T'att was not happy with Klaera at the moment, nor with A'non for that matter. "I couldn't help who she caught first, I'm not exactly in a state of mind to negotiate when she's rising!" she yelled at him. "She went after Goliath next anyway, and he got to sire a clutch with a gold!" T'att still sniffed, eyeing A'non out of the corner of his eye. "Well, at least his puny beast didn't catch Tiy', that clutch wouldn't've made it out of their eggs." and he jerked a thumb in the grumbling man's direction. "Yeah? Well your great blue lump didn't sire any bird-marked hatchlings, did he?" And A'non smirked and crossed his arms across his chest as if this settled things.

Meanwhile outside, the three dragons were lying together in the sun, Tiyranelth between the massive Goliath and small Frosth. She, like her rider, rolled her eyes at the posturing males, who needed no words to brag. "I hate you, you fat fool!" T'att shouted at A'non, "Your tiny beast would never beat Goliath out in a flight!" "And I hate you, you walking twig! Frosth would fly circles around your brick of a dragon!" Crossing her arms across her chest now, Klaera rolled her eyes again and muttered, "And I'm not terribly fond of either of you right now."

I have an idea, if you four are quite through having your pissing contest. Tiyranelth interrupted. Go on... Goliath crooned to his mate, ever eager to please her. You two go sign up for the same flight, and if you both can beat out the competition you'll have your contest. Whoever catches her is the better male. Goliath instantly balked, You would have me mate with another dragon? The green rose and glared at the giant blue. I'm not letting you two continue to argue while you wait for me to rise again, it would drive us mad! She was speaking in referance to her rider, who nodded fiercely.

I'll not hold it against you Goliath, go find a female to chase. I'll be here when you get back. T'att turned to Klaera and took her by the shoulders. "Are you sure about this?" A'non made faces behind his back, sore that Frosth hadn't even gotten a second glance from the green. "I'm very sure, let's hope this settles it for good now." she said, brushing away and walking to the ledge where Tiyranelth landed. A'non nodded, "Fine, we'll chase a female at the same time, and when Frosth wins..." he glared at T'att, "we'll know who the better dragon is, agreed?" A'non stuck his hand out for T'att to shake. "Not agreed. Goliath and I will be staying here, there is a gold named Linaeth accepting blues and since Goliath is such a large blue..." Klaera rolled her eyes again and groaned at T'att's accent of "large". "...I believe his talents will be better put to use here."

A'non scowled. "Fine! Frosth and I will chase elsewhere, but mark my words...we will find a way to prove ourselves to you!" He turned and slammed out of the weyr while T'att went the opposite direction, to Goliath.