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Date Posted: 11:22:48 06/18/01 Mon
Author: Ralek and flits...
Subject: (ooc- Calm down, T'kaal, you had no idea of knowing. No use denting your computer with that head of your's, eh?)
In reply to: T'kaal's nebech of a player 's message, "SCRATCH THE LAST HALF OF THAT! Sharding stupid people contriving to be weyrleader. . . *Sigh*" on 09:04:40 06/18/01 Mon

The WeyrWoman of Ista awakens nearly an hour after T'kaal has departed from the void of slumber... with a start, her grey eyes flutter open, gaze fixated 'pon the ceiling. Mind reeling, she tries to recall where and why she is in an abandoned Weyr, which most certainly wasn't Igen... With a start, she sits upright, oculi finally managing to focus. Flooding her mind are thoughts of abandoned Weyrs, soaring golds and bronzes, chilling Threadfall, the warm thoughts of T'kaal... Shaking her dial in half-coherent thought, she scrambles out of the bed, realizing her weyrmate was gone. "Oh wonderful... how late did I sleep in?" she asks herself, glancing out of the Weyr. "Wonderful, the sun's up, and I'm not even half-awake yet..." muttering to herself, she manages to come upon a bone-handled comb, sweeping it through her auborn-hued hair a few times, before calling out for her golden lifemate. "Taliath...?" Her pretty much meaningless inquiry is responded by... silence. She was still sleeping. Still muttering to herself, she slips into a smooth, slightly large wher-hide tunic, hardly knowing where she was headed to next... Deciding she may as well find T'kaal, the Ista Weyrwoman makes her way through the Weyr, drawn by the scent of a meal. Surprisingly enough, she was voraciously hungry, feeling as if she were a hatchling emerging from her shell. After what seems like a full Turn she manages to locate the kitchen, and strides in as quietly as she can, eyes roving for T�kaal... Sighting him, she moves over to the newly appointed WeyrLeader, glancing casually over his shoulder. Her usually cold eyes seem warmer, as if she faintly remembered the previous day�s flight... but then again, she knew better than to suspect their affection last night had been any more than dragon-induced. Offering a slight smile of greeting, she turns to prepare her own klah, knowing that of all things, the bittersweet liquid was what would awaken her still drowsy mind. The silence did not seem to disturb her; she did not want to hinder T�kaal in his Threadfall charts with constant chattering. If she wasn�t going to, two others were... with a creel, her bronze �lizard blinks from the icy void of between, fluttering about her head, chittering noisily. Following closely is her brown, Kirsche, whom begins to reprimand the noisy bronze with his own shrill voice. Finally managing to subdue the pair, she gives a slight smile as Eiche relays his information of capturing a Queen firelizard, his whirring mind thoughts speeding by almost too swiftly to be understood. With a slight smile, she turns back to watch T�kaal, holding Eiche back as he begins to eye the WeyrLeader�s meal.

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(OOC-Hehe. Thanks. I'll remember not to destroy the precious brain cells I have.) -- T'kaal and flits, 22:14:38 06/18/01 Mon
- (ooc- LoL, yes, wouldn't want Ista to fall ill due to a WeyrLeader who'd beaten all sense from himself with his constant bangings against the table.) -- Ralek, 16:56:55 06/19/01 Tue
  - T'kaal finishes eating as well. . . -- T'kaal and Flits, 21:09:26 07/04/01 Wed