In the morning, Rubix was told about common sense and the fact that she had to behave as a thinking and responsible being.
Animal impulses were over!
I took her front paw.
"Look. You have claws but also fingers. You have to learn to hold things without breaking them and no longer put them down in the dirt and mud."
She listened to me very carefully.
"Here it is. A stool. You sit on it and not on the ground...Yes, yes, I know you're going to grow up but we have plenty of time and considering the size of your back legs, now we'll say legs!"
OK.
Father Damien's runic plates with pictures were brought out.
"Here is a slate. Do not break it and do not press too hard. "
A sponge. Water and a lead.
"Otherwise use your claw and copy the symbols. You will have to repeat the letters out loud every morning".
We made her a leather bag with her writing tablet and a book with pictures for children. Then I had an idea.
It was hard for her. Very hard.
"Come on, get up!"
She stood up and tilted forward a little.
"You have to use your tail as a balance, not as a support or you'll get hurt!"
Cedric cast a music spell and I took Rubix by the hand and we began to sway to the beat. One step forward. One step back, one step to the side... turn around. jump!
We had to get out of the way or else everything would be blown away with her red tail. Then the music slowed down and Rubix put her front paws on my back, squeezing me like a lover and closed her eyes, and slow danced with me.
Then the music started again and we jumped faster and faster. She loved it. The music was driving her crazy.
But Saphie and Beth were jealous. I had never come so close to another creature.
"See... when you want! You can walk like us... Now think about the music and beat the rhythm!"
Then it was physical training with the students. The groups were each in their corner and Rubix was a little hidden by a cape.
Jim gave me a check and I gave Rubix a check.
"Come on! run! you have to strengthen the muscles here... Here we run! we don't fly!"
We jogged and little by little the dragon caught up with us but had to stop in front of our endurance.
It was the characteristic of the man: He was enduring and could exhaust any other animal, except the horses. Slowly, every day, she progressed, started to say dead people like a child and deciphered the signs and symbols written in children's books.
It was hard because it was also catching up, but we supported her. At night she slept at my feet, refusing to go to another bed.
Often, at night, she would climb onto my bed and lie against me. I was embarrassed to death, but little by little I saw a person and not a dragon anymore.
The dragons remained... animals... even though we tried the same program as for Rubix. The lunar door opening once a month, I could go back to my parents on leave and what a surprise it was for them when I came back with Rubix.
Ragul was surprised to see Rubix... she was the spitting image of Exodus!
Ragul : "My little Torin... Every time I see you, I have the impression that you are growing..."
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Torin the dragon rider (TOME 12 of the TIAMAT'S WARS SERIE)
FantasyBritannia, a prosperous kingdom where life is good. The technology is not very advanced but some mages, alchemists and sages still manage to do wonders. In a small village, between mountains, farmers have been living in peace for several generation...