Date Posted:14:22:55 04/25/02 Thu Author: Thies Author Host/IP: 216.95.136.237 Subject: Stopping... In reply to:
Xanta
's message, "OOC Anouncement" on 14:11:35 04/25/02 Thu
Thies pauses halfway down the corridor, feeling the rumbling throughout the Weyr. He glances at Simae and Celent, whose eyes are whirling with excitement. "So it is what I think it is.." he states breathlessly. He than glances down at himself, still thoroughly soaked. "Shards on top of shards! I can't go out there like this!" he growls, jogging back towards the Barracks. Celent gives an earnest chirp to be sure he knew that he would have to go; Simae adds that at least he didn't smell like packtail anymore. He gives the bronze a look somewhere between a glare and a smirk as he skids back into the Barracks, quickly bustling over to his bag and digging through his bag until he finds the Candidate robe.
He pulls out the slightly wrinkled white garment and slides it on over his clothes as Simae and Celent dislodge themselves long enough for him to do so, trying to to focus on just how quickly the dampness of his leggings and shirt were soaking through. He than turns and runs at full-speed towards the grounds, making good use of his long stride.
