There's no such thing as too much proposal
"Vrida!"
[Vrida!]
Both of us threw ourselves and hugged the wyvern's neck. Vrida, the sweet girl, purred softly and enveloped us with its right wing.
"Have you been good? Have you eaten your breakfast?" I stroked her snout and looked into its yellow eyes, which were blinking softly.
"Don't worry, Young Master. She's a disciplined girl," the keeper said, patting the side of Vrida's stomach.
"Good girl!" I stroked both sides of her cheek one last time before retreating toward the edge of Vrida's nest.
Vrida's nest was made of vines, woods, and river stones; an open dome structure like the Temple--probably because Vrida's old Nest in the Castle was not far from it. From the edge of the nest, I could look at the ravine below; a blue stream around five meters wide and three meters deep.
Probably enough for a small boat, right?