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Date Posted: 00:41:51 04/22/03 Tue
Author: Phoemrut
Subject: First one! My hair is SAFE!
In reply to: Atumi (Tasiri too) 's message, "Dark days behind us, and bloody dawns ahead." on 20:11:59 04/21/03 Mon

Ruling out sight with a wry mental grin, Phoemrut settles to the ground, arranging his tail around his haunches and leaning back. Closing his eyes (already a rather redundant gesture, but hey), he begins with touch, starting with the feel of the sun on his fur. The warm rays soak into his shining black pelt, and from that feeling he moves outward, with the slight wisps of breath from his surrounding fellow students, and the sun touching their coats, to a feel for Tasiri. Another mental smile as he notes a slight difference in the heat rising from her contact with the sunlight, indeed she is a tan, the sunbeams dancing along her hide rather than soaking it proclaim that so.

After touch, he rounds his ears, catching everything from the breathing around him, to the constant brushing of the sorting grasses. The minute and restless flicking of other tailblades and his own, the murmur of the far away river, even. His own slow, ready heartbeat reaches his ears, a solitary drum for a moment until it is joined by another, and another still, until finally his breathing is matching the beating of every Koratian heart in his vicinity.
A feeling of almost deep and utter quiet descends over him, until he becomes a living statue, listening and absorbing in black, sleek marble.

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Replies:

Now would not be the time to chew m ear off. -- Arukit, 17:50:21 04/22/03 Tue
- Erm...third? ;) -- Raydiehl, 18:29:35 04/22/03 Tue
  - Whee! (just consider me easily amused) -- Numi, 21:44:26 04/22/03 Tue
    - Hmm... -- Akar, 21:19:26 04/25/03 Fri