[Tyler turns and strokes Ox's snout with both hands, and a bright red feather pops out from the folds of his coat collar, so Isis can look up at the big dinosaur too. With a gentle rumble, and a swish of its long tail through the grass, the Aerodactyl kneels down, so that Tyler can climb up the leather straps and get nestled in the saddle he's fixed to Ox.
Though when he's in, there's clearly space behind him for a second person; evidently he must have brought some sort of double saddle. When he's comfortably settled in, he lifts his hands to sign again.]
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Though when he's in, there's clearly space behind him for a second person; evidently he must have brought some sort of double saddle. When he's comfortably settled in, he lifts his hands to sign again.]
Come on then.