"Bek, come on. If you want to go on a flight, then we have to do your exercises," called Chloe. The weyrling dragon jumped up on her hind legs in protest.
"You'll get your chance, Beky. Just wait. And come on. We have to hurry. The sooner your wings are stong enough, the better. And remember, the stronger your wings are and the better you are at flying, the more they will have to chase you to catch you." Chloe laughed at the glint in her lifemate's eye.