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Date Posted: 05:53:24 07/25/05 Mon
Author: Tathan
Subject: Duh-duh-duh-dummmm
In reply to: M'klern(Creth) 's message, "Memories" on 00:40:59 07/25/05 Mon

Again, someone had taken pity on Tathan. Though the head cook was still continuing with her Plan to Rehabilitate Tathan Into Society, she had decided that, however much she wanted him to talk to people, the sand in the Hatching Grounds that had been stained with blood, egg fluid, and covered with fragments of shell still needed to be raked. So the young man walked onto the hot sand, grateful for the boots he had been given for the task, and began the long task. He couldn’t do it all that night, of course, but he could do about a quarter of it, and the rest tomorrow. That was good – it meant that he had something to do that would keep him out of the way of other people for a long time. And staying out of other peoples’ way was something Tath considered necessary for survival.

His head shot up when he heard the soft sounds of crying coming from near the stands. The large space meant that noises echoed easily, and he watched the brown dragon warily for a second. Dragons didn’t cry, did they? So it must be his rider. And thanks to lessons from another of the drudges (all the older women seemed to decide he needed someone to look after him) he knew that browns were like bronzes – they always Impressed men. Tathan had never heard a man cry before – it was disconcerting. Torn between running back to the kitchens to avoid the rider knowing that Tath had heard him, and staying so that he didn’t incur the wrath of anyone senior, the drudge swallowed hard, and continued to rake.

However much proof he was given, Tathan still couldn’t grasp the fact that he wouldn’t get hurt in the Weyr. He had been well and truly broken into complete submission by the holdless men, and he still didn’t realise that not everyone here wanted to punish him or hurt him. So his reaction to finding himself alone (another thing he couldn’t understand was that Creth would count as a person) with a man was, of course, not a good one. He continued with his work, hoping against hope that M’klern wouldn’t see him.

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