The boy could be a problem, Ari knew. Haraket had warned him thusly, but the serf was already here. Young Vetch would have to earn his place in the pens or return to the pig of a potter. Seeing him with Kashet, Ari did not expect Vetch would be returned. Ari knew the look in that boy’s eyes, had seen in on his own face in a mirror more than once.
Vetch was dragon-mad already, lost to the wildness and the beauty of the beasts. In time, Vetch may grow to love every dragon here.
Just as Ari already does.