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Date Posted: 20:00:57 12/18/04 Sat
Author: D'ctor - Whoth ( Adric and Romana )
Subject: ( XD! )
In reply to: T'gan and company 's message, "((*mutters uncomplimentary things about Voy's lineage and the "clear" button*))" on 23:33:08 12/17/04 Fri

D'ctor resists the urge to rest his feet on the table - he's still very tired and the desire to lay back and sleep was great. However, he was more interested in talking to his old friend than to drift away into slumber. The antics of T'gan and the sudden fair of firelizards is regarded with soft chuckles and bright eyes. 'Well, at least they seem to like you. Imagine having all those with outstretched claws.' Romana feels the urge to strut her stuff to these newcomers, wings poofing out and looking particularly haughty, but a warning look from D'ctor persuades her to keep still.

The rider listens, trailing his chin with curled forefinger and thumb. 'Gisella, eh? Ah, definitely a newcomer. Yes, everything seems better organised now. That's a good thing.' He laughs and knits his fingers over his stomach, head dipping into a solemn bow. 'I was here for that. What a a hatching it was, too. I.. ah.. left a few days after that. Silly of me, really..' The man's voice grows distant, greyish eyes peering off into space. He breaks out of his reverie when Whoth's gentle mind nudges at his own. Curls sway as he nods, hands clapping together. 'Still training? Goodness, let's hope we can teach old dragons new tricks, eh? The greens'll be flying soon, hope we can get firestone in them in time.'

When T'gan continues, D'ctor settles into a quiet peace before offering his two cents. 'Ah, yes. Watchwhers! Odd little things, but not without their charm.' Whoth grumbles softly, tail flicking against a rock. The man reassures his bronze that he'd always be the best to him. Under his breath, he murmurs 'spoiled, arrogant brat, fishing for compliments' knowing the dragon would full well hear him. The bronze does indeed, but responds only with a vocal laugh, echoing from high above on the ridge.

'Whers and dolphins! That's a good thing. Too many dragonriders is still too many dragonriders, and I'm glad some people are trying other things.' He watches the younger rider's face change and grins broadly. 'Ah, my dear young man, I do indeed wish you well. I'm too old for that, myself. Never did try it, though.. not my style, or Whoth's.' The man's face lights up, however, at the presence of food. He helps himself to a heaping plate of wherry and bread as well as two bubbly pies and a fresh mug of klah. D'ctor salutes T'gan, grinning, before digging into his meal with great ardour and a much smaller amount of respect than his friend.

( Hinthint: Ask D'ctor about where he went. >:D )

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