"Selvaggioth, would you come here please?" Kjoda growled. She was irritated that that shaffing Cyizo and his bond Cynnath had cajoled Kjedoreth into making her converse with the orange. But your personalities are so close, what with beating the living daylights out of anything that moves in front of you! That facking white and his precious green, he'll get his when this is over... Sel' meandered cooly from the rear of the sponsorling's den, nose tilted up as she waded through the mass of dragonets.

Yeah, waddaya want? It took all Kjoda had in her to not blast the little impudent orange all the way to the Southern Continent. She ground her teeth and began, her own tiny plot springing into her head. "Cyizo, Kjedoreth, Cynnath and I believe you spend far too much time in this weyr alone, beating up defenseless dragonets. We're going to send you on a little trip." The orange blinked, You're... kicking me out?