Date Posted:10:55:05 12/28/01 Fri Author: Lord Flint*Trance, Lady Skandra*Meyra, Heir Designate Kuth*Tretyel, Henrya*Majorth Subject: ~/\~
Lord Flint got up from his bed and looked over towards his wife. "Gather's today!" he barked. "Don't just stand there, Skandra! Get up and get ready!"
Sleepily the woman in question managed to get up and stumble over to the closet. Meyra, her golden flit, chirped anxiously as the woman bumped into her sleeping place. "Oh, go bother Henrya, Meyra!" Meyra chirped apologetically, and went between to Henrya's room.
"Trance, wake Kuth up, go NOW!" Trance trilled with alarm and went between as well to Kuth's room. Kuth woke up annoyed and turned to the bronze flit. "I should have had a bronze!" he yelled, angrily swinging his pillow around and frightening both into Henrya's room.
"Is everyone dressed and ready?" Flint asked, looking around. "Henrya's not here," Skandra commented. "She'll be here soon enough. Let's go to the Main Hall," Flint commanded.
