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Post by Echo on Oct 22, 2008 13:46:30 GMT -8
Despite the fact he was virtually alone at Crystal Waters these days, W'can did all right. He still had his dragon and that was all that mattered. They had food and his blue wasn't so old he couldn't hunt for them both if they needed more. True, the supplies in the Kitchens were dwindling but there were some young people here and there to work on that. Though it was very disconcerting having the Weyr so empty, the old dragonrider figured as long as his Candoth was still alive they would do fine.
Speaking of the old dragon... he was passed out in the middle of the Weyrbowl, sprawled out with his hind legs crossed and his head resting on a boulder. Somehow it was comfortable. Probably because the sun sapped all his energy and left him laying on the ground in a lump. He was snorting rather loudly, but it comforted his rider, told him the blue was still alive.
Of course thinking Caldonth was going to die anytime soon was silly, he would live as long as W'can did. The old man closed his eyes too, resting his head against his dragon's flank as he listedn to the wind whistling through the mostly empty weyrs. Dull as his hearing was, he couldn't hear the others but he knew there were still a few left.
Where the rest were was a mystery...
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