Fantasy market

"Ayla what're you doing?!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, running away from a pseudo Drake that flew towards me at high speeds. It's was the size of a horse, jagged dark brown scales often grazing the tree branches, leaving large gashes during it's pursuit. 

No matter how many trees I run around it broke right through them without stop, my feet kicking up the grass that stood in my way as I struggle to keep the lead

"These things take time, you know!" I heard her shout from a tree above, going through the pages of her book, her staff right by her side as she twirled it idly with her free hand.

With a grin she stood up when she landed on the right page, a little giggle escaping her lips as she twirled her staff around into a firmer grip.

"I got it!" She announced, "Alright!"