34. Weyrlings are Rampant
She didn't like young ones, the old Green decided as she watched the new Weyrlings scamper around, flapping their wings as they chased their riders. They were loud, and noisy, and troublesome, always getting into things when they shouldn't. She grumbled as she stretched herself out in the sun some more.
She was drifting off to sleep, when she felt a nudge at one of her feet. She opened a jeweled eye, glancing around. There, a small Blue Weyrling was perched, nudging a fish that he had caught closer to her. His eyes whirled happily as he looked up at the old female. She regarded him shrewdly before snapping up the fish. She sent him a nod of thanks and watched as he scrambled off to find his rider.
Yes, she really didn't like the young ones, she thought as she repressed an inner chuckle.