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Bonding. That’s what they’d called it. Running around like fool wherries through a maze, more like. Cadereth was fine working with his rider, but could have done without other dragonets blundering into him. He’d hissed, snapped, flared his wings, whatever it took to send them packing in another direction. And he’d enjoyed every moment of terrorizing them—especially that patronizing blue who’d tried to talk him down into some sort of apology. He’d simply bowled the smaller male right over onto his back and walked away, laughing at the blue’s sputtering objections and his rider’s yelp of alarm. When K’rou, prompted by one of the assistant Weyrlingmasters, tried to explain why he shouldn’t have done that, Cadereth just looked at him with eyes half-lidded, paws contentedly kneading the snow beneath them. As far as the bronze was concerned, his rider was just going through the required motions.

As far as K’rou was concerned, this was just pointless. Cadereth was merely establishing dominance, and doing it in a way that hurt no one. He was familiar with the way some people cried about their feelings being hurt, though. As if they were all still children, expecting everyone else to play fair. In his experience, life was decidedly unfair. With an internal eye roll, he switched on his Gather-face and apologized for his awful dragon. That seemed to satisfy everyone concerned, and he and Cadereth were released to go to their next assignment.

The bronze, head held high as usual, turned toward another bronze. Of course, cousin. To his rider: K’rou, let’s walk with Alquemieth and his. They should certainly be better company than the sad majority of our siblings.

They’d had enough conversations by now that K’rou mostly understood Cadereth’s opinions regarding his clutchmates, though it still felt almost alien in a way. The man was unable to comprehend how the dragon was able to separate himself from his own flesh and blood—ichor?—so easily. Not after he’d fought so hard and so long to reunite his own family, and… well… he’d failed at that, really. Until Cadereth had arrived, the future was looking mediocre at best.

He glanced to the side, a wry comment about that last on the tip of his tongue, but no one was there. That was… different. It made him feel a bit off-balance.

Running tapered fingers through his hair, the familiar motion acting as a sort of mental reset, he went with Cadereth toward the other pair.