Taking a break (Attn Zy'fen/I'des/any)

Amy Frazey

Zy'fen sat down hard on the bench just outside his weyr, and put the crutches beside him. The past few months of physical therapy was paying off, but it was hard work. He was worn out from that day's round of physical activity, and wished for something cool to drink, since it was afternoon and the sun was beating down. Unfortunately, the pitcher in the weyr was empty.

Zy'fen wiped his hand across his sweaty forehead and looked around to see if there was someone nearby whose attention he could catch, to ask them for a favor.