They were back from yet another successful hunt, Kith zipping along left and right next to Azoth's sedate, comforting straight line. If a dragon could plod while in the air, that was what Azoth tended to do - slow and steady wins the race. The two dragons touched down side by side, the brown more than three times the size of the white, and their twin riders dismounted. A'rell climbed gently down from Azoth's back as Camriel vaulted neatly to the ground from Kith's, spinning a short knife deftly in one hand with a wicked grin on her face.

"My knife won this round again, didn't it?" She said, quirking her brow at her brother, who gave her a subtle smile and shook the hair out of his face.

"You just didn't have patience for the traps," he said, untying the two hares Camriel had caught and slinging them over his shoulder. "You never do, but if you did we'd come back with much more satisfying prey than a couple of stringy hares."

She shoved him playfully, and he pretended to double over as Azoth loomed behind them and Kith came bouncing over to nose at the hares.

"Not for you," A'rell said, gently pushing her muzzle away. "And as for you, Camriel, you'd better put that knife away before you hurt yourself."

She scoffed, ignored him, and kept playing with the knife as they passed the Candidate barracks. "And who's going to skin those hares if I put it away, hm? Maybe you can ask one of the Candidates to do it."

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