Riding hard from Lemos... -- The Flat

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Date Posted: 20:49:03 01/05/02 Sat
Author: Lord Flint, Lady Skandra, Kuth () Henrya~Quiyath + flitters
Subject: Riding hard from Lemos...
In reply to: Henrya~Quiyath*Majorth 's message, "Entering..." on 20:36:40 01/05/02 Sat

Lord Flint walked up to Henrya angrily, quickly giving her a hard slap on her face, and watched in satisfaction as the painful blow brought tears to Henrya's eyes. "Now, stop this nonsense, and leave that thing-" he said, glaring at Quiyath, "-here. You are to forget this nonsense ever happened."

The small restraint Henrya had over her green broke in a moment. Quiyath hissed angrily and lunged at Flint, her eyes whirling the colors of fierce anger. "She won't let you touch me, father," Henrya said happily.

Lady Skandra turned to her. "We don't want you to become one of those wretched dragonriders, do we? We want you back home..." she said in a whining, suck-up voice.

Kuth, behind them, actually grinned in her direction. Maybe she'd been wrong about that pompous attitude of his, he seemed to have aquired a bronze and green flit, now that he had his precious bronze, maybe he'd settle down.

Blustering angrily, Flint said, "I'm taking this up with the Weyrwoman, here and now! It is beneath my status to do so, but if she is the one who must be contacted to stop this--madness--then so be it!" he cried, stomping off in the direction of the Hatching Sands.

Henrya was trembling, thought. You'd never let them separate me from you, would you, Quiyath? Impression--it can't be undone, right?
It will NEVER be undone! Quiyath said, still angry at Flint, vehemence strong in her "voice".
Good. I feel better now.

"Don't worry," she said hurriedly to Lian and Veliruth. "Really, it's fine. I'm sure Hesvitta will set them straight," she murmured.

Majorth was also hopping mad, hissing angrily at the retreating figures from her shoulder, and Henrya was oddly comforted by their defense of her...

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~&~ -- K'ten~Tyenth, 20:51:20 01/05/02 Sat
~ ^ ~ -- Lian )�( Veliruth, 00:18:01 01/06/02 Sun