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Date Posted: 12:02:36 06/17/05 Fri
Author: T'gan & Chuth, Kestor, Westar, Tresta
Subject: *kills Voy* The board did this funky reload thing while I was typing, sorry!
In reply to: T 's message, ">~<" on 12:00:52 06/17/05 Fri

Sighing to himself, T'gan slips into the Lower Caverns, Kestor and Westar perched on his shoulders and Tresta cradled in the crook of his arm. It's not an unhappy sigh, more of a satisfied one, and he smiles to himself as he searches for a table. I'm glad we didn't miss the queen's hatching, he decides, remembering Chuth's joyous bugle at the first sight of a golden hide upon the Sands, and a second when the little gold had Impressed. Most of the bronzes had bugled, actually; they valued their queens. T'gan had applauded as well, all the while berating himself for coming so late to the Hatching.

Kamariath, Chuth says suddenly, and T'gan's eyes automatically skate upwards, even though he can't see the bronze perched on the heights above him through all the layers of rock. That was her name. He seems quite pleased with himself for remembering. And it wasn't your fault we were late; I wanted to finish my bath.

T'gan smiles. /All right. It wasn't my fault./ They'd been arguing good-naturedly over that subject earlier, but right now he's in too good a mood to even pretend to fight. Hatchings always lift his spirits. Well, almost always - the Impressions themselves had been cheering at the green Hatching, but the bronzerider is still stubbornly convinced that the whole fiasco was an undesirable event. Brushing those thoughts out of his mind, he eyes the crowd, skimming over half-familiar faces in search of a few specific riders. Akema! he exclaims to himself, spying his sister, and begins to make his way towards her. He won't spend the whole evening with her, because it always grates on her nerves when his big-brother instincts kick in and deprive her of flirting opportunities, but he could drop by long enough to say hello before looking for the person he really wants to see. Then he sees A'rak heading in the same direction and shakes his head. No, she may want some time alone with him. In fact, the greenrider has spotted A'rak now and is beckoning him closer, though her expression- Oh, no, T'gan says feverently to himself. I'm not getting involved in that, whatever it is. He knows that look, and knows from long experience that it doesn't bode well. Back to his original quest. D'ctor should be here, he tells himself hopefully, scanning the crowd for the familiar head of curly white hair. The older bronzerider has gotten him a bit excited about their adventure, and he wants to talk if D'ctor is up for it.

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