Sr. Weyrling

I wish to go to the hunting grounds, the brown said flatly.

T’ren threw his arms into the air. “Fine lets go. I’m sick or fighting with you so let’s get it over with.”

The brown snorted and kneeled down so that his rider could mount. Are you afraid you might meet someone new if you journey down there? Well don’t worry T’ren, I shall protect from those evil females.

T’ren crossed his arms in anger and told his dragon to take off. “Cut it out Cbarroth,” he said. “I’m not afraid of girls, I just get nervous around them, and I act like a daft wherry.”

Cbarroth sighed and landed, letting his rider off. Well do not worry. I shall solve that problem soon enough, he commented as he took to the air again, flying low over the scattering herd.

The weyrling grabbed a beast in his claws and flew laboriously to a clean ledge so that he could eat in peace. However, as soon as he landed a medium sized green landed a few feet from him. He snorted and turned his back on her, not interested in talking at the moment. I only wish to talk, the green said.

And I only wish to eat, Cbarroth replied.

The green was silent for awhile and the brown began to think that maybe she would leave but halfway through his meal she said, I’m Kieanth, who are you?

The brown sighed but knew it was hopeless. I’m Cbarroth, now can I eat? I will be willing to talk when I am finished.

The green shifted her weight and said, Cbarroth, that’s a pretty name. Do you think mine is pretty?

Cbarroth sighed heavily and turned around to face her. I’m sorry but I’d really like to eat in peace. As I said before, I’ll be willing to talk after my stomach is filled.

Kieanth preened herself and then looked at him. You know what? I’m almost done with weyrling training, how about you?

Cbarroth rumbled and dove off of the ledge, flying towards the herd again.

Having problems? T’ren asked when Cbarroth had landed again, this time far away from the talkative green.

Yes, I have, as you’ve most likely noticed. T’ren, she would not let me eat in peace. If all greens are like then I am not to mate with them, a dragon would have to be crazy to want to spend the rest of their life with one of those.

T’ren shook his head, laughing. I don’t think that they are all like that, thank the heavens. However, as you’ve noticed, a few do end up that way. But I don’t care if you fly gold, green or rare, fore it’s up to you. I only go along for the ride as they say.

Cbarroth snorted mentally and then was silent. T’ren knew he was eating and looked around him for someone to talk to, as Cbarroth gets grumpy when his meal is disturbed.

However, there was only a young female sitting on the grass. No doubt she was the rider of the talkative green and he didn’t want to get involved in that. He bent down and then sat on the grass, getting ready to stretch out for at least an hour. Cbarroth, unlike most browns tended to be a slow eater, which was good at times.

T’ren was just closing his eyes when his dragon said, Do not go to sleep T’ren. I am almost ready to go. T’ren sighed and stood back up, stretching his arms above him.

Cbarroth finished what was left of the beast and then hopped down to his rider. “You ready?” T’ren asked.

Cbarroth warbled and he mounted when the brown kneeled down. Since I have just eaten, I think I will take a nap when we reach the weyr, is that alright with you? The weyrling asked as he took off.

“Yeah that’s fine. In fact, I think I’m going to do the exact same thing.” Cbarroth warbled again and then took off for the weyr.