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from his position on the cold stone floor of his weyr. "Sternth!? What're you
doing?" He screeched at the small blue dragon. Sternth's eyes whirled
innocently as he stared down at his rider. Sitting...Is there a problem? V'nen's brown eyes rolled as the sixteen-turn-old
glared up at his dragon. "Yeah...You're sitting on me!" The
dragon paused, considering this. He shifted his hindquarters, causing his rider
to grimace. True...I
repeat, is there a problem? V'nen clenched his teeth. "Sternth...Quit playing
around! What do you want?" Ah! Now we're getting somewhere. What do I want,
indeed... The blue dragon said
cryptically. At the same time, V'nen's brother D'cien entered with his blue
dragon, Snith. "What does who want-V'nen?" The rider looked down at his brother,
clearly very amused at the spectacle of a dragon sitting on his brother.
V'nen just glowered. "How should I know what he's doing? I'm just his rider,
no one of importance." He said sarcastically. Okay, okay, I'll get up.
The blue dragon said, and
paused. But
first... V'nen sighed.
"Well?" ...Well,
see, there's a lovely, purple tiger-striped dragon named Miowieth rising at
Dragonwillow. I want you to take us there and sign me up. V'nen groaned. "Sternth, I can't... I'm too young!
I'm only sixteen!" Well, see, the beauty of it-aside from Miowieth's
stunning beauty, that is- is that Miowieth's rider, Liadana, is also sixteen.
V'nen paused.
"Really?" D'cien's blue, Snith, chose this moment to interrupt.
Isn't it rather
undignified for a dragon such as yourself to be sitting on your rider,
Sternth? Snith must have taken
pity on V'nen. I
mean, what would Miowieth think? Sternth snorted. Once we arrive at Dragonwillow, I will be a
perfect
gentleman.
I'm not a dimglow, Snith. "Sternth..." V'nen groaned. "Could you
please get off of me now?" The blue blinked in surprise.
Oh! Of course, sorry
V'nen. He said sheepishly as he
climbed off his rider. Hmm...Snith eyed his own rider. Speaking of rising females...You
want to go to Danach? D'cien
stared up at his own blue nervously. "Snith...?" I hear they have very lovely
drago-er, forests, on Danach. "Somehow, I don't think forests is what you originally
meant to say, Snith." D'cien said dryly. ...Her name's Maoith, she's a lovely jade green
dragoness, absolutll beautiful. Snith said, sighing contentedly, and causing his rider
to choke back a laugh, which in turn, caused Snith to glare at the
eighteen-turn-old. Well, since sitting seemed to work
so well for Sternth and V'nen... Snith threatened. D'cien stood up. "Come on, Snith.
Let's go get signed up for Maoith's flight, then." He said hurriedly as he
rushed out of the weyr. Sternth and Snith rumbled in laughter as they watched
their
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