Too Big [Open]

[Dragon]

"Molloth - Molloth, you won't fit through here!"

Veryn was standing in the doorway leading from her weyr into the hall, barring the way with her slight figure. At recently nineteen, the young rider was still getting a handle on how to work with her nearly two-turn-old dragon. Oh, he was absolutely adorable, soft and round for a dragon, with the best puppy eyes anyone had ever seen ... which he was currently aiming at his rider.

Why won't I fit? I used to. I think. I'm sure I used to fit. I don't remember fitting, but I'm sure I used to.

"You got bigger!" Veryn wasn't entirely sure how Molloth knew that he used to fit through the door; maybe he thought about it often enough that the vague knowledge he used to fit survived despite his short memory? Or maybe it was something he picked up from inside her head. "The doorway isn't even as tall as your shoulders, Molloth."

It was true; the blue, while not big, was only a little shy of eight feet at the shoulder, and the doorway was only a little over seven. Still, Molloth didn't always take that as discouragement, and Veryn was always surprised at how quickly Molloth forgot getting stuck.

Hmm. Perhaps not. But the hallway is taller. Maybe if I crawl on my belly, I can get out there!

Veryn groaned, dropping her face into her hands. At least he wasn't trying to shove past her so that he could follow her. Yet.