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Tynon and Domith


T'non was, like all the other weyrlings, bathing his dragon in the hot steamy water of the cove. With his pants rolled up and his shirt danmp and clinging to him he longed to go in and swim like many of the other finished riders, but his dragon always comes first in his life.


:but of course,: The dragon said smuggly. T'no sighed and finished rubbing the cloth down the very tip of his tail. Now you can swim



I couldn't help myself, he's so cute as a baby!

Talor Cliff Weyr