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Post by shadowreine on Jun 5, 2011 12:26:27 GMT -5
In the middle of the night, the infirmary was normally very quiet. In fact, at this time, it was mostly empty. The day's patients had consisted entirely of a pair of weyrbrats who fell while climbing in the bowl and earned themselves a pair of sprained ankles.
Now...it was not very quiet at all. Likely it was fortunate nobody in there was trying to sleep, because somebody was screaming at the top of very small lungs.
"Let him feed," the healer on duty suggested. "They do this."
Meanwhile, Dawn appeared in Bamre's Weyr, chittering her head off and sending images of assorted hatchlings to Purth...being an overexcited gold firelizard, they varied in species. Silly thing...
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