Petra bowed her head as Sion's hand brushed over her scales, closing her eyes. "It's you." She repeated, her voice lifting with excitement. "I've waited for so long to find you." Her words were not spoken, but intoned directly in his thoughts. It was a strange, alien, but...comforting experience. Slowly, the other soldiers began to get up and look on in awe at the dragon that had scattered their formation, and then looked towards Sion. There were boots pounding on the ground as soldiers ran up - these ones with rifles at the ready, rounds loaded in the chamber. They only hesitated to fire when they saw Sion's hand upon Petra's muzzle, and how she sat faithfully by his side.
The base commander's fury lessened only somewhat at the sight, but it was enough to keep him from ordering the dragon from being put down. He strode up to the dragon and her newfound Rider, standing there quietly until the blood left his face. Even still, the firmness of his voice was still evident. "What do you have to say for yourself, young man?" He spoke as if chiding Sion for his actions. "You were not one of the listed Potentials."
The base commander's fury lessened only somewhat at the sight, but it was enough to keep him from ordering the dragon from being put down. He strode up to the dragon and her newfound Rider, standing there quietly until the blood left his face. Even still, the firmness of his voice was still evident. "What do you have to say for yourself, young man?" He spoke as if chiding Sion for his actions. "You were not one of the listed Potentials."