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Date Posted: 22:03:43 07/01/05 Fri
Author: V'gor(Tranth) %Relor%
Subject: Never far from Home Peaceful trust

((Trying to get everyone with a fixed subject title, therefore experimenting...yeah, please be patient.))

Do you think Valor's all right? I haven't seen her since Shrineth's flight.
Most likely. And I am sorry I didn't win. It's just that I went in thinking that I was going to have to kill Rikkith if he won, and...sort of lost my focus.
I know, love. I know. I was thinking of the various ways to throttle R'ko, as well.
The bronze rider was dressed in nondescript grey- one might almost think he had just come from exploring- whihc was nearly true. Most of V'gor's clothes now were like that, so it made little difference as to what exactly he was wearing. But he could have probably put some effort forth for the Hatching Feast. After a moment of consideration, V'gor shook his head. Too much pinching, prodding, and other stuff that the tailors seemed to love. Too much of it for his tastes.
"Come on, Relor. Let's go find ourselves a seat." The thirty-nine Turn old bronzerider shifted the baby slightly, so that he could see where they were going- the baby, not the rider.

Hmm...looks like everywhere's full. Except that table, mused V'gor, before heading for that table. The table he referred to was the table usually claimed by the gang/group called the 'Weyrbrats'. Hmph. He'd leave them alone if they left him and his alone. Far too bouncy, and noisy, anyways. He took a seat near the wall, and settled Relor on his knee. The baby gurgled happily, neverminding that his mother waa still not talking to his father. Last he heard, at least. A drudge stopped by, somewhat harried-looking, and asked what he'd like to eat, somewhat shrilly. Seeing all the hustle and bustle, he could imagine the stress the staff was going through.
"Just some herdbeast meat, wine, and a bubbly pie afterwards."
His favourite Hatching meal, which was little more than an elaboration on his usually meal, save for that he usually didn't drink wine with it. And the bubbly pie was a dinner thing, not something he had very often.
The drudge nodded, and rushed off. V'gor dug in the bag Valor had made him carry, and found the glass bottle full of milk. Her instructions were very clear. "Use the bottle with the red cloth tied to the end only for emergencies. It has Fellis laced into it. The others are all fine, just be sure to test the temperature. And for Elith's sake, don't give it to him if it spoils!"
Pregnancy had been good for his sister, had given her some purpose. He adored his nephew- he had never had children of his own, so he was learning, more so than his sister. she had helped raise children before.


((Sis wants comp, have to end here.))

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