"Zhlae's green- what's her name... Ah! Kilith. Well, Kilith's a Weyrling too," said Zhronsha, reading the scrap of paper tied to Tuk's leg. Niobeth looked blankly at Zhronsha.

"What?!" Niobeth just shook her head gracefully.

You care more about that green than you do about me, and you've never seen her! pouted Niobeth.

"Now why would you say that, sweet? Of course I love you more! You're my baby! My lifemate!" Niobeth looked up. Zhronsha knew immediately that she had fallen right into the trap.

If you really love me, than brush my hide and give me some food. Niobeth laughed as Zhronsha stormed off, grumbling.

"You conniving, spoiled little flitter," she muttered.

I heard that!