Date Posted:09:33:40 05/15/05 Sun Author: Nerilki (Avianyth) Subject:The world is quiet here In reply to:
Tathan
's message, "Mopping..." on 07:01:29 05/15/05 Sun
A soft rapping sound broken Nerilki's concentrations as she guided the metal needle in a complicated knot, and pricked herself. She turned her head, and was somewhat startled to see the young drudge. She took uin the sight of him holding the ripped blanket,and blinked before registering it.
"Yes, please. I was going to leave it for the morning . . . " her voice trailed off.
What is wrong, Nerilki? Avianyth asked, burnishing her neckridges against the stone of her couch. Just jitters, I guess. I could almost swear I remember him from somewhere . . .
But you would know, wouldn't you? Avianyth asked, mental voice soft. I don't know, Avianyth. Things have gotten awfully confusing, what with a green clutching, and then Shrineth flying, and now weyrling lessons are almost over . . .
Hotaru dove at her from out of no-where, and yanked painfully on the long braid. Nerilki engaged in a breif tog-of-war for possession of her hair, and swatted the blue away.
"What's wrong with you?" she asked, muttering somewhat as Knightess landed next to her ear. She pulled her hair-tie free, and shook out the braid. Ginny stalked upto her, and curled up, nose under Nerilki's hand.
((Pets are so much fun! They add elements of suprise, humour, ::continues to babble at this new-found intrigue of pets as she's dragged to the mental institution::))
