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Date Posted: 22:55:11 12/14/01 Fri
Author: Wessae
Subject: Wessae's story continued...

"Yeah, 'cept dad wanted to pull up stakes and move north. We'll be leaving Weyr country any day.." Mylak answered, looking curiously at his little sister.

"Rytor went to the Weyrs, didn't he, Mylak?" She asked, the excitement creeping steadily into her voice. She clutched at the heavy cart for support and was stuck with a splinter, Absently prying at the pad of her finger, she trilled at the work roughened older boy.

"Sae, don't be goin' there. You don't know anyone there, and you're always one to start things. Seventeen turns is no age to strike for it!" But his voice held no conviction, the gilr thought triumphantly. She raced into the house and crammed all her belongings into a small wher-hide and canvas sack, sweeping her dark fall of mocha curls into obedience at the nape of her neck.

"But it's like the plays, Mylak! Like everything we always dreamed of! Watching the herdbeasts go to feed dragons! Dragons that could be ours! I want one!" Fairly cream skinned, a flush seeps into the smooth cheeks and the slender girl leaps excitedly. Her winter orchid eyes hold a dawning light, the soft glow of new and freshly wonderful knowledge. "Tell papa I'll send word from the Weyr, Impression or no!" She called, her boots already heading her down the path from the herdbeast lodge and towards her future. Casting one glance back, she saw Mylak standing with a puzzled smirk on his face, rubbing the back of his neck. Chortling, she turned and positively sprinted towards Igen, laughter in her eyes.

(And there you have it! I don't like leaving things unfinished, is all....)

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