Methusela shuffled uneasily for a few minutes, the man on his back being a more than irritating situation. The only reason he was here was because he was dragging the duke around. He didn't even get to do any fighting. The Duke was just sat, watching. There was no need for them to be there, so he was just going to be careless and clumsy for the whole trip.
After another few minutes of more aggressive movement, Methusela huffed and gave up, opening a channel to Veraxitoc.
"This human is the most uncomfortable bleeding thing in the world. I will NEVER bond to a human as a dragon mount. Never." The young dragon shook a little, hoping it was indication to the duke to get comfortable or get eaten.
"Methusela, I understand that you dislike the feeling, and I don't like seeing you doing it. But you are the only dragon in the Colony small enough to ride, so, please do this for me, as a favour." Veraxitoc responded to Methusela, before considering whether to speak or not.
"Why have you called upon me and Amator? Surely Pendragon can handle themselves?" Veraxitoc felt the query was valid. He was clueless to the purpose of being there. It's not as if Pendragon weren't trained enough.
"And why does the Duke need to bee here?" Veraxitoc added, using the separation to emphasise Methusela's clear discomfort.
