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Date Posted: 17:14:52 06/02/05 Thu
Author: U'maro - Quaroth
Subject: whoamgbbq
In reply to: Primath, Quaroth, Zairith, Mezeth, Shrineth, and Wessae 's message, "17, 18, 19, and 20. Ah, we get down to it!" on 19:57:29 05/31/05 Tue

Uamaro jumps about a mile when he hears eggs cracking, breaking the long pause. He'd been napping, as usual. There are a few confused moments where has has no idea where, who, or what he is. (For a fragmented second he's actually a pink flower named Ballerina.)

A green struts across the sands and takes her lifemate. The massy lad watches this and a warmth sparks in his selfless heart. He was so happy for them.

A larger egg catches his dark eyes. The Candidate's head twitches to one side as he spies some blackish flurry of hatchling writh from its egg. A few glints from the sun above prove it to be a brown, if a very dark one. His red eyes, all a-swirl, give him a very eerie appearance. The dragon danced between the remaining boys, sizing them up. He had all the easiness of any stereotypical brown. A laughing look in those brilliant eyes, the hatchling set towards Uamaro, who's heart began to beat much more quickly.

U'maro, why are you on the ground? Stand up tall, so we may go and get food...Er, I'm Quaroth, by the way.

'Whoa,' mumbles the now-rider as a voice and presence are suddenly there in his mind. He reaches out with a hunky olive hand, gingerly touching the ochre hide of his Impressed. 'Quaroth? Hahahaha!' The young man bellows with laughter and rises quickly to his sandals, stretchings both tree-trunk arms above his head. 'Quaroth!'

Yeah, yeah. C'mon you. Food. Even though he was very hungry - the pain bled over their mental connection into U'maro - Quaroth held his lazy demanour. Jaws tug at the white robe, but the Weyrling boy needs no further push to get him moving. U'maro and Quaroth Exeunt side by side, laid back as ever.

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Nothing too good -- L'nox(Primath), 20:14:23 06/14/05 Tue