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Kaleadora / Wesimbi
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Date Posted: 21:02:43 08/23/03 Sat
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Dante/Khanada
's message, "Re: the dragon's lair" on 20:43:57 08/23/03 Sat
All at once Kalea's mind was clear. She crawled forward and gathered Dante and Khanada into her arms, murmuring soothing words as she rocked gently back and forth. Over Dante's mop of black hair, she met the Guardian's eyes with more more boldness than she would ever have dreamed she possessed.
"Please, sir," she said softly, "we need to get them back to Gabriel. He's the Cheysuli warrior---our leader. Please."
She dropped her gaze again, terrified, and tears filled her emerald eyes as she stroked Khanada's back.
Wesimbi stared at them for a moment, then looked up at the dragon. ::You have done quite enough for one night, Salimende. Go your way, and use discretion before you snatch up any more unwary travelers.::
He looked down at Kalea and her young charges, and lowered his wings. "Young ones, I will return you to your warrior. I must speak with him, at any rate. Do not be afraid---I shall carry you, and no harm shall come to you.::
The Burning Flame of the Hedrons knelt and held out his arms to a cowering Jellicle, a weeping child, and a trembling wolf cub. It was a sight that would have been considered blasphemous by anyone who had heard tales of the mighty Guardian, yet there it was.
Slowly, fighting her terror every inch of the way, Kalea cradled Dante and Khanada in her arms and rose to her feet. ::I...I am afraid,:: she whispered to the being before her.
::Do not be afraid. You can trust me, little Jellicle.::
She looked up and met his eyes again, and they were not burning but the soft blue of a midsummer sky. She nodded. ::Dante, Nada---we're gonna go for a little ride, okay? Just close your eyes, and when you open them again Gabriel will be right there. I promise.::
Kaleadora stepped forward and into the circle of the Guardian's arms. He gathered her and her small burdens to himself, holding them as gently as he would Shakira, and with a final imperious glance at the dragon he turned and launched into the air. His present flight was gentle, like the drifting of a feather, and his strong arms held the Jellicle and her companions securely.
::Warrior,:: he sent to the leader. ::I come bearing members of your clan. We must speak.::
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