"No!!" Lyra yelled out in horror as Nero promptly dropped her into the air, waited for a couple seconds, and then caught her again. Lyra's eyes pricked with tears, much to her chagrin, and she glanced at her adversary with such submission that he did a double take. She didn't even feel him grab her ass the first time.
Thinking only of her mistakes since she met this strong and capable dragonrider, her mind hardened once again. It was time to put all these awful bygones behind them, she thought bitterly. He might not be so bad. Quickly, she shoved that thought clear from her mind and scowled as she fought hard with her emotions. He's trying to break you, Lyra, she screamed at herself. She was as angry as her ride was at the moment, but she had no choice but feel the twinge of passion for the guy as well. Lyra, as warrior-minded as she was, felt more confused as she held tight to Nero.
Nero's dragon immediately obeyed him and the two dragons split from each other and started flying straight again. Once again on Yenn, she checked her for signs of battle and rubbed her ride's scaly forehead. "Are you okay, dearheart?" she asked Yenn softly as it coughed fire and growled at her mount. Yenn, for all intents and purposes, was not happy. Not at all. But that couldn't be helped. They'd kiss and make up, so to speak, later.
Turning to Nero, Lyra looked sheepish. "I apologize for my actions, and thank you for saving me. But I meant what I said, Arykuhn. I am the best. Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I can't kick your ass. Good Gods, you are the most infuriating man I have ever come across! So. I guess we'll just have to compromise." She stuck out her pinky as a sign of promising her word.
"Truce?"
All Lyra wanted was the situation to get better. It had to, otherwise they were gonna kill each other. And that would totally suck dragon snot.