Aymeric rolls his eyes. "Horace, how many times do I need to -"
Atelier sighs. She shakes her head. "I don't feel it. Not with any of these dragons." Not even Gargoyle.
"It's alright, we'll take it slow. Sometimes, all it takes is a little bit of socialising before –"
"Why don't try taming a wild dragon, your highness?" Horace suggests. He ignores Aymeric's glare. "That was the traditional way of bonding with a dragon - a long, long time ago -"
"Yes, Horace, back when nearly /all/ dragons were wild."
"See, that's exactly my point. All dragons were once wild. So all dragons /can/ be tamed."
Chanjyushir is against it. "We cannot risk it. Besides, we don't know what other enemies lurk out there."
"A good point," Aymeric says, cutting Horace another glare.
The scholar sighs and almost seems to shrink a size smaller. "I'll be on my way now. It was a pleasure meeting you, your highness."
