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[issaoshisyth]

Winter is, in it slow and grudging way at High Reaches, slowly giving over to spring. Snow has become slush that gets weighed down with chilly rain and becomes grey and mucky. The wings of dragons boasts slightly swelled ranks, thanks to new arrivals that not everyone is delighted to have, and the other Weyrs seem to essentially be stuffing their

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[reyce]

For Reyce, I glee. For you guys, I ouch.