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Date Posted: 20:06:35 02/22/03 Sat
Author: P'milo and Torlenth
Subject: Bwahaha... o,o
In reply to: Korea 's message, "Shards! I disappear for twelve hours and all you people just show up! Dah!" on 19:45:45 02/22/03 Sat

While making their way around dunes and driftwood, Torlenth noses his lifemate's clothing. You need a new hide. This one is all patched and ragged. P'milo laughs heartily, fingering his worn and undeniably crudely-made tunic and breeches. "I agree with you there, dear heart. I think that there's a wardrobe waiting for us in a weyr. When we get to the Barracks, we can find a personal weyr of our own, you can sleep in your very own dragoncouch, and I'll change and probably take a nap as well. Then maybe, we can watch the rest of the Hatching, if we're not too late." Sounds good. The hatchling yawns, displaying pearly-sharp teeth and weaving in his gait, bumping consistently into his rider's hip. P'milo smiles adoringly at his bronze, left hand unmoving on the dragonet's shoulder.

And then they merge with the gaggle around the dainty little queen, the youth making a point to bow to S'arn, an older rider. "You guys walk fast," he mumbles to Sitara and Th'ta, grinning sheepishly as his fisherbrat twang slurs his words in a thick accent. Why did your voice change? Torlenth wants to know, nudging his rider's stomach with his muzzle. -My accent. It comes and goes... usually popping up when I least expect it.- The bronzerider chuckles, before bowing lightly to Korea.

"Hello little lady... may I have one of your wonderful eggs? A smaller one is fine, if you'd be so kind..."

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