Come and get it from me!

Deprith growled at her mischievous sibling and rose, ready to take after him. But ah! The Weyrwoman was about to speak, resulting in Deprith sitting back down and glowering at the blue with a whirling orange stare.

At least they were free to move, but the green dragoness held her seat. Nachith was over there! That brat! He was out to make a fool of her in front of HER Nachith! Instead she turned and feigned disinterest. Continue eating, J'lin. We shall get another lace.

Her words fell upon a deaf mind as J'lin stood up awkwardly, hopping until he could lean on the table's edge and slide his boot off. “Ugh! There's no way I'd be able to walk from here to the barracks with only one shoe.”

We don't need to go near that foolish Makereth! He is not worth our time. Sit down and continue eating! She stood up, pushing herself in front of him. Go on, sit down! We'll get another one.

“No way! That was my lace – you know how much trouble I went through to get that off of someone else's boot? I stole it first, fair'n'square! I won't have a chance to get another one the same way!”

Steal?! Jaylin! You should be ashamed of yourself! You should think of the other person!

“He started it.”

Don't make me finish it.

“Ooh, whatcha gonna do? Let Makereth get away with that?”

The dragoness considered. On one hand, J'lin seemed to be getting the better of her. On the other... She turned and began marching toward Makereth, head held high. MAKEREEEETH! Come back here! J'lin! I'll deal with you later, in private.

J'lin groaned. Great, just what he needed. He began walking quickly, passing Deprith in an attempt to reach the group first. “Hey! Makereth, wanna give that back to me before Deprith arrives?”

I heard that young man! Oh! Sharath and her rider have returned, J'lin. Mind your manners!