Weyr Life Drabbles: Prompt word #2: "Middles"
"Fourteen bronzes deary, your Prideth did so well..."
Really, Ranelly did carry on. Kylara reached out for the fruitjuice - fermented, this time - and poured herself a welcome glass. With just Orth and that weyrling scrap Lioth for company, was it any wonder Prideth had clutched so many?
But they did her no good at all. Boys, all boys, except F'nor the bore... and T'bor. T'bor. After Prideth's flight, the fool had thought she'd be content as his alone, in spite of his newly obvious deficiencies. As if mere memories of dragonlust would be enough!
Oh, how she hated this place.
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