Worn in the Sole (Emeni)

[Slim]

"Sure thing," Emeni said to the departing weyrling, giving him a jaunty wave. Once he'd gone a ways down the aisle, out of range, she gave in to a long-suppressed urge to stick her thumb in her mouth again, rolling her eyes with relief as she at last found respite from the throbbing pain. She didn't want to look like a baby in front of anybody, but it did hurt. "Guess I should stick to just writing legers today, huh," she murmured to herself. The comment, weak as it was, brought a slim smile to her face and put her in a better mood as she left her thumb alone and headed back to her worktable. Time to do just that.

((Fini))