Draco’s first attempts in the saddle as excellent entertainment, the dragon would have landed on the ground very quickly. The worst part, however, was during the gallop, when the beast began to work all four front limbs simultaneously. The force of the bouncing could be felt even on Fen’s back.
Draco spent several hours on such exercises. Finally, the vet declared that he’d seen enough and could assure him that Fenrir was perfectly fine and there was nothing to worry about. The delighted dragon slid out of the saddle and sat down on the ground, his legs feeling numb. Even though he hadn’t been the one running, he was pretty exhausted. He didn’t even want to think about how humans managed in similar conditions. Finally, he decided that if someone learns from a young age, perhaps it isn’t so bad after all. In this case, the reptile had been thrown in at the deep end straight away. Fen crouched behind the dragon and rested his muzzle on his shoulder. Draco instinctively reached out to scratch the beast under the neck. He’d read the bess’s intentions correctly, for it merely purred.
‘Can we come closer?’ The mage looked up at the sound of a familiar voice. It seemed that, apart from the cavalrymen, a few other people were having a good laugh at the dragon’s expense, including, of course, the reptile’s friends. Kei grinned, keeping a safe distance from the stretched-out bess.
‘They can, can’t they?’ Draco nudged Fen slightly, who reluctantly shifted position and rested his head on the boy’s lap, offering his ears for a scratch.
‘I'll take that as a yes.’ Ari was the first to approach, though he kept glancing at Fenrir every now and then. ‘You did pretty well.’
‘You don’t need to be polite.’ The dragon retorted. He was well aware of how he must have looked during the exercises.
‘It wasn't that bad.’ Forth nodded appreciatively. ‘You didn't even fall off.’
‘I clung to the saddle so tightly I think it was a miracle I didn't tear it apart.’ Draco didn't even have the
