A bed and thoughts of the past -- Xanta Weyrling Barracks

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Date Posted: 05:37:54 04/15/02 Mon
Author: Tyrus
Author Host/IP: 64.157.27.37
Subject: A bed and thoughts of the past

He had silently gathered his bag while the female Candidates were gone from the female barracks for the evening meal. The Weyrwoman had opened the male barracks door earlier. He knew she likely wanted them all to get to know each other but after the Maeven and Thies spat, even Tyrus had to wonder if this group of Candidates would be so amicable to each other. The most he wanted to do was watch instead of getting chummy with those that might stab him later.

He didn't feel much like eating tonight and was used to living off of less when he was a drudge. He, instead, got himself washed and ready for bed.
He knew the thoughts might sink him here. He might well need the help of someone here but he couldn't really bring himself to think of who that might be. These Candidates were, so far, rather younger than he. Given to their outbursts of emotion and games. Tyrus had that sucked from him by the mines and the turns as a drudge at Realta. Along with any childhood he might have been able to have.

Tyrus ran a hand through his short, dark hair. It always bleached to blonde if he was in the sun any length of time. Perhaps he could ask the Headwoman or Weyrwoman for something outside that he could do, work-wise. Work certainly would remove most of the thoughts that were preying upon him.

Turning back the covers of his bed he slid in and gazed at the candle on the table in his corner of the male barracks.

Not so different than those used in the shafts..
Tyrus shuddered at the painful memories and blew the candle out. He went to sleep very quickly after that.

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