(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.) -- Igen Weyr

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Date Posted: 16:56:55 06/19/01 Tue
Author: Ralek
Subject: (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.)
In reply to: T'kaal and flits 's message, "(OOC-Hehe. Thanks. I'll remember not to destroy the precious brain cells I have.)" on 22:14:38 06/18/01 Mon

Turning away from her klah, she returns the smile, though in an almost shy manner. She had never socialized with many males, and was still a bit uncertain about T�kaal... though, he had been friendly to her, and there seemed to be no harm in becoming accustomed to his presence. Returning to her klah, she manages to pour the steaming liquid into a mug, setting the used pot into the stoneware sink. She would clean them later; there was no doubt the young Weyrwoman would have broken several dishes in her half-aroused slumber. Mug in her hand, she takes a seat beside her weyrmate, seemingly unable to remove the smile upon her features. �Thank you for the breakfast, T�kaal... and yes, Taliath is sleeping fitfully.� She smiles to herself as she attempts to take a bite of the meat, hindered by her hungry �lizards. With a small sigh of exasperation, she hands them bits and pieces of her meal, attempting desperately to keep the two on peaceful terms. �Yes, though I believe �much� is an understatement. The little flitters won�t leave you alone for a minute if there�s food to be found.� As if protesting, Kirsche raises his little brown muzzle, emitting a shrill whistle that�d cause Thread to wither. As Ralek winces at the high pitched noise, Eiche manages to steal yet another strip of her meal. Shooing them away, the two blink in the depths of between, still squabbling among themselves. Shaking her head with a low chuckle, Ralek begins to eat her remaining breakfast in silence, admiring T�kaal�s golden firelizard in quiet thought.

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T'kaal finishes eating as well. . . -- T'kaal and Flits, 21:09:26 07/04/01 Wed