F'mar

Torene felt N-klas's elbow in her ribs, and she saw that F'mar was also watching her, a broad, happy, and very smug grin on his face.

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Half-trained to follow in his father's mechanical engineering specialty, F'mar had salved Fulmar Senior's shock at the idea of his son's pursuing an entirely different life's work by taking charge of all the Weyr's mechanicals.

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F'mar was nothing if not persistent in his efforts to attach her.

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She is, Alaranth promptly replied, as an overlay of messages from both dragons and riders briefly confused Torene: Watch your left, F'mar!

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She used that opportunity to slip away from F'mar completely, hauling the penny whistle from a thigh pocket as she joined the other players.

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But she wondered why F'mar kept trying to catch her eye.

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"The next clutch will go to you, F'mar, especially as you've no place to put them yet but here at Fort, " Sean said dismissively.

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Slapping his gloves on his leg with some irritation, F'mar went on.

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That provoked a complaint from F'mar, in the name of Telgar Weyr, although work on that facility had not even started.

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These were, however, so well designed or redesigned that they rarely needed more than a drop of oil -- or so F'mar insisted.

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