Arrival at Xanta -- Xanta Weyr Bowl

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Date Posted: 18:36:17 04/13/02 Sat
Author: Tyrus
Author Host/IP: 67.25.200.44
Subject: Arrival at Xanta

He walked into the huge Weyr Bowl and looked up at the towering walls that encircled him all around. The strap of his carry-sack bit into his hard, muscled shoulder.
Tyrus let his blue eyes scan all around for any sign of other people. He could see a younger lad looking around then cast his eyes up towards the dark holes of the riders weyrs with their ledges for dragons.

"Be of stout heart, Tyrus." The Searchrider counseled. "Eighteen months and the mines and being a drudge will never be of concern to you again."

Tyrus had scoffed at the man inside himself. What would he know of what had been endured? To be treated as less than human by his own kind. Constantly, he and his father, at the mercy of those higher-ranked than they. At least his father was dead so the man didn't have to live as a perpetual slave anymore.
Tyrus still had nightmares at night. He awoke with aching jaws from gritting his teeth so much while in the throes of them.

Now, here he was at Xanta. The promise of a new life ahead of him. Everything on PERN to live for.

Even at 20 Turns and all he'd been through, Tyrus was scared though it did not show on the outside at all.

Without another thought he turned in the direction he assumed led to the weyrling barracks.

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