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Date Posted: 09:06:28 01/01/02 Tue
Author: Channa, Wrelth, Seye
Subject: =-=
In reply to: D'tir and Kuvoth 's message, "*The brownrider smiles* "Alrighty then, I think we can begin now,... and dont worry A'rak I'll catch Sae and any others up when they get here."" on 02:09:47 01/01/02 Tue

*Seeing Kalya order her flit away, Channa deems it a good idea and shoos Seye off her shoulder. Mildly offended, the brown finds a perch somewhere nearby, settling to watch. Then, as D'tir begins speaking, she leans forward, one hand against Wrelth's shoulder, and listens intently. Training is a one-time thing, one lesson that will last you throughout your life... the young rider does not intend to let herself slack off! She takes the gear, already wearing the softer-textured wherhide shirt and short leggings. Hopping from one foot to the other, she slips into the pants, buckles them ((assuming we have belts, and we do have helmets, I believe)), and slides into the jacket. Immediately, she shakes her head. -Wow. I think the temperature just went up. A lot.- Blinking, the girl ignores the suddenly bright sun. Igen was always warm, but this...! Helmet dangling from one hand, she continues to listen, watching D'tir and then T'yin fasten their straps and then mount. Biting her lip to supress a giggle at T'yin's example, she wonders if that hurt, but turns her thoughts to her own dragon. "Alright Wrelth, let's do this," she murmurs quietly, setting her helmet down to secure the straps. That does not feel right. -Loose or tight?- They slip. Nodding thoughtfully, Channa tightens them until they seem snug against Wrelth's deep blue hide. -That good?- I think so. It feels good. With a grin, she tugs on the straps for a moment more, before assuring herself that they were close to perfect. "Bend your forearm, Wrelth?" she murmurs politely, and the blue obliges. -I think this is more important for larger colors,- she giggles mentally, stepping up and swinging her leg around, careful not to kick her lifemate. After a moment of staring at the rest of the straps, she figures out how to connect them and straps herself in, twisting carefully around and then tightening. Realizing she forgot her helmet on the ground, she groans, before Seye flits over, latches onto the strap, and lifts it to her. "Why, thank you, Seye," she says happily, placing the helmet over her short hair, glad again for her boyish hairstyle. Snapping the single strap, she looks at D'tir expectantly, grinning. "Ready!" she announces as Wrelth fidgets under her. -Whoa! Don't do that.- Why not? -Well, warn me next time.- The dragonet seems confused as to why, but says nothing, only holds his place as his spine accustoms itself to Channa's weight on his shoulders.*

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~^~ -- A'rak~Kadoth~Velvet, 09:24:46 01/01/02 Tue
- A brown flit looking at the end of his little rope creels distractedly as he lands on A'rak -- Sorvax, 13:28:26 01/01/02 Tue