*Sleep* -- Xanta Weyrling Barracks

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Date Posted: 20:29:22 05/09/02 Thu
Author: T'rus and Wyth w/ Falla and Noran
Author Host/IP: 67.24.252.125
Subject: *Sleep*

Almost as soon as the dinner wrapped up, T'rus led his Wyth to the barracks and the stone couch the dragonet would use as a bed until he was mature. On that happy day, he would have his own ledge.
For now, he followed his human with tired whirling eyes.

-Sleepy. where's my bed?-

'Right here.'
T'rus gestured to the stone bed by his own rack and watched his new brown sniff it, then crawl up on it, curl and put his head on his long tail.
T'rus felt his dragonet almost instantly pass from drowsy to sleep.
He himself stretched and threw back his sleeping furs in the chill of the barracks. There wasn't much of a fire in the hearth tonight. He glanced in that direction and found smoldering embers. Forgotten in the excitement and dinner. Nobody had been here to really keep it going.
With a small smile of forgiveness, T'rus went over to the woodpile.
Throwing on a few logs, T'rus padded back to his bed and climbed in after the very long day. his head hit the pillow immediately.
Weyrling training would be starting soon and T'rus was eager to learn what the first lessons would be.

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