Tiger was learning how to ride a dragon from her father. She was getting better and better at it, performing various tricks in the air with Fireball, who had grown quite fond of her. So, once, Scott smiled at her and declared:
“Well, Tiggie, today’s your big day – I’ll permit you to perform your very first independent flight!”
Tiger chuckled:
“If you wanted a baby daughter to give permissions to, Scott, you are twenty-one years late. I am an adult for three years now, and if I need anyone’s permission to ride Fireball independently, it is Fireball himself”.
Scott blinked in a stupor, but then chuckled and shook his head:
“Straightforward and blunt like your old man, eh? I guess you’re right – you’re already an adult and you can decide for yourself what’s better for you. Well then, I won’t follow you today. See if you can ride Fireball on your own. He will protect you, if anything”.