It's the perfect hour. The Weyr is busy. Dragons here and there in the skies. Big ones, even. Brownriders carrying large bundles to and empty nets from the stores for daily resupply. Blue and greenriders carrying messages. Weyrlings practicing in the bowl. All the sort of hubub that distracts in just such a way that their return is ultimately
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