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Date Posted: 16:38:15 04/26/02 Fri
Author: Channa and Wrelth
Subject: =-=
In reply to: Wessae~Shrineth * A'rak & Flits! 's message, "~^~" on 20:51:50 04/22/02 Mon

((Curse all lack of spare time...))

*Channa catches the tossed meatroll, affecting a prim and proper look and feeding it to Jingle, who croons stuffedly and drops back into sleep, his little belly bulging. "Oh, Faranth save us, a male -bronzerider, nonetheless- is going to cook." Smothering a giggle, she glances up at her friends, hardly minding that every single sharding one is taller than her slim frame. -Wrelthy? Want some bloody chunks of recently-living beast?- The reply comes back, not at all abashed, I'm starved. Bright blue eyes lock onto gently whirling one, and Channa giggles. "He's hungry all right." Then she spins gracefully, short black hair whipping out. "Off to the Table it is!" She can't help but give Shrineth a slight measuring look. The gold's a good three, maybe four times Wrelth's size. Hard to clamber up like usual. "Whoo," she murmurs, before turning to her beloved dragon and buying time by sliding off his riding harness, figuring hunting would be more comfortable without. He shakes his vibrant blue self, spreads his wings, and leaps lightly into the air, winging off after the other two. In a last call-back, he bespeaks Wessae, Kyeri, and A'rak as well as Channa, Have fun... make sure my human eats. The slender rider looks indignantly after her dragon, scowls, mutes a grin, and scrambles up behind... whoever's last in line on the golden neck, methinks it's Kyeri who'd better stop signing messages as Kalya and getting Channa's poor player all confused. Hanging onto Ky's belt securely, the bluerider grins, not feeling the least bit out-ranked in the company of her friends. "Let's go, I'm starved!" she calls up front, Seye and Jingle perched securely on her shoulders, both far too stuffed to take themselves between.*

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~>~ -- Kalya-Layath, 15:35:22 04/27/02 Sat
- ~^~ -- Wessae~Shrineth, 19:48:27 04/28/02 Sun