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Date Posted: 23:44:45 04/08/02 Mon
Author: Mele
Subject: Watching...

The Qyne relaxes, back against the wall, solemn eyes taking in all the events of the Den. A smile plays at the corners of her lips as she notices that her sister has made friends with another Qyne, who seems to be as timid as Maeko is, although she could see that both were undergoing a lightening of mood. From her twin and her companion, her eyes roam onwards to the new arrivals, noting the arrival of the brother and sister, then studies the next woman to arrive, and notes her slightly odd clothing, but admires rather than shuns it. She might be interesting to meet, she muses to herself. She almost misses the next arrival, as she does not call any attention to herself, except to greet the Niyia Mother and her mate. With a sudden compassion for those stricken with shyness, she smiles as the other Qyne rolls a woven toy for the chirrs. A few moments later another ducks in, bright hair and tail conspicuous in the darkness. Her body tenses as the other girl rolls a ball towards the firstborn chirr, but she does not move, the flicking of the tip of her tail, but that is partially masked by the shadows. Mentally chiding herself annoyed for her premature jealousy. After all, she had no claim on the chirr that was any greater than anyone else who set foot in here, hoping to Bond. But just to show that she, too, had an interest in the slumbering beauty, she slowly unfurled her legs, and made her way over to where the chirr was resting, and deposited the strip of meat she had been idly rubbing with her fingertips in front of the black and golden Niyia youngster. After she had made that small motion she retreated quickly to her place against the wall, eyes never once leaving the first-born chirr, and so she misses the arrival of the tenth candidate for the seven chirrs' attention, a dark-haired male. Would she Bond?

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