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 '''Cailluneth's Ledge, High Reaches Weyr'''

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 ''To the Weyr,''
-''The issue of my son is yet to be resolved. I demand-'' N'ky stopped there, drawing in a deep breath only to exhale it heavily onto the parchment. The letter went on in the vein that Ansly had already written to him about; not only was Leawyh unhappy with the discounted deal Aishani had worked out with him, but he was now demanding compensation for having lost a son - an able-bodied worker - to the Weyr.
+''The issue of my son is yet to be resolved. I demand-'' N'ky stopped there, drawing in a deep breath only to exhale it heavily onto the parchment. The letter went on in the vein that Ansly had already written to him about; not only was Lenwyh unhappy with the discounted deal Aishani had worked out with him, but he was now demanding compensation for having lost a son - an able-bodied worker - to the Weyr.
 It was all utter bullshit, and the more N'ky read, the angrier he got. Cailluneth's eyes began to whirl redly, the menacing growl of concern rising in her throat as she picked up on his displeasure.

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 Because Faranth knew there probably wasn't anything else for him to look forward to.
-He'd got back from Southern, and had to have the cast reapplied to his left arm, as the exertions of the trip had jeopardised what had already been barely healed. They really laid into him in the infirmary when he walked in, especially when he told them he'd removed it himself using tools from the ''dragon'' infirmary, where he'd been posted since his injury. No amount of protesting had been able to win the Healers round, and this time, he had to check in once a seven so they could be sure he was still wearing it. As if he'd make ''that'' mistake twice. The trip had hardly been worth the trouble either, what with the storm and everything.
+He'd got back from Southern, and had to have the cast reapplied to his left arm, as the exertions of the trip had jeopardised what had already been barely healed. They really laid into him in the infirmary when he walked in, especially when he told them he'd removed it himself using tools from his own farrier's tool belt. No amount of protesting had been able to win the Healers round, and this time, he had to check in once a seven so they could be sure he was still wearing it. As if he'd make ''that'' mistake twice. The trip had hardly been worth the trouble either, what with the storm and everything.
-N'ky placed a kiss to Cailluneth's soft hide, and stepped back from her. There was a little more fluidity to his movements now as his limbs began to warm up, and he set about his typical morning routine to get ready for the day.
+N'ky placed a kiss to Cailluneth's soft nose, and stepped back from her. There was a little more fluidity to his movements now as his limbs began to warm up, and he set about his typical morning routine to get ready for the day.
 << There's something here, my Heart.>> Cailluneth shared an image of an envelope, tucked half-under a rock to keep it from blowing away in the permanent wind that buffeted their ledge. Her image of it was just inside the entrance passage to the couch; it radiated unknown colours as she tried to work out who had left it there. No luck on that front, though the green dragon followed the scent trail back out to the ledge proper to try and get a better feel for it, while N'ky picked up and opened the letter.
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 He reached out to cool the roiling red and black of his lifemate's angered mind, soothing her with a bubble of calm that he didn't quite feel himself. << We'll fix it. Azaylia doesn't need to see it. She has bigger things to worry about. We'll fix it, my Heart. Somehow. >>
-Exactly ''how'' they could fix it was on his mind all throughout the breakfast he took on his own, brooding at one of the tables in the kitchen. It had him in a darker mood than usual as he entered the dragon infirmary to report for the day, and it didn't lighten any as lunch rolled around either. It was only when he saw a certain familiar face in the lunch crowd that a tiny lightning bolt from his personal thundercloud struck him - ''she'' would know what to do. Hadn't she mentioned methods of keeping someone quiet before?
+Exactly ''how'' they could fix it was on his mind all throughout the breakfast he took on his own, brooding at one of the tables in the kitchen. It had him in a darker mood than usual as reported for the day's duties, and it didn't lighten any as lunch rolled around either. It was only when he saw a certain familiar face in the lunch crowd that a tiny lightning bolt from his personal thundercloud struck him - ''she'' would know what to do. Hadn't she mentioned methods of keeping someone quiet before?
-Now wasn't the time, though, not with so many people around. With his mind firmly on ''how'' to go about asking what he needed to, N'ky went back to his work in the infirmary.
+Now wasn't the time, though, not with so many people around. With his mind firmly on ''how'' to go about asking what he needed to, N'ky went back to work.
 Turnday? What turnday. Later that night, as he curled up once more with Cailluneth, N'ky realised that he was 19, and that this was the first turnday ever that he hadn't celebrated in some way. The first turnday in ''turns'' that he hadn't had a best friend to celebrate it with. The first turnday that he didn't actually ''care''.