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Date Posted: 13:16:11 06/08/02 Sat
Author: shak & Niira
Subject: ~^~
In reply to: Plenyt 's message, "..." on 13:02:43 06/08/02 Sat

Niira giggles at the play of the two young Plenyt, and she remains in her hiding place. But then, remembering that the female had seen her there, she begins to streak for another spot, hare-lanky legs pounding the ground as she dashes by. A tree root meets her foot as she skids around the trunk of a medium sized bush, and she tumbles flat onto her face, arms flying at all angles as she lands in an almost comic position sitting upright. Running a finger through her hair, she smiles unsteadily. "I'm it." She announces softly, rising and attempting once more to run, sure that the female would soon be upon her. As she takes more care to where she plants her feet, her eyes turn idly to an angry exclamatory scrape on her elbow. She frowns at it, licking a finger and trying to soothe the wound that way, flinching at the sting and choosing to ignore it for the moment. She crouches behind a bush after an ungainly scrabble and waits.


Shak mimics the Plenyt's movements, his smile wide as he rubs his back against the bark of the birch. "Very top hole, old fellow." He says conversationally, moving side to side as he does so. "I couldn't have picked a better place if I'd lived here a month." He examines the surroundings and smiles as he notices another newcomer, besides himself and his ward, before returning his attentions to the scratching.
"And lucky you, you get to itch here all day if you like. Oh, wait a moment..."
Bending down, Shak plucks a handful of medium length grass stalks and examines each blade critically. When he finds one he likes, he seperates it into two halves, folding and creasing with nimble fingers. He puts the impromptu whistle to his lips and gives it a test. A strange, funny sound emits, almost like a kazoo, and the man chuckles. "It's just like it used to be, back in the day. Care to give it a try?" He offers the grass whistle to the Plenyt, not feeling the least bit frivolous.

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