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Whee, I'm evil.

A plot bunny whacked me last night while I was putting together something to eat, and I wrote it up while inspired. I looked it over again just now, and it's definitely decent, but has some rough edges that do need polishing -- phrasing and all that.

Mad props to amberfox and grifyn for helping me with my very bad Latin and generally listen to me plot evilly.

Warning: it's a "Snuffles" story. Actually, both of them are. (I took a very old joke I'd made with sionainn and adapted it as well, when the first one turned out so dark...) Sirius Black comes into it nowhere, though. Asimov might be proud.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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