Re-appearance -- The Weyrling Barracks

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Date Posted: 17:58:15 01/14/02 Mon
Author: Wessae~Shrineth~Doe
Subject: Re-appearance

Glancing around to make sure she isn't late or missing training, she and her dragon slink in, the softly luminous glow of Shrineth's eyes warming to her skin. Unsnagging her snatches of meatrolls and kitchen food, she lays it all out and grins. "Raided the tables, here. Thought everyone could use some. Come 'n get it. A'rak, I know you need some, you never remember to eat enough." Used to dealing with hungry siblings, she props an elbow on the gold's neck ridge and beams. "I thought since we have a break, I can teach Doe to take a letter." Hearing her name, the deep green flit cheeps softly and hops forward.

Want me to explain it to her? She's pretty smart.

"Could you, Shrineth?"

I would be happy to. Listen, little sister, take this note to....to...where? The slender muzzle pivots and the dragon's puzzlement makes her rider chuckle.

"To here." Shutting her eyes, she tries to invoke the sight of herd beasts and a mental picture of her father. "And if you get lost, you can come back to Shrineth, no problem!" Nodding, little Doe waits for the girl to write her note hastily. "For Dad. Go on, give it a go, Doe." Leaping into the air, the flit zaps between in search of her customer. Chuckling, Wessae turns to Shrineth, who's neck twisiting and obvious gestures toward oil make the girl conceal a smile. "While we're waiting, I suppose I could do you a good oil."

About time. Shrineth grins and rumbles her delight as the oil sloshes over her methodically.

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