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Post by ShadowReine on Aug 18, 2008 11:20:07 GMT -5
B'can was worried.
Sort of.
Wuith had come so close to flying Nayarath. A tanrider had come within a forearm's length of the weyrleadership.
He had thought Apolloth not being bronze would spare him the risk of ending up with that responsibility. Of course, Apolloth was capable of flying a queen. But the senior?
B'can shook his head. He didn't want to be Weyrleader. Maybe a wingleader. The problem was.
Apolloth did.
He would chase the senior, he would put his all into it and... "What do I do?"
You are my rider, and you can do anything.
"Arrogant," he teased his dragon. "Of course, with looks like yours..."
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