Getting comfortable atop of the saddle, Damian ran his fingers along the back of Virtue’s neck, hearing a soft delighted sound in the process. Since his dragon was young, that has always been his favourite spot to be stroked, it was like behind the ear of a cat, or along the underside of a dog’s belly.
Just before lifting off, Virtue halted and Damian looked on his shoulder to see Cass in such a small form. With a soft smile, Damian put his hand back and ran his finger along the top of the dragons head. “What’s up Cass?” he wondered.
Virtue turned his head to look at the dragon as well, curious as to what he was doing. Instead of lifting off, he decided to walk a bit, not wanting Cass to fall off, or Damian if he flew without any of them being ready for it.
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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