Oianth! Come out of there or we'll be late to our lessons! Gisoa rolled up her trousers a little further and waded into the water. Come on! We haven't got all day!

I don't much feel like ending my bath, Oianth replied lazily, sitting up and letting the water run down her sides. Besides, I don't want to go to lessons.

Nobody does, but we have to if we want to learn how to fight Thread, Gisoa insisted.

Any dragon knows how to do that, Oianth reminded her rider. It's what we're made to do. We don't need anyone to teach us.

You don't know any more about fighting Thread than I do about being a smithcrafter, Gisoa scoffed. We're already late and now I'm going to have to go change before lessons.

That's your own fault, Oianth shrugged and went back underwater. And I already told you. I'm not going to lessons today.

Gisoa wrung out her hair and then flipped it up into a wet runner-tail. Fine. Don't go. But I think you'll regret choosing your bath today when we're last for First Flights.

Oianth snorted but finally began walking towards shore. All right, all right, I'm coming. But these lessons had better be worth missing my bath.