T'lem listened silently to the Weyrlingmaster as he explained just how important it was to know exactly where you were going when traveling between. Aseth, on the other hand, was not content to sit still and listen silently as his rider was.
He was currently running in circles beside T'lem. T'lem stared at his eccentric blue dragon, dark eyes confused.
"Aseth, what in Faranth's name are you doing?" He whispered to the weyrling dragon.
Chasing my tail, came the answer. Aseth suddenly jumped, grabbing the end of his spade-tipped tail in his mouth. He cried out, dropping the throbbing appendage. That hurt... he sniffed as he sat down by his bond.
T'lem grinned sheepishly at the other weyrling pairs as they stared at him and Aseth.