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Date Posted: 21:28:56 02/28/02 Thu
Author: Jent
Subject: Frowns...
In reply to: Z'yith - Aosuth 's message, ">^..^< (meow!)" on 11:06:09 02/28/02 Thu

The Herder addresses the brown in a respectful voice, for he'd lost no regard for dragonkind. "I mean no insult to you..." he trails off, trying to think of a polite title, but fails and lets his apology stand alone. Ameroni chirrups to the other two flitters nestled next to a now-napping Saent. The black pup, as all young animals, had been exhausted by the excitement and needed her rest. Blackest trills sweetly in return to the green and blue Rialle croons, encouraging the small bronze to silence. "Greetings, greenrider," he adds with a warm smile and bow for Delfina.

The blonde has stayed silent thus far, but now he interferes, snapping his hands level in a quit-that motion while sending a glare at his cousin. "That's enough discussion, thank you." His voice isn't cold, but firm. Silently he wonders if, now that she's a dragonrider, his younger relative will listen to him anymore. He doubts it; she hardly did before she Impressed, why would she now? "I prefer Z'yith to save his strength."

Directing his blue-eyes gaze to the brownrider, he frowns thoughtfully. "You're pale." And you don't seem the sort to lose colour over anxiety, he adds silently. Abruptly remembering Turshin, Jent grins. "Turshin, you can leave if you wish." He gestures towards Mylak and the two girls, indicating that he has sufficient back-up to prevent the renegade from leaving. "Z'yith, drink the wine before you faint." The tone makes the request into an order and the blonde frowns again. "So you're timing it, eh? Foolish of you. If it's that important," a slow grin forms, "have your Aosuth bespeak S'sha's Kylith. I'm sure the queen would understand."

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{*still no subject*} -- Z'yith - Aosuth, 09:09:55 03/01/02 Fri
- ::':: -- Samma and Wrath, 17:46:15 03/02/02 Sat
  - *** -- Delfina, Rureth, and Egan, 21:08:39 03/02/02 Sat
    - .::. -- Z'yith - Aosuth, 15:04:40 03/04/02 Mon