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How Many Chances? [Open]

The tallest peaks of the Weyr. There are frequent watch shifts, day and night. Many are on guard for when Thread falls again. The older Weyrlings occasionally like to race from peak to peak.
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How Many Chances? [Open]

Despite Lazu's admonitions for him not to be, Soonyhano had spent most of the past few weeks feeling utterly dejected. Once again, he'd failed. Even when the clutchmother thought it certain that he'd Impress, he'd failed. How many more chances to try did he even have? How many chances could a person even get?

He sat on the fireheights in the late evening, looking down over the Weyr and all the little lights flickering from each ledge. He should have headed down by now, glow light wasn't the most useful for the hike back and it was almost fully dark, but he liked the view. He liked hearing the snow patter down around him, each wet, heavy flake plopping among the others that had already fallen. The air smelled cold. It would be winter soon, and then spring. Just over a Turn's worth of chances left for him.

But really, he shouldn't feel so melancholy. What would people think if they saw the one who was always encouraging them to cheer up frowning instead?

So he lay back in the snow, flapping his arms and legs until he'd flattened some of it around him. A snow angel, whatever an angel even was. It was the first time this Turn the snow had been deep enough to manage it. Just a finger's depth, but that was enough. There would be more soon. That was good; he'd missed winter. His ears and nose were red with the cold, but truth be told he didn't mind it in the slightest. This was the sort of weather where he belonged.
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And all at once, a squeak, a thud, and there was suddenly a nose pushed up against his.

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A very cold, surprisingly wet something solid smooshed up against his nose, and Soonyhano tried to scramble backwards to escape the whatever-it-was. This was hindered significantly by the fact that he was already lying in the snow, and he only succeeded in rolling over. A squeak of protest came from under his chest, and the something wriggled out.

Whatever it was, it was too small to be a threat. He dismissed it as a concern, and instead just lay there in the snow. It was soft, and soothingly frigid against his face.

An insistent nudge against his shoulder. He ignored it. Another nudge. He ignored it. A warm, wet something moved across his neck. Wait, what?

Soonyhano rolled over onto his side, coming face to face with a green fire lizard, who seemed very pleased to finally be noticed. She bumped his nose with her snout again, and scrambled back to stare expectantly at him.

"I haven't got anything." She kept staring, almost quivering with excitement. "I don't have any food for—" he didn't have time to finish what he was saying, because at the word 'food' she flew at his face, chirping eagerly.

"But I don't have any food," he insisted, but the repeated word only seemed to throw her into more of a frenzy, and she zoomed into the air, circling around his head. She was really a very small fire lizard, now that he got a good look at her. Well, at least as good a look as one could manage when it came to a tiny creature darting about.

He stood, brushing the snow off of his coat. The green immediately began soaring after him as he started to head down the steep descent back to the Weyrbowl. The tiny insistence of her hunger gnawed at him, and her excitement. "Where did you come from anyway? I hope you like meatballs. Last I checked, those were dinner."
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