Weyr Life Drabbles: Prompt word #58: "Dinner"
Every Weyr did its best when it came to Hatching Feasts, sharing out the best of the tithed produce with unstinting generosity. Weyrleaders, Lord Holders, dragonriders and guests, even the drudges -all of them shared the same fare and tucked in with gusto.
There were, of course, exceptions. Some still white-robed, others making the best of things in their gather-day finery, the failed candidates occupied a shadowed table on the far side of Fort Weyr's great hall.
None had much appetite for food.
Wine, however, was a different matter.
Welcoming her growing numbness, Julan emptied another flagon of Tillek red.
![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
chesneycat) wrote,
