Re: But I'm Baby! Att: Any


Jessica Freise
 

V'drare heard the screeches and looked in their direction. He didn't quite know all the rank and file yet, so he rose and approached the goldrider with solemnity.

"Wingrider V'drare of bronze Deltaith. Can I be any help?"

On May 16, 2020, at 10:16 AM, Jerzy Tobin <jerzytobin@...> wrote:

It had been a long day, and it was beginning to feel a lot longer when
Andronda finally made her way into the Dinging Hall, a screeching
brown flit cradled in one arm. She could forgive Marbles his tantrum;
he'd only been born just that morning, and he was hungry. He didn't
want to wait for his food, he wanted it now, and no, those bits of
dried sausage that Andronda had saved for him from lunch was not an
acceptable offering. The young gold rider could only hope that the
flit would grow out of his fussiness, but right now, the baby had
issued demands, and Andronda had best meet them.

With a sigh, Andronda collected a plate of freshly cooked meats for
herself and Marble, shooting an apologetic glance at the people around
her as the brown flit's noise went up a decibel or two more as he
demanded to be fed - *right now*!

--
"Life is NOT a journey to the grave with the goal of arriving safely
in a prettily preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways in a
shower of gravel and party shards, thoroughly used, utterly exhausted,
and loudly proclaiming: "F*** ME, that Rocked!!" -unknown

Whizzy: Jerzy
Aim: Yue146

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