Doragon looks at her and smiles and then grabs ahold of the reins on his dragon. â€œSunfire, niunkniihu.â€ He says to his dragon. With a roar, it flies even higher. Once she was up higher with him. â€œOk, now either just try flying around or try going lower.â€ He says. â€œDonâ€™t worry Iâ€™ll make sure nothing bad happens.â€ He says to her as he begins to fly around in circles.  He wasnâ€™t trying to show off or anything, the dragon was doing it, himself. Bane lets out a sigh as they hover in the air. â€œOr would you like us dragons to show you a splened place?â€ he asks her. Doragon rolls his eyes. â€œBane enough, let her decide on her own, she is welcome to chose what ever she may want.â€ He says and the dragon nods.<br/><br/>Then he looks off into the distance. And then looks at her. â€œWe better stop the lesson for today, a storm is coming in, and itâ€™s coming fast. Dragons can fly well in storms, but not with someone on their backs.â€ He says. Then he orders both dragons to fly to the ground. Once they were both down, he helps her off and takes the dragons in to the stable. He then looks at her. â€œDesert storms are way worse than those you get in your land,â€ he says as the wind began to pick up. They then go inside. A guard then locks the doors. â€œStorms can be very destructive,â€ he says. Thunder was heard and then lightining flashes across the sky. The wind howls outside as it begins to pick up even more and sand begins to blow every where. Soon rain began to pour down as if someone had thrown buckets of it out of the sky.