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Date Posted: 15:45:00 04/18/05 Mon
Author: Ghys
Subject: I know how it feels
In reply to: Yima & Yimask; Oriana & Orisk; Mikhal & Misk 's message, "((Watchwher folks, up here. Sorry for the wait; school ate my life.))" on 16:29:08 04/17/05 Sun

((Now that clutch is settled, I repost!))

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.

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 shapes 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.
Ghys heard one of the women ask a question, asking one of the other- Manethenre, she must remember names- a question. Something about firelizards. Was Manethenre the other woman, or was she the one wthe largest of the small whers, or who was she? For it must be a she, with such a pretty name. She'd figure it out soon.

~Ghres?~ she asked Ghysk.
Wirrrl Ghysk commented.
~Frusi~ Ghys asked sympathically.
Kssetw Ghysk corrected.
Embarrassed, Ghys realizes that the pregnant green is right. She should introduce herself.

"I'm Journeywoman Ghys, formerly from the collapsed CraftHall/Mine at Telgar."
She paused, not wanting to mention Ghysk's obvious pregancy. But, Yimask, the resident Master's wher, would surely be able to tell whether she told or not. She decided to say nothing.

Slipping into Ghysk's sight, Ghys easily picked out the golden wher. She was the largest of the two adult whers, though Ghysk's attention turned to a sound far away.
Kinsih she growled, hungrily. Ghys saw a heat-shape that could only be a canine. She placed a hand on the green's muscular shoulder, silently promising to let her hunt in a little while.

Ghys slung her pack to the floor, and fingered an intricate carving at the top of her staff. It was a perfectly detailed carving of Ghysk. If she remembered right, she had left several such carvings at the Hall, when she left before the mine collapsed and the Hall burned. One of a gold, one of a bronze, one of a brown, one of a blue, and one of her favorite, the green. All the size of her knee, and no longer than her forearm.

((What was that last paragraph about? I have no clue.))

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