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Date Posted: 20:51:50 04/22/02 Mon
Author: Wessae~Shrineth * A'rak & Flits!
Subject: ~^~
In reply to: Kalya-Layath *Caer, Sirius* 's message, "~>~" on 14:11:46 04/21/02 Sun

"You trust him? I'm sorry, but that's a tad funny. Channa? You coming?" She cocks her head, a slight grin on her face. "A'rak, if you tickle me, I'll tell Shrineth to eat you when we get to the Table. Tickling is not good." She whistles to her green, who warbles back. "Doe, take Buck to the Table, teach Buck." In agreement, the dark green flickers between, and then back, cheeping encouragingly to the bron. He follows her the second time and they stay. "That's how flits stay off shoulders."

"I wouldn't dream of tickling you sister dear." He grins cunningly, twisting around to whisper loudly in Ky's ear. "It's okay, my sister can't cook either. Unless you call burning something until it's black cook- oof! Ow! Hey!" His speech is cut off by his sister elbowing him in the ribs. "I wasn't tickling you!" He complains, scowling. Love shrills angrily at Wessae, her little wings flapping. She threatens to leave the boy's shoulder until a grumble from Shrineth stops her short.

"And that's how come I'm the older sister!" Wessae asserts with a grin. "Nice going Shrineth." Velvet squeals and burrows deep into his owner's nest of curly brown hair.

"And there's no getting him down. He thinks I'm a nest." A'rak mutters, giving the blue as much of an itch as possible without a visual. "Velvet, you can come down you know."

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=-= -- Channa and Wrelth, 16:38:15 04/26/02 Fri
- ~>~ -- Kalya-Layath, 15:35:22 04/27/02 Sat
  - ~^~ -- Wessae~Shrineth, 19:48:27 04/28/02 Sun