What's *with* my dragon? (open)

[shadowreine]

Tirlynna shook her head. "You know what? I think I want to be alone right now."

She strode over to her dragon, who was already harnessed for drills, and was on her neck in moments. The motley-colored beast was airborne in moments.

She had to leave, before she said anything else to Maylina or Bamre. Irritation flowed through her. Bamre was her lover, her weyrmate, but somehow she knew he could not fulfil this itch within her right now. And Maylina...Maylina was a rival for her..

"Oh Shards. You *are* proddy, aren't you."

There was no answer from Reinth.

[Bookworm]

Despite her stubbornness, Maylina took a step back when Purth confronted her. How could she not? Purth was small for a dragon, but that still made him big compared to a human. Still, she refused to apologize. "I have nothing to apologize for, White, and neither does my dragon," she snarled. Even though Purth was threatening her, she also believed the White would never really attack a person. Shaking her head, she turned to Bamre. "I think that's clear, Bamre. Just don't let Purth's outspokenness lead to problems for the whole Weyr," she warned.