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Date Posted: 14:12:19 05/31/05 Tue
Author: d
Subject: d

M'telle smiles gently at the antics of greenrider and firelizard. Feeling rushes into his fingers when he's reassured, and a hand comes to his chest with a happy sigh. 'Good,' he murmurs and his smile broadens into a grin. Then the hide is ganked from his own hands and he glances down, a little bit startled. Soft blue eyes watch R'ven write, and the Weyrling blurts out, 'You have to write so much, do your wrists hurt?' It seems so out of place that he snickers, then starts outright laughing. But tender hands take the hide and set it upon his thigh, then progressing to R'ven's wrists, squeezing them gently, brow furrowed. Obviously the young man has had some medical training, even if it isn't his forte.

M'telle's eyes peek at the hide in the meantime. 'Oh,' he murmurs. 'I hadn't even thought about that.' The gaze swoops again, now to Harilath, who was curled up underneath R'ven's shirt, obviously sleeping.

A knock on the door startles him. Blue eyes widen before he instantly gushes a 'come in'. And that the drudge does, her own eyes going round as saucers before looking away, red staining her cheeks. 'I, er, here, rider sir.' She thrusts at him a note and a small oval something. M'telle eases onto his feet and saunters closer to her, patting her on the back in a sisterly way.

'Thanks,' he laughs, accepting both before ushering her lightly out. The oval is a firelizard egg, and he bites his lip. It was medium sized, could be any colour, really.. except gold, of course. Frowning, he sets it on his bed and lifts the hide note to his eyes. He reads aloud, easily recognising the hand as his sister's, swooping and elaborate and almost impossible to read. Not only that, but it was written with her personal magenta dye. The Weyrling grumbles, counts to ten, then actually begins to read the bloody thing.

Dear Ma M�telle,

This is Letimira. Congratulations on Impressing! You ran off so suddenly when that green had clutched, I didn�t even know you were gone, but I haven�t seen you around and I got to wondering. Then I heard you�d gone to her and got yourself a blue. At least, I think it�s a blue. Someone recognised you and told me. What is his name? What does he look like?

I heard Telomm got a watchwher. One of the riders who was bringing things to the caves told me. I dunno what colour, though. He�s getting an egg, too! I�m sending him a letter and I hope it reaches him.

What about me, you ask? I will be a Candidate in Shrineth�s clutch. I got a bronze firelizard. I named him Admiral Stockings. Remember Admiral Stockings from the story mom told us? I liked him, so I named my bronze that. Anyways, Miss Gisella is calling me, so I have to go.

You Beloved Sister,
Letimira

M'telle finishes dictating the letter, his face growing more and more disgusted. He collapses into laughter, shaking his head. 'Wow, she's such a dope. Sorry about this.' The bluerider moves over to the egg and cradles it in his palm. 'Seems warm enough.' It's transferred to his bed, where he wraps it up with thick, warm blankets and transfers the heat of his breath into the bundle. 'Think it's okay, for now?' He directs the question to R'ven, lips slightly parted, submitting to the one with higher knowledge.

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