A brown haired boy sighed as the armor-clad man before him handed him a bucket and a mop. "I want you to clean the entire floor of this room, Bradlin--you are to do nothing else until you finish. No going out with friends, no going in the dragon stables, no nothing until this floor is cleaned!" He gestured to the normally pure white tile of the assembly hall floor, which was now decorated with various browns, reds, and yellows of stains tracked in by the many apprentices that had eaten breakfast there minutes before.
Bradlin wanted to complain, but defying his dragonmaster would mean more chores that were even worse than mopping--baling hay, changing bedding in the hundreds of stalls, or cleaning the dung from the entire stable complex. He shuddered, grateful that he wasn't the apprentice that had those jobs.
He finally mustered the courage to ask "Not even seeing Glory--uh, Glorian?"
"Eldor's dragon will still be there when you finish, Bradlin--I see you with Glorian so much, I have to wonder if she should be your dragon when you receive your Dragon Star." the dragonmaster sighed. "Now, get to work!"
"Yes, Master Yorin." Bradlin muttered before wiping up the various stains that dotted the floor.
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