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Post by sanyo on May 29, 2011 16:01:36 GMT -8
With one of Senior Weyrwoman Lokin's Golds had Risen and been caught, there were so much talk about a possible clutch, but Witortior had other ideas. Yes, he would have loved to Stand at the young Gold's first clutch . . . but she was so young and he worried about the Gold and her health with having the clutch so young. Sighing, Witortior sat on one of the couches in the common room of the Candidate Barracks.
Sighing once more, he leaned back on the couch and stretched out to his full length, taking up much of the couch and area before him. "She will be fine . . . Lokin will take care of her and Weyrleader V'riy will take care of her," he whispered, not knowing much about the new Weyrleader, but he had to be so much better than D'mar and his Bronze.
Of course, as his eyes slowly began to close, he couldn't help but let his mind drift to what it would be like to have his own dragon by his side. While he thought on that subject, he actually began to drift off, a light snoring could be heard from the young Candidate as he dozed on what little down time he allowed himself.
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Post by Flame on Jun 1, 2011 13:05:46 GMT -8
The candidate master, (who though pregnant was still doing her job) came in just as the man started to fall asleep. She stopped and watched Witortior. ”Candidate Witortior, You should go to your room if your going to sleep.” she said as she came close and touched his shoulder. She smiled just a tad as she watched him.
She leaned back just a bit as she waited for him to rise. Mirrath made a sound like a hoot from her weyr just above the main candidate barracks, which lead to the sands. ”Come on Witortior… I believe Gold Athenath is almost ready to clutch, and then only a few months until hatching. If you wake up you get to watch.” she said softly.
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