Maryanne's pov
Let me put it out there, running away from a warship with a still growing and immature dragon was not the best way of doing it.
I had managed to disable the monitors and robots on the way out and successfully escaped from there but having to ride the wistful dragon was a task.
He whined in his dragon language after every few miles or what I assumed were miles since space didn't have that kind of measurement available.
Nino was tired easily and he would tried to turn back towards the direction of the warship which he saw as home. He wanted to go home.
He would squeak and jump around until I managed to get him to go straight again.
This happened for the third time already and I barely managed to coax him into going ahead with some diamonds and chocolates I stole fro
