Weyr Life Drabbles: Prompt word #32: "Sunset"
P'teg can't bear to watch the youngsters. Today, a small group are fixing their leathers; a task that's been beyond P'teg's arthritic hands for turns. Doesn't matter though. Ayvreth's just as old, and doesn't fly much anymore. The air's too cold, and they're both too stiff for aerobatics. P'teg can't remember the last time they flew anywhere, though he remembers the flights of their youth well enough.
Those turns seem more real now than they ever did back then.
Oh, they'll fly away again soon, he doesn't doubt. Off into the sunset, chasing the memories of when they were young.
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