Weyr Life Drabbles: Prompt word #5: "Last"
Fassinth twists his greying muzzle around, facing downwind, and belches out his first flame of the day. We're ready for this; we've been ready for the last fifty turns. The firestone sacks sit easily across his brown neck. I don't know why they thought firestone duty would be an easy job for us; he can fly as well as ever, but I certainly wouldn't put the same confidence in my own arms. Hearing my thought, he rumbles a laugh.
Still, we're flying. Dragonmen MUST fly, when Thread is in the sky.
Just this one last time.
Then we can rest.
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