R'dian
Kaieth, you can't avoid your lessons by staying in the water, R'dian chided his dragon, who crouched so that only his eyes and a bit of his head were visisble above the water.

Kaieth snorted, sending bubbles through the water. Watch me. I am sick and tired of that cranky old weyrlingmaster.

He's not cranky or old, R'dian corrected, just strict. And he has to be, or many of your clutchmates wouldn't be alive with all the stupid things they'd try if he wasn't here to tell us what not to do.

Kaieth sat up and shook his wings off, the water running off his cream hide in little streams. I wouldn't have tried anything stupid.

You would have, and you know it. You would have tried to go between and lost us there if the weyrlingmaster hadn't told us not to, R'dian scoffed.

I would never do anything to put you in danger, Kaieth assured him in a solemn tone which barely hid the fact that the dragon was a little hurt R'dian would think otherwise.

I don't mean that you would, R'dian assured him hastily. It's just that I'm not sure if I'd recognize that whatever we were doing was dangerous in time to stop it.

Kaieth chuckled and walked towards his rider, resting his wet neck on R'dian's shoulder for an eyeridge scratch. That's what you have me for.