Euroth prods her human. -- Igen Weyr

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Date Posted: 17:35:10 01/14/02 Mon
Author: Tanikli, Euroth and Serendipity
Subject: Euroth prods her human.

There's nothing you can do around here, really. I need an oiling, and I think the little one does too. As if in answer, the little gold flit warbles agreeably. Euroth cranes her head and nods smugly. I could also use a feed.

"Never let it be said that I neglected you, Euroth." The young woman smiles with a patient indulgence. Lucky you, Euroth, you're one of the only ones who takes me seriously around here. I could be mean and severe if I wanted to, I could. She adds mentally, harnessing her green with a dutiful sort of feeling. Euroth gives her a slight shove and Serendipity zooms merrily around her head as she swings into her harness.

Speaking of serious, I am seriously hungry. You might even say I'm severely hungry. And itchy, I'm itchy too.

"Well, you ate pretty well last time, so-"

Two wherries! And they were scrawny!!

"Not my fault you can't hunt. Alright, I'll let you bring down a herdbeast this time. But we should go soon." Her bright eyes sparkling with love and something like mirth, she swings onto Euroth's neck with dainty ease. Holding out a gloved fist as a flit perch, she calls the little one. "Dippy, here now!" She whistles and welcomes the enthusiastic flit. The three of them make their way toward the Bowl with nimble swipes or Euroth's sail like wings.

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