Raev looked over at the dozing dragon at the mention of his name. Part of her was envious that he was content to let his rider talk and not interrupt. Rask would never make it this long in a conversation without butting in.
"It'll be eight turns this year," Raev replied, turning her attention back towards Amaata. "She been mine since she hatched." There was the slimmest hint of warmth in her voice. Rask was annoying, much too energetic, and a constant pain in her rear end, but she was Raev's, through and through. Besides, it was much easier to think fondly of her when she was still sleeping and not getting her snout into trouble.
Raev scoffed, all the tenderness quickly gone from her tone. "Faranth, you would not believe the stories I could tell you about what I've seen. It's like these people don't even tend to their duties! Just last week, I hear a commotion outside my weyr, this young handler and his wher had spilled paint everywhere! The walls, the floors, even on the ceiling!" She gestured with her arms to help illustrate the scene and her disbelief. "The kid felt bad about it, but I've never seen that sort of mess before."