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Date Posted: 17:00:25 03/30/05 Wed
Author: Ghys/Ghysk
Subject: Blind to the sun
In reply to: Telomm ~ [Brown] 's message, "Follow" on 18:34:26 03/26/05 Sat

((Warning, I'm waxing poetic tonight))

A small-statured woman, red of hair and pale of skin, stumbled over a tree root. The green wher beside her nuzzled the woman's ear.
"It's okay, Ghysk. I won't die. Where's my staff?"
Ktssew the wher purred, and nudged the long, heavily carven staff at her bonded.
Griste Ghys replied, imitating her bonded's 'thank you' sound.

She pulled herself up, and automatically dropping her hands down to the centre of the staff where a small dagger was held concealed. "It's still there. Good."
She used it to find a clear stretch of land, and feels a cloth. Startled, she pulls it aside, and Ghysk charges in. It's a proper cave alright, musty and dank. Ghys unslung her pack, and knelt, fingering each of the items.
Clothes.
Scroll.
Shoulder knots.
She ran through a mental list of the contents of her pack.
Boots.
Metal-handled comb.
Cooking pot.

The distinct shape of the numbweed pot, and the coarse texture of the fellis juice.

Ghysk whimpered- there was too much heat.
"Shards!" Ghys yells. It carries down the long tunnel that the apprentices had just gone through, to the cavern they were gathered.
She uses her staff to find the glow basket, and knocks it aside as Ghysk leads her to the tunnel. The blind handler saw through her green bonded's eyes, seeing in heat for a moment.
There was sound farther down the tunnel. She followed it, cautiously.

Hsush Ghysk complained.
"No, girl. Don't worry about clutching time. There'll be plenty of time for that when we get settled."
Hsush Ghysk insisted.
"No, don't clutch now! At least wait until tomorrrow!"
Ghuk Ghysk whined, which was established for, 'fine, if that'll be better.'

The heavily pregnant green wher and her journeywoman handler found themselves in a cavern. Through Ghysk's eyes, there were six shapes that were formed like whers, and two shapes like women. There was a girl and two boys, teenagers. An adolescent on the verge of manhood. Two small heat smapes with the girl. Another on the largest of the small whers. Fire lizards, then. They all pulsated in the center, in time to hearts pumping.

She hears the two, the youngest boy and the young girl, ask questions, and waited.
~Bright?~ she asked Ghysk, mindbonding which was a new thing.

Wirrrl Ghysk commented.
~Hot?~ Ghys asked sympathically.
Kssetw Ghysk corrected.
Embarrassed, Ghys realizes that the pregnant green is right. She should intrduce herself.
"I'm Journeywoman Ghys, from the Craft Hall located at Tillek's main mine. Master Krestor, handler of bronze Kresk, sent me to help Master Yima."
Suddenly she was at a loss for words. Master Krestor had not given her a heat image of Yima, so she didn't know which shape she was. But Ghysk, bespeaking a wher at the Hall, and got the heat image.
That one, then.
"You must be Master Yima, handler of gold Yimask. Master Krestor sent you a note by fire lizard, I think?"
She extended her hand, trying to gauge how far away the Master was. Her depth perception wasn't good, what with Ghysk so terribly close to clutching.

((I E-mailed Pup to ask her if Ghysk could have two or three eggs, because I know that DS has an unbonded apprentice, and C*W* wants to have an apprentice, and since neither are bonded, well, clutch! And if she has three, we can see what mayhem happens with a wild hatchling. Unless there's someone who wants to join an uinbonded apprentice?))

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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