"Very good! Very very good!"
He beamed at her, and let his tail brush along her flank. He had told her that Dragons communicate most through body language, like most sentient beings, but their most expressive organ was the tail. Dragon rarely touched each other with their talons. Not because they could hurt, but because it was a very forward and possessive style of contact. And also some Dragons had shorter legs, making such contact difficult.
But all Dragons had tails.
His gentle touch was tender, but somehow not in a sexual manner. It was like when her grandmother gave her a hug about the shoulders for doing a lesson well.
He rumbled softly then curled up the end of his tail and prodded her jaw with it. He nodded. "Very good. But not too much jaw work. The fire won't hurt you, but it can get tiring. Let your tongue do it. Also your fangs and jaws are meant to make the pressure. The fire wants out. When it finds a space and you allow it, it will leap forth."
He closed his mouth, almost, and the flames roiled up, swirling behind his fangs. It swirled in every direction, guided by his tongue, but he kept his jaws in place. The fireballs began to lash out, throwing sparks and flashes that washed over her and the ground, burning the latter. then suddenly, his jaws still shut, the flames leapt forth in a massive fireball, that held it's place before his snout, while more and more flames roiled up in his mouth and into the fireball.
Then he nosed it and it exploded, so bright and yet so dark that even Furad yelped in surprise then moaned that she could not see. when the moment passed, the fires danced about them in rings, tickling her tummy and tail, and cutting them off from all about them.
He smiled. "We call this fireplay. Each Dragon has their own style. But learning to contain the flames in such away can allow it to do some truly marvelous things. Some Dragons can even summon thunder storms through their flames, and others can make the fire into shields which can do all sorts of things. I personally can...welll here."
He pointed his head straight up close his eyes, then repeated the action, though this time the fire emerged more quickly. Then when the ball had formed and he let it sprout before his face, it crackled and flashed with actual lightning. He blew it up into the sky and it exploded with a thunder boom so loud the earth quaked beneath them, and several hundred lightning strikes flashed all over the ground.
Everywhere it struck came more booms and small fires.
He nodded and inhaled and all his fires vanished, and the grass that he had burned regrew. he then sneezed, scowled, looked around and growled. "Daisies. Hate that smell."
He shook himself then looked back at her. "Now don't try to push it, but you too will have something that is solely yours and your fire's. Now is not the time to find it. you need to get to know your fire. To know it's pressures, it's abilities. Is it stronger with the continuous flame or in balls? You will learn to lengthen the one because it strengthens the other and vice versa. But i cannot teach you what your fire likes. I will not say it is living, because it not separate from you, but it is in that it will react better if you find it's strength and use it. And do not think you have to be restrained to just the continuous flames or the balls. Experiment. Try new things."
His tail poked her rather hard. "But only in the open away from living beings. And i would prefer you do so around me. Dragons control our fire, but it does like to play. I know you would not harm intentionally, and I would not want you to do so accidentally." he nodded toward the targets.
"Now burn them again my dear. You are doing very well."
Furad was singing a song, about herself, but she had altered the words so Tirana's name was in place rather than her own. She was simply bursting in pride for the young Dragon, and she noted, for Tirana's sake, how proud Nabaz was as well. His large eyes studied her thoughtfully, and Furad assured Tirana that he could not hear Furad unless the spirit Dragon wanted him too.