Weyr Life Drabbles: Prompt word #7: "Days"
N'ton inspects his corner of the Weyrling barracks with critical bemusement.
It's not how he remembered it, back when Lioth was still small enough to fit inside.
Three days ago.
Four years ago.
He runs a finger across the shelf above his old bed, looking for dust that simply isn't there. Just a couple of pretty rocks from home, one weighing down a letter from his mother, and a thick jumper he hadn't needed in the South. It wouldn't fit him now, anyway.
Laughing, he realises that he needs new clothes just as much as Lioth needs a new weyr.
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