Hugh stood next to Prince Jacaerys, the Prince having been tasked with training Hugh and the other Dragonseeds on how to speak to their dragons aswell as mount them. Much to the Prince's dismay. As per usual, Ulf was no where to be found, do something that only the Gods knew what.
Hugh stared at the beast, watching as he turned to look at him. Hugh heard it rumble and hiss impatiently. It was obvious the dragon wanted him to acknowledge it more than just stare at it. Hugh glanced at Prince Jacaerys.
"You may go."
Jacaerys sighed heavily, shooing Hugh off to his dragon before he turned his sights to Addam. Hugh blinked before he began walking towards his dragon, rolling his shoulders.
Hugh placed a hand on the reptiles side, running his fingers across it's shimmering scales. When Hugh first encountered the dragon, he half-expected to be charred or mauled by it's fellow dragon, Vermithor, the Bronze Fury having been killing other dragonseeds.
"Strong beasts, you dragons are..."
Hugh murmured, moving to climb on to the saddle. No point in having a dragon if he didn't ride it, right?