I don't wana drill anymore! Farandarth whined to Chase as they stood besides Ranamarth and Trailer. Chase looked down at the white. "Stareing at the back of your head as my legs turn to stone is not my idea of fun either." The young dragoner hissed, ignoring C'leb as he continued to lecture on the correct way to do such and such a task. Whats wrong with the back of my head? Fara' questioned, turning one jeweled eye on his rider.

Don't you ever shut up Fara'? You've gotten us in trouble enough as it is. Ranamarth snaped at his twin. Trailer snickered. "Your the one that insulted D'mar's brown, dragon of my heart." The second werewolf twin remarked, thumping Ranamarth's shoulder afectionitly.

Don't think we can't hear you C'leb's Saigth bespoke both juvinial whites. Ranamarth and Farandarth bowed their heads with sorrowful looks on their faces, as Chase and Trailer managed to look apologetic. But as soon as the teacher's back was turned, both white promptly stuck out their tounges at the brown as their wolfish riders exchanged looks of amusment.
They could be a good team, if they wanted to be....