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 Posted: Sat Apr 06, 2013 4:35 pm
Findral was not in the best of moods. His uniform was torn and his calf was bleeding from where a jagged rock had gashed him. With blood running down his leg and a bucket full of firestone from the storage huts, the Candidate was most displeased with this turn of events.
Yes, he was an apprentice Miner but did that mean he always had to get the dirty, dusty gritty work? He hadn't chosen this profession, exactly, he'd been born into it - his parents were both miners.
So his time at Trine had been both irritating and difficult to adapt to.the much more liberal atmosphere. He wasn't even sure what to make of the new Districts and the spotty leadership of their Weyrwoman... he harumphed and pressed the torn fabric of his pants against the wound with a frown.
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Posted: Sun Apr 07, 2013 8:15 pm
Dezima pushed back the sweaty strands of hair from her face, stripping out of her riding jacket and undershirt. She had lost most of her modesty, not caring if anyone saw her with just the bindings cover her bust. It was shaffing hot out and she'd been training with her Wing! And now, it was time to slowly make their way towards either the lakes or their shared weyr. Something she was still trying to adjust to. Not the sharing part, but that it was a hut at Trine.
Not Benden.
Oooh! I see someone up ahead, Dezimine! He looks unhappy. Microth observed, cheerfully walking behind her rider.
Glancing ahead, Dezi spotted the young man the Green had seen. She was right. He did look to be in a bad mood. Though, if she had a leg that was bleeding, she'd probably be in just as bad a mood. "Hey, you! Are ya alright?" Dezi called, giving a slight wave as they approached him.
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