"Stealth," Bael confirmed. "He's a confident flyer but usually does so on his own time. He doesn't like to be too serious when we're together." Bael placed his hand where he last saw Phantom and felt the rough scales, rubbing his palm along the side. He shook his head and scoffed. "Nothing, nothing. Great dive, man." He extended his arm out to the rider. "Baelfire," he introduced. He eyed the dark purple dragon and smiled at it. "Beautiful beast ya got there," he mentioned in acknowledgment. Bael put his hand to the back of his neck, rubbing it lightly. "Belled?" he asked, unfamiliar with the term.