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Date Posted: 21:05:23 06/07/05 Tue
Author: R'ven & Massath
Subject: >~<
In reply to: M'telle 's message, "~" on 14:16:04 05/31/05 Tue

R'ven can't help sighing noiselessly as M'telle begins to rub his wrist. That feels good, he reflects, his brow creasing a little as he realizes that his body seems to be overreacting to the attention. There's been a vague sense of impending something in the back of his mind all day, but he'd assumed that it was Massath's flight, since she's been proddy for a good sevenday now and should probably rise in a couple of days. Hoping the bluerider won't notice the unexpected reaction, R'ven is grateful for the distraction of the firelizard egg and the letter. Retrieving his scrap of hide, the greenrider restrains the urge to read over M'telle's shoulder, waiting politely for the younger man to finish. Smiling slightly, he nods in response to M'telle's question; the egg seems fine for the moment.

Funny. That sense of impending something is becoming more of a haze. And in the part of his mind that's most closely connected with his dragon's state of mind, R'ven notices that Massath is, for no apparent reason, beginning to shed her earlier calm. He's always seen the emotions swirling just below the surface of her mind more as color than anything else, and this is red, like hunger, but darker. And tinted with violet. Shards! Suddenly, R'ven is rising to his feet, and trying to scribble something out on the hide as he stands. It's not urgent in the sense that he has to be out there right now - he's been a greenrider for eight Turns now, he knows the signs, and she hasn't had anything to throw her off-schedule and confuse them - but the sooner he's prepared to deal with Massath, the better.

Massath needs me, excuse me I'm sorry He doesn't bother to punctuate properly, just shoves the hide into M'telle's hand and heads for the exit, forgetting his shirt in his hurry. Massath is always easier to deal with when he starts before she fully awakes into the flight-lust that makes proddy dragons so legendarily hard to handle. Waving over his shoulder at M'telle, R'ven rushes out of the young man's weyr, heading for his own.

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