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Post by hrsegrl on Aug 17, 2007 22:01:51 GMT -5
Quiet, something not often found in the bustle of the Barracks, had befallen in the night. The sun was just about to rise and unlike many, T'lar was up before its rising. He had never gotten used to being able to sleep a bit longer. The younger men in the bunks around him sleeping seemed much more innocent and sweet than they were in person. Many of them were a handful. It wasn't a suprise to him that training this bunch was beginning to wear on their Weyrlingmaster. Irath was amused by it all and so was T'lar.
He found himself quite happy as a Weyrling, despite his age. Irath was his life and he could not recall how he ever got along without him. Lessons so far weren't as bad as he heard they could be. It helped that the Weyrlingmaster and his assistant were good looking men. It made paying attention that much easier. T'lar was sadly informed of their heterosexual tendencies still he figured it couldn't hurt just to look at them.
The blue was an early riser, like his rider so it would not be long before the dragon was up too. He stood up and stretched his arms. He decided he had better change now before anyone woke up. It was a mess in here when the others were awake. The man was half naked when he heard a crashing noise. "What in the name of Faranth's egg..."
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