Sylyas had been alone for most of his life. Well, the last 11 years, which is more than half of his life. But not anymore. He'd never shared a room with another person let alone a bunch of people. He hadn't had much to bring with him to the Weyr so the single chest suited him well but.. To be confined to a singular cot and have nothing else that was his.. It was hard. Especially when you are a loner like he was. He'd taken to chores easily, as he had chores from the time he could walk. He didn't mind them, really.
What he minded was the lack of privacy. But, he supposed, after seeing the riders with their dragons, at some point he probably wouldn't ever have true privacy. Might as well get over it. But he'd do that tomorrow. For today, he wanted to hide. It was his rest day and he found himself wandering the Weyr a bit. It was just after lunch break and most of the weyr was empty. The dragonriders were still having their lunches and the other candidates were either finishing up their lunches or getting ready for lessons.
Sylyas ran his hand across the stone outside of a weyr for a moment. It was a stark contrast to the soft, white robes they had been given. They were cleaner than anything he'd ever owned. And he was cleaner than he'd ever been in his life. It was hard but in a totally different way than his past life. He kind of liked it.
Echoes of Pern [Closed]
A Dragonriders of Pern B/C RP
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