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Post by Maykat on Dec 4, 2010 15:04:54 GMT -5
Batavia’s face was streaked with sweat and tears, but she smiled from ear to ear as she fed Hearth. The little brown snapped up pieces of meat as fast as she could drop them to him. Hefty sat on her shoulder, indignant that the other brown was eating while he wasn’t. He chittered and whined until Batavia handed up a small blob of fat, then Hefty was content to fly around her head with his prize. As Hearth slowed down she was finally able to tear her eyes away from him and look around at the other weyrlings. She was surprised to see Mikovren leading a green off the sands. He had been so adamant about not Impressing.
She pushed straggling hair out of her face with one bloody hand, leaving streaks across her cheek before waving to the boy. “Miko! What happened?” Later she’d worry about leaving S’lain in the lurch while two of his journeymen were taken by weyrling training, and later she’d worry about falling behind in her healer training while a weyrling. But for now she was just excited to have Impressed, and excited for everyone else in the class. Hearth knocked against her legs, demanding more food. “Here you go,” Batavia whispered, dropping another gobbet of meat into the brown’s waiting jaws.
“She’s a good looking green,” she said, looking Seriath over with a critical eye. “Which egg did she come out of?”
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