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Date Posted: 17:13:29 05/22/01 Tue
Author: Ralkene, green Kiarath, and flits Twitter, Fenris, and Lyric
Subject: The green lands, lowering herself to allow her rider to dismount...

It's a rather ungraceful process, considering that she had a flit in each hand, while trying to balance a third upon her shoulder. As her lifemate turns to leave, Ralkene glances her way. "Where are you going?" To watch the flight, if you don't mind. I would like to see how it's done; perhaps I will fly one day. "Sure, just tell me what happens! I'd like to see who catches M'kir's green, since he was supposed to be teaching us in the first place." She laughs quietly, remembering their mixup. She is brought back to reality as Lyric, her gold fit, chirps anxiously. Despite her hunger, she remains composed and calm, looking about with an expression of mild amusement. Chirping along with her is a bronze hatchling, Fenris. His voice is loud, echoing throughout the room, telling all that he wanted food, and wanted it NOW!!. The last of these, Twitter, raises his gaze, doing what he was well-named for. His tiny jaws emit a warble of pleading, asking for desperately needed food. Rider makes her way to the Table, grabbing several meat rolls, pasties, over looked bread crusts, anything that came to hand. Unable to get something for herself, as she is fully occupied with the process of feeding each flit. Each eats in content, too busy with their meal to cause much trouble. Ralkene smiles, watching them quietly. A handful, no doubt.

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