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Date Posted: 22:01:24 04/11/02 Thu
Author: Mele
Subject: Waiting...

-I can�t help it if I�m just a fool, always having my heart set on you- Shakira
Mele lounges against the cool rock of the den�s wall, completely motionless except for the slow rise and fall of her chest. Her eyes never stray from the firstborn chirr, drinking in the sight of the slumbering Niyia. As if she, too, were asleep, she moves forward, as if she were a bit of metal, and the chirr a magnet. Once she reaches the side of the chirr, she drops to her knees, and the jolt of contact with the ground brings her abruptly from her dream-like state into reality. Now painfully aware of what she was doing, she reaches out one clawed hand, and, after a moment of hesitation with her arm extended, she drops it to reverently stroke the velvety mane, careful not to needlessly awake her from what was obviously needed sleep. After a moment she stop even that small movement, and simply rests her hand on the warm shoulder, soaking up this time alone with the chirr, before the Bonding where she might go to another, and leave her partnerless. Every moment she stored away in her memory, for the time after Bonding. She closed her dark eyes, envisioning everything that she could do with the chirr if she was the lucky Qyne who became the firstborn�s soulmate. She recognized that as a black and silver chirr the youngster would be at the higher end of the Niyia�s social chain, and was probably the prospective Mother of this litter. In truth, the thought of being Bonded to a Mother both thrilled and frightened Mele. Through her Bonded she would be partial mother to anywhere to one to ten young Niyias! She had always dreamed of that part, for she adored young of any kind. It was the responsibility required of Mothers and their riders that scared her a little, for she was always afraid of doing something wrong that could have a negative affect on anything, but the honor of being trusted so touched her. With those thoughts in mind, she sat back to enjoy the rollercoaster that was Bonding, for better or for worse.
(Whee...The little quote from a song at the top was just for fun, if anyone's wondering.)

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