While they didn’t get the snow that High Reaches saw, there was a wind on the shore one weyrling wanted to avoid. It wasn’t as chilly a day as it could have been and for that M’ari was grateful. Shanath had been itching for a bath since they’d gotten out of lessons for the day. He’d argued that she’d only had one yesterday and that he’d oiled her the night before, but when Shanath got something in her head she stuck to it.

It’ll be fun, Mine! Shanath encouraged. Fun, he thought. Everything was fun with her. She always saw the best in everything.

“Well, I don’t think we’ll meet anyone on the beach today.” He said. “Let’s go.”