"Bane niunkiinu." Bane easily rises to the same height as Sunfire and Doragon. Talia's heart beat does nothing along the lines of slow down as they rise. It's a chore to keep her hands relaxed so she doesn't tug on the reigns to much. She looks over as well, spotting the storm rolling in. "Perhaps some other time you can show me what you wanted to Bane," Talia mentions with a pat to the dragons front shoulder once they're safely in the stables. For a second she listens to the rain pound against the walls. "So what do you do to pass the time while the storm rages?" A smile creeps across Talia's face as Caym settles across her shoulders from where she had been resting on a ledge during the flying a lesson. Another lick gets her head scratched again, resulting in more purring.