Post by friar on Feb 14, 2009 0:19:44 GMT -5
J'reth did not often ask his wing-crippled bronze to deliver messages, and maybe that was a good thing. Anyone watching him circle the Weyr would notice that he was having trouble carrying the rolled up scrap of hide.
His left wing wouldn't fully extend, which made him list to that side with every stroke. A particularly fierce buffet of wind knocked him from his flight path, and nearly sent him into a sprial towards the unforgiving earth.
Aat this rate, he'd never find Pet!