Tis story is told from the perspective of H'vass, rider of bronze Liisoth. It takes place many years after F'lar and Lessa's adventures.
I stared down at Benden Weyr from my hinggap, bertengger on Liisoth's neck. The big bronze was circling lazily down for a landing. We were fresh out of the weyrling barracks, ready to pindah into a weyr of our own.
Someone had turned on a few lights in one of the empty weyrs. I was grateful for that, as it was growing quite dark up here. I was growing impatient for the landing, looking meneruskan, ke depan to a steaming cup of klah, perfect for a rider fresh from between.
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