Once outside, Y'io gazed out across the Weyrbowl at the approaching dawn. He had no idea why he has asked Mavri to dance with him, considering he was still uncertain in his heart how he felt about her. She was once the love of his life, back at Harper Hall; but watching her being swept away by a dragonman had destroyed him. Yes, he knew now that she had been Searched and pressured to go by her parents. He knew that. But his heart still hurt.
Y'ioMine, you know what is true, the gentle words of his brown Taliorth reverberated through his mind, along with warm, soothing feelings.
I know, the Harper replied silently, folding his arms across his chest and leaning against the stone of the cavern entrance. I know.
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