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Date Posted: 16:13:58 12/02/04 Thu
Author: D'ctor - Whoth ( Romana and Adric )
Subject: My, my..
In reply to: T'gan & Chuth, Kestor 's message, ">Look who's back!<" on 21:46:40 12/01/04 Wed

D'ctor finds himself rubbing his arms slightly with the opposite hands. In truth, he's chilled to the bone, though he's not ready to admit that. A sculpted emerald head pokes out from the folds of his thick flying jacket, chirrllling at the other human. The man stuffs Romana back into his coat, knowing full well she'd try to sneak past T'gan and Kestor to see the clutching green. The little flit squawks indignantly and D'ctor chuckles softly. 'How very odd.. can't say I'm too happy with it. Oh, yes, a hatching may be a hatching, but what if other greens get the idea that they can fly, too? We'd be overrun in the matter of a year.' He shakes his head, trapped curls wiggling about at his nape and forehead. Only now does he accept his extreme grottiness, coldness, and discomfort.

'Ah, my dear T'gan, I will perhaps be able to alleviate you of your boredom when I return. Whoth and my firelizards need general care, and I wouldn't say no to a bath, either.'

He chortles softly and rubs his chin, flaking away a few crusty layers of salt. 'It's good to be back,' he admits in a low, nostalgic voice to the other bronzerider. Sweeping his arm in an emphatic goodbye, he backs his way to the steps leading up to the ridge, before spinning about and jogging up to Whoth. The smallish dragon rumbles a soft greeting to Chuth, before a mighty downsweep sends the pair of them into the blackening sky and swinging down to their weyr.

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