Gazing at Naeli's spacious back muscles, the orderly lines that rose and fell, the sense of force and stability that came with each flick of her wings, Ange suddenly said, "I want to ride a giant dragon too."
Stunned by Ange's sudden proclamation, Negris responded instinctively, "No way, this is mine — ah, you mean riding like you are now?"
Ange nodded.
"Well, if it's this kind of riding, didn't I often carry you around while flying?" Negris said.
"Rocky." Ange added after his statement, glancing at Negris, "Small."
Negris was furious. Ange never complained about the ride before, but now that there were bigger beasts, Negris seemed insignificant.
"Then go ride Lightning, Naeli is mine."
"Too bumpy, it'll fall apart." Ange seriously responded.
"..." Negris was speechless. Who cared if Lightning was bumpy or not? Even if it was, Ange never really fell apart. The important thing was that Naeli was Negris's pet.
