I can! Don't you think I deserve to?
C'liff smiled to himself, and patted the blue on the shoulder. "You do, Triym. We did good, didn't we?"
He thought back, to the hours before. Unbeknownst to the weyr, as the weyrlings were training, Thread had begun to fall nearby! The call went out almost immediately, and Aneris' weyrlings met the challenge! Though they were not fully stocked with firestone, the weyrlings braved the Thread and hopped back and forth between, to save the cotholds in danger!
Triymyth then belched up a bit more firestone and finally settled in to gorge himself with a congratulatory meal. C'liff wished that he could join in, he was awfully hungry from their --
"Hey! Come on! There's a feast being made, we're the guests!" Teba shouted as she ran down the hall. Her green Murath had been eager just like Triym, to fight. They were both thankful that there were few injuries.
C'liff got up, told Triym that he'd be back.
I will be asleep! This meal and our thread fighting have both made me so tired...
"Sleep, dear friend," C'liff said, "you deserve it!"
"Hah, I knew we'd be there together," he muttered to himself. "The Hunters wing, at the Protectorate," he explained to someone. "And Teba and I are both on this request. She's nowhere to be found, you notice that?"
The others laughed, and C'liff went off to find his dragon.
He was waiting in the weyr, crouched and prepared for takeoff already.
Well? Well? Are we going!?
"Of course we are, Try, we're already there, practically!"
