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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2018 6:12 pm
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Ground maneuvers were tricky still. In their last drill, Saith had tumbled and torn a claw out and, most embarrassingly, left the field with a noticeable bruise on her side. And while some of her siblings had offered their sympathies and one or two had actually fussed, she was all the more annoyed about the whole affair. Yes, she was a delicate creature, but she wasn't fragile! A fall wouldn't break her in half or crack her like glass! The more she mulled it over, the more she worked herself up until she decided to just do some extra practices while Raelin was out doing chores.
Avoiding Sahrawith and Molihuth like the plague, the young green found herself once more on a tract of flat land by the weyrbowl. It was sweltering, and she had to take breaks every once in a while to get a drink. But by the end of the day, she promised herself, she was going to master that one tricky little act that had cost her her dignity, torn claw or no torn claw. It did make her wince, however, and she did her best not to sit too much weight on its bandages as she moved.
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