Rhark Trainer -

To Kaelen, he was a student.

Kaelen smiles and shows them his scarred fingers. “He remembers every day,” he says. “That’s why he chooses not to be.” rhark trainer

That is the secret. Rharks do not learn commands. They learn relationships. Every morning, Kaelen brings Vex a fresh kill. Every evening, he scratches the soft hinge of the jaw where the scales are thinnest. In between, they spar—gentle, ritualized pushes of shoulder against palm, breath against breath. When Kaelen raises his left hand, Vex lowers his spines. When Kaelen clicks his tongue twice, Vex opens his mouth to receive the bridle—not a restraint, but a promise . A promise that they will fly together when night falls, that the trainer’s weight on the harness is not a burden but a pact. To Kaelen, he was a student