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"Not a problem," L'mur said, a hint of laughter in his tone. "They've all been the same way." He indicated the dark green hatchling lying prone across his legs. "And this is Saranth." He stroked the soft hide of her neck and back, watching the movement of her breathing.

Laneth rumbled happily, nuzzling into Datiath as she lidded her eyes, relaxing to drift off to sleep. Kirana smiled at the three boys, chuckling as she relaxed back against her cot, yawning. "You boys talk. I'll just sit here and listen. I'm getting rather sleepy, after all."

L'mur stifled a snort, hoping Laneth wouldn't get too squished. "My father raises herdbeasts, and has some skill with tanning, and my brother Jemmun is a journeyman tanner. So no, I'm not terribly squeamish." He made a face, remembering his younger years and having to help his father neuter runnerbeasts.

"I'll second that 'tired but exciting' sentiment."

"Ahh, herdbeasts." J'riar was already nodding in understanding; he always managed to duck out of earshot whenever some creature needed to be neutered and such. That was the worst part of his work...suppressing a yawn as well, hazel eyes flicked to N'tren.

"Craft. Herdcraft; used to drive flocks up for the dragons, though I had never seen one before." J'riar wasn't afraid to admit that, rubbing Natroth's neck and scratching between the ridges. The blue had already dozed off again, J'riar noted affectionately.

"What about you two?"

"Also the third son, from a hold up North. Went off to the Harper Hall and was searched for the last Hatching. Didn't Impress then, obviously, but I stuck around, so.." L'mur shrugged cheerily. "Here I am!" Cracking his back, he shifted Saranth off his legs, which were starting to tingle from the lack of circulation.

"Good idea, N'tren, before my legs plain fall off." L'mur staggered upright and grabbed a blanket off a nearby cot. He wadded it up into a makeshift pillow/replacement for his lap and tucked it under Saranth's chin. The little green barely stirred.

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N'tren made his way quietly to the door the others behind him. Putting his hand in his pocket, he pulled out several farmer and weaver marks. Grinning, he turned his nose to the feast and fair going on. "I say we wander happily while we are the celebrated guests because each day after this will be work until we fly. And I know I won't be able to fly for at least two turns."

Winking, the youth bounded out in front of the group. "You learn the most interesting things when everyone thinks you are a kitchen drudge."

It was a rare quiet moment in the day for Remia and Trith, at the end of the long day of training and chores. Trith was curled up in a ball, her head resting on Remia's stretched out legs. Remia was giving the small dragon's eye ridges a good rub, and the green seemed already about halfway to dreamland, the tip of her tail twitching idly.

Ah, love, my life has changed so much since you entered into it... the biggest change, of course, was always having someone giving commentary in your head. For all Remia was easy-going and willing to be led by what others wanted to do, Trith was much more stubborn.

The next biggest change was the business of Remia's schedule. She thought she'd been busy before, as a candidate... but it was nothing to the round of classes, chores, and the task of feeding and bathing an ever-growing dragon. She hardly had any time for her embroidery... and most of that time was at night, when it was to dark to see properly.

One thing that hadn't changed was that she hadn't really made any new friends among the weyrlings. oh, they were all nice enough, but she only seemed to see them during classes. Maybe I should wander down to the hall, see who's telling stories, and find some of these weyrmates of mine... she thought, and looked down to see Trith fast asleep.

A quick transfer of a cushion under the wedge-shaped head and a reassuring thought later, and Remia was on her way down to the hall, for the last bit of time she had before it was time for her to follow the young dragon into sleep.

It was the end of a long day. Remia dragged herself into the female barracks and over to her bunk, being careful not to disturb anyone else's activities.

She'd spent the day first taking care of her dragon, then in classes and chores, and more classes... then dinner, and finally, finally, some free time.

Well. Sort of free time. Now she had to work on her projects for the Weaver Hall. She wasn't allowed to slack on that, not even now that she'd Impressed.

If only I could have finished my apprenticeship first... she thought, but quickly squelched it. If she'd finished her apprenticeship first, she wouldn't have met Trith, and Remia would give that up for nothing.

She reached out mentally for the little green, having found a little success in that area over the last couple of weeks. The dragonet was asleep, comfortable and happy. Remia smiled, and sat down on her bed, removing her shoes and shoving them under the bed to keep them out of the way.

She leaned over onto her stomach, reaching for the leather clasp on the trunk at the foot of the bed and pulling it open. She removed the bag of sewing implements, and nodded as she found everything in order, and let the trunk shut again, carefully.

I'm almost done with the ground... I'll have to design the dragons before I go any further... she thought as she looked over the length of fabric carefully. It was as long as her arms could reach in length, and almost a single armslength wide. There was little decoration on the sky blue linen now, except for the needlepoint that made up the grassy mountainside on either end. She intended to have dragons-- one of each color-- all along the middle, with clouds...

It will take months... she sighed, but as a senior apprentice, she knew her graduating project had to be ambitious. And she wanted to gift it to Ephia when she was done... if it were accepted.

One end will have to have Ariath, but on the other... I can't put Tallith anymore, and I don't think Ephia would be particularly pleased if I put Enelth there. She sighed. Well, she'd figure that out when she came to it. For now, she got her needle and thread out, and began to work in the evening light by the window.