Zhay nodded and muttered to himself as the girl with the brown little dragon got into position. Nice. Nice. Picture for boys. Picture for girls. The sun was beating down and making him sweaty. Not that he cared, Zhay would suffer for his art. His amber eyes saw the girls without really seeing them. Girls were weird.
"Nice. Nice. Good job. No move, I draw fast. Then can go do what you will. Dragon, little dragon so pretty. Good to draw. Thanks for not moving." He called out from over his pad. "Strong bones, green dragon rider. Good posture."
Yes, that was a compliment from Zhaylan to an actual person. Amazing what being in the Weyr had done for his manners. One day, he might actually be considered social!
