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Post by laionii on May 30, 2008 2:49:10 GMT -5
His gaze was fixed on the rough stone ceiling of his apartments, Unferth lay sleeping occasionally twitching in the course of a dream. Much lay on the Wingleader’s mind. Adeloth was due to rise soon, and while Unferth made the assertion that he would be the one to fly her, W’lam wasn’t sure who would lead the Weyr. There were any number of bronzes capable of catching Adeloth but of the character of their riders he wasn’t sure. Telgar needed strength right now, they needed tradition If they too made the assumption that the red star wouldn’t return who would defend Pern when her ancient enemy came knocking? He kept his wing in top notch condition most of the time, but he preferred to leave command of the flight to a better man than himself.
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