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[hes_onthe_jazz]

Location: Weyr Bowl
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Characters: Hannibal Smith, silver Morath, blue Mago (fire lizard)

Hannibal sat on a rock, enjoying the sunlight, watching his dragon--and what a strange but wonderful concept that was, his dragon--in the bathing pools. The young dragon was washing with understated enjoyment, especially compared to the enthusiastic

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[microwavehero]

Luke was dragged from his bed by Euroth's insistence they were going to miss all the best sunshine and he was dusty and wanted a bath. His shirt hung loosely on his shoulders and his pants he had to hold up with one hand. This other hand was occupied with a large mug of klah; which was a poor substitute for the Red Bull he wished he had.

Euroth eagerly plunged into the nearest bathing pool, splashing everyone already there and announcing to the world HE WAS THERE!

Luke shook his head and wandered over to the other weyrlings watching their dragonets. HOW he wound up with a dragon so opposite him in personality was beyond him.

L'ke! L'ke! Watch me! Euroth flipped his wings and sent water spraying up into the sky where he caught the morning sunshine and glittered like jewels. "Very pretty," Luke thought back and Euroth made a pleased sound then started paddling around the pool

[hes_onthe_jazz]

"Good morning," he replied, glancing at the boy. He offered a slight smile. "No, I was already awake. I don't need much sleep." He held out his hand. "Hannibal Smith," he said. "I saw you at the lessons and the hatching. It's nice to meet you, finally."

Morath flapped his wings admonishingly and moved aside, out of range of Euroth's splashing.

[microwavehero]

Luke helplessly tried to decide which hand he could free up; one hand would have his pants around his knees, the other hand had his klah... he held his klah mug in his teeth and shook Hannibal's hand, briefly.

One nice thing about not having his ability anymore was that he could shake hands without worrying about frying someone with microwave radiation.

"Um, ljfk cmpvvll," he said around his mug. Then grabbed his cup again to free his mouth and said, "Luke Campbell. Formally of Earth, 2009."

[hes_onthe_jazz]

"Sorry," he said with a soft chuckle, seeing the boy's difficulties and releasing his hand quickly. "It's interesting how people are coming from different times as well as places, isn't it?" he said softly. "I wonder what caused it."

You are here with me. It is how it should be.

Hannibal nodded in response to his dragon. "There's always a plan," he murmured.