It's Dawn, and most of the Weyr is silent, except for the hustle and bustle of the kitchens as the morning meal is being prepared and finished.  A few riders are up and about, but the majority of them are still in their beds, fighting to wake up.  The change of guard goes fluidly, and those who had been up all night shuffle their way to their beds, with mutterings about watchwhere's and shadows in the night.<br/><br/>A few Sweep Riders just touch down in the Weyrs main hall, tired and stiff from flying all night, but rejuvenated from the flight non the less.  They make it just in time, because right at that moment a small scattering of people enter the hall, ready to break their morning Fast.