<font size=3 face=perpetua color=01AA55>{..greeting..} -- Xanta Weyrling Barracks

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Date Posted: 10:13:54 04/14/02 Sun
Author: meaven
Author Host/IP: 66.119.33.135
Subject: {..greeting..}
In reply to: Hirina 's message, ": Seen :" on 08:28:24 04/14/02 Sun

Meaven looked up from Jerry's letter. It was refreshing, with news of Seboc. A boy stood in the Weyrling Barracks. Her blue eyes looked him up and down, before she tore herself from Jerry's note. She paused at the door frame, her slight body almost touching the three-quarter mark. Meaven looked up at him, she had to. He seemed rugged almost. Not company her mother deemed presentable. Meaven shrugged. She wasn't her mother. Moving forward softly, like a feline, she came up by the boy.
"My name is Meaven. Yours is?" she asked politely, offering her hand. The pale skin was marked with the calluses she had earned from helping out in the runner stables. Meaven quirked an eyebrow up. "I'm going down to the Dining Hall soon, for food. If you want to join me." she shrugged a shoulder and waited for his answer.

Jerry's letter said Seboc was doing well... I hope it is. Meaven's mind wandered off to the note on her bed. She had never had a big part in running, or helping run, Seboc. She had spent her time in the runner stables, or kitchens, or play-acting with her siblings. Meaven smiled slightly, thinking of the games they had played. Impression had been Jerry's favorite, with Meaven forced to be the proddy queen-mother, so Jerry could Impress dragonet after dragonet..

Meaven jerked back to reality with that thought. Not everyone would Impress their deepest desire, like Jerry loved to. Meaven blushed slightly. She probably had missed his name. "I saw the senior queen come in to the Sands.. she's lovely, don't you think...." Meaven let the sentence dwindle, since she didn't know the boy's name.

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Enters.. -- Thies, 10:34:58 04/14/02 Sun
- {..welcome..}
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  meaven, 10:39:09 04/14/02 Sun
  - Light grin -- Thies, 10:45:08 04/14/02 Sun
    {..temper, temper..} -- meaven, 10:51:41 04/14/02 Sun
    Narrows eyes -- Thies, 10:59:23 04/14/02 Sun
    {..pride and temper..} -- meaven, 11:10:45 04/14/02 Sun