Weyr Life: the Drabbles

by astrokath

100 stories, 100 words. No more, no less. Written for the drabbles100 LJ community. Expect a mix of canon, original and generic characters and settings. COMPLETE!

4. Chapter 4: First

Weyr Life: The Drabbles

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#4 - First

Circling high above the weyr, I check the clips attaching the firestone sacks to Fassinth's neck one last time, trying not to think.

We go!

The weyrlingmaster's coordinates in Fassinth's mind are clear, and terrifying.

I cling on to them in the chill darkness, and then we're out into the light again, Fassinth's wings powering upwards as I fumble with the sacks. I hurl one at Y'kall, another at Tr'vellid, and miraculously, my throws are cleanly caught. They blink out to rejoin their wings on the upper levels, no more prepared for this than Fassinth and I.

We return, safe.