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Post by pilan on Dec 10, 2006 11:00:18 GMT -5
This was a different kind of chore. Cleaning out the newly vacated Weyrling barracks to have them ready for the next group of weyrlings. It was enough to make you as nervous about the hatching as it was possible to get! The other candidates felt it too, he could tell. They were more quiet then usual, and they all seemed to want to do a good job. Usually there was at least one slacker in each chore, someone who hated the chore or were just tired or whatever.
Pilan was having fun, occasionally finding something forgotten in the rush to move to their own weyrs. Pilan daydreamed about living in here with his drgon as he methodically swept and wiped each area. He knew he was probably going to have a blue, if any dragon was going to choose him, but he could dream at least for now about one of the bigger dragons. In your dreams you didn't have to worry if you could actually do all the work that came with a higher ranked dragon, you could just think about the privileges and respect you'd get. It was almost as good as daydreaming about a certain annoying female who'd pushed you into ice cold water actually chasing after you and liking you...
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