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Date Posted: 13:49:45 04/18/02 Thu
Author: meaven and dell
Author Host/IP: 66.119.33.135
Subject: {..looking..}

Meaven sighed as she ghosted through the Rider's Weyr. It was only common sense that the peek hole was in here. But she didn't always have common sense. Dell chirped. He rubbed his head on Meaven's neck, trying to comfort her. "Get off, Dell. It's too hot." Meaven gently set Dell down. The bronze looked confused. It wasn't hot. If anything, it was cold, to him. He chirped again. Meaven nodded. "I'm hot. And no, I'm not sick. I'm used to home. Go and explore." Meaven gently nudged the bronze with her hand. Emantating hurt feelings, Dell stalked off. "Dell. You're just play-acting. Jerry always did the same thing." Dell turned and sneered at her, for guessing his game. Then he ruffled his wings and went off a-wandering. Meaven slid to the floor, wrapping her arms around her legs. It was hot in here, but according to Dell, it was just perfect, to him. Would she ever fit in here? Should she just go home? Dell uttered a sound she couldn't quite register. Meaven cocked her head, but the sound stilled immediatly.

Meaven! Come and play! the voice of her younger brother echoed through her head. The two had played 'Impression' many times over, each time the same. Had she really thought that being a Candidate would be the same? Not all the girls here would get the queen egg, or whatever else they desired. That was life. She had learned that, through-out her life. Meaven clenched her fists slightly, her nails digging into her flesh. Slowly she uncurled her fingers, her nails leaving only white marks that quickly disappeared. Getting up slowly, Meaven walked over to where Dell disappeared. She had no right to play some one who only demanded pity and felt sorry for herself. Meaven scolded herself for slipping into the well of self-pity, and went to find Dell.

"Dell! My smart, smart darling!" Meaven scooped up the bronze and kissed his head. Dell wriggled out of her grip, disgusted by the show of affection. Kneeling down, Meaven carefully uncovered the peek-hole she had been searching for. Smiling, Meaven looked down, seeing the queen and the bronze watching their eggs. Meaven felt her heart leap into her throat. She wasn't used to looking down on any dragon or human. And now that she had experienced being tall, Meaven found she liked being short. She didn't mind heights, but liked looking up into people's faces, not down onto their heads.

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{..lonely..} -- meaven and dell, 12:50:19 04/22/02 Mon