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Date Posted: 20:02:13 07/01/02 Mon
Author: Niira & Tryphon
Subject: ~^~
In reply to: Bach 's message, "..." on 16:50:35 07/01/02 Mon

"How did you do THAT?!" Niira exclaims, not bolting but rocking back a little from her sitting position. Then she leans in a little closer, peering at the white Bach with puzzled curiousity, awe, and liking. "Can you do it again?" She asks, cocking her head.

Tryphon merely shakes his feathers, that wasn't terribly impressive to an Alie, even though he could sense the energy quite well. He toddles up the Plenyt's neck and sits on his head. A small, moist nose begins to invesitgate the face and eyes of the Bach, and wing feathers slide forward ticklishly as his explorations carry his neck farther. Satisfied, the little creature remains perched resolutely on the white Bach's head, paws kneading into the white fur in approval.

Still somewhat impressed by her companion's little display, Niira shakes her head as if to clear it and continues to itch, her hands moving down the white back and behind the head as she feels a star struck smile spread across her face. "I've never seen a Plenyt do that before. That was really wicked!" She exclaims with excitement, pausing to stretch a little bit before resuming her self appointed position as the Itcher. She feels the air around the Plenyt with a lazily draping hand, as if to sense or pick up some of the leftover workings of the Bach, before another amazed glance is turned his way and itching is resumed yet again.

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