H'rad and Gaseth
"H'rad!" Junior Weyrwoman Irnaish called as she entered his weyr, "Are you in here?" "Yes, come on back!" a distant voice carried
from the back of the cavern. Carefully balancing the glow
basket and her package, Irnaish walked through the
corridor to the large cavern. There in the middle of the
room was the young bronze weyrling dragon being oiled by
his dutiful rider. Gaseth Gaseth was enjoying the treatment so much, his eyes could barely stay open and he was relaxed so that he was spralled out all over the place. "Well, Irnaish, what do you think?" H'rad asked the amused woman. "I think," she began choosing her words carefully, "you've done an excellent job for a pair that's late for practice." Disbelief filled his face as he ran to the entrance and then back. "I had no idea, we just, um ... breakfast, and then a bath, and then ... the oiling..." H'rad tried to explain. Irnaish's giggle stopped the rambling as she held out the long package towards H'rad. Lateness forgotten, he tore at the wrapping eager for what he knew was inside. Within seconds, he was holding a perfectly cast steel bow exactly like his carving. "It's beautiful!" he exclaimed as he tested the string. "Glad you approve," Irnaish replied. "Now, as I cast it in my spare time, you might want to try it out in your spare time - after practice." "Oh, yes, right," Harad said absently as he placed it gently on a small table and began gathering his riding gear. Read more about H'rad and Gaseth
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