I would not mind coming with you... so long as you don't sing while we hunt. You'd scare the prey. Chatroth's eyes whirled in amusement. Evaine twitched her head to the side, looking at her Black dragon affectionately.
Making a friend? I am merely tolerating her for your sake. Whatever you say, love.
Orabel's fingers brushed her thighs as she scooped Teel back up into her arms, and the small motion sent Evaine's head swinging to the side, a smile crawling across her face. "What? I'd - I'd like that, actually! And I could use a snack myself."
And without further ado, she leapt to her feet, gave Chartorth an affectionate kiss on the head, and declared herself the leader of the walk back to the Weyr - where she and Orabel proceeded to talk for several more hours.