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Date Posted: 00:18:34 01/16/05 Sun
Author: T'gan & Chuth, Kestor, Westar, Tresta
Subject: >~<
In reply to: D'ctor ( Romana and Adric ) 's message, "Ex.. trada.. ?" on 23:14:40 01/14/05 Fri

Nodding in agreement with D'ctor's preference, T'gan stands, reaching and tapping each of his dozing firelizards on the head. His sister's small fair has vanished, but as his three wake, he still has to scoop Tresta into the crook of his arm to prevent her from sitting on his head, as the bigger males have claimed his shoulders and made clear how little they want to share their perches. There's a slightly conspiratorial expression on his face by now, though he quickly wipes it away as soon as he realizes. T'gan isn't accustomed to sneaking around or being secretive, but he's finding it an unexpectedly fulfilling experience. "The fourth level," he corrects, allowing himself to be propelled away from the table. /Chuth? I need a lift to the weyr. D'ctor and Whoth will be coming up too,/ he calls to his dragon. "It's quickest to fly up there," he adds, leading the way outside. "There's stairs, but they aren't easy to get to." The young man prefers it that way.

Chuth circles lazily in to a landing in front of the entrance to the Lower Caverns, landing with a distinct thump that makes his rider wince and blinking sleepily at T'gan and D'ctor. I was asleep, you know, the bronze complains good-naturedly, but it's clear he doesn't really mind. He would have had to leave the heights for their weyr at some point anyway. Bending a leg to make mounting easier, he waits patiently for T'gan to climb on.

Grabbing a harness strap one-handed to avoid dislodging the little green firelizard held close by the other arm, T'gan climbs onto his dragon's back and scratches the rich red-bronze shoulder affectionately. /Give Whoth room, now,/ he says, more for the sake of talking to his dragon than anything else, and Chuth launches himself into the air, spiraling away to give the older bronze room.

((Er... either you can just post in the barracks next, or you can reply to this and I'll post there next. Up to you.))

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