For some time Berjint had been ogling the dragons from a distance. it wasn't that he was afraid of them, nor was he afraid of the Riders. If anything, it was just the opposite. He tended to hold the full grown dragons and their Riders in the highest of respect. He was in awe of them, but this meant he generally avoided too much socializing with them, as he tended to end up tongue-tied.
he had been reflecting recently, however, about how he really should know more about being a Rider than what was taught to them in their Candidate classes. He had a thirst for knowing more, but didn't want to trouble the experienced Riders with his questions.
The perfect opportunity, however, presented itself that day in the form of a boy not much older than he, and a bronze baby. Oh, he wasn't so much a baby anymore. He was half grown, getting to a size to be reckoned with. The were near the lake's edge, with the boy feeding the dragonet hefty chunks of meat. For a time, Berjint watched with fascination, his eyes following the dragon's movements as he snapped up and gulped the food. He finally gave himself a shake and strolled closer, clearly drawn by his curiousity.
