"Oh never mind the bowing, it takes your eyes off the sky and that's a shame here," the sorceress waved him off. Then her smile growing a little she added in an almost conspiratorial voice. "Thinking of riding soon?"
"I... maybe next month, I'm not sure I'm ready." There was something dark behind his gaze, something worse than a moment's shyness, but she did not probe. Nightmares were dreams also and they too were the heritage of the Dragonlords.
"I do not think anyone is ever ready for their first time, to fly is to be master of all that stretches out before you and yet at the mercy of the fickle wind," she replied. "Master what you can, accept what you cannot."
Silence fell then, deep but not uncomfortable, as two pairs of eyes turned heavenward to the dance of wing and flame.