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Subject: With a half-tranced gaze she watches the figure below, sensing worry coming from him. >>> Author: Sirith [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 13:01:30 03/21/01 Wed In reply to: Rashkae 's message, "He listens to the debate reguarding whether to continue building the Shield; he knows his thoughts, but he can't imagine making the decision himself." on 16:42:06 03/20/01 Tue She closes her eyes for a second, breathing in the sweet, cold air and hovering for a suspended moment on the warm updraft, strongly contrasting the biting air around her. Her sharp eyes open again, she falls out of her hover into a tiny swoop then continues her circling. With a start, Sirith realizes that the subject of her half-thoughts is looking up at her. Something jumps inside her, and in the silent air a cloud envelops her. For a few surreal seconds, the gryphon is alone in a damp white universe, then she ducks below and begins her descent, feeling oddly warm despite the condensation nearly drenching her barely-blue feathers. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]