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Date Posted: 07:47:56 12/01/05 Thu
Author: Mikhal
Subject: >~<
In reply to: Zeara /Zearask/ 's message, "Drain the pressure from the swelling" on 16:09:33 11/25/05 Fri

((I'm sorry I took so long to reply - I was scrambling to finish up my NaNoWriMo story, and didn't want to post until I'd done so. Which I did, with 28 minutes to spare! ^_^))

Listening closely to Zeara's instructions, Mikhal nods frequently, more to himself than because he imagines she can possibly see him in this darkness. Occupied with trying to remember and memorize what she's telling him, he doesn't realize that Zearask has stopped, and runs up into the bronze. Giving a soft cry, the young man leaps away, hoping that Zearask won't take offense and react by trying to claw him or something. He still remember's Yimask's apparent bad-temperedness, when he'd first shown up in the entrance cave. But he doesn't bother to react, and Mikhal stifles laughter when Zeara starts insulting her wher. She's obviously close to the watch-wher, and he envies her bond while at the same time hoping that he will someday be just as close to Misk. The "little man" makes him wince a little, but there's more wryness in his reaction than anything else. He's overly small for his age and he knows it; he'll probably always be small. And the one problem with being a wher-handler, he's realizing, is that in the dark no one can even see the traces of beard stubble that he feels when he runs his hand over his chin to check if it's started growing there yet. It has been a while since he'd last shaved. But that's hardly a disadvantage large enough to abandon Misk for - his mind rebels at the very thought - and it's not like it makes him look that much older anyway, so Mikhal shrugs wearily and fumbles his way to the seat Zeara had suggested. "If he's Zearask," Mikhal says tentatively, "then you're really close, right? That's what Master Yima said, that the more of your name is in theirs, the closer you are. But Misk is already named, and that's only a bit of my name. Does that mean I'm always going to be farther from him than you are from Zearask?"

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Whoa, way to much Green Day running through my mind right now -- Zeara /Zearask/, 15:13:32 12/01/05 Thu
- >~< -- Mikhal, 09:24:46 12/09/05 Fri
  - Behind these hazel eyes -- Zeara /Zearask/, 17:27:36 01/01/06 Sun