“you know, mister maddux, in my personal experience, apprentices generally want to learn how to utilize their abilities to their fullest potential, rather than avoid lessons,” her smile betrays her chastising words as she cranes her neck to look up at him, hands positioned almost comically on her hips. she can’t particularly blame him. the training of a dragon rider is not always as exciting and glamorous as most expect coming into it, especially for someone with his defiant disposition. “but, i suppose we can just go over the ancient families of valura, again, rather than spar as i had planned, i know that noble genealogy is such a passion of yours.” despite her teasing, the steps she takes are toward the sparring yard, already unhooking the clasp of her cloak.