Weyr Life Drabbles: Prompt word #15: "Blue"
There was nothing like training Weyrlings to strengthen old arms. Just the one sack left now, and C'gan had a feeling that Tagath wouldn't want him to throw this one to someone else.
We can fight! They need us!
He chuckled, and threw a hefty rock towards Tagath's gaping maw. A few more, and he'd build up a good flame.
The blue slowly wheeled back towards the leading edge, steady wingstrokes lifting them upwards towards the fighting wings, chaos, and the brutal realities of age. Thread fell too fast for Tagath's flame, or C'gan's reactions.
Too late, they jumped between.
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