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Re: Good For You? (C'fan, Bl'by)

Laura Walker
 

The warmth at his back shifted and Bl'by stretched and rolled to see who it was, arching his back for a minute and stretching his arms above his head. The flight was over but the fuzzy feelings of contentment still lingered. It barely mattered if they won; not even to Traynth. There was far more enjoyment to be had in throwing himself into his dragon heart and soul for a flight, sharing the excitement of being light and swift, flinging his body -- Traynth's body -- into breakneck curves and dives than in merely enjoying the warm body at the end.

Besides, there nearly always was a willing warm body at the end, just not always that of the greenrider they had been chasing.

He was smiling as he pushed himself to sitting. Once at Fort he might have been far more cautious of an unknown flight partner but Fort was a long time ago and this was here and now.

On Tue, Dec 1, 2020 at 1:44 PM Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:
It'd been one hell of a greenflight; Resmeinth had flown well even though he'd lost and the greenrider had been fairly attractive. The surprise was that C'fan had hooked up with a rather large male bluerider. He typically went for men smaller than him, but maybe this guy being a bluerider would make up for it. After all, he wasn't completely unattractive from behind.

C'fan stretched and sat up, rubbing his face and ran a hand through his hair before looking down at the bluerider. What was his name again?

{{Bl'by of Traynth}}, Resmeinth supplied from where he was sunning at the lakeside. {{Not a bad blue, if a little anxious.}}

The bronzerider nodded with a yawn and rose from the bed to make klah in the flightroom's klahpot.
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Out of the fire comes new life. Telgar Rises!

Are you afraid of the dark? Come play in the Shadow...



--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


FIREDANCE: Wing Social ((WS T'eko, Firedance Wing)

Ren
 

With R'tal out of action with Talith, that made T'eko ad hoc Wingleader and with that came a new world of responsibilities. T'eko had known once R'tal had offered him the position that this could happen, if nothing else then by him being Weyrleader. But with Talith rrecovering from the pernquake R'tal was very much unable to properly lead the wing. The mantle of responsibility sat heavily on T'eko's shoulders but he felt that he was able to rise to meet the occasion. He'd already ran inspections as well as regularly scheduled drills, so he felt that he was well-equipped to take care of the rest too. 

Today, T'eko had planned a wing social to get to know everyone better and to let Firedance have a chance to relax in the wake of R'tal's accident. He'd ordered some fingerfoods, juice, chilled and hot klah, and fruits for everyone to share in. He himself was dressed casually in short pants and a light shirt with his Wingsecond knots on display. He stood near the door to the room he'd rented with Linnie and Ryu on either shoulder and Note sitting behind him occupied with a chew bone that Brocarth had given him at his last hunt. T'eko was excited to see if anyone would come.
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Out of the fire comes new life. Telgar Rises!

Are you afraid of the dark? Come play in the Shadow...


Good For You? (C'fan, Bl'by)

Ren
 

It'd been one hell of a greenflight; Resmeinth had flown well even though he'd lost and the greenrider had been fairly attractive. The surprise was that C'fan had hooked up with a rather large male bluerider. He typically went for men smaller than him, but maybe this guy being a bluerider would make up for it. After all, he wasn't completely unattractive from behind.

C'fan stretched and sat up, rubbing his face and ran a hand through his hair before looking down at the bluerider. What was his name again?

{{Bl'by of Traynth}}, Resmeinth supplied from where he was sunning at the lakeside. {{Not a bad blue, if a little anxious.}}

The bronzerider nodded with a yawn and rose from the bed to make klah in the flightroom's klahpot.
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Out of the fire comes new life. Telgar Rises!

Are you afraid of the dark? Come play in the Shadow...


Re: Crafting Time! (atten: Cremsden)

Steelsilver
 

Volly, for not being the most intelligent of blues, understood a few things quite well. And foremost of those things was FOOD. 

He took wing immediately, glided down to take the treat in both forepaws, before flying back to the desk and settling down, the treat disappearing rapidly. 

"He won't bite, sir." Temeir blurted, just a tad too late. 


Re: Wish You Could Wash Me (atten: Garatt, Isirdux)

Steelsilver
 

"You've got hands, haven't you?" I'des suggested, lightly. "Hey, kid... you okay? Most'd jump all over the chance to help wash a dragon, 'specially a bronze like my Sunstreath, there." 


Just Like Being Back Home (M'gal, attn: Any)

Laurie
 

OOC: Late to start this, but doing the unseasonably cold prompt

IC:

M'gal dreamed of snow, and days spent out with his fellow candidates, then weyrlings, holding snowball fights, sled races, and other winter activities. Opening his eyes he realized he was cold. For a moment, he thought he was back at Telgar and his days at Arolos were a dream.

{{No,}} Ozayith said, excitement in his voice, {{we're still in Arolos. But it's cold out. Gloriously cold. Wonderfully cold.}} M'gal felt his bronze spread his wings, stretching them to the limit. {{But no snow.}}

[[Drat,]] M'gal answered, commiserating with his dragon. He could use some snow right now. [[Let me get some food in me,]] no klah though, shard it, [[and we'll go do something. At least there won't be Threadfall anywhere in the Protectorate today. Right?]]

{{The weather is steady all throughout the area. Watch dragons are all reporting the cold.}}

M'gal smiled and got dressed.

Whistling, he entered the Dining Hall, and noticed many people huddled together with mugs of hot beverages. Not klah though, but he knew where he could get some. He chose not to, but he knew where it could be had. Instead, he headed to the buffet and began spooning eggs, bacon, and other foods onto his tray. 

To no one in particular, he said, "It's a glorious day, isn't it?"


Re: I Miss Having A Klah Monkey Attn Margana

Laurie
 

"I dunno. Shalia was pretty smart. We just need to find someone who's got some intelligence to them. I can do interviews..." Margana trailed off. Shalia had been helpful. Maybe Sh'ain had some other kids who could be as helpful. Or maybe Kassia? Eh, that would smack of favoritism. She would hold interviews. 

Margana missed the klah just as much as R'tal did, but what she missed worse were the kitchen treats Shalia used to bring to them. Pastries, and meatrolls, and those little sandwiches made with flaked fish, relish and mayo. She hadn't had one of those since Impression, because they needed to be kept cold, and whenever she'd send a guard, she had no idea how long they'd been out in the open before coming back. Her stomach rumbled.

"That does it. I'm going to do interviews. I need someone to do other errands besides klah. That will be their test--to go get whatever we need, and how quickly and efficiently they do it." She put down what she had been doing and began to draft up a flyer, to be pinned in all the various Halls and Barracks.


On Sun, Nov 15, 2020 at 5:33 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
R'tal scowled. "I don't like getting new people in. They take too long to fit in," he grumbled. "Anyway, there's no point if there's no klah for someone to actually fetch." Never mind the hundred other little errands Shalia was regularly sent on. And certainly the klah shortage had nothing at all to do with his bad news.

On Sun, Nov 15, 2020 at 12:15 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Margana looked up from the complaint she was reading. One person too many had come to her with stupid complaints, so now if they wanted to file a grievance, they had a form to fill out. Funny how it deterred 60% of the whiners. She was considering making the form even more obnoxious, to weed out even more.

"You want me to go steal klah from the guards?" she asked. "I'm not sure that would go over well. And I don't have the tight shirts and short skirts that Shalia did, so I doubt they'd let me get away with it." She did know where she could get her hands on some klah, but didn't want to show her hand yet.

"When are you going to replace Shalia anyway?"

On Sat, Nov 7, 2020 at 5:27 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
For the past two weeks your character has really wanted something. What do they want? Do they try to get it? How? Do they succeed?  

"Margana." There was a coaxing tone in R'tal's voice, the one he mostly used on K'ren when he really wanted something and suspected K'ren would disapprove. "Margana, there's no klah left."

He'd eked out what he could get his hands on for as long as he could. Being Weyrleader did have certain advantages. But now it was also gone. 

With Shalia it would have been easy. He would just have asked her to go steal it from someone. With Margana-- he looked at her hopefully. "Can you go see if anyone else has any left?" And then take it. With or without their knowledge. "The Guards might. They always have good klah."

--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.



--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


Shoulda Known Better (Macralan/Kos, any)

Ren
 

The beauty of a new place meant that there was always somewhere new to explore, especially for a dolphin pair. Macralan liked to pride himself on his ability to swim for good distances, but even he had to get out and walk for bits, or sit and take a break. Thankfully the south was loaded with fruits just begging to be plucked from the trees and Kos was always happy to bring his human some little fist that could be eaten raw with no problem (and just as happy to eat the leftovers!). The pair found plenty of firelizard nests but let them be for now- the creatures were just living their lives happily without human interference and who was Macralan to stop that? Besides, it wasn't like he had a particular need for one, though one of the little gold ones would of course be greatly enticing. No, best to not.

It was while contemplating the firelizards that Macralan noticed his footsteps becoming sluggish and difficult until suddenly he was unable to lift his feet. Looking down, he realized that he'd strayed into the softsands and was being sucked in. He stilled quickly and gave a whistle for Kos who came up quickly. He nosed around the sand briefly before clicking up at his partner.

"Mac'lan found softsand! Kos dig out." The dolphin began to do just that with his nose which proved to be remarkably effective until Macralan tried to move to ssee if he could be freed yet. He sank down more and earned a frustrated squeal from Kos as a result. "Want out? Stay still!" Kos snapped at Macralan before resuming his work. Mac decided to just stay still until Kos decided that he was free. While the mammal dug, Macralan could only wonder that no one knew where he was except his partner and a handful of wild firelizards. Very helpful. The water around him in the delta was just salty enough to not be drinkable and there was only so much fish he could eat before getting dehydrated. Macralan would just have to hope that either he was freed or someone would come along while Kos worked to free him.
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Out of the fire comes new life. Telgar Rises!

Are you afraid of the dark? Come play in the Shadow...


Well This is Enticing (C'fan, any)

Ren
 

OOC: You find a loveletter slipped under your weyr door or under your pillow - but it isn't addressed to you. Do read it? Do you try to find the person it is addressed to? Do you tell anyone about it?

Drills had worn the bronzerider to the ground, but C'fan wasn't about to lay downn without having a nice hot bath to wash off the sweat, sand, and stink from his ever-darkening skin. He took his time washing from toe to hair and made sure to be particularly detailed around his favorite body part. Soon enough semen joined the other contaminants in the water that C'fan flicked towards the outflow pipe with a gesture and a smirk. He got out with a sigh and began drying off with a fur as he walked out to the rest of his weyr. Cadfask was preoccupied with his own grooming and Resmeinth was resting on his ledge; the only thing out of place was the envelope by his door. C'fan went to it curiously while trying to figure out who on Pern would resort to delivering a letter like this when firelizards were a 32nd mark a dozen and nearly everyone had one. Granted, he himself didn't, so C'fan let that go.

The first thing that he noticed when he picked up the envelope was the aroma. A distinct perfume wafted around the paper and lodged in C'fan's nostrils- flowery but not sickly with just a hint of vanilla. It was pleasant, really. There was one problem- it wasn't addressed to him. Oh well. More amused and curious now, C'fan opened the envelope and took out what seemed nice paper folded carefully around a red hibiscus that nearly fell to the floor before C'fan caught it. Curiosity higher than ever, he turned to read the letter.

Darling mine,

I've long dreamt of writing this to tell you of my feelings, yet I've been worried that they may go unnoticed. I do hope that this letter does get to you as I have no firelizard to ascertain that it does. I know that I probably have no chance in your eyes since I'm not a goldrider nor will never be, but I like to think that I'm attractive enough to warrant some attention from a bronzerider such as yourself. A lofty boast, I know, but if my perfume is anything to go by, I at least have the marks to back myself up. Oh, but I'm bragging too much. 

Dearest bronzerider, all I ask is a chance to talk to you. If your schedule allows it, meet me where the water flows into the Weyr lake from outside. I'll have a flower in my hair like the one I sent you. If you want, we can just talk.

Forever yours...

It was signed in a way that C'fan couldn't read it. It must be terrible to be the rider who this was meant for, to miss out on a girl like this. C'fan had every intention to go meet this girl and see if he could score off of her or if she'd just cast him away. One way to find out! At the appointed time, he hopped ontoo Resmeinth and went up to the spot she'd mentioned and looked about for a girl with a hibiscus in her hair.

OOC: Feel free to have her know him or not and react accordingly to seeing C'fan and then realizing he read her letter.
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Out of the fire comes new life. Telgar Rises!

Are you afraid of the dark? Come play in the Shadow...


Where to Go From Here? (Diagir SA)

Ren
 

Going over his thesis for wher training, Diagir sat back with a sigh and rubbed his temple. Becoming a master was difficult, but it wasn't going to be something that he'd give up easily. Whers were his passion and he wouldn't shy away from a potential way to learn more and teach more about them. That's what Diagir loved about the Whercraft, he got to teach other people about whers. The more who learned properly about whers, the better. The safer. 

Ziya got up from her place with a stretch and a yawn before padding over and laying her shining head in her master's lap. Soft golden eyes looked up at the man as he reached down to gently pet over the many folds of her squashed face. She began a low thrum of pleasure that couldn't not make Diagir smile as he traced her features.

"Well, girl, we've had a time of it, eh? Three clutches behind you and a lifetime to go. You'll be my boon companion with Diagirsk and we shall all do greath things. Together, we'll achieve my mastery. Now that I've got you, my golden girl, the very last thing that I want in my life, the last thing I need to make this life complete, is that mastery. I'll work with Master Insera and do as she asks and requires. My goggles have taken right off and they're a hit. So many people like my goggles. Maybe that will help my case."

Ziya huffed her agreement into Diagir's hands.

{Ziya know 'gir can do. 'Gir raise Ziya gud 'n 'Girsk gud. Ziya lay three clutch, all hatch gud. Ziya lay Lustre!} The queen's pride was distintive there. {Lustre brat but Lustre gud. Lustre Ziya's. Who say can do that? Ziya's 'Gir can, yis.}

Quite the speech from a wher, but definitely the vote of encouragement from his queen. Diagir laughed and ruffled her face affectionately. "Thank you, Ziya. I greatly appreciate it. You're right, I do have an amazing brown wher, and an astounding queen who herself had laid another queen in just her third clutch. And from a bronze who'd never ran before. You're such an astounding girl."
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Out of the fire comes new life. Telgar Rises!

Are you afraid of the dark? Come play in the Shadow...


Re: Runner From the Barracks (Attn: Sh'ain/Garatt)

Kevin M
 

Sh'ain laughed at his reaction.  "Sure, now.  Back then she was just another Candidate.  Although she was considered one of the favorites for Impressing a gold.  Then again, most people wouldn't have expected Kassia to Impress gold," he added with a shrug.  "Hard for any of us to know.  But I'm glad to hear you're good.  You're definitely looking better," he added quietly.


On Sun, Nov 22, 2020 at 05:44 PM, Laura Walker wrote:
Garatt had indeed listened enough in those lessons and his eyes went wide and round. "Not-- not the Weyrwoman Cathern?" Because obviously important people were far too busy for mucking around on runners. He was meant to be far too busy for mucking around on runners and he didn't really feel important at all.

 
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LrdSlvrhnd on the Wizzy thingie, and also on Discord


Re: Crafting Time! (atten: Cremsden)

Laura Walker
 

"Eh, don't look so down, lad." That was addressed to the firelizard rather than the boy, and Cremsden offered a cautious hand with a treat on it -- the white interweaving of old scars over the fingers suggested he might have good reason to be cautious. "Go on, go make friends with the rest while your person and I have a chat."


On Sun, Nov 15, 2020 at 2:06 AM Steelsilver <theglitteryone2@...> wrote:
"Sorry, sir." Temeir repeated, once more. 

Volly, for his part, whistled apologetically, hunkered lower.





--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


Re: Tag-team (DWC 11/8 Attn: any)

Laura Walker
 

"Good girl then, good girl," Garatt petted her, and turned his attention to the tunnel snake. Which.. was still moving. "Urgh." He stared at it a minute, then moved to gently shoo the cat back from it. Even if it was only a tunnelsnake, tormenting it felt wrong.


On Mon, Nov 16, 2020 at 8:45 PM Amy Frazey <amyfrazey9@...> wrote:

[Edited Message Follows]

Scally didn't resist when Garatt pulled her away. She was a *good girl*, and the thing was mostly dead anyway. The little black dog licked her chops again, then turned to rub one of her forepaws over an itchy spot on her muzzle where the tunnelsnake had bitten her.

Mystery, meanwhile, grabbed the unresisting body of the snake and started to drag it away, heading for his girl's old room in the candidate barracks.



--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


Re: Runner From the Barracks (Attn: Sh'ain/Garatt)

Laura Walker
 

Garatt had indeed listened enough in those lessons and his eyes went wide and round. "Not-- not the Weyrwoman Cathern?" Because obviously important people were far too busy for mucking around on runners. He was meant to be far too busy for mucking around on runners and he didn't really feel important at all.


On Mon, Nov 16, 2020 at 11:28 PM Kevin M <LrdSlvrhnd@...> wrote:
Sh'ain nodded.  "Yeah, had him for several Turns before coming to the Weyr.  Carried me across two continents before I met Rhyth.  Also carried Cathern to a win in the Arolos Cup," he added proudly, assuming that Garatt would at least recognize the Telgar Weyrwoman's name.

On Sun, Nov 15, 2020 at 05:59 PM, Laura Walker wrote:
Garatt reached to stroke the runner's neck, more timid of the man than the beast. "The other one you mentioned, his sire, was he yours as well?"

 
--
LrdSlvrhnd on the Wizzy thingie, and also on Discord



--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


Re: Wish You Could Wash Me (atten: Garatt, Isirdux)

Laura Walker
 

"Oh. I uh." Garatt glanced down at himself as though his comfortable stable clothes might have somehow turned back to Candidate uniform. No. Thankfully, he was still him. "I'm.. not really a Candidate. Any more."


On Mon, Nov 16, 2020 at 12:40 AM Steelsilver <theglitteryone2@...> wrote:
"Course he won't. He's got some manners." I'des grinned. "Besides, I think he likes you. Doesn't normally select Candidates to do the scrubbing unless he's jealous." 



--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


Re: In Over His Head atten: Tyren/Sleek/Kalain/any

Laura Walker
 

((No. Come hunt.)) Tyren was alert now, every sense straining for the hint of that thing, sniffing at the air for more of a clue as to direction.

And then he was off, no longer playing, no longer paying attention to the fact that Kalain even existed. Even Sleek only got a brief ((This way! Come!)) as he broke into a trot.

On Wed, Nov 18, 2020 at 7:02 PM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:
Sleek lowered herself, tail waving slowly as she watched him approach. She was ready for the wrestling.

~Sleek get Ty~ she said, not quite catching on that he wasn't paying attention to her anymore.



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Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


Re: Hey, You! Stablehand! atten: Garatt/Sarati

Laura Walker
 

"I got him to come!" Garatt was too pleased with himself to remember to be shy, still beaming as he tied the leadrope securely and then -- rather incautiously -- moved to pat Midnight's shoulder, perhaps a little overconfident after that small achievement.


On Wed, Nov 18, 2020 at 7:04 PM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:
Midnight walked along quietly. He was usually good at being led. It was the before and after that he was a pain in the arse.

"There you are," Sarati said, waiting next to the crossties, the tack already waiting.



--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


If Wishes Were Runners, Drudges Would Ride Att: Garatt/Sofianna

Jerzy Tobin
 

SilverSpark was shifting around with a restless energy as Sofianna
worked on putting his tack on. The young runner was definitely ready
for a run, and Sofianna was of a mind to work out some of that energy
working on some speed training. He had great stamina, but as the
Arolos Cup had showed them, stamina wasn't enough if he didn't have
speed to go with it. Long distance races were well and fine, but the
shorter races were another matter, and Sofianna wanted him up to par
for those as well, so he could actually succeed in making a better
name for himself, and for her.

"Hey, you!" Sofianna called out to a boy working in the stables.
She'd seen him around a lot, lately, a new apprentice, likely. "Can
you please get me Spark's bridle? Its hanging on that hook there."

--
"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


Re: Out For A Brisk Walk Att: Bl'by/Andronda

Laura Walker
 

"It's like asking a dragon to leave a runner alone, isn't it? They'll probably do it, but neither of them are going to be particularly happy, and the consequences if they give in aren't worth the risk." Bl'by did have treats though, and correctly guessed what Pochi was after. He produced a treat but held it away from the wher. "Sit then, there's a lad," he said firmly, in much the same voice he used on Tiddler.


On Sat, Nov 21, 2020 at 10:47 PM Jerzy Tobin <jerzytobin@...> wrote:
> Bl'by laughed, and sounded much more like the man she'd danced with than the shy formal one he'd turned into when he found out who she was. "Isn't it though? I'd forgotten what is was like to go for a walk without my shirt sticking to me." He fussed again over the wher, hands busy even as he spoke to her. "Just as well I didn't bring Tiddler out though isn't it, hm? You'd have had him for dinner I bet."
>
"Don't I know it!" Andronda laughed.  She liked it better like this,
with Bl'by acting like she was a normal person, and not someone who
was standing up on a pedestal all the time.  "This feels more like the
weather I grew up with, back in Telgar."

Pochi didn't know what a 'Tiddler' was, but the word dinner had the
wher snuffling at Bl'by's pockets for possible treats.  A silent
warning from Andronda kept the wher from getting too rambunctious.

"Probably a good thing, yes, but I wouldn't have let him approach if
you had.  I'd hate to see someone's pet get hurt because of him.  And
as much as I like to think my training would keep him from it, a puppy
would probably be too tempting for him not to try."


--
"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







--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


Re: Out For A Brisk Walk Att: Bl'by/Andronda

Jerzy Tobin
 

Bl'by laughed, and sounded much more like the man she'd danced with than the shy formal one he'd turned into when he found out who she was. "Isn't it though? I'd forgotten what is was like to go for a walk without my shirt sticking to me." He fussed again over the wher, hands busy even as he spoke to her. "Just as well I didn't bring Tiddler out though isn't it, hm? You'd have had him for dinner I bet."
"Don't I know it!" Andronda laughed. She liked it better like this,
with Bl'by acting like she was a normal person, and not someone who
was standing up on a pedestal all the time. "This feels more like the
weather I grew up with, back in Telgar."

Pochi didn't know what a 'Tiddler' was, but the word dinner had the
wher snuffling at Bl'by's pockets for possible treats. A silent
warning from Andronda kept the wher from getting too rambunctious.

"Probably a good thing, yes, but I wouldn't have let him approach if
you had. I'd hate to see someone's pet get hurt because of him. And
as much as I like to think my training would keep him from it, a puppy
would probably be too tempting for him not to try."


--
"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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