Date Posted:13:33:57 04/06/02 Sat Author: Theclya Subject: Slips in...
Theclya steps in, and lightly dodges one of the toys that threaten to tripping her. The Qyne's eyes gleam for a moment, and a strange light shines in the rubies of her headdress. She nods to the mother, smiling. "Your young were born under the lucky light." Without explaining what this could possibly mean, she turns, bracelets rattling on her arms. Theclya removes two of them and ties them together with a shimmering ribbon. It writhes in her hands, then starts spinning widley. Theclya lets it drop to the floor, where it twists and turns, glimmering and shimmering to catch one's eye. Whenever anything comes near enough to catch it, though, it immediatly skitters away.
