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Date Posted: 16:34:03 04/10/06 Mon
Author: C'lin(Veverith)
Subject: Yes. A little.
In reply to: Hythe(Ith) 's message, "A <,i>LITTE?????" on 12:39:04 03/26/06 Sun

((Heh... welcome back! And congrats agin, STILL can't believe it...))

Veverith gave a loud screech to meet his lover�s roars, eyes glinting lavender in his lust. She wanted to fly? Well, then, by Faranth, he�d fly! He kept his whirling gaze on the emerald glow, following her into the mist that would cloud his vision. However, he managed to keep a watch on her through the whirling fog of cloud�he could not lose her! After all, she was perfection for the moment, and Veverith knew that, no matter what, he had to win, had to make it before anyone else could come� if possible.

Trying to blink his human mind back, C�lin vainly tried to focus on the woman in front of him. He couldn�t say she wasn�t beautiful�shards, what brought that on? C�lin frowned when he realized she was getting very flight-sick. Trying hard not to stumble himself in the combined effects of flight-lust and double-vision, the brownrider hobbled over to Hythe, and managed to put a hand on her shoulder comfortingly. Of course, she�d probably wrench herself away from him after a second�s impact, and if not Veverith�s need might flow into himself and drive the brown�and C�lin�on. But, when there was a sick or sad person around, what other decent thing was there to do?

Veverith, starting to strain slightly with the exertion of breathing, was grateful to fly lower after his beauty. He gave a loud trumpet to meet her call. He wasn�t out of this yet!

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Wow, Pup realy can't spell -- Hythe(Ith), 18:10:08 04/13/06 Thu