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Date Posted: 22:52:04 07/03/02 Wed
Author: Niira, Tryphon, & Ceinder
Subject: ~^~
In reply to: Jallya::Cariad, Plenyt 's message, "..." on 20:19:45 07/03/02 Wed

Tryphon goes veritably crazy with the hum and charge of the air, flapping and shrilling his voice, and leaping into flight with haphazard intent. Afraid he will hurt himself, his Dwi snags him out of the air with a soothing noise and cradles him, murmuring softly and stroking behind his ears. "What is it, boy?" She asks, a moment before Jallya instructs the Dwi to form a circle. A strange lump teeters in her throat a moment before plummeting to her stomach with no stops. Would it be exactly like last time?

Cradling Tryphon for comfort, both his and hers, she sits unsteadily in the circle, feeling herself begin to shake just a little bit. She shuts her eyes to this feeling and then opens them in time to see the first Fach make her move. As the Plenyt find their Dwi, she smiles heartily, her eyes trained on each one as they venture forth, watching while they prowl by her in search of their perfect mental match. She smiles warmly when each is chosen, but her hands begin to sweat, a cold dripping feeling. Calmed now, and chirruping a protest, Tryphon leaps to his well judged spot on her left shoulder, his ears following the cushioned footfalls of Wytti paws. The green and white enthusiastically flings himself onto his Bonded, and she can't help but giggle. Her eyes turn to watch the all white, strange that he had not chosen yet. Sitting like a shiny beacon among his kin, he looked the decisive type. But she can't think of him until he chooses, as a flash of gold and red catches her eye, before pouncing playfully on Cinead.

Her gaze whips swiftly back to the rapidly diminishing huddle of Un-Bonded, and she whispers a dry, fervent hope. Tryphon leans forward as well, caught in his friend's anticipation. Clutching the raven fur of the Alie, Niira holds her breath. There were only three left. The black and silver, the purple and gold, and the white, the one she had been playing with. And then, the black and silver moves forward, passing right by Niira to get to her Bonded. Only two, now. She watches inexorably as the white looks at his sister with a somewhat shrug to his stance, before he prances forth. Straight towards her.

She can barely think straight as the Plenyt leaps around her, his rich, confident voice filling her mind. M'name's Ceinder, Niira. Did you know that I'm a Mage? And you are too, now anyway. He remarks as he stops right in front of her, silver-lavender eyes level with her own as he flickers his theatrical eyelashes her way. We can change the world.

"Can we?" Niira manages to get out, reaching out a tentative hand and encasing it in soft white fur. "This means I'm not dreaming?" This illicts a chuckle from the Bach and he sits at her side.

No indeed. Are you hungry? I could sure use some food. And don't worry, I won't eat Tryphon, I promise. Still hardly daring to believe the occurences in the glade, the Dwi rises unsteadily to her feet, smiling at everyone else in the circle as she moves. Once up, she nods to her new Bondmate and the three of them head for the Goldbirch Clearings and the promised food, Niira's pleased and disbelieving laughter ringing back to reach the glade trees.

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~+~ -- Reul~Gwenyg | Sard~Mwyn, 10:06:39 07/04/02 Thu

~+~ -- Corryl~Marchog, 10:08:22 07/04/02 Thu