N'bil sat up, wide awake. "Crith! What are ya trying to do, you sharding dragon!?" He said, holding his head in his hands.
Waking you up. Crith answered innocently.
N'bil rolled his eyes, and glanced about for his twin. "Where's L'val and Sysith?" He asked his weyrling brown.
Dunno, probably still asleep. His brown answered him. N'bil rolled his eyes again. I'm hungry, can we go ahead and go to the feeding grounds, now? Crith asked plaintively.
"Sure." N'bil said. He followed his brown down to the feeding grounds. The brown, along with L'val's bronze, were every bit as mischeivious as their riders.
Think they'll be mad that we left without them? Crith asked him.
N'bil smirked. "Doesn't matter. We're already here, aren't we?"
Very true. Crith said mischeiviously.
N'bil grinned. He and his brother seemed to be rubbing off on their dragons.
