Re: .entering. -- Minerva Weyr: Weyrling Barracks

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Date Posted: 10:57:20 08/19/02 Mon
Author: Tryn :: Falanth
Subject: Re: .entering.
In reply to: .celes and friends. 's message, ".entering." on 10:10:58 08/19/02 Mon

Just as Falanth's second lids began to droop, slowly sliding down over the still blue-green eyes, the door swung open. Ever curious, the golden dracling's lids parted and her wedge-head lifted, luminescent eyes peering towards the newcomer. Faint rumble, a mere shadow of a full grown dragon's alert, came from deep within the hatchling's chest as the male crossed over to the appropriate side. A flick of the long, slim tail brought Tryn's attention back to her Bonded.
That one is not a male. The mindvoice was sure.
what? are you positive?
Yes. It is a female.
no. why would a woman want to be a male?
Dragon's don't lie.
The femme couldn't argue with that. Curious blue-grey eyes swept across the room to rest on the now-sleeping figure. In the somewhat dim light of the barracks, she couldn't tell if Falanth was correct or not.
how do you know?
I can tell. Her laugh is like yours. Not like a man's. And she's nervous. About something. A pause. Then a small, I don't know what.
Tryn glanced back at Hyacinth. "Falanth says that he's a female," she murmured, voice low. Her attention returned to the male/female. "I'll investigate when...he...awakes, dear. This mystery won't go unsolved for long."

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.restless. -- .celes., 13:17:24 08/19/02 Mon