Ch'ney! The sixteen-turn-old turned to look at his blue dragon, now almost four turns old.
"What is it, Reeth?" He asked.
I think we should move to another Weyr. The large blue dragon stated.
Ch'ney cocked an eyebrow, staring at his dragon. "Why now, all of a sudden?" He asked suspiciously. It wasn't like Reeth to just up and leave, when they'd been at Blue Sky Weyr for almost eight turns now.
Well, actually...I want to chase. Ch'ney's dark brown eyes widened. "You WHAT!?"
I want to chase. Preferably at Tripaldi Weyr. Reeth stated.
"What? No, Reeth, I don't want-"
Please? Just to see how I'll do?
Ch'ney sighed. There was no arguing with the blue. "Alright, alright." He groaned. "We'll go to this Tripoli Weyr."
It's Tripaldi Weyr, Ch'ney.
"Whatever." Ch'ney answered, rolling his eyes.

There! There she is, that's the one I want to chase!
Ch'ney stared at the dragon that had caught the attention of his blue. A green dragon, sunning herself on a ledge.
See? She's beautiful, isn't she?
"Yeah, beautiful" Ch'ney muttered.
Why don't you go talk to her rider? I'm sure you'll like her. I'll stay here and talk with Mynialeth.
Ch'ney blinked, then realized that Mynialeth must be the green's name. He sighed, rolling his eyes at his lovesick dragon, and reluctantly left to find her rider.