Weyr Life Drabbles: Prompt word #41: "Shapes"
Even without her rider present, green Morath found herself strangely drawn to the man sitting quietly beside the Weyr lake. He held a thin, dark stick in one hand, and was using it like a talon, scratching away at the... book... on his lap.
No, sketching. That was the word Debera used.
Morath knew how her rider felt, she couldn't help but do that. Understanding those unexplained emotions was a different matter entirely. Curious, she approached him, and asked for a closer look.
"Do you see anything?" he asked.
Dark lines swam into focus before her fascinated eyes.
Yes. Shapes!
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