Nevanth turned his head to look at X'nvar, a look of reason in his eye. I'm going to chase Amisserath, he said evenly. You yourself said that Lecirnor was pretty, did you not?
X'nvar swore quietly under his breath. "Nevanth, had you chose any other dragon, I would of been entirely supportive of you. But Amissareth... You know full and well that T'nel and she are in love."
And I also know full and well that I can outfly Lovkoth any day. You said so yourself a few days ago, did you not?
The terra-rider sighed deeply. "I did say that, Nevanth, but in a mating flight it's not always skill that wins it, it's the female's rider's emotions that can determine the winner. And Lecirnor would prefer T'nel any day to me."
You are higher rank than he is, X'nvar. You were almost heir, and you're handsomer than T'nel.
"You're not going to give up, are you?"
Nope.
