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Date Posted: 18:34:26 03/26/05 Sat
Author: Telomm ~ [Brown]
Subject: Follow
In reply to: Manethenre 's message, "((I agree))" on 17:46:31 03/26/05 Sat

( Tsk, Misk, and Mask the watchwhers. XD )

Telomm finds a rough hand pushing him awake, and something about a wher and moving on. For a split second he has absolutely no idea where he is, but it rushes back soon enough. The boy struggles to his haunches and gropes in the darkness for his staff, soon finding it laying nearby, and relishes the feeling of the cool, well-worn wood. The sound of his sleeping hatchling is loud in the quiet, so he has little problems in locating him. For a few moments her strokes the soft hide, before prodding the little creature awake.

Only now does he notice the presence of another, even in the dim blackness. Oriana's voice takes him by surprise and he recoils, closer to the awakening brown, drawing the walking stick up to his chest. But Yima seems okay with it, and Telomm is beginning to view the goldhandler as an immovable rod (that's an item in D&D actually.. har har har) of stability and protection. So he struggles onto his good leg and leans on the staff, getting up luckily with no damage to himself. He hears Mikhal (I read that and think Mikhail Gorbachev) arise and lead his bronze off, and scrambles in the same direction. It's hard for him to walk and go in the right direction at the same time, with the staff, but he manages, leaning one scrawny shoulder against the rocky wall of the tunnel. This leads to a prominent developing bruise that withdraws a wince now and then, but little else. The brown remains close behind, and somehow Telomm can feel him there.

Soon they emerge into the main room, and the boy follows the voices to the center. He remains standing, nervous, until Yima tells him he can sit. With a wiggly plop, Telomm complies, and the brown lays out beside him. Long breaths assure him of the wher's slumber.

The boy listens to the goldhandler, drawing on her every word. Some of it he'd heard before, but the wher-centric parts were new. When she mentions the names, he glances at the sleeping brown hide of his own, wondering if he knew it yet. Nothing had popped up yet, though. He refocuses his attention to the steely woman, who'd by now finished and asked for questions. Tentatively he raises his hand, then drops it sheepishly when he realises it wouldn't matter.

'Erm, Y-Yima, I have a few questions.. what if we never hear their name? And, and.. how fast to they grow? And will we ever get to leave during the day? I want to tell my brother..' He trails off with a squeak. His voice had risen with each question, like opening a floodgate.

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Replies:

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