"Do we
have to?" There's was a frown knitted into Camriel's brow that said as clear as day how little she was looking forward to this.
Beside her, A'rell pulled Azoth's riding straps into place with a small, amused smile, and busied himself tidying up around the dragon's feet.
"Yes," he said simply, knowing his twin remained as aware as he of the obvious disadvantages they faced, coming in from outside of the weyr with no official training.
"As long as it's not another overblown egomaniac teaching us," Camriel relented with a huff, tightening Kith's straps and checking the white dragon over one more time before swinging effortlessly onto her back.
We must learn, Mine. Quickly! So nobody says you're a backwards weyrhold rider anymore, Kith put forth with a defiant huff, tail flicking left and right.
"RACE YOU TO THE LAKE!" Camriel said in evident agreement with her dragon. Kith blasted off the ground as if shot into the air, zipping away even as A'rell scrambled onto Azoth's back and the big brown heavily raised himself into the air with long, sure wingbeats.
The pair of riders touched down on the shore almost side by side, Kith's little white wings emphatically propelling all 13' of her though the air while Azoth lumbered along nearby, one wingbeat to nearly three of Kith's.
"Good morning, Sunny, Altoth!" A'rell said brightly as he swung himself down from Azoth's back. "Thanks for taking us on. I'm A'rell, Azoth. This is my sister Camriel and her Kith."
Camriel leaped lightly to the ground, dwarfed by both her brother and his burly brown. But she didn't seem to notice in the slightest as she stuck out her hand to greet Sunny. "Our experience is... well. Mostly the practical, survivalist stuff. We hunt, we fish, we work together really without thinking about it," she said. "But as for flying in formation, fighting tactics, dueling?" She shrugged. "Not so much."