Talia had known about non winged dragons, but had never seen one of them either. They aren't very useful in wooded areas where their speed could trip them up. At least the dragon stables smell somewhat like the mounts stables at home. Even indoors she can feel that heat outside had gone down with the sun. Talia bows in returns to the dragon, but doesn't understand what it says in greeting to her, which is clearly on her face. "Hello, I am Talia," she says after Doragon translates.<br/><br/>Talia follows him outsides and nods to the commands he gives her, repeating them after he says it. The commands sound like a lot to learn, especially since Talia only know the basics of their language. His reassurance helps a little bit. Talia isn't quite prepared for how heavy the saddle is, but she manages to hold it none the less. "That would be good. I don't think I can hold this for long never mind get it up high."