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"Pffft, what do you mean fall to my doom?" Noah asked. "Chaital's only a bit taller than a horse, it shouldn't be - " Then his eyes went wide. ". . . Oh. Did you think I meant fly with her with no saddle?! Hell no. Even I'm not that crazy," he assured Jasper. "I was thinking more like riding her like a horse, on the ground, until I get used to things."
He carefully climbed up on Chaital's back, who stood and ambled off at a gentle pace. Noah learned quickly - and partially remembered from his flight with Lily - how to fold his legs back and use them to keep himself in place.
Mr. Jenkins patted Jasper's shoulder. "I wouldn't think that. I was mostly sayin' it fer Noah's sake in case he tried to ride 'im," he explained with a laugh. "Speaking of Ol' Boulder, I'm takin' bets. Who thinks he's gonna be near the house, an' who thinks he's gonna meet us halfway?"
He carefully climbed up on Chaital's back, who stood and ambled off at a gentle pace. Noah learned quickly - and partially remembered from his flight with Lily - how to fold his legs back and use them to keep himself in place.
Mr. Jenkins patted Jasper's shoulder. "I wouldn't think that. I was mostly sayin' it fer Noah's sake in case he tried to ride 'im," he explained with a laugh. "Speaking of Ol' Boulder, I'm takin' bets. Who thinks he's gonna be near the house, an' who thinks he's gonna meet us halfway?"