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Date Posted: 17:46:31 03/26/05 Sat
Author: Manethenre
Subject: ((I agree))
In reply to: Yima & Yimask; Oriana & Orisk; Mikhal & Misk 's message, "((Let's continue over here, since we're heading off the screen on the current thread. I don't want to wait any longer for Clell.))" on 16:26:26 03/26/05 Sat

Manethenre pulled cautiously at the gold's-Mask's- left wing to get her up. She groped for Maneth's harness, and found it. With Manetherra on her left shoulder and Mithrandil on her right, Hero settled on the- Mask's- back, chirping encouragingly to the tired gold wher hatchling. Hera seemed to have gone hunting.
Manethenre muttered under her breath, "Shardling, half-Thread eaten rock!" when she stumbled. She turned on Maneth.
"Maneth, you're supposed to help with that!"

And with that, the cinnamon-coloured canine decided that he's had enough. He shook himself free of his mistress, and hightailed it out of the cave.
"Maneth! Where the sharding name of Threadscore did you go?" Manethenre remembered to whisper, because her voice seemed too loud in the cavern she found herself in.

Mask plopped down next to Manethenre as soon as she stopped. Hero fluttered from her back, squawking at the indignity.
"Hush," Manethenre held her hand up for silence.
"You can let your whers sleep if they like, and you can sit, but don't sleep yourselves," was what Master Yima was saying.
Manethenre folded her legs under her torso and flailed her left hand hopelessly until it contacted wih Mask's side. Undisturbed, the hatchling slept on.

Manetherra, glad for an excuse to sleep, tucked her head under he wng, and curled herself into a ball. Manethenre held her in her lap, Mithrandil snug on her shoulder, tail wrapped around her neck. Hero perched on Manethenre's knee.

The apprentice listened to her master ebfore raising her hand. Yima called on Mikhal first, and Manethenre heard them out.

'Master? My wher seems to be called Mask. And, how often will they need to eat?"

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Replies:

Follow -- Telomm ~ [Brown], 18:34:26 03/26/05 Sat
- Blind to the sun -- Ghys/Ghysk, 17:00:25 03/30/05 Wed
  - OOC -- Pup, 15:33:29 03/31/05 Thu
    - *clears throat* A few things to comment on myself, actually.... -- LG (Yima OOC), 16:26:23 03/31/05 Thu