Malik sighed as he landed back to the command tent waving at Argalaic. He patted Ichar’ien on the head wagging happily, stretching some having been on a long ride on a dragon, he was much more used to flying around with his own wings! Ichar’ien was yawning, still not use to the magic that unleashed his “adult form” he nudged Malik and slumped down lazing. Malik giggled and looks over to see if Arge would join them, his voice changed as he started to talk to Ichar’ien. “Have you finally gotten to see how styrax is?” Through the bond between dragon and tamer he could speak his dragons language, albeit telepathically for the most part, he could still talk and understand vocally as well.
Ichar’ien:
“Pfft, doesn’t seem that tough… Hey you got any treats on you? Being large is rather tedious you know, need treats to continue.”
Malik:
The pup smirked at the dragon’s response and stretched some more. “You could always shrink back down you know? If styrax isn’t so tough take him in that chibi form you favor eh?” Malik giggled as the dragon rolled his eyes .