Post by Harpertrue on Mar 19, 2004 10:59:51 GMT -5
T'rin had been, slightly shocked when he first came to his weyr. It was, if possible, slightly larger than his at the weyr he had transferred from. But Naercyth liked them, and he could, without a doubt, like them too.
T'rin currently lay curled up in the bend of his brown's arm. He was dozing, but there was a sheet of music in his lap and a small reed pipe. A strand of his black hair fluttered in his calm breath.
T'rin currently lay curled up in the bend of his brown's arm. He was dozing, but there was a sheet of music in his lap and a small reed pipe. A strand of his black hair fluttered in his calm breath.