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It had been a long day of drilling. Wing practice had been taxing enough with the aerial and formation practice – coordinating the tons of flesh to fly seamlessly in tight coordination without crashing into one another was nothing to dismiss – but afterwards V’al hadn’t been satisfied to take the evening off and relax. Instead, he’d asked Lerath if he thought he could belch fire farther than his own length. The blue, though somewhat wearied, had never been able to stand an unanswered question and the pair had drilled with firestone separately until the sun had begun to drift toward the horizon. Stinking of the acrid smell, V’al had unsaddled his bonded and left the blue to go for a swim in the lake while he went to change. The smell still clung – though thinly – to his hair and skin, but he didn’t plan on sidling up to anyone at this late hour. Still, his body still craved something to do, and it wasn’t long before he found his feet wandering and leading him to the dining hall. With dinner over, there were only a people having late meals and snack, as well as few riders and weyr workers still malingering at the end of a table, speaking in bawdy tones that made V’al eye the cups in their hands. Quietly, he picked up a roll left to stand for the night and bit into it thoughtfully while glancing over the room for a familiar face. Well, no, not familiar, for he recognized a few, but he hoped to find one worth talking to until his the desire for sleep came to him.