Eeeeeeee! Sanoth! *glomps El* Fweeee! (Er, can he be L'andro, though? It's easier to pronounce. *sheepish*) -- Hatching Sands

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Date Posted: 21:58:57 04/20/05 Wed
Author: L'andro & Sanoth
Subject: Eeeeeeee! Sanoth! *glomps El* Fweeee! (Er, can he be L'andro, though? It's easier to pronounce. *sheepish*)
In reply to: Wessae~Shrineth Marath, Kronth, Sanoth, Loriath 's message, "A Five, Six, Seven, Eight!" on 20:48:59 04/20/05 Wed

Watching the eggs crack, Liandro watches with bated breath, a bit relieved when the greens pass him by and a bit ashamed of that relief because really, there are female blueriders now, and it shouldn't matter. His eyes fix on the next to shatter, and his heart rises in his throat when those eyes scan the Sands - then they meet his own, and Liandro is lost. His hand pushes against the brown muzzle that fits neatly into his palm, and the youth suddenly moves forward to drape an arm around the brown's neck in a half-hug more loving than the full gesture would have been from this particular boy. Liandro - L'andro, now, he reminds himself - is nearly overwhelmed by the love and joy that seems to burst his heart. "Sanoth," he repeats, stunned by amazement and happiness. Of course, Sanoth, however polite, is still a dragon hatchling, and within the space of a few seconds (though it seems ever so much longer to both of the newly-joined pair), his hunger is thrumming through L'andro's mind as if it's the teenager's own body that is racked with hunger pangs.

L'andro, I would like to eat, Sanoth repeats, still gently, but with an undercurrent of urgency in his smooth mindvoice. I am very, very hungry.

"Oh- oh, of course! I'm sorry," L'andro exclaims, stumbling over his own words in his attempt to apologize for his thoughtlessness as he begins to lead Sanoth towards the Bowl, the dark brown arm still draped over the hatchling's somewhat paler neck. "Yes, I'll get you some food, right away." He's completely unaware of the silly smile on his face, since no one else looks at it askance - he's just Impressed a dragon, after all. As he passes Marja he returns her grin and encouraging gesture with a wave and a smile, but then all his attention is returned to where it belongs: on Sanoth.

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