| Two small blue dragons crept
silently up to their sleeping riders. The weyrlings grinned at each
other. V'NEN! D'CIEN! WAKE UP! They mentally shouted together. They
sat back, laughing, as their respective riders jumped up in fright. "Snith!
What're you doing!?" D'cien groaned. His brother yawned. "And what time is
it?" The
current time is six-thirty in the morning. Snith
answered. And we're hungry, and itch. V'nen's blue Sternth
added. V'nen groaned. Too early to get up, too late to go back to
sleep. Come on, D'cien, V'nen. Hurry up! We're starving
here! Their
dragons yelled as one. "Why did we have to get the early birds?" D'cien
grumbled as Snith flicked his tail impatiently. Who cares? Hurry up and get ready so
we can go eat. Snith snorted. Yes, and then you can oil
us. Sternth
added for good
measure. |
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