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Date Posted: 12/19/07 2:59pm
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Dane
Subject: Inside
In reply to: Bree 's message, "inside" on 12/19/07 2:51pm

(He huffed as carried on about how she would know if there was something wrong with the whelps, or if her headaches were affecting them. Well of course she would, Durgan would have known by now too. He had checked the whelps out weekly since they had left the keep and always said they were mroe than healthy and that he had no idea what was causing her headaches. And that, above all else was what had him worried.) I ken well enough that they are fine, lass.. Durgan has said so many a time.. and ye ken well enough because ye are connected to them. (He frowned, even as she kissed him in a very dragonish manner. His expression was unsettled, brows furrowed and tension lined his body as she started to groom him back. It seemed she was always trying to tell him the whelps were fine, as though he were upset with her for being uncomfortable or having a headache because the whelps were more important. Well, hell, when had she picked up on that idea? He pondered for a while, lowering his head to her shoulder again, nuzzling into her side until he realized that he had really given her no reason to think otherwise.. since he had only really talked about the whelps since they had left. His head came up as if he had been shocked by something, and he narrowed his gaze at her.) Ye do ken that ti ye that I am fashin' o'er, aye? Nay the whelps.. I ken they are fine, lass.. I just dinnae ken what is causing yer headaches and I dinnae like thinking of ye in pain. (He looked down a little, so that he was looking somewhere between her collarbone and her jaw.) I could nae stand it if anything were to happen to ye, lass.. I've come to rely on ye being in my life, ken.. and it hurts to think about ye nae being here with me. (He was dancing around the topic, unsure of saying the words, because it scared him.)

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inside -- Bree, 12/20/07 11:04am
- Inside -- Dane, 12/20/07 11:17am
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    - Inside -- Dane, 12/21/07 8:53pm
      - inside -- Bree, 12/21/07 9:05pm
        Inside -- Dane, 12/21/07 9:14pm
        inside -- Bree, 12/21/07 9:23pm
        Inside -- Dane, 12/21/07 9:34pm