Xalathar was an exceedingly proud creature. Without Orion's express permission, no one could command it. This included Orion's own children; neither Elara nor Pallas could move the great dragon.
"Daddy, Pallas wants to ride the abyssal dragon too!" Pallas piped up from his perch on the other shoulder, following his sister's lead.
As he had grown, Pallas had become cleverer. He had realized that he could often get what he wanted by either egging his sister on or by making his own request right after hers. In such cases, his daddy would usually agree.
"Alright," Orion said, reaching up to ruffle Elara's hair.
As a look of disappointment began to cross Pallas's face, only to be replaced by one of hope, Orion reached over and ruffled his head as well.
