"Maybe we should have asked more questions." R'tal got up to stir the pot, getting the numbweed a half-hearted prod before he sat back down. "So. What got you all the way out here?""Could do that. But then we might get put on something that really
does stink," L'eo said with a shrug and a grin. This wasn't so bad a
job, and he'd hate to get put on something worse if it sounded like he
was complaining about this task.
"Ah, well, they needed volunteers, yeah? Kinda boring, stuck in the
Weyrling Wing all the time."
One of the downfalls of Impressing at a young age; you couldn't just
graduate to one of the actual Wings until you were at least 16, and
L'eo had another turn to go before that happened. At least he'd have
plenty of basic experience before then. And, though he wouldn't say
it out loud, and certainly not to R'tal, it was a chance to spend time
with his dad, however indirectly. Being assigned to the same chore as
him at least gave L'eo a chance to chat with R'tal. At least here he
would be noticed, even if just a bit.
"Life is NOT a journey to the grave with the goal of arriving safely
in a prettily preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways in a
shower of gravel and party shards, thoroughly used, utterly exhausted,
and loudly proclaiming: "F*** ME, that Rocked!!" -unknown