Post by L'yst and Woreth on Jan 8, 2011 20:22:22 GMT -5
L'yst found himself moving among the weyrlings, checking on their dragons' care and their progress. He couldn't help but smile. They were all progressing quite well.
With a nod of his head towards the last weyrling, he headed out of the barracks and took a seat on a bench directly outside. They wouldn't have another class this day, but he wouldn't be surprised if a few of the weyrlings practiced a bit more as he'd seen them do many times over.
The newest weyrlings were already starting to take flight, even though they weren't able to fly outside the the Weyr bowl yet, but they were taking off and gliding around. It was quite a thrill to be a part of their training.
Nodding towards a drudge who brought him a cup of klah, L'yst took the mug and drank of the warm liquid.
Things had changed quite a bit over the past months. He'd met new friends, lost some others including S'ren whom he'd only just gotten close to. It still stung a bit to think of losing that friendship, but that was not something he could change now. S'ren was gone and had all but said he wouldn't return. The news of other survivors on the mainland had drawn him away. That was his choice.
Surprisingly enough, even though it had hurt at the time, L'yst had found a way to move on and was now much happier than he'd been in quite some time.
Sipping his Klah he watched the goings on in the bowl.
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With a nod of his head towards the last weyrling, he headed out of the barracks and took a seat on a bench directly outside. They wouldn't have another class this day, but he wouldn't be surprised if a few of the weyrlings practiced a bit more as he'd seen them do many times over.
The newest weyrlings were already starting to take flight, even though they weren't able to fly outside the the Weyr bowl yet, but they were taking off and gliding around. It was quite a thrill to be a part of their training.
Nodding towards a drudge who brought him a cup of klah, L'yst took the mug and drank of the warm liquid.
Things had changed quite a bit over the past months. He'd met new friends, lost some others including S'ren whom he'd only just gotten close to. It still stung a bit to think of losing that friendship, but that was not something he could change now. S'ren was gone and had all but said he wouldn't return. The news of other survivors on the mainland had drawn him away. That was his choice.
Surprisingly enough, even though it had hurt at the time, L'yst had found a way to move on and was now much happier than he'd been in quite some time.
Sipping his Klah he watched the goings on in the bowl.
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