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Prompt: Touch
/talk/ = talking through a bond
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Peak took a deep breath of the bitingly cold air, ignoring the sting of it on his face as Wing Storm flew above Airlandis in a lazy circle.
This was just an exercise flight, to help keep Storm in shape for his duties as well as to help Peak stay in tune with his dragon. Pulling on the saddle bars just so, Peak guided Storm into a wide turn, opening his mind to his dragon as he did so.
They chatted about inane things, like Peak's classes at school or Wing Storm babysitting Zap for the second time that week so Sky Fury could nap peacefully. As they talked, Peak had to wonder yet again why the other dragonators his age couldn't understand their dragons like how he and Wing Storm understood each other.
It felt like they were practically brothers, their bond was so close. So why couldn't the others of his age group form a similar bond? It didn't have to be on the level of his and Storm's but something deeper than basic empathy would have been nice.
There was a soft laugh in his mind, followed by Storm's soft voice, /They don't have the patience for it. They want the rewards for too little work, which is why most of them wind up on city guard duty until their pride cools, if they're not kicked out of the corps entirely./
Peak fought the urge to sneeze from the cold air as he replied, /I know but, well, why don't they put the work in? I know that a lot of people think I got my place as a Dragon Fly because of my siblings, so why don't those guys try to take it from me? A lot of them brag that they're a better flier than me anyway./
Storm laughed again, /Because that would be work they don't want to do. Work and extra humiliation for if they fail in a challenge to you. Besides, I think a lot of them are hoping your poor grades would take you off the team./
Peak felt a touch of heat on his face, signaling the beginning of a blush that he ignored to gripe, /My grades aren't that bad and a lot of my teachers are understanding so I can make up the work...usually./
There was an unspoken comment between the two of them regarding the fact that Peak's oddly frequent trips to Medical were what tended to give the teen time to bring his grades up. Going into another wide turn, Wing Storm told him, /You humans are so odd./
Peak snorted, /Like dragons don't get jealous./
Storm snorted back, /That's true but at least we get to the point of it quickly. Challenge your opponent to a duel and win it. What's wrong with that logic?/
/Besides the fact that if I went around doing that, I'd have no time to fly with you like this? Not much. I could use the wind jammer practice, that's for sure./
There was a rumble from both the dragon's chest and abdomen, making Peak actually laugh aloud. Smiling, the teen told Storm, /Alright, let's go back for now. I'm getting hungry too./
Relieving pressure from the saddle bars, Peak sat back in the saddle and let Wing Storm fly them back to the city, trusting his dragon to take them home safely.