Don't worry, she likes it too. It's a very manly tail. ^

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Date Posted: 08:06:28 06/17/05 Fri
Author: A'dian & Vitaliath, Arbol
Subject: Don't worry, she likes it too. It's a very manly tail. ^_~
In reply to: A'lan~Hroth 's message, "He rather likes his tail, it would never do!" on 20:28:14 06/16/05 Thu

Arbol is hardly oblivious to the glow spreading across Lady's hide, and he warbles boldly at her, eyes spinning happily in anticipation. A'dian blinks at him, then bites his lip to hide a smirk at the familiar feelings flowing through his firelizard's body. "Arbol," he calls, and the brown reluctantly abandons holding court upon the green to drift over to A'dian's shoulder.

"The e-earlier we get there, the b-better," A'dian agrees, a flicker of amusement lighting his eyes, as he reaches up and takes A'lan's hand. Then he loses his grasp as A'lan bows, and he can't help giggling a little at the brownrider's melodrama. Schooling his expression into something approaching seriousness, A'dian snatches A'lan's hand again and pulls him upright. "N-naturally, my d-dear A'lan," he manages before completely losing the straight face he'd struggled to maintain through the pompous words. His cheeks a bit pink, he grins shyly at A'lan.

The sound of rapid wingbeats and a gust of cold air into the weyr is the only warning Hroth gets before teeth dig very, very gently into his tail, careful not to bruise or break the skin. The time for roughness is past, at least for the moment, and Vitaliath is feeling more playful than bossy. If we're going to take them down there, stop bellowing and get ready to go, she scolds him, straightening up and peering in A'dian's direction.

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