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When she had arrived at Ista Weyr her plan had been quite elaborate and firmly set. Till her cuz had once again managed to mess up her carefully plan schedule. Now she was walking down the beach close to the Weyr trying to find where her cousin had got to. She was not in the best of moods. Really her cousin could be such a pain.

He could have lost his apprenticeship with his most recent stunt. Disappearing for two days! Two days! Rom ran her fingers though the lank short length of hair, her teeth set underneath the calm cool face. Of all the stunts he had pulled, managing to cut himself with scissors trying to trim his lashes, almost falling out of a tree, getting lost twice in the land around their home.

As if he just fell he slept in an ungraceful sprawling tangle, coppery hair rather short and shinning slightly where the sun fell on it from the shade. He had gained some color since she saw him last from olive to a darker shade. Gained quite a bit more muscle but that was to be suspected with his work. Brother always preferred the physical and creative aspects. It was planning and patience that he lacked. Shards…he looked peaceful.

“Brishen, you are lucky,” she muttered closing her eyes, “I still don’t know what to do with you.” Rom sighed. Now what to do? She stretched out on the warm sand, digging her fingers deep, settling in to take a quick nap and when her cousin woke. Well he was going to get an earful.