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Date Posted: 22:15:02 12/15/01 Sat
Author: Viouth and T'yin
Subject: A sated, exhausted green soars in, wing muscles sore from over-use.

She lands gracefully all the same, and takes an empty weyr and dragon-couch as her own. Coiling her length up, Viouth slips into a deep, and much-needed, sleep.

Several minutes later, her rider arrives. Try as he did, he couldn't keep up with his dragon. Staggering, he dashes tears from his blue eyes, having relived the past few months yet again on the run here. "I couldn't help it!" he shouts to no one, trembling fingers clenching into fists at his side, the knowledge that he wouldn't wake his green reassuring him. "I was sick! I could've died! She stayed with me!" He continues yelling, as though by pure volume he could chase the nightmare from his head. "It's not my fault! I couldn't take care of her, I was sick! I almost died!" The greenrider crashes down, sobbing now, head pulled to his knees and shoulders shaking. "But I still should've known better, should've left before that storm, I wouldn't've gotten sick, she wouldn't've been neglected..." T'yin whispers in a shaky voice, rocking back and forth, tears flowing freely down his dirty cheeks. Trembling with exhaustion, hunger, and guilt, for a long moment the rider of 17 Turns doesn't move, sitting in the middle of the Barracks, just rocking and rocking, head down and blue eyes staring at filthy wherhide blankly.

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