"Innate senses between humans and dragons aren't uncommon." Damien said as he rubbed the blood from his hands and motioned to Orian to step closer, "She can't ride bareback on your back in her state." He said before he reached over into Orian's saddle and pulled out what seemed to be a leather training saddle.

He notioned to Orian with his hand before he stepped towards the other Dragon and held out the saddle. "May I?" He asked her It would be rude to just place a saddle on a dragon- He tried doing it to a couple of dragons while he was just learning in the Order, and that never worked out well for him.

Orian moved over to Lor with a sway of his tail, offering his head for her to grab to help her stand up. [i]"Grip my horn."[/i] He mentioned softly, [i]"I won't move too fast I promise."[/i] His bright eyes watching her intently; Much like his Rider he wanted to help, but he didn't want to push her.

Orian gave a small laugh at her mention of the Kings Dragon, [i]"The King is Volvens Rider."[/i] Orian said, shuddering at the mention of the Dragon God of Power's name, [i]"When the King is killed, I say we chain him onto a cliff and refuse to feed him."[/i] He said with a small huff.