly if he wasn't good at first. Didn't it take several times for humans to learn to walk? She just thought he would catch on faster. She looked at the back of the green dragons head, and took a deep breath to steady herself. "I'm ready," she told herself, making sure she really was ready for the dragon to take off in flight.