Chapitre 103: Communication

Lance flew on the back of his dragons, letting himself fly and ride the air with them. He was having a blast, not only because it was fun to have a dragon rider like him on her back, but also because he had been flying for hours and was tired and sore. He had wanted to do this since forever; ever since he had come here from Earth, that is.

It seemed almost impossible to go from planet to planet, let alone space, especially when everyone kept asking him questions about Earth and all the different races and species he'd seen and learned about. Lance didn't know if he could handle it.

He felt more connected with the people who had never even been to Earth than he did anyone else in the entire world. And yet the questions kept coming, so they asked him over and over again every time they met him, no matter how much he denied it. They were relentless and persistent and sometimes just plain annoying.