Witty Subject Line! -- Hatching Sands

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Date Posted: 22:23:14 04/22/05 Fri
Author: Cynis
Subject: Witty Subject Line!

Cynis enters the Sands uneventfully, and is admittedly somewhat glad for the peace of it, already a tad on edge from the semi-crazed attitude of his Search Rider as they�d arrived. The disapproving hands of the women of the Lower Caverns hadn�t helped either, nigh throwing him into a tub, drowning him in freezing water, and scrubbing a good two layers of flesh off his body! He shudders at the memories, and then laughs at his thoughts; as likely as not the shiver was caused by his thick damp hair clinging in soggy clumps to his head, little rivulets of water trailing down the back of his neck. Ugh.

Amused blue eyes glimmer out from a mocha visage, taking in everything about the vast Sands before them while they had the chance. He first catches the bit of chaos over by the two fallen girls, but knowing that he could do little for them except get in the way, keeps his distance. He then watches as the latest two eggs hatch and find their respective life mates, the side of his mouth arching upwards in an instinctive grin at the thought that maybe he too might be so lucky. His eyes close in the wonder of that realization, and open upon the sight of his half brother Kirat. Grinning broadly, he walks gently across the sand with his hand raised in greeting, annoyance at the current heat and prior discomforts forgotten.

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