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Date Posted: 13:17:14 10/13/05 Thu
Author: D'ctor - Whoth
Subject: Hmmn.
In reply to: D'minic, Raz 's message, ">~<" on 11:18:34 10/13/05 Thu

D'ctor stuffs his hands into his pockets, putting on as much a show of authority as possible. And, let's face it, he's sharding good at that. He steps up to the younger rider, eyes narrow and face stern. And, like a vulture around a corpse, he begins to circle, gaze never leaving D'minic's form.

'Saw through that, eh? Well, it was a test.' Right. He has spotted the interest on the lad's face, though.

Whoth, stop gorging and get up here.

The whooshing of wings can be heard outside as the bronze takes off from the grassy plain of the bowl and ascends to the weyr. His glittering body alights upon the ledge, whirling green eyes inspecting D'minic. What?

He wants to come. What do you think of him? He would lapse physically into silence, though the younger rider may recognise the faraway look of mental conversation.

He's very eager; it's a little annoying. Calm him down. You know. Interrogate him a little. The lanky bronze sounds a bit cross. He takes a few steps inside to reach the dip of his couch, where he sprawls. D'ctor, on the other hand, stops behind D'minic to close the door softly. He returns to the front in a few quick steps and crosses his arms behind his back.

'Anything that goes between you and I shall not be leaked, you hear? I am a Wingleader, I have connections.' He attempts to sound as dangerous as possible. (It's really just dead sexy.) He pauses for confirmation, then continues. 'Yes, I'm leaving. We're going to an island a ways off. We think a new Weyr could be formed there.'

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>~< -- D'minic, Ulyssanth, Homer, Raz, Vala, 12:05:26 10/14/05 Fri