T'thia waived her friend off as T'gal departed for duty. She sighed. Oh well, at least the weyrling master was a good one. She smiled inwardley as she heard Arizath's chuckle
"Oh stop you great brut"
Don't you have a feast to attend?
T'thia shook her head at her bronze he was becoming testy lately, perhaps he needed to feed. T'thia stood with the rest of the crowd but was stuck in place since everyone was attempting to leave the bowl at once there was somewhat of a traffic jam. Shrugging the girl sat back down to wait until the lines were actually moving.
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