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Fuzzy-timed to month 2 of Esurienth X Phylideth's clutch.
Astariarth was just two months old, but had already almost tripled in size. It was fortunate enough that the weyrlings' study room was large and accommodating, for the young man wasn't certain how much longer she would fit. It was one of those rare restdays, but sudden bad weather had forced him to take his endless, scrawled notes inside. Hold names and details of their location were listed, and he pursed his lip as he read through his notes, closing green eyes intermittently to commit them to memory.
Astariarth stifled a slight sigh, determined not to trouble her rider with her own longings and desires. She watched rain lash the windows and walls with a gaze that sought to dismantle the very fabric of the universe. Surely Ce'rys would grow tired or bored of so much study? Maybe they could go and splash in some puddles soon?
It was then that another caught her attention, and her eyes whirled a delighted blue-green. Riamsoth! How very glad I am to see you! At 'Star's delighted exclamation, Ce'rys looked up, blinking as though emerging from a trance. "Hullo, Sorentia. Riamsoth." He inclined his head towards them. "Study plans?"
It is dull... Astariarth secretly confided in her golden sister, shielding her thoughts from her rider. The Holds aren't nearly as exciting as our Weyr.
