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Ahh, the having of best friends.

Favorite moment:

Lunatic, talking to Lady Malfoy.
figment0 talking with Darkside.

Lunatic starts mentioning the steps she's taken to try and ensure that the Darkside knows that she can be contacted at need without fear of disturbing. This, somehow, coincided with a Seven Minute Pause from Darkside and the Figment, so the boys heard me loud and clear when the Lunatic mentioned something about Lady Malfoy's orders to distract and/or cheer up Darkside.

Ordered? ORDERED? Darkside wanted to know.
Lady Malfoy and Lunatic look guiltily in separate directions, and Lady Malfoy murmurs something about not, technically, ordering, just...
Darkside disappeared into his room and brought forth the wooden practice blade.
Lively banter, wherein the Lunatic said nothing, sat still, and grinned.

Hee.
Orders.
Hee.

Not quite technically an order, true, but I know the feel of an order when I hear one, and that was a little more than a suggestion.
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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