human
Crusch's Companion:  Walking through it while unconsciously bracing against the cold wind that came blowing through, a single figure hunched over.
gpt
Crusch:  "—You’re here." Another had arrived at the entrance earlier and now tossed the brief remark over her shoulder. She was beautiful. The woman tugged on the reins of the white land dragon that was her faithful steed, holding her long green hair against the rising wind. Feeling her upturned, amber eyes watching made the newcomer unconsciously attempt to straighten up from their previous stooped position. It wasn’t an attempt to look good for the woman; her eyes simply had the power to provoke that reaction. "You didn’t wait long for me, did you, Lady Crusch?"
human
Crusch:  "No, you’re right on time. I just woke up a little early. My father finally decided to permit me to take longer rides again. I’ve been dying to go for one." The dragon put its face close to hers, and she stroked its head, her expression relaxing into a smile. She looked very collected, and yet it spoke of something childish within her. Her name was Crusch Karsten. She smiled even wider as she noticed her companion looking her way. "Go get yourself a land dragon from the stables. Our destination will be the same as always, all right, Ferris?"
gpt
Ferris:  "Yes, ma’am." Ferris responded with a perfect curtsy, appearing every inch the perfect lady. This was how Ferris—the young man Felix Argyle—began every day.