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Date Posted: 11:03:35 12/28/01 Fri
Author: Henrya*Majorth (with Meyra, Tretyel, and Trance in the room)
Subject: ~/\~

Henrya was awoken gently by her little green flit, Majorth, prodding her face anxiously. "Whattis it, Majorth?" Majorth anxiously sent her an image of a Gather. "Oh, thas right, Gather today," she said sleepily.

"Too bad father's not invited dragonriders." Then she brightened. "But some'll have to come to deliver people." Majorth chirped happily. She really had gotten the best owner. The others were all mean.

As if to prove the green's point, Meyra, Trance, and Tretyel all popped from between scared. Though she might seem cold and unwelcoming to most people, Henrya is wonderfully kind to the flits, the only things who care about her that she cares about.

"Oh, poor Meyra! Tretyel! Trance! Here, you all four need oilings. You'll look all patchy without them, and feel bad to boot," she said, taking out a jar and beginning to oil them. "You know, I didn't always used to like flits and dragonriders. Before I impressed you, Majorth, I thought they were bad, just like father said. But you're wonderful.

"There! Done oiling! Let's go. You know, Majorth, I'm fourteen, I believe I want to go to the Honshu Hatching. I want to Impress a green, just like you, Majorth," she finished, smiling fondly up at her green flit. Majorth trilled her happiness that her owner loved her and wanted a dragon the same color as her.

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