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Post by archenstone on Jul 12, 2009 13:17:35 GMT -5
The knife slid easily through the fresh veggies Vraelnîr was told to chop. He had an odd look to his eyes, as if thinking about something outside his normal scope.
Well, I never pictured myself chopping vegetables in the Weyr. It is certainly a different lifestyle. He thought as he continued to slice and organize his prep chore.
Indeed, the Weyr hadn't been what he had expected at all. It wasn't a bad thing, simply unexpected. He quickly noticed that many candidates where younger than he. It is right that children be taught to work with their hands. Actually he was grateful for the work. Even with out chores he found his life more idle than what he was accustomed too. He observed that everyone did a fair, or reasonably fair, portion of the work. Seeing this eased his mind to a degree for even now he wondered if he made the right choice. The chance to do something that could help his Hold or others through being a dragonrider still seemed a worthy cause though. He had plans...only time would tell if he could do what he had in mind.
Till then, he was content to finish up the vegetables and begin chopping up fresh herbs.
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