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T'ane and Fulcioth
While cleaning out the weyrling barracks one last time, T'ane came across a relic of theirs, a thin cord belonging to his brother.

"Sha'e, you lost this ages ago! Look where it was!" T'ane held it up. His brother smiled and grasped it.

"It's been a long time. It'll still fit." He put it around his neck and sure enough it did still fit.

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"That is a little necklace that I had when you were hatched. Do you remember, Fulcioth?"

No, but I believe you. Everything you say reminds me of something.

Like sleep!

At least everything isn't about food!

"Quiet, you two! You'll wake the whole Wing!" Called out Sha'e as they laughed.
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"Can they possibly argue over anything more?" T'ane sighed. He and Sha'e rested while watching the blue and brown go back and forth about something. They thought it might be about fish this time.

"I do not think so, brother of mine." Sha'e said.

T'ane smiled. "Well, at least they won't be going after the same mates..."

"Who says? Browns catch more greens." Sha'e said, half offhand. Half, serious.

"I beg to differ! Blues catch most of them." T'ane countered.

Soon, the dragons were watching their riders argue, quite the switch!
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