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 Boogie Woogie Bronze Bugle Boy, OPEN
Brightsun
Posted: Aug 14 2011, 11:08 PM


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GET A MOVE ON BOY, TIME'S A WASTIN'! blared Marharth, the accompanying trumpetlike blast of sound directed straight into K'las' ear.

The thin young man bolted upright, looking around wildly to find out what had so rudely awakened him from his nap. He'd just lain down for a minute! Rajah squawked in protest and curled back up in the warm spot left by K'las on the cot. The young flit slept quite a bit more than K'las had expected.

"Marharth, what do you need? Is something wrong?" K'las stammered, still trying to find what caused Marharth to make such a ruckus.

The well-grown bronze Weyrling settled his wings against his back and sat upright so that his rider had to look way up to meet his eye. This was the bronze's new favorite trick, now that he was big enough to be as tall as K'las when standing. He had to find some way to make K'las work for his regard.

Nothing's wrong, boy, just thought you should be up and enjoying the day! There's things we could be doing! You could be finding friends, for example, or we could haul some stones around for exercise. You sleep too much! The militaristic young dragon had a loathing for sluggishness. His perpetual energy sickened K'las at times, who was only too happy to nap when given the opportunity. He was still not used to being able to have free time, as little as the Weyrlings got, compared to how he was constantly driven up North.

He rubbed the back of his neck and looked around, hoping Marharth hadn't disturbed anyone else. The bronze loved an audience, though, so odds are someone was around. "Look, my friend, we can do whatever you'd like, so long as you don't shout in my ear like that again. It hurt!"

The bronze gave a small snort at his rider's weakness. Pain was good for you!
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