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This is a Candidacy Page for
Ryslen Weyr.
Tryne looked up from her boring needlework when she heard a distant roar. She ran, well, that is if you can call it running in the gown she was wearing, to the open window and looked out just in time to see a big bronze and several blues and greens launching themselves from the Weyrridges. Could it be that there was a search?
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This site was last updated 08/10/02