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Date Posted: 12:49:51 12/23/01 Sun
Author: Wessae~Shrineth~Doe
Subject: Doe wakes first, cocking her head softly to one side and uttering a soft cheep.

Still in her dress, the young woman grumbles in her sleep and rolls over, waving away any mention of waking. A thought seeps into her dreams, the feast was still on, and she wakes unwillingly. Stretching and arching her back to relieve it of morning creaks, she glances around at her surroundings. Shrineth stirs beside her, shaking her slim muzzle in disbelief.

Do you remember coming in, last night?

"Vaguely," her rider answers through another slow yawn. Glancing down, she notices she is still clothed in her dress and she groans slightly. "One thing's for sure, I'm changing." Finding some old riding garb in the closet adjacent to the weyr, she carefully hangs the dress after slipping into the more comfortable clothing. Stifling a final yawn, she holds out a wrist for the flit who springs onto it and twines her tail around the forearm for assured balance.

Well, should we head back? Shrineth yawns, a faint musical chime heard in the sound. Standing, the woman notes that the young one was already growing, stretching pliable limbs and wings in all directions.

"Let's go." She nods affirmatively, stepping out and towards the main Weyr with her head held high and her dragon at her side.

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