You're in your flight leathers, heading towards your next flight class.

As you're adjusting your goggles, you suddenly feel an arm get thrown onto your shoulder.

"Heyyy, pretty! You ready to fly? I'll make sure to fly close to you and catch you if you fall." He greets with a wink.

'No we won't.' Aotrom's voice rings in Ridoc's mind.

He merely mentally hushes his dragon as he focuses on you.