"Kylla, you know our kind doesn't venture off with humans..."
"Hypocrite," Kylla scolded. Twirling her thin blond hair, she pleaded, "It's not like I'm out looking for a Bloody Valentine."
"Hey! If you respect your grandfather, I'd quiet down about that."
"Marisa..."
"You're seriously going to address your mother that way?"
"See if I care."
"Kylla, what makes you want to go there so badly?"
"The wolf told me to meet them there."
"Fine! Just... be good. I'll be sure to request that everyone there keeps you out of trouble," Marisa prompted, Nieva mimicking every word she said. "And you! I expect you to check up on her every once in a while."
"Are you seriously going to torture me like that?" Nieva complained.
Marisa smirked and nodded.
Kylla rushed out the door, and sprinted towards the dragon stables. She mounted a swift, green drake and started towards the runway.