Malan looked over to his dragon and blinked in surprise. Since they had started flying, Paranath had grown. He now stood 4 meters above Malan's head. His wingspan was twice that. All in all, Malan decided, Paranath was a big dragon. Paranath sensed his rider's scrutiny and turned his head to peer at Malan. Is something wrong? the dragon asked. Malan laughed and shook his head. "No, my friend," he replied. "I'm just admiring how big you've gotten. Your hide has also lightened and become shinier." Paranath looked down at himself and gave Malan a draconic grin. I think I've reached my full growth. I think the lightening is normal. I like this color better, the dragon said, satisfied. Now we can fly for as long as we want. Malan laughed again at the pride in Paranath's mindvoice. "That we can, my friend, that we can," Malan answered. He slung the saddle he was carrying onto Paranath's back, then vaulted up after it. He didn't use the leg Paranath offered him as a step. Still showing off, Malan? the big bronze asked. Malan smiled and answered, "Yeah, it's fun. And I have to keep in shape. Let's go fly!" At that signal, the bronze launched himself into the sky.