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Date Posted: 15:09:30 02/24/05 Thu
Author: H'rrison~Fordth
Subject: ~^~
In reply to: Telomm - [Brown] 's message, "Not Impression! NOT Impression!" on 13:33:24 02/22/05 Tue

Having nothing to do with themselves, H'rrison and Fordth go flying. What a wonderful time it is, too! Clinging onto the harness, the teen laughs as his hair is blown back from his face. "Let's land over there!" He calls to Fordth, who responds by diving fast. The landing dive causes H'rrison's stomach to drop and he lets out another gleeful shout.

Fordth lands solidly, and H'rrison is jostled slightly forward. Stepping out of the straps and assisted down onto the ground, H'rrison looks around and spies a small group of people. He motions to Fordth who strolls nonchalantly behind him, the odd look of a dragon walking on the ground not seeming to bother the young bronze. Who was it? Oh! It was Yima! And some whers! Baby whers! H'rrison grins and waves, coming closer. "Hi, Yima! Did these guys just hatch?" He asks, his voice quieting as he sees that all the baby whers are asleep. "They're so small..."

Fordth inclines his head at Yima and the new wherhandlers before shutting his eyes and soaking up the sun. A cry resonates in his mind, but he's still too young to think of responding, despite his size. Queen's flying, he remarks to H'rrison before dozing.

"Oh, Fordth says Shrineth's flying. We'll have new dragons soon, too! The Weyr's flourishing again."

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Replies:

( . . . ) -- Kain OOC (AKA Telomm), 15:45:34 02/24/05 Thu
- OOC: D'oh! -- El, 16:07:09 02/24/05 Thu
  - ( XD ) -- Kain, 16:10:06 02/24/05 Thu
    - >~< -- Yima & Yimask, 17:07:27 02/24/05 Thu
      - ~^~ -- H'rrison, 22:43:41 02/24/05 Thu
        >~< -- Yima & Yimask; Mikhal & ???, 19:54:06 02/27/05 Sun
        ((OOC: Oh, and...)) -- LG, 22:29:30 02/27/05 Sun
        ( :rubs head: I'm.. late.. whoops.. ) -- Telomm - [Brown], 19:24:19 03/19/05 Sat
        Head meets desk -- Manthenre, 16:55:49 03/24/05 Thu