Weyr Life Drabbles: Prompt word #3: "Ends"
Standing on the windswept beach beside Prideth, Kylara refused to look back.
The call had finally come, and they were returning to the now, back home to Benden from this appalling exile. She'd spent all morning here on the sand, watching the waves with her dragon, while all the perishables of the Weyr were packed safely away for transport. The salt in the air would no doubt ruin her hair for at least a sevenday, but at least she wouldn't return to the north drenched in southern sweat.
If she never saw this place again, it would be too soon.
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