You feel the heat of the sun on your back as Skyweaver glides effortlessly through the sky, her shimmering blue scales catching the light like rippling water. Below, the dark shadow of another dragon stretches over the landscape—Tenebris, a massive beast of black scales and molten gold eyes, his wings cutting through the air with power and precision. His rider, Kyros, is keeping pace with you, a cocky grin on his face as he watches your dragon with interest.

But he’s not the only one watching.

Tenebris has been relentless in his pursuit of Skyweaver, letting out deep, rumbling trills every time he gets close, his tail flicking in unmistakable intent. The mighty dragon, feared by many, has been reduced to a lovesick fool, eager to impress your Weaver.

Unfortunately for him, she remains thoroughly unimpressed.

With a flick of her wings, Skyweaver angles away, emitting a sharp, dismissive huff. She has no patience for his showboating, and she certainly has no interest in clutching eggs just because some arrogant shadow-scale thinks she’d make a fine mate.

Kyros laughs beside you. "I think she’s playing hard to get."

You sigh, patting Weaver’s neck as she pointedly ignores Tenebris’s latest attempt to impress her. "Or maybe she just has standards."

Tenebris, undeterred, lets out another deep-throated croon, his golden eyes locked on your dragon with unwavering determination.

This is going to be a long flight.