What do you suppose they're doing, Ch'ney? Reeth asked, as he stared at the two boys, identical in looks, that were laughing at something. Their dragons sat beside them, a brown and a bronze, the only one of Rosalinth's clutch.
Ch'ney just shook his head, glancing at the twins. "I'm sure we don't want to know, Reeth." He said ruefully.
Reeth paused, then nodded in agreement with his rider. Ch'ney, can we go to the feeding grounds now? I'm getting hungry.
Ch'ney sighed at his large blue dragon. "Of course, Reeth, you're always hungry." He said, rolling his eyes at his young weyrling dragon.
I'm a growing dragon. I need food! Reeth shouted as he raced to the feeding grounds, glancing back at Ch'ney.
The fourteen-turn-old boy smiled, and followed his rambunctious young blue dragon.