Asclepius put one hand over his smiling mouth, pleased and amazed at her delicate form. She was very beautiful, and her iridescent scales were a delight to his eyes. "You are correct about flying with me; I'm afraid you would fly circles around me any day, fair dragoness. I am large and rather lumbering, and my wings don't maneuver very well since they attach like a wave all the way down my body. I practically swim like a manta ray in the air, which is nice to look at, but not particularly practical for turning... you on the other hand, I bet watching you fly compared to me would be like watching a falcon compared to an albatross."
"You have very colorful descriptions, Asclepius. But you can appreciate our differences. For the albatross is a long-distance flyer, often spending months at sea without finding dry land. So you, like the albatross are built for endurance. While the falcon and myself, are built for speed." Xatia said politely.
