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Date Posted: 16:55:49 03/24/05 Thu
Author: Manthenre
Subject: Head meets desk
In reply to: Telomm - [Brown] 's message, "( :rubs head: I'm.. late.. whoops.. )" on 19:24:19 03/19/05 Sat

((Yeah, I realize that she is late. Please be nice. I've had a very hectic week/month/year/decade/life.))

Manethenre pulls one of the pots closer to where she was sitting. Maneth sniffs the mixture, and turns his nose up.
"It's not for you, silly canine. It's for this little one."
She offers a handful to the little golden hatchling, who slurps it up. Her tongue was dry.
'Ouch' she thought when Yima mention the bleeding. 'I'm gonna cut myself! Intentionally, no less.'
Golden Manetherra alights on Manthenre's left shoulder as she uses her right hand to scoop more into the gold's mouth.
Ow, that hurt. The hatchling bites Manthenre's hand when the blind teenager slipps, and accidentally delivers a scoop of blood porridge on the floor.
"Here, you lazy thing!"
She dumps a double handful into the wher's mouth, scooping half away so that she won't choke.
She holds up her damaged hand as if inspecting it.
The wher- Mask- scours Manthernre's hand as she grabs the knife. Taking her damaged hand that the wher had already bitten, and touch/feels the knife onto her thumbpad. With a hesitant slash, she cuts the thumb open, and offers it to her wher. The gold latches itself onto the fresh blood, sucking greedily.
I feel dizzy. Indeed, bloodloss is making her feel dizzy. She dips her undamaged hand into the pot to scrape up the last handful, and diverts her attention.
Her right hand scrambles to find some sort of bandage. She is losing blood too quickly.
"Yima!" she calls in a panicked voice. "Do you have a bandage or something!"
Mithrandil flies overhead with a long strip of cloth. Mantherra catches it, and delivers it to Manthenre's hand. She wraps the cloth around her slashed thumb and around the bases of her other fingers as well.
The golden wher, still insisting that her name is Mask, curls herself beside her bonded handler, her stomach stretched tight.

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