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24.Feb.21, 11:05 AM
It had been decided that a trip into the Hold would be the perfect way to spend a brotherly bonding day. Sometimes they hung out in his weyr while he worked on a wood project and Zoremet did some knitting and sometimes they let Xyxyth take them somewhere so they could wander and explore. They were pretty evenly matched in temperament and interests so either activity was always appreciated. But it was time to switch it up a bit and an excursion into the Hold seemed fun.
They had left late morning and had wandered through a few vendors—including one that was full of colourful yarn. After an eternity and both of their bags stuffed with Zoremet’s new treasures, they had continued on their way—and then it was A’tay’s turn to drool as they found the local master woodcrafter’s shop. He’d been trying to figure out a pattern for a crib for T’ryn and Cazan’s upcoming baby and this was his chance to ask whomever was working for some advice and pick up some materials as well.
“I promise I won’t be long. I just want to maybe set up a time where I can come back and talk with someone and maybe grab some new tools. I’ll be right back, don’t move.” A’tay tried to be stern with his barely younger brother but it wasn’t in his nature any more than it was Zoremet’s. But he knew his brother’s attention span had a short limit. Still, he didn’t think he’d be gone that long to really worry.
He was wrong.
It had only been maybe five minutes when A’tay came back out and didn’t see Zoremet or either one of their firelizards anywhere in sight. He heaved a sigh and shook his head. “Not again.”
They had left late morning and had wandered through a few vendors—including one that was full of colourful yarn. After an eternity and both of their bags stuffed with Zoremet’s new treasures, they had continued on their way—and then it was A’tay’s turn to drool as they found the local master woodcrafter’s shop. He’d been trying to figure out a pattern for a crib for T’ryn and Cazan’s upcoming baby and this was his chance to ask whomever was working for some advice and pick up some materials as well.
“I promise I won’t be long. I just want to maybe set up a time where I can come back and talk with someone and maybe grab some new tools. I’ll be right back, don’t move.” A’tay tried to be stern with his barely younger brother but it wasn’t in his nature any more than it was Zoremet’s. But he knew his brother’s attention span had a short limit. Still, he didn’t think he’d be gone that long to really worry.
He was wrong.
It had only been maybe five minutes when A’tay came back out and didn’t see Zoremet or either one of their firelizards anywhere in sight. He heaved a sigh and shook his head. “Not again.”
