F'sey did not say anything. In fact, he did not even take the flask of alcohol he'd just requested. Squinting, he gazed up at the hole.
"I am not a Weyrlingmaster." He wiped at his dirty face. So they wouldn't die, after all. And yet, F'sey just didn't have it in him to holler to who'd ever broken through the layer of rocks. He didn't care. Bringing all that up with J'aro, he didn't care. It was over, at least.
Ialluth.
The green dragon announced instead, bugling as she made her way to the hole above her riders head.
They will come for you!
Dragonriders of Pern: A B/C Shop
An advanced Pern RP centered in a B/C shop.
