«Sr. Fledgling» Cytonath opened his mouth and let the flame escape into the cool morning air. “That was a nice one Cytonath,” B’land commented as he directed his dragon to fly back to the fledgling master. “I have never had trouble sustaining flame, you know that B’land.” His bronze said as he hovered slightly above the fledgling master. “A thank you would have been nice,” B’land said. “Don’t let this go to your head or it will end up getting you into trouble.” Cytonath warbled and let himself fall so that he was directly in front of the fledgling master’s dragon. “I’m sorry B’land,” he said as he greeted him again. “That was very nice B’land,” the fledgling master commented. “He holds flame very well, which will help to place you in the higher fleets if you can keep this up and not let it get to your head.” B’land nodded and said, “Yes I know it is important not to let yourself become arrogant and I assure you, I’m trying my best sir.” The fledgling master smiled and said, “Well let’s see that again so you can show these other fledglings how it’s done!” When the fledgling trainer finally let them out of class it was already getting dark and Cytonath had started complaining earlier than usual. “I just want to go down to the lake B’land. I’m tired and my mouth is dry from all that flaming.” “Well you’re going to have to wait Cytonath because I want something to eat before we go down there. I’ll order something up from the caverns and then we can go down alright?” B’land asked, not really feeling like getting into another argument with his dragon. “But I want to go down now because my friends are down there and they’ll be gone if we go up to the caer first,” Cytonath persisted. “No they won’t Cytonath, and you’re not going to wherry around what I want to do again. Everyone in this Caer must think that you are a spoiled little whiner. Is that what you want them to think?” B’land asked, thoroughly sick of these arguments that they have far too often. “No, I do not B’land. I will try to behave better in the future, Cytonath said sincerely. Cytonath headed back to the caer and landed lightly, crouching down so that his rider could dismount. “How long do you think that you’ll be?” Cytonath asked as he sat down on his hindquarters. B’land turned around and crossed his arms. “Cytonath I swear to the Gods if you don’t stop it I’m going to send you through a portal where you won’t come back.” He rubbed his forehead, sighed and then said, “I’m not sure, give me ten or fifteen minutes.” He walked through the door then, leaving his dragon alone. Cytonath sighed and lay down, resting his head on his front legs. “I’m sorry B’land,” he murmured to himself. When B’land walked back in he was in a much better mood, considering his dragon had complained about anything while he ate, which was a little odd he must admit. “What’s the matter Cytonath?” He asked as he sat down next to his bronze. Cytonath sighed and asked, “Have I always been so wrapped up in myself B’land?” B’land shook his head and said, “Not a jr. fledgling you weren’t. Perhaps it is just something that happens as you are going through your sr. fledgling stage.” Cytonath sat up on his hindquarters and said, “Well I am going to try to break that habit B’land. I had not realized how much stress I had been causing you.” B’land stood up and patted his dragon on the shoulder, which he could barely reach already, and said, “As long as you try to correct this I won’t send you through that portal I mentioned before,” he said with a smile. “Come on now, let’s go down to the lake.”