Kali clung tightly to her dragons' back. No matter how many times she flew with him, she couldn't ever loose the thrill of pulling up into the clouds, or feeling her stomach go into her throat as she plummeted back to earth.
If he could withstand the strain, she would fly on him- with him- for weeks on end, only coming down for rest, food, and water.
Reality check.
Without a name for him, and a lot more practice, she would have to stay in the Dragons Den Flying Institute for another year or more! Ugg, thought Kali.
She hated it there; a great building of stone perched precariously on a cliff in the mountains of Na'anore. Kali had a top room in plain sight of the dragon caves.
Often, not being able to sleep on their hard beds, she would climb out of her window and steal over to his den for a night ride.
He didn't like it there either. He wasn't as big as the other dragons, and Kali was his only friend. He couldn't speak, but he had another way of communicating. He was black as night, with a silver underside and red eyes that burned like coals. Kali thought he was gorgeous.
The pair happened to be on a night ride as these thoughts passed through her mind. So...when do we escape? The sound jolted her. Another thing she would never get used to. Thought speak.
Only 1 in every 1,000 ever came close to being able to use this form of communication. To have full use of it, as he did, wasn't heard of. Literally.
Only one person was ever able to hear it, which is why all of the instructors at the institute thought he was mute and were baffled by her ability to perceive what he wanted. One person. Her. Kali. His soul partner.