"Ooo! What do you two think you're doing, eh?" Kurana glared at the pair, who both hunkered down. Jriath, the green, crooned at her rider comfortingly, while Parth - M'ki's lifemate - just tried to hide.

We were only playing! Jriath said meekly, bowing her head. We just thought we'd play on your cot... it's not a very good one, really, breaking so easily!

Kurana glared. "Jriath! It collapsed because cots aren't made to support heavy werlings! Stupid dragon... that's you too, Parth!" Kurana's waving finger was in the brown's direction for a moment, until another hand slapped it out of the way.

"Ow!" The greenrider cried, snatching her hand back and whirling to face the person. "M'ki!"

The brownrider glared at his sister. "Why'd you talk to Parth like that? He's scared!"

Kurana scowled. "He and Jriath broke my cot!"

M'ki kept glaring. "Then why aren't you yelling at Jriath?"

"I was, you just came in when I was telling Parth that he was at fault too!" Kurana crossed her arms over her chest, pouting. "Should I have told him that he can destroy any cots he wants?"

M'ki made a face at her, but relented. "Fine. What were they doing on your cot?"

"Playing, apparently," Kurana answered dryly, shooting a glare at the two dragons.

M'ki laughed, and rolled his eyes, gesturing for Parth to follow him. "Well, you get that. Me'n'Parth are going to the weyrlake - coming?"

A sly grin lit the girls face as she grabbed at Jriath. "Race ya!"