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Thorndike stired, then rolled to her paws. The wolf shook her fur and glanced around. A whirling blue/green eye opened as Isith reguarded her wolf-shifter rider. Thorndike turned around, and wolf features melted into thouse of a human teenager. "Good morning beauty!" She said in a jokeing cheery tone. Took you long enough to wake up Thorndike. The weyrling grumbled, lashing her tail.
Darkl, Thorndike's blue flit continued sleeping. "Someone is grumpy this morning...." Morning!?!?! It might as well be afternoon! Today we fly my rider, remember?!?! Isith hissed as she stretched her wings. "'Course I do, just gibe me a moment Isith." Thorndike replied, swiftly pulling on her shirt and pants, then stumbling about looking for her other boot. Isith grumbled then perched on their ledge. The grumpy green weyrling still lashing her tail impatiently. Finnished, Thorndike jogged down the stairs as Isith reached the class first. Ignoreing the stares from the others, Thorndike vaulted on the green's back and tightened the leather straps, flashing inocent looks. The weyrling master ignores the late pair, and continues his lecture. Blah Blah Blah. I want to fly! "Bu...." Isith cut Thorndike off, as she suddenly vaulted into the air, much to the startlment of thous around her. Thorndike grined at their faces. "Lets show'em Isith!" Oh, we are. Rider mine. Strange, you say one thing about being good, but I see another in your mind. We are born ti be diffrent! Thorndike shruged, then looked down at the beet-red face of the weyrling master, and noticed a few other riders clustering around. "Uh oh." Can say that again...
Dragoneers.... (unless you want to stick around for the lecture...)
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