"Hey!" S'var yelped in protest as his blue dragon, Refinterth, snatched a bottle of Benden wine out of his hand. The blue dragon tossed the bottle out of their weyr, and S'var heard the glass bottle tinkle as it smashed on the rocky ledges beyond in dismay. "Refinterth!" He snapped at the dragon. "What'd you do that for!?"
You didn't need it. The blue dragon replied matter-of-factly. Nasty, mind-muddling drink, that is. It's bad for you.
S'var growled at his bond. "You only say that 'cause you got drunk once when I told you not to and got a killer hangover." He pointed out.
Refinterth rumbled deep in his throat and changed the subject. Anyway, I think it's time we left Sunstone Weyr.
S'var raised an eyebrown curiously. "Oh? I knew we were planning to transfer eventually, but what's the sudden rush, Refinterth?"
Well, there's a gold named Lineath rising at Draco's Inferno Weyr...He began, but was interrupted by S'var.
"A gold? You aren't hoping to enter a gold's flight, are you, Refinterth? How would you be able to catch her?" S'var pointed out skeptically.
Refinterth huffed cockily. I could catch her! Just because I'm a blue, it doesn't mean I can't outfly a brown or bronze! Besides, Lineath is allowing blues and more medium-sized dragons in her flight. It can't be too hard.
S'var snorted his opinion of that. Refinterth ignored him. Her rider is supposed to be very pretty as well. He hinted. Can't we go take a look?
S'var sighed and rolled his eyes. "Alright then, fine. But first, let me get something else to drink." S'var said with a glare at his dragon.