Being assigned to T'pan's wing had not been ideal for Jasrai at first. He and S'bir had always struck her as useless muscleheads, and the idea of being obligated to take orders from them rankled, though not as much as it frustrated Roseth to be subject to Angath and Worveroth. The prideful green was thoroughly convinced that neither the bronze nor the brown had enough brains singly or as a pair to compete with the stupidest of Jasrai's firelizards. Privately, Jasrai vacillated between agreeing with her dragon and thinking that maybe her assessment was a bit harsh.

You only say that because you like to look at their riders when they're topless, Roseth always argued when Jasrai disagreed.

Practice had gone well that day, and so Jasrai was feeling charitably toward her wingleader and wingsecond. Thus her response to her dragon was phrased in terms of non-confrontational disagreement as she oiled her hide in the sun. "As far as I know, looking good without clothing is not a requirement for leadership, nor is it a quality dragons look for in riders. They have other redeeming qualities."

Name two, Roseth challenged her rider as she shifted to allow her easier access to the skin around the base of her left wing.

"Each or combined?"

Jasrai's seven firelizards were fluttering around or sunning themselves, apparently ignorant of the conversation taking place between girl and dragon. Only the two oldest, bronze Flynx and green Sati, reacted at all, and their minimal reaction was to whistle with amusement at Jasrai's mental indecision when it came to her direct superiors. She didn't like them on a personal level, but she didn't dislike them either. They were just, there. And fun to look at.