A'nder & Ryspeth
				Oh, doesn't she think that she's the little perfect one, Ryspeth said angrily as Kiotinath spashed him with her tail from her position in the weyrlake.  A'nder was more focused on oiling Ryspeth than he was at looking at the other dragons.  Just because she's some stupid rare, she thinks that she owns everything.  Psh. A'nder looked at his brown with curiosity, then decided to laugh, much to Ryspeth's confusion.  "You're special too, Rys," he whispered to his dragon, oiling behind his left wing.  "Look at you, you're all burnished and beautiful.  And the only brown in your clutch, I'll remind you.  Don't let Kiotinath bother you."  He shot a glance at Amontillado, who was laughing with her dragon.  "Anyways, Amontillado's not the best person to try and talk to, either.  She doesn't think that she's good enough." Ryspeth stretched his wings, knocking A'nder off balance.  Whoops, sorry, rider-mine.  I didn't mean to do that.  But I'm just tired.  I want to do something other than sit here and watch Kiotinath try and impress that stupid Shempath. There was a strange tone of bitterness and longing in the dragon's voice.  "You like Kiotinath!" A'nder laughed loudly.  "You do, you do, you do!  You're just jealous of Shempath, is that it?"  Ryspeth didn't answer.  "Oh, silly Rys, you're better any day than that stupid old frosted brown.  You're much more handsome." Ryspeth looked down at himself.  D'ya really think so?
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