Zhlae brushed Kilith's hide slowly, making it shimmer in the sunlight. The dragon cooed, eyes whirling happily.

I will be the prettiest dragon there, said Kilith, speaking of the Weyrling classes they were about to attend.

"That you will," responded Zhlae with a grin. Kilith was such a... well, she thought very highly of herself. She loved to have fun and play, and she loved to be brushed and cleaned and pampered. Zhlae of course, didn't mind. She loved Kilith and would do anything for her.

You missed a spot, Zhlae. Right...there. Zhlae laughed to herself and moved to get that spot- which she was positive she had brushed five times before.