Very, very, very, very late. -- The Rider Weyrs

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Date Posted: 12:26:44 05/05/05 Thu
Author: D'ctor - Whoth ( Adric )
Subject: Very, very, very, very late.

( Let's say this is the beginning of the hatching. XD; )

D'ctor nods slowly. 'Yes, I think I remember your Impression, actually. Fordth came from the clutch Kylith left behind on the sands, right?' He presses his fingertips together, and turns to face the large window on his wall. A frown passes over his flexible features.

'The winds.. they were from a storm. Whoth and I didn't encoutner them steadily. I doubt they'll be a problem. And remember, I hit my head and couldn't remember what the Weyr looked like. But, come,' he adds when Whoth whispers something excitedly to him, and launches from his weyr down to the bowl. The rider's arm extends and beckons them to come closer. 'Look down to the sands and tell me what you see.' Candidates gathering, that's what! 'I expect to see you, if not on the sands watching then in the lower caverns afterwards. We must find T'gan eventually, too.'

D'ctor smiles and scoops the sleeping brown into his velveteen arms, cradling the firelizard to a protective chest. He sees both youths out, before making his lonely path down to the caverns.

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