Still, it was a very nice day. The green was taking up more space than should have been possible, sprawled out flat and soaking up the maximum amount of sun. Cehrazad was reclining casually against her side, eyes closed, and hand slowly stroking the side of a recently fed fancy flitt. Morgiana was endearingly sweet when she wasn't being obsessively choosy over the bits of food offered up to Her Highness. Luckily, the cat was willing to eat everything the flitt rejected, and the two got along quite well as a result.
Nahumth sighed, turning slightly in the sun, her rider giggling a little, involuntarily, as the sigh lifted and then lowered her with the movement of her dragon's side. In Nahumth's mind, this day was already perfect, but she knew her rider would actually think the day improved a little bit by having someone to talk to while soaking up the sun.