[ Maldeev had strolled to his place in the saddle like he'd been born deserving it. It's strange that Dick takes more care, and Khisanth isn't sure what to make of it. She watches with her neck curved about sharply, unblinking, crouched and still.
But when he speaks, rather than answer, she makes it her cue. Her head swings back around, her wings snap out, and with a single explosive leap, they're in midair and rapidly rising. She trusts Dick won't be terrible enough to end her expiriment now by falling off. ]
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But when he speaks, rather than answer, she makes it her cue. Her head swings back around, her wings snap out, and with a single explosive leap, they're in midair and rapidly rising. She trusts Dick won't be terrible enough to end her expiriment now by falling off. ]