As he pulled the head free she clenched her muscles as quickly as she could and waved at her bag sitting by the door to the pen. But this was not a display of challenge but of acceptance. Climbing out of the vehicle carefully so as to not crease her suit, she led them into the building where the males were mostly resting from their earlier exercise. With gentle prescision Stallion mounted her, his forelimbs placed either side of Melody’s shoulders. To show his respect to the noble beast Solomon lowered his head; he was to be a Handler; an equal to the marvelous creature, not dominant over it. He gladly explained his varied experiences and told them that he wanted to work at the Hatchery because he had worked with lizards from all over the world but had never worked with such nobel beasts as dragons. Solomon held the dragons gaze, refusing to back down. His skin was as dark as the purest dark chocolate.
