Date Posted:18:03:41 11/02/02 Sat Author: Hyacinth/Shamae Subject: Walks in from the Storage rooms. In reply to:
Wistrinia, D'marn & Baran
's message, "Dinner?" on 19:08:25 10/22/02 Tue
Her skirt covered in dust. She starts at the sight of the Weyrwoman and a friend at the table and rushes over, having no time to be embarrased by her drudgery-like garb. She nods to the man before adressing the Weyrwoman. "Good day Wisterina, I hear Issinth has had a very sucessful flight, congratulations. Have you been helped yet?" She inquires, thinking of their lack of help. But as of yet, the weyr was still a small one, and easily managed by the few they had. Just as her barrage is ended, an icy blast of air disturbs her hair, and a gold bursts into the air above them, chattering smugly. Hyacinth, the Headwoman, grins, offering her hand for the gold to alight. "Sir, Weyrwoman, this is my gold flit, Shamae. It seems your Issinth isn't the only one with a Clutch, so I'm informed. Shamae boasts of a large Clutch of her own. If either of you are in need..." She trails of at the angry chattering of the petite form perched on her arm. "Yes, m'dear, I am aware you decide who is worthy." She smiles apologeticly to the two respected guests. "I apologize, she has been around few other than myself."
