Danoellin had done it. He’d Impressed.

D’no gently scrubbed Therinth’s hide, it was icy pale, but the dragon was perfectly healthy. Zilrik began to scold his impresser for not lavishing such attention on him.

Oh hush. The blue said to the flit, who promptly admonished the dragonet for talking to him so rudely.

“Oh, don’t be so dejected, Zilrik.” D’no told his flit. “I’ll scrub you too.”

You’ll finish scrubbing me first. Therinth said, just as stubborn as his rider. Of course that was necessary, or Therinth and D’no wouldn’t be such a close pair.

“Why should I?” D’no said, taking the sweetsand pouch in his hand so he could pour some out to wash his firelizard pal

Because I said so! Therinth said, unfurling his blue wings. He was big for a blue, and would likely stay that way.

“Oh, make me!” D’no said, then suddenly found himself dripping wet, as Therinth splashed wave after wave of cold lake water at his rider.

Zilrik screamed in outrage, and began to retaliate, splashing water back at the blue dragonet with the best of his firelizard ability.

D’no began to laugh. “Okay, okay, you win!” he said, warding off the water with his arms. This is how D’no learned about priorities.

D’no stubbornly refused to leave his weyr, and Therinth refused to see any reason to persuade his rider to change his mind. He was comfortable – why should he move.

“D’no, it’s time for training, get yourself and your dragon out here now.”

“Why should I?” D’no said from his bed.

“Get out here or you’re grounded!”

“You can’t ground me! Therinth has wings…” D’no shouted. A large form passed in front of the doorway and settled. “Hey! Let us out!”

He says we’re grounded. Therinth said softly.

D’no sat down. “Shards…”

D’no never got any less stubborn, and the weyrlingmaster feared no one would take him and his blue into their wing. He’d managed to get a full training, despite his stubbornness.

They were basking in the sunlight when a large bronze appeared and landed somewhat nearby. Zilrik leapt up and started to scold the rider when he neared, but exhibiting more sense than his rider, he stopped and settled on the bronzerider’s shoulder. Ke’l grinned. “Same ol’ D’no…”

“Hey…” D’no said, sitting upright. “What’re you doing here?”

“Retrieving my newest Wingrider.” Ke’l said with a grin.

“Yeah? Who?”

“You.”

D’no blinked. “No…”

“Yes – now get your tails in gear – it’s time you got home to Ryslen. Jeyann and Seriael and T’rinn miss you something awful.”

D’no was gone so fast…

* * *

D’no! We’ve got to go to Falas! I have to fly Jeschuteth! the blue demaned, this being the only way he – or anyone – could get action from the bluerider.

D’no laughed.. “Sure, Therinth.” He said, oiling his blue flit Zilrik. “As long as you win.”

Like I could lose?

Falas Weyr

[[He lost... heh...]]

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