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Date Posted: 19:14:58 03/02/02 Sat
Author: Lytara
Subject: --Settling In--

--The 14-Turn girl strode in, violet orbs surveying her surroundings. She steped into her new dwelling with a bit of uncharacteristic apprehension that soon dissolved. The whole place looked perfect, homely, and enormous. The first room- no cavern would better fit it- was made for a dragon and it's Bondmate, no doubt, with thick bedding on the floor for a comfortable bedding for a dragon. Her heartbeat sped up. Someday there'd be a dragon resting there, she hoped. Next to it was a large bed with a straw matress. It looked very comfortable by her standards. There was a small niche in the wall that had a nice little dresser that she doubted she'd ever be able to fill. To the side was a small table that would fit four people- judging by both size and the amount of chairs. A small hearth was next to the bed, to keep warm in this land of perpetual winter. She nodded, definately satisfied, then set to work.--

--She stepped back to survey her work. Yes, her mother would be proud of her right now, if she had seen how well she had taught her. The room was utterly spotless. The dresser now had her clothing in it: two woolen work dresses, one tunic, one pair of trousers, undergarments, a night shift, and her finest garment- a violet and black silk gown. The bed now had a fur cover stretched across it's length. She did one last survey and nodded her approval before going to the dresser. She took a small bow of the top and opened it. It was a small jewelry bow with a few peices of jewelry, all quite simple but one. It was a necklace of silver and white-gold intertwined with a large, oddly light amethyst set in silver at the middle, with small diamonds surounding it. It was her mother's family heirloom, passed down to the eldest daughter. She fingered the necklace sadly, recalling the time her mother had passed it on to her...--

--Taraina, her mother, was in her bed, deathly sick and fading quickly. She had motioned her husband, Lyurent away, and motioned her eldest duaghter, Lytara foreward.-- "Lytara, you are a child no longer, and I have not much time left. Go, get my jewelry bow." --Lytara had quickly gotten the box and brought it back to her mother. Taraina had taken the box and opened it with shakey fingers. Lytara had her head bowed, and her mother put the necklace on her.-- "Lytara, this is yours to keep and give to your eldest daughter, as I am giving it to you and as my mother, Rainaeya gave it to me. Take care of it, and remember me by it." --Her vioce had slowly been getting weeker, and she soon had not the strength to even hold the jewelry box.-- "It is time for you to leave this household, daughter, seek a mate. Go to Tundra Heights, become a Dragonrider." --A weak smile lit her mother's face.-- "I always dreamed of being one, but now you can, daughter. Make the best of your life. I love you." --Her final words where whisper-soft, and she was gone, beyond reach...--

--Lytara sighed sadly, then, with a final look at her home, wandered off...--

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