F'mor's Weyr
You walk into a weyr and look about for whomever lives there.
You are about to leave when a large grey canine grabs your sleeve
and drags you into the dragon's quarters where ans young man about
14 turns kneels beside a dragoncouch oiling an itchy blue hatchling.
The hatchling dozes off while you stand there and as the boy finishes
the canine runs up to him and lets out a soft woof. The young man looks
up and smiles. "H-h-hello! I'm g-g-glad t-to s-s-see y-you again!" Now
you remember! The boy is F'mor and the canine is Hagar. The hatchling
you haven't met before. "T-t-this is m-my b-blue T-t-ticrath!" he says with
obvious pride. You smile at him and notice it is getting late. You excuse
yourself and leave.
