| Morning Star Weyr |
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| J'men's brown Tyranith did a loop in the air as J'men shouted. "This is great!" J'men exclaimed, the wind rushing through his hair. I thought you'd like it, Tyranith said as he came in for a landing. "Why aren't you flying, P'lin?" J'men called to his brother as he removed the riding helmet. "I don't really feel like it," P'lin said. "Why not? It's not like it's going to kill you," J'men sighed. Just then, a green betweened overhead. J'men covered his ears as the weyr's dragon cried in morning. "It's not going to kill me, huh?" P'lin sighed. J'men half smiled and shrugged. It's not like he could have predicted that. Continue... |