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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2020 2:27 pm
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The Hatching had gone better than expected, considering the last few disasters he'd personally supervised. Still, there was a constant weariness that shrouded the man, pulling at the bags under his eyes and coloring his eyes red with lack of sleep. Eriath, as always, served as a constant balm against his thoughts, but someone else soon spoke and dragged his attention away from the internal.
He watched Niika for a moment, briefly forgetting the Weyrlings that were now under his careful eye. "Always," His voice was a dry rasp, but his lips quirked upward in a parody of amusement. "But they're being looked over right now." So, yes, he had some time.
Wordlessly, he held out a hand in an invitation to dance. Elsewhere, Eriath crooned her wordless approval.
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