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Date Posted: 01:04:11 09/17/03 Wed
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Okay, lemme get this straight
Az, Hikari, Kael, Ari and Sam are somwhere in the vicinity of the northern flats and sauropolis
Tamith, Ava, Dylan, Rico, Tates, Gareth, Mathaira and some others I’ve probably forgotten are in Chandara
Cl. Wexler and Atlas are just outside Chandara and
Lucas, Jebar, Tony and the un-named sailors (where did they all get to by the way) are in various locations around the flats
Raymond and his wing are in Waterfall City
If I got anything wrong, please correct me, it’s hard to be accurate at a brief glance. Anyways, in the light of the recent problem with my posts, I’ve asked Az to kill the two ones that are in conflict and I am now back in Chandara. Right. Hit the restart button and let’s get going again.
Gareth sat moodily on his bed, fingering Shaura quietly, pinging his nails against the razor blade of the katana. It had taken them most of the night to half wrestle and half coerce dylan back to the inn and the boy was still making so much noise that not even Gareth could get to sleep. He folded his cloak on the bedside and stepped out onto the balcony, looking up into the pale light of the moon. Gareth always felt more peaceful at night, the quiet sounds of waves crashing in the distance and the silvery feel of the night air calming his normally bouncing thoughts to a slow, meditative consistency. He turned everything Dylan had said over in his mind, analysing even the tone of the boy’s voice. He wondered what he should do, every muscle in his body was aching to just sprint out of the Inn and head for the flats at a good pace. He couldn’t figure it out. How had Dylan’s cuts healed, how had he figured out something that might be happening over a hundred miles away. Gareth sighed, it was to much for him to ponder on. There was no rational explanation he could come to, short of breaking every scientific law he had ever heard of.
He was about to turn around when he felt a hand lightly touch his shoulder. Before he could stop himself he ducked downwards, spun and placed a tightened finger spread on the person’s larynx. Tamith almost fell over backwards as she stepped back, glaring angrily
“What was that for!?”
“Sorry, force of habit. Try not to sneak up on me like that, I didn’t even hear you coming. Must be losing my touch.”
“You’re going to lose something else more important if you don’t watch it there, you almost gave me a heart attack!”
“I’ll try not to next time. I can’t promise anything though, old habits die hard and you had to be quick in the colonies”
Tamith raised an eyebrow inquiringly “colonies?”
“oh! No, don’t worry about it. Long time ago. Anyway, why did you come sneaking into my room in the middle of the night?”
Tamith fingered her throat “not long enough, evidently. I wanted you to come up to Dylan’s room and talk to him. Goodness knows what’s gone wrong with him, but I’m worried about him. He almost threw himself out the window at one point and it’s taking all Liquidfire can do to keep him from running straight back to the flats. I don’t know what it is, but something’s gone seriously wrong. I’ve never seen him like this before. I thought you might be able to help, considering you’re sort of the official caretaker for the region” Gareth sighed
“Okay, I’ll have a talk to him. I’m not going to get much sleep anyway with this racket going on. With that he walked to the door and opened it, turning to Tamith as he left
“And I’d appreciate it if you could figure out some sort of search party if you really think it’s that bad, we can’t rely on the skycore, they have more important things to do and the Chandarans are still clearing up after the storm. I think it’s going to be just us and maybe a few of the others if possible. Oh, and I might be able to find a little help around here somewhere if we need it”
In the centre of the city paki’tar stood on the steps of the senate house of Chandara, gazing into the floodlit depths of the great fountain that was the heart of Chandara. Neptune stared haughtily down from his lofty position, gouts of brilliant water shooting from his upraised trident. The deinonychus was troubled. In his entire speakership he had never received a group of Dolphinbacks before and now he received a message that Dylan had been discovered swimming in the ocean in the middle of the night yelling that they were all going to die. He wondered briefly why this sort of thing always happened to him. First storms then prophets. What next?
He sighed and walked back into the senate, the huge building brilliantly lit, as always, by the small sunstone that sat in its Atlas cradle in the roof of the foyer. A few humans and dinosaurs were still visible in the balconies, either engaged in a book or meditating, though some were praying in the small booths near the roof. The senate house was not only the political heart of Chandara, but the social, educational and religious one also.
He felt completely exhausted after spending the day and most of the night alternately organising aid for the town, aiding in the repairs himself or welcoming the new arrivals to his city. Paki wandered back into his office and sat down on his couch, pulling a roll of parchment from under his desk as he did so. Producing a quill from the leather harness he usually wore, he began to write a quick letter to the authorities in Sauropolis, asking them for a few supplies needed for the repair of the sauropod barn and alerting them to the coming of another group of Dolphinbacks. That done, he got up, rubbed his eyes and promptly collapsed to the ground, wheezing gently in his sleep
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