YES, SHE WAS HERE TO TALK TO HIM. And no, she did not care about how moody he seemed. To Mari, KYLE is always moody; always brooding, emotionally constipated, a young man who stuck true to bottling up his feelingsâexcept his anger, of course. STARS KNOW he clung to his bitterness like an Arzuros to its appetiteâperhaps even worse than she did. The guy was spiteful, too, something that not even MARI often admitted to being.
    But Mari is confident she can handle this anger, and she does. She simply doesnât care for it. At the hunterâs abrupt quip, she swings her arms across her chest and leans up against the tent entrance, deadpanning.
     â WELL, I SEE SOMEONEâS HAD A ROUGH DAY. âShe says, tone as dry and humorless as the look on her face. Now donât get Mari wrong; a splintered arm is pretty bad, but she wonât lie to herself; heâs lucky that he didnât end up on the wrong side of the DEVILJHOâS teeth â or the NERGIGANTEâS for that matter. By comparison a bandaged limb was a cakewalk. There was a reason ELDER DRAGONS were treated with fear and respect on her island.
     â They donât call it the dragon-eater for nothing ⊠â She mumbles softly to him, tawny gaze looking sidelong and away. â Listen, a bond with oneâs MONSTIE is a special thing. In a healthy relationship, it works in tandem with oneâs rider. And a rider is patient and willing to support a monster no matter what. I had to learn that the hard way with RED ⊠â
     â But if Iâm being honest? I donât know WHAT youâre going to do with that NERGIGANTE. Itâs been ages since anyone from MAHANA tamed an Elder Dragon, such that itâs only legend. If you really want to pursue ridership, â A pause. â ⊠I dunno, buddy. You probably should get some proper training first. They say I was thrown out into the battlefield with Red, but even I had experience with monsters before I hatched him. You know that. â
        â ⊠HOWâS THE ARM? â
   âOh, the armâs just great,â he says gruffly, giving her a roll of the eyes. âAnd look. I know itâs not ideal or whatever to be starting off with an Elder Dragon. But what the hell am I supposed to do with the Nergigante? Leave it in the stables? No thank you. Itâll probably eat all the other monsters in there when Iâm not looking.â
No, heâs still not calling them âmonsties.â Thatâs such a stupid name.
He kicks at the ground in his frustration.
   âYou know what they say about people whose first monsters are Elder Dragons. They say theyâre special and everything. Well, that means Iâm supposed to be special. So why is Riding still so hard?â he huffs. âMost days Iâm lucky if I can even get on that thingâs back, much less stay on it. Itâs nicer to me on some days, but I donât think weâve had a single real bonding moment ever since I got it. What gives? Isnât this Kinship Stone--â he hoists it up in frustration--âsupposed to make it easier to tame the monster or something? Maybe thatâs the problem. Maybe this thing isnât good enoughâŠâ
Thereâs an easy solution here that he knows heâs ignoring: Start raising some of the more basic monsties, like Gendrome or Cephadrome, maybe even something like an Aptonoth from Hakolo Island. But he wouldnât be the special Rider with the Elder Dragon as his first Monstie if he had to go through the basics like everybody else, now would he? Something tells him this is exactly what Mari is going to suggest. He doesnât want to hear it. All he wants is to keep pushing forward, throwing himself against this obstacle as though itâs a door that he can break.