Nothing but trouble.
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"I! Can't! Do this!" The old silver rider wagged a thick finger under the Weira's nose. "I've tried, you know. They just won't listen.
Ungrateful, undignified little wherries! The one boy refuses to be called by his proper title... insists on being called 'Then'. Ha!
And the girl with the dun is just as bad! Why, she wouldn't lift a finger to oil her dragon's hide if I didn't remind her!
Some sort of Holder or something. And don't get me started on--"
"I won't P'pel, honestly." Maleka sighed. The old Weirlingmaster got crankier every day, but he refused to retire. Well, she'd just
have to make him see reason. The winters here were getting a bit cold for his Carruth, and in any case, the man was well past the point at
which most sensible riders moved south to warmer climes. Yes, something must be done. "Tell you what... you just finish training up this
batch of younglings, and I'll see what I can do. Maybe you could take some time off, go south? I know your sister has a fine stakeholding in
the Kahrain area. You could see your neices and nephews again."
"Can't. You lot need me here. The Weir would fall down around your heads without me! Why, I'm the only one who knows how to
properly--"
"P'pel. Think about it. Carruth could do with the change, and I'm sure you'll have plenty of time to train up a replacement.
Besides, you'd be back in a fighting wing again."
"Light duty." But she could see he was considering the offer.
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