Fen snorted. “I don’t have to suck up to him at all, he already likes me. All I have to do is whatever he tells me to. The nice ones are always the moist frightening when they’re pushed past the limits of their patience, you know.” He set her down and tugged her against his side, marching her towards the solitary ground entrance to the interior of the Weyr. Baerth was sound asleep curled up inside his weyr, completely disinterested in the graduation. He was sure Phinth was doing the same, so now was a good time to raid the kitchens and see if there were any sweets they could filch. More than likely they’d be run off by the kitchen headmistress and told to come back for the mid-day meal.
“I can’t wait until the next Threadfall. I know that sounds awful, but it’ll be out first in the upper wings.”