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Post by shadowreine on Jul 25, 2010 15:44:25 GMT -5
J'tor could no longer stand to be around the Weyr.
At least he was at little risk of ending up the next Weyrleader. Bonjouth was a fine specimen of a brown, but browns only flew senior queens if there was a serious shortage of quality bronzes. He was simply not large enough.
Besides, browns did not become Weyrleader. It did not happen. However, the way things were going, they might give him a wing.
He did not want a wing. He just wanted to be a brownrider, supportive, stoic and solid.
He did not want...He wanted Kelyna to be alive. He wanted C'lyn to not be hiding in his weyr plotting despair or revenge. He...did not know what he wanted.
He picked up a pebble and tried to skim it into the ocean, but the wavelets were too big, the stone sinking as soon as it touched the choppy water. "Can't even do that," he grumbled to himself.
Too much tension. And it was not going to go away any time soon.
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