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Date Posted: 17:08:57 05/26/05 Thu
Author: Nerilki(Avianyth)
Subject: 'He's dead, dead and drafted.'
In reply to: Tathan 's message, "*Grin*" on 10:19:58 05/25/05 Wed

Nerilki shifted uncormfortably, not sure of how to answer. If she asked another rider, they might think she was prying, and if she waited for the flight, she could get- even in her mind, she inwardly cringed at the word- raped.

"I'm not sure that's what I want to do. I mean, I don't want to seem like I'm prying . . . and what if I phrase the question wrong? I could easily offend someone to the point of being expelled from the weyr!"

Nerilki, I still don't get it.
You will, my love. You will, in time.

However, the green Weyrling seemed to sense Tath's uneasiness. She let the embroidery, the cloth stretched between the two hoops that held it in place, to her lap. She stuck her needle through it, and folded her hands in her lap.

"Could you stay for a little bit? I don't want to seem- well, I guess bratty is the word, or maybe selfish, but the life of a weyrling is very lonely."

Not true, Nerilki. You have me!
Ture, love, true. But I haven't had any visitors since Fern feel sick and I'atu became more reclusive.
Was that possible?
Apprently, because it happened.

"And I would like to introduce you to a few of my friends- mainly Cometer and Hythe," she finished after the brief exchange with her dragon.

Nerilki grabbed a brush(conveniently located under her chair!), and began to brush out her blonde hair- again. She separated a thin section, and used it to braid her customary tiara braid.

((I mean- who's funnier? Trapper or B.J., Frank or Charles?
I personally preffer the first three seasons, them having both Trapper and Frank. Radar's sweet, don't you think?))

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