"I know of it, though it is not the same one where my own house is."

The walk is fine, Anduin doesn't need to point that out as he skates to the exit for the rink. It isn't that far away and he turns to look over at Wrathion. Surely he can manage that small distance? Dragons had to have some kind of balance or they wouldn't be good at flying, right?

Anduin has to admit he isn't sure and a part of him is fascinated to see how Wrathion does. It's a nicer feeling than the mild exasperation that seems to follow in Wrathion's wake.

"Lead the way."