Sub-Lt. Kalysto flicked an ear at Desiree when he tightened the leg rigs in place on the dragons.

“Again,” He said cooly, more irritated than he was before, “I’m right here. You could just tell me. And whatever you are doing, I am hearing it.” He paused as Desiree contacted her Kalysto and he threw down his resonating screw-driver, causing it violently spark as it hit the dirt.

“You’re doing it again!” He spat on the ground. “You’re mocking me now, aren’t you. Stop it!”

Kalysto sighed. **”Are you sure it’s not a magic trick, an illusion or a demon? And what do you mean, not your father? Isn’t… well, everyone apart from your father ‘not your father’?”*