Veraxitoc had flown around with Methusela for most of the day, showing him the area, and talking him over flight. He was still teething, but he was at the learning curve. He would learn things very quickly, and in the last few days, had grasped the Common Tongue of man, and even taken on board some dragon information. He was nearly ready to fly.
"Uncle Ver?" The youngling looked up at Veraxitoc with some urgency that worried Veraxitoc.
"Yes Methusela?" Veraxitoc only briefly looked at the boy, who was just slightly bigger than Shamgar.
"I'm thirsty." Veraxitoc's heart missed a beat in worry.
"Methusela, next time you need a drink, don't look like you're going to blow up if we don't land in, like, three seconds of you asking." Veraxitoc was extremely unimpressed.
He landed in Colony Valley, showing Methusela what a spinning screech sounded and felt like. Veraxitoc would attract attention doing that.
They landed by the lake, and Methusela went to get a drink.