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Date Posted: 15:29:34 04/08/05 Fri
Author: D'ctor ( Adric )
Subject: woosh! i punches u 699 time in 1 second!

D'ctor shoots a look at H'rrison when he approaches the map, yet he's told off by Emma, and the older bronzerider gives him a smug look, looking more childlike than anything. He then starts to pace, before migrating to his bedside and picking up an odd-coloured lump of brown firelizard. Adric squawks at being awakened. Adric, where's Romana?

glowbasket. green seaglass. sun. romana, wings spread.

D'ctor puts the images together and determines that his young green had taken off for her first flight. The rider strokes the eyeridges of the small brown, who croons, eyes whirling softly blue before he slips back into sleep. D'ctor, who is by now dawdling on purpose, settles the flit back onto the bed, before facing the younger riders.

'Well, come here.'

He beckons them over to T'gan's largest map. It is a rough one of Benshing Island, though there are many blank spots. Just for trivia, he mumbles to them, 'T'bel and Quilth are.. had been.. working on a better one. But that's of little concern.' Long, spindly, deft fingers instead land on a tiny speck of an island in the top left of the hide.

'That, my associates, is our destination.'

The white-maned bronzerider waits for their reactions before filling them in further.

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