Weyr Life Drabbles: Prompt word #81: "Blind"
H'koll, Weyrlingmaster's Assistant, walks into the room and scowls at the assembled weyrlings. The chaos rapidly abates as the boys scramble to their seats around the long table, which ought to have a neat pile of cured hides on top of it.
Not any more.
He looks across the room, and shakes his head. Some enterprising lad no doubt decided to make a grab for what he thought was the best quality hide, and a fight has broken out over the rest.
It's the same story every clutch.
Idiot boys are always too blind to pick out the good ones.
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