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“Alotanath,” Illiaen whispered, gently stroking the Copper awake. “Love, wake up.”

“Hm?” He stirred, opened one rainbow-hued eye and grumbled, “Leave me alone. I’m sleeping.”

“Oh come on you big orange lump,” Illi scolded affectionately. 'Tan was not a morning dracon. “We’re flying to the lake today, ‘member”

“Oh alright, I’m coming.” Stretching wings almost their full size - which wasn’t very big just yet - Alotanath rose and breathed out happily. “Well,” he said sweetly, “Are we going or not?”

The pair were soon flying high and fast. The Copper was a fabulous flier, able to turn on a wingtip, and very fast. He had learned quickly, too. While in the process of praising his dragon thoroughly, Illi missed the huge lake that passed beneath them.

Um, Illi, Alotanath said with a backwards glance, Shouldn’t we have stopped there?

The elf looked behind himself and swore.

'Tan cleared his throat disapprovingly.

Oh shush, you giant frog. With a sigh, he admitted they had... sort of missed the landing point.

Sort of? questioned 'Tan with a chuckle. Before his rider could defend himself, he veered off towards a distant shimmer of water. We’ll go there instead.

Illiaen couldn’t decide whether to frown or grin. He loved discovering new places, and all that came with it, but he hated to put his beloved dragon in danger. Perhaps we should turn back to the last one, love, he suggested uneasily. But 'Tan simply laughed and flew on.