*Ting* Going up, top floor -- Greenwings, anxious riders, Threadfall. Have a nice day. -- The Foothills

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Date Posted: 19:45:36 02/24/02 Sun
Author: Evelene and Palirth |:-:| T'yin and Viouth
Subject: *Ting* Going up, top floor -- Greenwings, anxious riders, Threadfall. Have a nice day.
In reply to: Alara*Aghath - - T'ren, Jeneth 's message, "Greens and Bronzes" on 16:24:07 02/23/02 Sat

~Palirth springs easily into the air, affecting a hover until Aghath can move forward into battle. Eve, hanging on tightly, suffers a nostalgic moment, reliving her near-death experience in a split second before shaking it off. Green eyes flashing, she laughs. ^It's wonderful to be alive and a dragonrider!^ she sings to her lifemate, who merely rumbles agreement, not bugling for fear of flaming someone's tail too early.~

Viouth follows Palirth a mere second later, hovering as the more experienced green does. Keep an eye out, T'yin. I don't want you hurt. The young man manages a shaky laugh. 'Isn't that my line?' The green snorts. Yes, but I didn't figure you'd say it. I'm the responsible one, remember? T'yin straightens, knuckles growing white as he clutches his riding straps. Thread. 'Well, Viouth, I think this might be the day I become a real dragonrider. Enough letting you have control.' The green rumbles. I like control. The greenrider laughs, pale eyes fixated on the menace known as Thread.

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