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Date Posted: 06:36:05 10/09/03 Thu
In reply to:
Gabriel/Rio (Part 2)
's message, "Moving On" on 23:14:35 10/08/03 Wed
Wesimbi hesitated, looking up at little Shakira perched in her tree; he looked for a moment as though he was about to reply, but then his noble head lowered and his shoulders slumped a little.
"Yes...." he said quietly, and his mighty voice was subdued. "The boy is weary---they have stopped for the night. Follow me." He walked ahead of them with long, powerful strides, but the golden crest streaming back from his head was laid flat, and his great fiery wings were folded tightly above his back.
::He...he looks so sad,:: Kalea said softly to her sister. ::What happened to him? One minute he was so strong and sure, and then he just...faded.:: Startled at her own choice of words, the young Jellicle nonetheless reflected that they were true---the Guardian seemed somewhat less than he had been, as though they had bested him in a fight.
With a smile, Michael lifted Dante and Khanada to the back of Gabriel's horse. "I dropped the supplies to travel faster, when the dragon attacked," he explained to his older brother. "I'll take the mare and go back for them, and catch you up." Pride gleamed in his yellow eyes, bright as the gold on his arms and ear, and he swung onto the mare's back with easy grace (that was probably luck, he thought wryly, but was glad for it in front of Gabriel). Tired as he was, Evan would not be left behind, and winged down to his warrior's arm. With a final nod to Gabriel Michael spurred the mare into the dark woods, using his keen sense of direction to retrace their path back to the fallen supplies.
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