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Date Posted: 00:18:18 07/01/02 Mon
Author: Niira & Tryphon
Subject: ~^~
In reply to: Bach 's message, "..." on 20:21:53 06/30/02 Sun

Smiling as she watches the Bach stretch as far as he can toward Tryphon, she keeps itching behind his ears, knowing somehow that the attentions were well recieved. Perhaps it was the blatant tilt of the head that conveyed his like of the scratching. Her other hand moves to scratch under his muzzle as he regards the Alie.

Tryphon feels the closeness and the breath of the big Plenyt and he beats his wings in indignation, heading straight for the top of Niira's head. Clinging there, he chides in the general direction of the Bach, still flapping his wings. Moving her eyes up to try and see what was going on, Niira ducks her head gently, causing Tryphon to shake loose. She clicks in her throat once, a sort of "I'm here" noise present, and extends her arm. In a small black lump, the Alie perches on his mistress's shoulder, resolving to investigate this new thing. His little whiskers tell him the relatives size, but that has no impact on his mission. Marching down Niira's arm, he hops onto the Bach's head, landing a bit unsteadily and lopsided. He makes his way down the neck, landing on the carpet of white back fur and halting, his head turned quizzically to one side.

Niira can't help herself, she bursts out laughing. The little Alie perched on the back of the Plenyt. She sighs and helps Tryphon back onto her arm. "His little paws are pretty good itchers, but sometimes he can grip too hard." She manages to inform the Bach after she has composed herself enough to speak. She resumes her itching, this time letting Tryphon sit on her knee and take in the whole scene. "You boys should get along. I told you he wasn't for snacking. But apparently you're for riding." She amends, playful and full of better humor than she had felt in her system in a long time.

"This glen is working wonders, fella. I can feel myself coming back into the swing of things. Thanks, you guys." She says earnestly to the Bach and to her own little Tryphon. He makes a sort of trilling noise back to her, and then directs his ears back to the Plenyt, curious still and longing to know more about this big visitor, provided the Bach did not snack on him, of course.

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... -- Bach, 16:50:35 07/01/02 Mon
- ~^~ -- Niira & Tryphon, 20:02:13 07/01/02 Mon