Weyr Life Drabbles - Prompt word #61: "Winter"
He was a candidate.
Shivering in the wintry sleet, Firrenor held tightly to that thought. The High Reaches were colder than between, and if the Weyrlingmaster didn't assign the ranked candidates their chores soon - preferably something warm - he'd be frozen to the spot. Hopefully not kitchen work though - he didn't want any more jibes about being a candidate for the lower caverns rather than a fighting dragon!
And then Sh'vek announced that today, there'd be no chores. Instead, they'd get to see Seenth's eggs!
Grinning, Firrenor trooped hopefully into the hatching ground's warmth, leaving the winter's dark chill far behind.
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