Manalith snorted, and blew out a long, red spurt of flame, coming uncomfortably close to A'cuin. The brown weyrling ducked his head sheepishly. Sorry, A'cuin.
A'cuin smiled, patting his dragon's head gently as he laughed. "You're supposed to flame Thread, not me, Manalith."
Sanglith growled from her position beside Rea, and spat out the firestone she had been chewing. That stuff tastes awful. She said. I don't want to fight Thread, anyway.
Rea frowned slightly, cocking her head. "Sanglith? Do you want to clutch?"
The green-white dragon just shrugged. I don't know. Maybe. Probably. You don't mind, do you, Rea?
The girl smiled at her dragon. "Of course not, dear heart."
Sanglith nodded happily as she trotted away to the feeding grounds, Manalith trailing at her heels. Rea paused, watching them for a moment, and bit her lip thoughtfully. "When Sanglith rises..."
A'cuin came up behind her, and slipped his arms around her waist. "Then Manalith will catch her."
Rea smiled. "He'd better."
