Re: -.::.- -- The Hatching Sand

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Date Posted: 00:40:51 06/25/02 Tue
Author: Arienne -Llwyd-
Subject: Re: -.::.-
In reply to: K'ndelek - Dimath / Karsky 's message, "-.::.-" on 22:40:49 06/24/02 Mon

Arienne looked over at the parts of the sands that were covered in blood. It is just blood, she reminded herself. To prove it, she scratched at a healing cut on her knuckle, which re-opened. The red liquid blossomed, but before it could drip, Arienne rubbed the blood away. Others people blood is different, isn't it, Lu? she asked the blue 'lizard with a sad sigh. Llwyd returned the question with the dragonet equivalent of 'Uh, sure...' Another rhetorical question, the human muttered. You have a problem with answering those. Another 'Uh, sure,' came from the 'lizard. A light smile appeared briefly on her features, which Arienne felt was a welcome change to the saddened look she had been wearing ever since entering the Hatching Cavern.

Realizing that she was still staring in the direction of the blood, as if in a trance, Arienne turned back towards K'ndelek. "Where..." she began. No good would come over her being faint at the sight of blood. In fact, bad might even come of it. She took a breath, closing her eyes breifly, and steadied herself. She forcefully pushed her fear aside. For the time being. "Where do we put the sand that's bloody?"

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