Josie
I've spent hours riding on Misha's back. He is tired, breathing heavily underneath me, but I can't take us home. Not before he has shape-shifting into a dragon. I have to help him achieve this, or I fear he won't be able to defeat Blaze tomorrow.
"Look, I know you're tired..." Misha glances up at me while standing on shaky legs. I've pushed him to his limit. This is his first-time shape-shifting, and he has been my mount all day. It's admiring, and I smile at him. "I know, I know! But... I have this last idea to help you shape-shift. It's dangerous, yet I think it will work."
A small whine leaves Misha's lips. He is tired, but he will try this last thing for me. His trust in me makes me gooey.
I stroke his white fur, digging my fingers until I feel his warm skin and heavy breath
