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 Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 5:47 pm
"Me too. Atypical or not, it shouldn't matter when the Thread starts to fall. Those junior weyrlings are going to have their work cut out for them. Anyway, I better start my patrol."
Lukask rolled onto his stomach and looked to his handler with an eager growl.
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 6:28 pm
Lukask wasn’t the only one with ears, and Zhask whipped her head around and gave a dissatisfied hiss.
Zhac laughed and shook his head. “Not us.” He sent the thought of home, of Zhask’s wallow, and in response the gold gave a more pleased rumble. She gave her bronze friend a gentle pawing and croon of farewell and shifted, drawing up her heavy frame. “I guess they know what they’re about. I’ll see you later.”
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