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Date Posted: 10:19:58 05/25/05 Wed
Author: Tathan
Subject: *Grin*
In reply to: Nerilki(Avianyth) 's message, "'Nonsense, that's just an ugly rumor started by someone who heard me say I didn't like you.'" on 18:11:21 05/24/05 Tue

The young man thought it best not to reply when Nerilki spoke about her dragon. If he agreed it could get him into trouble, and if he disagreed than that could get him into trouble. It was best not to speak or show any opinion in these cases. So Tath just watched the greenrider as she continued her embroidery, his own hands still occupied in sorting out the wool before him. He was getting on well with undoing the tangles, and he was almost finished. That was a shame � it meant that he would have to go back to work. Not that working was a bad thing, but when he had finished he had to go back to the kitchens. He hated it there � it was so full of people�and being Tathan, he hated people. You could never tell what people planned to do.

�What if you asked someone?� He murmured. �What it was like. You could ask another greenrider�� His powers of speech exhausted, the boy lapsed into his normal silence, still intent on unravelling the wool.

((Hmmm�None of them. Just Pierce. Mmmm�))

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'He's dead, dead and drafted.' -- Nerilki(Avianyth), 17:08:57 05/26/05 Thu