Mitar and Beena were both sent to Black Dragon Weyr not because of any specific reason other then once discovering the history, it seemed suiting for the quite slightly withdrawn youth… and besides, Beena wouldn’t even hear of being separated from them, so what could they do but send her as well?

“I heard this place has one of those really gory histories with dead people and blood and everything.” Beena commented quietly, causing Mitar to jump slightly. Ever since they had arrived, Beena had grown… not more excitable, but she had developed a sense of humour that was both dark and sharp at the same time. If it could be considered humor. Turning to look at her with a sliding glance, Mitar arched a brow. “Well, it’s true.” Defensive now that he hadn’t laughed, she sat next to him to peer at the dragons above.

“Beautiful, huh?” he said, pointing to the dragons from the first clutch that held a dark, powerful air about them. Beena’s lips curled into a smile as she saw this, this more violent nature and in a secret way she admired this. She was used to being the passive one, and like more rebellions- this was starting to succeed.

“If you like that sort of thing.” Her tone was flippant, but it was meant to be on purpose, something that quietly angered Mitar because he didn’t like this lack of attention.

“It is.” He said, and it was his turn to be defensive now as he watched the group fly over the air. “Yeah, I heard that as well.”

“Hear what?”

“Violet past, shady origins.” He looked over at grinned. “Damsels in distress, that sort of thing.”

She snorted. “I’d never call them damsels in distress…it’s only an act so that they can win people over easily.”

“Oh, I don’t know.” Inspecting the ground as if it was suddenly interesting, he said quietly. “Although they are more attractive then some…”

“Say what?”