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Date Posted: 13:53:14 04/13/02 Sat
Author: meaven
Author Host/IP: 66.119.33.167
Subject: {..looking..}
In reply to: meaven 's message, "{..coming..}>" on 13:40:31 04/13/02 Sat

Meaven closed her eyes slightly. Thoughts were running through her head at an amazing rate, and she wanted to deal with them. It was her nature, to take things slowly and carefully. It didn't mean she was stupid, but the opposite. This other girl, the nearly empty Weyr. The flight must have just finished, and the queen had yet to come back to the Sands. Or she had just come and had yet to lay her eggs.

Meaven looked up across the barren Weyr Bowl. The cold bit into her, even though she had withstood temperatures lower then this. It wasn't a physical cold, though. She had never experienced a place like this. Seboc was lively, dances, Harpers, and Gathers aplenty through the cold months. Only an occurance of fire-head had brought the Hold's morale down. Meaven shivered slightly. She had been a victim of the fire-head, but had only had a mild case, unlike Thiedus... Meaven shook those thoughts from her head descively.

A sigh rippled around the Weyr Bowl. Meaven straightened slightly, even though there was almost no one around to hear. She was embarrassed to disturb this almost tomb-like silence. It held respect and demanded reverance. Meaven closed her eyes, and counted to 10 before opening them again. The Weyr Bowl was still gray and silent. She pivoted, taking it all in. "I'm going to the Weyrling Barracks." she decided, telling the other girl and the Weyr Bowl, just to be polite.

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