Shan purloins a bottle of whiskey from I'daur's stash and retreats to the Weyrling Memorial to 'salute' her lost clutchmates. Rilsa finds her there. ( Read more )
Dawn is breaking, and the soft sounds of weyrlings and dragonets sleeping, fill the winter-chilled air. Completely wiped out by the previous day’s events, Shan dreams fitfully
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