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Subject: [-Sigh-] Author: J'rasin and Basoth [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 16:25:04 06/24/02 Mon J'rasin had recently come in from one of his flight practices, or so he called it. Maybe he was practicing for something else, something his bronze seemed to keep from him. He would find out why his bronze wanted to practice so often as they did. He was large enough to easily outwit most all bronzes and browns. All this practicing had made him agile and almost untiring. Basoth settled into his couch. His faceted optics were whirling at a slow rate. He had felt some sort of lonliness coming from the senior queen. He couldn't quite put a point on it. "Basoth?" [Yes, rider-o-mine?] "I've been trying to fiqure out why we practice so much. Will you tell me now?" [I've noticed you trying to find out the reason, thats why I have blocked that thought from you. I really don't know why myself. Something urges me too. No, I can't tell you.] Basoths beautiful, large bod breathes a deep contented sigh. He had-was enjoyed this Weyr. It was far from better than his old, minor Weyr, whom he could barely remeber. He was mainly glad the weyrwoman and her queen had allowed him to stay. He had visited other Weyrs that had given him and his rider the cold shoulder. [I feel like I have to. Do you remeber our first Weyr? I never practiced and I felt lazy and unused. There I felt our lives passing up by. I know thats one of the reasons we went.] "I feel the same way here. You've cleared it up for me. Thanks, my beast." J'rasin glanced out his open door, and down the hallway. He looked at the Weyrwomans room. He had come here and not even helped her. In his mind he wondered if she needed help. Basoth knew it too. Basoth sends a message to the queen, hopeing possibly she would answer. Basoth tapped gently to the mind of Shenteth. [My rider and I would like to know if you or the WeyrWoman wished any job done by us, Queen] [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]