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Date Posted: 13:03:29 04/20/02 Sat
Author: A'rak ~ Kadoth
Subject: Rush

The boy zooms in on the bronze, leaping down from Kadoth and barreling into the kitchens swiftly. "'Scuse me, pardon me, hatching flits!" He calls, rummaging for meatrolls.

In case you were a bigger dead glow than I thought, Layath wanted me to tell you that Ky likes you.

"You told me that already Kadoth....meatrolls, fishrolls..." He rummages, tossing pans around. The dragon ducks as one goes sailing over his head. Kadoth lets out a frustrated snort.

You ARE a deadglow. She likes you. You know. A'rak pauses for a second, a meatroll clutched in one hand.

"Like that? Me?" He asks, his head cocked comically to the side.

No, rider mine, the bronzerider named A'rak standing behind you. Yes, you. Now, do something nice for her. Be nice to her.

"Oh...of course." He blinks, stuffing his pockets with meat and fishrolls. A jug of cool jucie made of mixed fruits sits in front of him, a small canteen a few feet off. "Here, I'll take her some juice."

It's a start. Kadoth agrees slowly, rolling his eyes again. The big bronze crouches down and lets his now weighted down rider scramble aboard. Let's get back. Soon, they're a speck on the way to the Barracks.

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