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Date Posted: 19:35:00 03/28/05 Mon
Author: A'dian & Vitaliath, Arbol
Subject: [Reply to A'lan's post in the now-Weyrling Barracks....]

While A'lan takes care of Vitaliath, A'dian drowses, becoming less fretful as his beloved dragon's comfort is restored. He rouses quickly at their return, though, and his smile is much less strained and forced when he sees the gleam of his dragon's grass-green hide. "Beautiful," he states definitively, giving A'lan a grateful look. "Th-thank you, we r-really appreciate it."

Rumbling in agreement, Vitaliath bumps A'lan's shoulder gently with her muzzle, then extends her long neck to meet A'dian's extended hand. After that brief contact, she steps back and strolls nonchalantly over to her couch, her eyes whirling with amused green. Those same eyes turn on Hroth, and the general impression one gets from the green is that of a smug smirk. She doesn't say anything, though, knowing when to hold her tongue. If she pushes Hroth too far, she'll undo half her hard work.

"Herb oi-oil?" A'dian repeats, not quite doubtfully, as he eyes A'lan. Then he pauses, something clicking in his sickness-slowed brain, and his eyes glaze over for a moment. Shaking himself out of that train of thought before he starts drooling or something, he nods jerkily, a deep blush turning his face bright red. "I'd l-like that, if y-you don't mind.... It might h-help." And even if it doesn't... well. How could he pass up a chance to have A'lan's hands all over him?

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