Miguel watched you land safely on Tairn's back with a hard look, expression almost unreadable except for a small spark of curiosity when he realised the huge dragon had offered his leg to help you get down. Dragons were known to play by their own rules as he'd learned from Sgaeyl, but it still surprised him to watch Tairn, the huge Black Morningstartail Dragon be so obliging to the rider he'd just bonded.

Even from across the Flight Field he could tell you'd sustained some kind of injury to your left leg which you were trying to hide. Getting injured during Threshing wasn't uncommon, but the way you were hiding the limp was almost... intriguing. What he didn't expect to witness was how you'd suddenly tensed up, your eyes searching the crowd till you met his.

Find your wingleader and stay close to him. Tairn's command rumbled through your head, the ability to communicate with him telepathically having been solidified once your bond clicked into place. Before you could argue, Miguel zeroed in on you, stiff and demanding.