A'non groaned and leaned heavily against Frosth's side.

Why are we going over firestone again? All you do is eat it and burp it back up...sheesh. "My sentiments exactly, bud." Focusing his eyes on the Weyrlingmaster, A'non let his mind wander over what he wanted to do later. Suddenly he found his gaze drifting as well, coming to rest on Klaera, another girl from Draco's Inferno. He been trying to gain her affections but Frosth said that Tiyranelth told him she already had a mate, some guy from Draco's Inferno as well. "But as of yet he has no dragon." A'non thought devilishly. "Hey, so I'm a few turns younger but who better to teach me than an older woman.."

But her mate does have a dragon... Frosth added. "He does!? How old is it? What color is it?"

He's a blue and only just hatched from Senior Queen Karoth's clutch. But Tiyranelth says she likes him very much, for a hatchling anyway.

"That won't matter when she rises, and we catch her." A smile curved across his face. When her dragon rose, the dragon of her "mate" would only be a weyrling, while Frosth would be a big, strong, healthy adult. That would be his chance, he'd make her like him.