Very very very late. But you still need to post R'ven, so we're even. Or something. -- The Watchwher Caves

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Date Posted: 12:40:52 05/05/05 Thu
Author: Telomm - Brown Wher
Subject: Very very very late. But you still need to post R'ven, so we're even. Or something.
In reply to: Manethenre 's message, "Am I late?" on 15:12:26 04/27/05 Wed

( And in the morning, Letimira will briefly show up to give him his egg. That'll really teach him to maneouver in the dark; he won't even know its colour! XD )

Telomm draws his knees up to his chest. He's still trying vainly to see in the pure darkness, grey-blue eyes spread very widely open. Then Yima's addressing him, and his face flushes with red heat at her correction. Of course it was Master. How could he be so foolish? At her third statement, he swallows, eyes looking to where he somehow knew his wher was sleeping. New handler?.. but she said to wait. I can wait.

'Yes, thank you, Master Yima.'

At this, the young boy recludes. He rests his head against his knobbly knees. His eyes fall shut and he dozes, but he manages to catch himself each time he drifts off. The sudden arrival of a new wher and handler are enough to keep Telomm awake, though. What was her name? Gisk? No, that was her wher, she was Ghys. Listening to Yimask assert her authority fascinates him, as well; the gold sounded so firm and dominant, even though he couldn't understand her. Or could he? What was understanding, in any case? A little smile plays across his lips.

A second newcomer. The boy could by differentiate the sounds of a person and the four-foot scraping of a watchwher. This one was a lone human, and he drew his breath in sharply. Telomm scoots a little bit closer to his sleeping brown, until bony fingers feel pliable hide beneath them, rising and falling so regularly.

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