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Date Posted: 21:59:48 08/23/03 Sat
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Shakira/Dante/Khanada/Gabriel/Rio
's message, "Re: the dragon's lair" on 21:49:56 08/23/03 Sat
Kalea clung to the Guardian's neck, terrified beyond measure. She loved climbing trees and had leapt from many a waterfall in her day, but somehow actually flying made her head spin sickeningly. She squeezed her eyes shut, barely hearing Dante and Khanada speak.
Before the warrior or even his lir could so much as glance to the sky, the Eternal Flame of the Hedrons whisked out of the shadows and landed firmly about twenty paces from them, slowly lowering his wings. The warrior stared at him, dubious but wondering at the sheer strangeness of this creature.
Gently, Wesimbi set the Jellicle on the ground. Kalea crumpled to her knees as Dante and Khanada scampered toward Gabriel and Rio. She was shaking, and pressed her cheek to the warm ground with her hair splaying out on the leaves.
Michael leapt from his horse and fell to his knees, scooping Dante into a fierce hug and ruffling Khanada's fur affectionately. Evan winged his way through the branches and perched above his warrior's head, chest heaving from exhaustion.
Wesimbi touched Kalea's shoulder gently. There was a brief glow of fiery light, and all at once her fear and nausea was gone. Awestruck, she sat up slowly and looked at the Guardian.
"Your tribe-kin waits," he said quietly. Kalea bobbed her head and scampered through the trees to Nashota's waiting arms.
"Warrior!" Wesimbi said in a strong voice, straightening and mantling his wings slightly. "Your clan wanders where no Westerners belong. I follow three humans, a tiger-lir, and a Silent Paw liren as they begin ascent of the Hedrons. You must order them away, or I shall scatter them myself."
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