Weyr Life Drabbles: Prompt word #25: "Strangers"
Rahnis opens her eyes, knowing what she'll see. Not M'ton. The stranger, F'ren.
"I'm wondering if I should apologise," he says.
Should he?
Rahnis takes a breath, and composes herself as he releases her. The air feels so thick after the thin air of altitude, heights she'd never scaled before.
"Did you have a choice?"
A pause, an apologetic smile, and an honest answer.
"Yes."
"You're still a fool, F'ren."
"Perhaps."
There is doubt in his eyes.
Rahnis is used to making her own choices. She could ask him to leave, now, and await his dragon elsewhere.
Instead, they talk.
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