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Date Posted: 09:02:33 09/16/05 Fri
Author: T'bel and Quilth
Subject: omg.. it lives... *happy squee*

Kindly green eyes meet B’nederra’s as he approaches, T’bel’s hand extending forward to offer a sturdy congratulatory shake. “Greetings and congratulations Wingleader B’nederra.” A wry smile curves at the edge of his mouth as T’bel notices the platter of food still held in B’nederra’s other hand, “Enjoy your meal, friend.” He then inclines his head away from the Wingleader, partially to allow Wessae her turn to speak with him, but also to see if he can catch a glimpse of another whose position had just been announced. For a long moment he sees no one he had been looking for, but instead catches a glimpse of a woman armed with a dagger lingering deliberately close to the table. Quilth’s emotional reaction is immediate, a wave of alarm for his rider’s safety rushing through the connection between them and sending an instinctual adrenaline rush surging to the Weyrleader’s mind. He clears it with a shake of the head, heartrate returning to normal only as he assured his dragon that all would be well.

And it would have to be, for D’ctor was suddenly there in an instant. T’bel forced a grin at the lofty speech presented by the Wingleader, and continued to smile even as the man departed just as quickly as he had arrived. A second later his mind made the connection that the appointment of rank had been rejected, and again his dragon’s prescence made itself known – this time the sensation of a solid mental brace prepared against an expected burst of indignant fury. T’bel almost expected it himself, but in being aware of that expectation, recognized that it was not going to come.

Speak to her. She’s affecting you.

‘So it would seem.’

T’bel whispered a promise to return shortly in Wessae’s ear before rising and walking quietly over to Yima, his eyes flicking down to her dagger once and in that moment deliberately touching his own weapon concealed beneath the finery he wore for the feast. His eyes then lifted politely, “Do you wish to speak to me?” The Weyrleader paused slightly, then continued in a softer tone, his eyes indicating her weapon once more, “If this is not the location, I am willing to talk elsewhere.”

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