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Date Posted: 12:06:18 01/14/05 Fri
Author: T'gan, Tresta
Subject: >~<
In reply to: D'ctor 's message, "Quiet" on 18:08:43 12/20/04 Mon

((I'm really sorry about that... I kinda got devoured by Real Life for a while there. >_< Every once in a while it takes priority.))

Waiting patiently for an answer once the other man finishes his meal, T'gan begins to wonder if D'ctor has fallen asleep at the table. Just as he's beginning to consider waking the older man, D'ctor comes to life again, and he releases a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding. D'ctor certainly deserves a rest, but T'gan is eager to hear about the other bronzerider's travels, and it had been a bit disappointing to think that he'd have to wait for another chance to ask. His eyes widen in understanding of D'ctor's stated motive for setting out, and he leans forward, resting his elbows on the table. One nearly lands on Tresta, half-asleep and sprawled out on the table, and she squeaks indignantly and coils the injured tail against herself as her human gives her an apologetic scratch. Then his attention returns entirely to D'ctor, who has begun to speak again. He shudders sympathetically at the mention of the storm; he and Chuth have been caught out in one or two before, but had always been above or just past the island and able to make ground before it got too bad. The thought of being hurled about by it the way D'ctor and Whoth had been is frankly terrifying, especially since those two are the only New Isle dragonriders to yet return from such an ordeal. The pause for breath is an obvious invitation for comments, and T'gan leaps to take advantage of the opportunity. "And there weren't any islands nearby? How long did it take you to find land?" Assuming D'ctor did, but the young man can't imagine having made it back if they hadn't found a place to rest for a while. Even bronze dragons have a point where they simply can't fly on.

((And to answer the question... Haven't been keeping track lately [Dad has a whole box of the Third Doctor, apparently], but I know a few titles mostly-for-sure: The Ambassadors of Death, The Planet of the Giant Spiders, and The Daemons.))

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