Alta	Trebl

Beleith

"Oneesaaaaaaaaaaaaan!" Oben hopped up and down, waving his arms and shouting wildly. "Oneesan! Oneesan!"

Arita turned from a tiny brown dragonet, surprised. "Oben-chan! I didn't know you were here!" She grinned at her younger brother.

"Oneesan! Are the rumors true? Did you really Impress a Pocket Dragon?"

Arita nodded and turned, holding out her hands to indicate the tiny brown hatchling, inhaling chunks of meat. "This is Beleith!" she said proudly.

"Oneesan, I'm so happy for you!" Oben hugged his sister around the waist.

She flushed. "Oben-chan, if you keep hugging me like that, I won't be able to breath!" She laughed as he sheepishly pulled away. "Listen, I'm going to be really busy tending to Beleith tonight. I'll see you first thing in the morning, kay?" "Okay, Oneesan!" He nodded and ran off, probably to brag about his sister, the brown rider. She sighed and turned around.

"No, Beleith! You may NOT eat anymore!" She rolled her eyes and pulled the brown away from another dragon's pile of meat. "Beleith, come on, you've had enough to feed five dragons!"

But I'm sooo hungry! a voice said in her mind. I'm so hungry I could I could eat all the meat here!

Arita smiled. "You'll get more on the morrow, I promise."

Really? Well, then, let's go! Beleith hopped around her, running towards the Weyrling Barracks. Arita grinned and followed, and suddenly two flits appeared on her shoulders.

"Decided to join us, you two?" she asked, jokingly. Alta, the gold, chirped, highly offended, while green Trebl meekly peeped. Arita rolled her eyes and stroked the flits, as Beleith lead her to the Weyrling Barracks. She had a contented feeling inside her, and she knew from now on, she would always be happy.

Well.. moderately happy, at the least.