(Since the candidate lesson is backdated to right after the teaclutch, I’m backdating this to around then.)
Tassiel’s eyes were redrimmed and the tell tale signs of a young man in distress still lingered on his cheeks. He’d tried to rub at them, tried to keep Bekah from worrying, should he see her—but he needn’t have worried. Bekah was too busy helping those who needed help to see him, as she should’ve. She was going to become a great masterhealer one day.
So the blonde young man began his trek away from the Healers’, maybe he could stop and see Ash, if she weren’t busy with the weyrlings. She’d probably already know, though. She knew practically everything that went on in the Weyr, being the weyrlingmaster’s assistant. Would she be ashamed? Had anyone in their family been stripped of their knots?
He fretted and turned around. He couldn’t see Ash. But maybe he could help out here.
Echoes of Pern [Closed]
A Dragonriders of Pern B/C RP
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