{..directions..} -- Xanta Weyrling Barracks

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Date Posted: 13:10:53 04/18/02 Thu
Author: meaven
Author Host/IP: 216.148.246.134
Subject: {..directions..}
In reply to: Tyrus 's message, "*Smile*" on 17:37:50 04/17/02 Wed

(eh.. don't care) "Down on the beach. There's a queen flit there. I think she might have sixteen or so eggs left." Meaven offered, gesturing back the way she came in. "Good luck to you, on Impressing." she said, looking around. Boredom was starting to set in again. Maybe she would try and find 'the' peekhole- the legendary view of the Hatching Sands. It would keep her active for a period of time. Meaven shifted slightly. Dell looked at her, head cocked. He chirped slightly. Meaven offered him her arm. "Wanna come up?" she asked him. The bronze nodded and clambered up her arm, claws pricking her arm. She winced. "First I'm going to clip your nails, Dell." Meaven said seriously, taking the bronze to her bunk.

Dell looked at her, sadness etched in his eyes. "Dell. Stop it. It's for my safety, and yours too. They'll be long enough for you to climb up, but not as long to dig into my arms." Meaven tapped the bronze on the nose. Dell shuffled a little, but offered a foot.

"I'll see you in a bit, Tyrus." Meaven waved to the boy. "I hope you have luck in getting an egg." she said again, proceeding to the door of the Weyrling Barracks. She paused in the doorway of the Barracks, looking around once. "I guess I'll be back later." Meaven said slowly, before ducking out into the hallway.

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Replies:

Something smells fishy...(literally!) -- Thies, 13:26:34 04/18/02 Thu
- Introduction -- Tyrus, 16:22:07 04/18/02 Thu
  - Agrees... -- Thies, 18:04:45 04/18/02 Thu
    - Baths -- Tyrus, 05:40:47 04/19/02 Fri
      - ~*Approach*~ -- Ari, 09:01:02 04/20/02 Sat
        *Hi!* -- Tyrus, 11:37:49 04/20/02 Sat
        ~*grins*~ -- Ari, 17:13:26 04/20/02 Sat
        Returned grin... -- Thies, 18:36:14 04/20/02 Sat
        Bubbly... -- Thies, 18:44:09 04/21/02 Sun
        To the dining hall? -- Tyrus, 19:37:43 04/20/02 Sat
        *nods* -- Ari, 12:15:25 04/21/02 Sun
        *Returns grin* -- Tyrus, 14:01:07 04/21/02 Sun