A brown flit looking at the end of his little rope creels distractedly as he lands on A'rak -- The Weyrling Barracks

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Date Posted: 13:28:26 01/01/02 Tue
Author: Sorvax
Subject: A brown flit looking at the end of his little rope creels distractedly as he lands on A'rak
In reply to: A'rak~Kadoth~Velvet 's message, "~^~" on 09:24:46 01/01/02 Tue

Depositing a note matter-of-factly the boy he waits for a response, muttering angrily. The note unfolds to read in a hasitly scrawled handwriting:

~Alarak,
We're here! Dad's the Master Herdsman and me'n Jent (you remember him, right? Herding day?) are helping out. Essie came home safe, she'd had a bad fright but she's back now. I want to know how you and Sae are doing at Igen, so's I wrote to you. Sorvax is probably impatient right now, so a quick reply would be nice. Let me know how things went, or pay us a visit sometime!
Your Brother,
Mylak~

Tied to the flit is a fresh scrap of wherhide and a pen stylus for writing, which he extends pointedly toward his 'customer.'

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