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Date Posted: 21:20:28 11/09/03 Sun
Author: Trag
Subject: ~Abandoned~
In reply to: Litania 's message, "Gold flit eggs...(daniel/daneil)" on 15:20:56 11/09/03 Sun

Trag walked out onto the beaches, planning to go for a swim. He was tall, especially for a nine year old, standing at over five feet, with his short brownish hair blowing about lightly in the wind. Actually, that was only the pretense he'd told his foster-mother; she was proud that he was such a strong swimmer, and allowed him to go out to the ocean whenever he desired, so long as his chores were done. Why he was really here, however, was a reason anyone who had ever been a little boy could understand. He wanted to catch a flit. Impress he reminded himself sternly. Flits couldn't be caught, but with food you could entice one to you. And he'd heard that there was a clutch here. It had taken him all morning to get his chores done, but now it was mid-afternoon, and with the large bag of wherry he had snuck from the kitchen drudges he had been working with beating against his thin side, he made his way as quickly as his long strides would carry him to the alleged strip of shore, hoping there'd be an egg left for him. So hurriedly was he traveling, though, that he nearly tripped over a root, and as he swerved and spun, hopping about to try and catch his balance, and managed to, after leaning forward precariously on his toes and waving his arms about franticly. He fell backwards, wincing at the impact on his rump, and stared in front of him as he saw what was now on a level with his line-of-sight. It was a gold fire lizard! And she had eggs! Caught up by his own clumsy limbs, he dug franticly in his bag and produced a large hunk of forest-wherry, which had a better taste than the old sea-wherry, and offered it to her as a bribe for one of her eggs. He wanted a flit so badly; it seemed he was the only one at the Weyr who didn't have one, though he knew that wasn't true.

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