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Date Posted: 20:29:08 12/06/04 Mon
Author: Gisella, Ren :|: D'minic
Subject: >You called?<
In reply to: Wessae~Shrineth 's message, "Gisella..." on 18:49:01 12/05/04 Sun

Two brown firelizards, so nearly identical in their extrordinarily average appearances that only their human can properly tell them apart, have been fluttering through the Lower Caverns all day, speeding back and forth with messages for the Headwoman - and more importantly, visibly serving as her eyes and ears to keep the workers on task. One of these hears his human's name called and flitters closer, quickly recognizing Wessae as one of the very important people that he must always pay attention to her. He circles her head, giving a quick chirp to assure her that she's been heard, then vanishes {between} with a flip of his wings.

A minute later, Gisella rushes from the back rooms, sending off a final white-robed form with a gentle shove and an encouraging word. Without pausing as the child leaves her, she strides over to the Weyrwoman, giving the frazzled-looking goldrider a sympathetic smile. "Ren says you called for me. How can I help you, Weyrwoman?" she asks. While waiting for an answer, she gestures to a dark-complexioned young man nearby, a brownrider trying to creep out the door with a bubbly pie before he's noticed. "D'minic, put that back in the kitchen, that's for the Feast, and get the Weyrwoman a cup of {klah}. Jump to it, boy!"

With his inordinate fondness for food, D'minic has found himself dealing with Gisella quite a lot, and by now knows better than to disobey when she's in THIS mood. Flushing guiltily, he rushes off to obey, returning the bubbly pie to the cooling rack where he'd found it and scooping up a cup of {klah} for Wessae. Returning, he sets the mug on the table. "Here you go, Weyrwoman," he mumbles hurriedly, than rushes away before he can get commandeered for anything more.

"Drink this," Gisella says kindly as she pushes the mug towards Wessae, not quite making it an order. "You look like you need it. Now, what did you need from me?"

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