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Date Posted: 18:40:46 11/05/02 Tue
Author: Z'var and Branth
Subject: Oh boy.
In reply to: Jeskann/Herath, T'gre/Reith, Sk'p/Tenoth, R'ccan/Laeth 's message, "((Another Multi-Char Posty-Hopefully the Last, the Computer is Coming Back Soon *g*))" on 18:55:58 11/04/02 Mon

Branth? Remind me why we are doing this again.

Z'var is perched on the large dragon's back, lightly clutching the straps of his riding gear. The wind plays with flaming hair, and trails playful fingers across his sun-browned face as he and his dragon hover 10 dragonlengths above the training area. The youth gives an invoulentary shiver, thinking about all the horror tales he has heard of the place, and strokes Branth's neck, thought whether it is to reassure the dragon or himself is not clear.

'Because we are going to be the greatest team of rider and dragon to ever stretch their wings. And because Kyrath said we had to.' the dragon's voice carries some strange, unidentifiable tone when the great gold's name is mentioned, however it is barely noticeable, and Z'var brushes it off, chuckling at the bronze's joke.

Yes, that is a very good reason. All right, here are the coordinates for the star stone. the 'rider sends mental images of the stone to Branth, paying special mind to each and every contour, crack, crevace, and even the vines crawling up the ancient relic, clinging on with tenacious ferocity to the weather-punished stone.

'All right. Let's go.' the bronze gleams darkly in the afternoon light, sunbeams dancing over deep burnished scales. His large, faceted eyes gleam a dark determined green, a hard edge of red to them, and the many lids covering them ceace to flicker at all. Concentrate, concentrate...the stone, the stone, keep your thoughts on the stone, the stone, the stone...it becomes a litany, running simultaniously through the minds of both rider and dragon until...NOW!

The pair vanishes from the sky.

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