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Date Posted: 22:15:25 06/25/02 Tue
Author: Rhowe'non
Author Host/IP: 12-230-97-250.client.attbi.com / 12.230.97.250
Subject: ....
In reply to: Niira 's message, "Yay!" on 17:16:17 06/25/02 Tue

"You are very welcome, Niira. And yes, that would be fine. I am sure that Shak wouldn't mind, after all. Tryphon is a lovely name. The two I'm keeping are going to be Aidan and Ceallach." She paused. "You had mentioned earlier that you were interested in learning more about �lies. The thing is, I could use an assistant. Would you be interested? You could stay at your current Haupton, or take over one of the spare rooms here. Most of the time I wind up spending the night here, since usually there is something going on with one of them that needs to be watched. I had to stay here during all of Eala's pregnancy, for example. You would be helping with that, which means you wouldn't be getting much sleep some nights, It is definitely worth it, however."

Aidan, perched on Rhowen's shoulder, nuzzled her ear, and the moon-haired Dwi stroked the young female's head softly. Ceallach leapt to the other shoulder, making quiet noises in the back of his throat and begging for attention. Chuckling, she petted him with her other hand, then the remainder of what Niira had said sunk in. "Shak is at training? Goddess, I'm in trouble... How late am I?"

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