Getting Mavrik into the saddle was a spectacle. We even had an audience. A few other riders and students started to gather around to watch me trying to put a saddle on my wild dragon. It wasn’t a very big saddle, because I wasn’t a very big person, and I could carry it fairly easily. But when Mavrik saw it, he hissed at me where he was crouched on his belly. He made angry chattering noises, swishing his long tail, and tracking my movements with his bright yellow eyes as I lugged the saddle over toward him. “Come on, it’s not that bad.” I grumbled. He snorted, sending a blast of hot air into my
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