I know we're different but, deep inside us, we're not that different at all...
The two brown dragons snarled as they stalked toward him, but Ciqantath wasn't looking at them. His eyes were fixed on the other bully, the large bronze weyrling. The bronze dragon snarled, his eyes glowing red, as he crept toward the frightened blue dragon.
A large rock flew by the bronze, landing beside his head. He turned, eyes suddenly whirling green-blue innocently. They watched as their riders walked toward them.
The two browns were huched behind their riders, as the bronze greeted his rider with an innocent bugle. The riders of the brown and bronze dragons glared at A'jax, who ignored him.
He ran to his tiny blue weyrling dragon, stepping over the rock he'd thrown earlier. Ciqantath creeled as his bond knelt beside him.
I'm sorry, A'jax. But they won't leave me alone! Ciqantath cried pitiously.
A'jax sighed. "You have to do something, Ciqantath. You can't just keep running away, or they'll never stop."
Ciqantath crooned unhappily. All of his clutchmates teased him, but those three were the worst. They picked on him because he was small, even for a blue. There were greens and whites bigger than him. But he was too shy and scared to do anything about it.
"C'mon." A'jax said. "The Werylingmaster will be angry if we're late."
Ciqantath hung his head, following behind his rider.
