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Date Posted: 14:59:51 02/03/02 Sun
Author: Challna and co.
Subject: Center...

Finally, together, the pair staggered into open, gently waving grass. Limbs shaking with the effort of staying upright, the Icza raised her eyes to look upon the huge girth of the Kusani's trunk, the broad golden leaves moving softly and glinting in the muted light. "We made it, Dize, we made it," Challna says, her voice rough, before collapsing onto the rich soil. The Tlaemae managed to lift his brown muzzle to look upon their starting point, before he, too, crumpled. Dize and Challna had gone through battles, friends, allies, enemies, danger, and paced across thousands of leagues to arrive at this spot. They had circled their world, the first ever to do so, and the last for a long, long time.

Only minutes behind them, a ragged, slender grey form emerges from the treeline and falls beside his friends. Moments later, a fourth white form staggers up and falls, but not before locking eyes on the tree and sighing. Muzzle pressed into the grass, Tsas speaks mentally. I still have a good bit to go, before it's official that I've gone the distance. The grey male groans audibly. Yeh, Hiwto, same with you. Dize opens one gold eye to regard his companions. The look of confusion leads Tsas to 'voice' his thought for him. Where are all the beings? Challna's smooth shoulders twitch in a shrug, and slowly, her twined tails unwind to lay limply on the sweet-smelling grass.

Muting another groan, the grey Swype pulls himself upright, or at least into a slouching seated position. You're nuts, Hiwto, the Blane opined silently, her furry form unmoving. "May be, but I have a while to go, as you do," he retorted in a mumble, blinking keen eyes and taking in his surroundings. Impishly, Tsas kicked out a hind leg, connected with Hiwto's fore, and sent him crumpling weakly to the ground. "Then again," he muttered into the earth, silver orbs closing again. That's right. Sleep, the Blane instructed, taking her own advice and passing into the grey realm. Slowly, each of the four explorers slips gently into the healing sleep of the weary.

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