{..confused thoughts..} -- Xanta Weyrling Barracks

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Date Posted: 13:14:37 04/16/02 Tue
Author: meaven
Author Host/IP: 64.0.99.201
Subject: {..confused thoughts..}

Meaven wandered into the Weyrling Barracks, thoughts of flits fresh in her mind for some reason. She hadn't thought of flits for Turns now. Why had one conversation with Thies brought them up? Meaven walked into her Barrack, slightly dazed. She sat on the bed, but jumped up instantly. She paced the small space before leaning out her window. A breeze tousled her hair and she watched the sun set. The sky was tainted reds, purples, oranges, yellows.... a thousand hues. Meaven tried to count them all, but she gave up after a while. The only place that she could think of with the same amout of colours were dragon's eyes. Squinting her eyes, Meaven picked out a gold the same color as the queen she had seen on the Sands. A rumor had gone around that the eggs were laid, but Meaven didn't want to go onto the Sands to check.

A small flit chirped, dancing across the bands of color. Another, then another, joined him/her, weaving around. Meaven stirred slightly, her arms numb from the stone windowsill. Flits here were everywhere. They were charming things, she supposed. Straining her eyes, Meaven's glance landed on a flit on the Flit Sands. Meaven licked her lips. There weren't many Candidates here. It would be the perfect time to try and overcome her fear...... A smile played over Meaven's lips. Yes. She would find a way down there, and talk to the flit mother. Maybe, just maybe, she would find a flit-friend that would be hers to love, with out fear.

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