Kor flew over the inn, perching on the highest peak of its roof. His eyes were closed but he could sense everything through the yips and snorts of his young Dragonling, Keria. Together they'd fly every morning to greet the sun and mourn the passing moon. Today was especially important for them. It was the anniversary of their first meeting. They smiled at each other and exchanged only mischievous nods and gestures as they began their plotting for the day.<br/><br/>Without warning, Kor took off, flying straight up then freefalling to the roof, catching the wind just before hitting it. Keria yipped happily and began to pursue him, her broad wings flapping furiously as she tried to catch up and in time surpass him. They did this for hours, simply flying and flailing about, enjoying one another's company as per the usual, until the sun was fully up and journeying to the center of the sky.<br/><br/>After a meal they found in the forest, the pair decided to call it a morning and retire. Keria wrapped herself around Kor's shoulders and they went inside of the inn.