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28.Jan.20, 09:47 PM
L'gan slipped into the library at the Hall, needing a change of scenery while he worked on a few reports. Most of the others were still in the dining hall, so hopefully he'd be able to grab a less crowded spot at a table near the (admittedly sparse) dragonhealing shelves. Though apparently he wasn't the only one with that idea.
"Does your father have any idea you're reading these," he asked, slipping into a seat next to Vaera. The girl had several of the old dragon anatomy books spread out on the table, a few of which he needed for his reports. L'gan gave her a small smile. "I poured over them when I was younger, back before the dragons returned. No one thought they would, but I just had to hope."
He got a better look at some of the pages spread out on the table, clearly personal notes, since the handwriting matched the sheet she'd been writing on when he sat. His brow creased in confusion as he pulled one over. "Where did you find this information? These diagrams... they're not from the studies of Thallyath's clutch. Did the Harpers deliver a new folio or something?"
Reluctantly he added, "these are really good." The drawings were clearly from the abandoned Weyrs, skeletal remains still curled up or in agonized twisting positions. Others had been posed more like the human anatomical drawings from the atlases, showing where muscles and tendons might attach. But almost all the drawings were clearly adult dragons.
"Vaera," L'gan said quietly, "please tell me you and your friends haven't been snooping around the abandoned Weyrs. It isn't safe, and it's enormously disrespectful."
"Does your father have any idea you're reading these," he asked, slipping into a seat next to Vaera. The girl had several of the old dragon anatomy books spread out on the table, a few of which he needed for his reports. L'gan gave her a small smile. "I poured over them when I was younger, back before the dragons returned. No one thought they would, but I just had to hope."
He got a better look at some of the pages spread out on the table, clearly personal notes, since the handwriting matched the sheet she'd been writing on when he sat. His brow creased in confusion as he pulled one over. "Where did you find this information? These diagrams... they're not from the studies of Thallyath's clutch. Did the Harpers deliver a new folio or something?"
Reluctantly he added, "these are really good." The drawings were clearly from the abandoned Weyrs, skeletal remains still curled up or in agonized twisting positions. Others had been posed more like the human anatomical drawings from the atlases, showing where muscles and tendons might attach. But almost all the drawings were clearly adult dragons.
"Vaera," L'gan said quietly, "please tell me you and your friends haven't been snooping around the abandoned Weyrs. It isn't safe, and it's enormously disrespectful."
