Erastan shifted the bag over his shoulder into a more comfortable position. It was surprisingly heavy given how little it held. Just Erastan's limited clothing. His cleaning things, tooth brush, soap and comb (which he never used). And a knife, just encase. Anything more valuable he had hidden stashed around the weyr away from prying eyes and grasping hands.
Aspalath followed close at his partners heels. A position he had barley left since he hatched. Erastan was getting better and better at not tripping over him.
It was the middle of the day and most people were in the mess hall. Certainly the rest of the weyrlings were seizing the opportunity to fuel themselves for afternoon classes which was why the boy had chosen that hour to get himself settled in his new living chambers and sorted, it was no different than the candidate brackets. It just had more space and better head room to accommodate dragons as well.
It didn't take him long to find the bed he wanted, it was towards the back near the window with a bit more space around it than most of the cots. However someone had already dropped their bags atop the unmade bare mattress claiming it as theirs. Erastan snorted. Unlikely.
He strode over, picked up the bag and tossed it across to another unclaimed cot before replacing it with his own and grabbing the folded sheets to make it up and solidify his territory.
Echoes of Pern [Closed]
A Dragonriders of Pern B/C RP
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