I'lor leaned over Cavroth, trying to see. "Where is she, Cav? I can't see anything behind your fat head."
My head is not fat and she is right there, your eyes are too small, the indignant brown replied, picking his feet up nervously. See? They fly close!
I'lor grinned. Avila and her green Porenth were out at the hunting grounds. He was supposed to be hunting for flit clutches, but why bother? He wasn't getting any, so it didn't matter. Cavroth snorted. Yes, but some other weyrling would want one. Maybe she would want one.
I'lor made a face. "Ya think so, Cav?"
She's never had a firelizard befoooooore... Cavroth let the word fade, wrapping his tail around a rock. He was never able to be still, even when he slept.
"All right, Cav! Then we'll go looking!" He grinned down at the brown. "This is brownrider I'lor, ready for takeoff," he said, sitting upright.
Cavroth, giving the dragon equivalent of a smile, played along. This is brown Cavroth. All organs operational. Prepare for takeoff! He leapt into the air, beating his powerful wings, soaring higher and higher. Once he had reached sufficient altitude, he flew towards the beaches.
"Just you wait! I'll find her a white!" I'lor shouted, grinning, as the two headed farther away, and out of sight...
