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| Jesca walked away from the hatching excited. True part of her was tired, but it was more of a projection of her hatchlings feelings than hers. She looked down at Leineth, and hurried to her weyr. She wanted to get the little green somewhere comfortable before she fell asleep on her feet. | ||||||||||
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