Umm, Cernovith looked around some more, flicking his tail thoughtfully as he tried to find the grey item his brother was spying. He really couldn’t see all that much around that was grey, which made it hard, though maybe it should have made it easier. Cernovith got sidetracked by that line of thought, humming to himself and fidgeting as Sin tried to oil his joints. He was further distracted by Hispidath’s comment about N’noa, and crooned. His mate is Atranth! He’s blue. “Thank you, Cer,” Sin said, amused, and glanced apologetically at Rh’us. “We’ve been practising names.” He explained.
“Did you find the grey object,” he asked his dragon, directing Cernovith’s attention back to the game he’d completely forgotten about, and Sin smirked as he returned his attention to Rh’us. “I’m a Weyrbrat. Katilan.” Sin was proud to be Katilan, but he also k new that didn’t mean much to those that were Searched, especially those that had been dragged to Katila without any sort of choice in the matter. He eyeballed Rh’us for a moment. “Suppose you were Stolen,” he said, tone apologetic, as if he’d had any say in the matter.
Is it that rock? Cernovith suddenly crowed, springing to his feet and half trampling a startled Sin as he danced around, excited to have found a grey item that could be what his brother had been spying. “Cer! Come back here!” Sin wrangled his dragonet back onto the ground and near his lap, so he could continue oiling the wriggling baby.