Sound asleep. -- The weyrs

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Date Posted: 19:02:06 09/16/02 Mon
Author: S'renity/Maybeth
Subject: Sound asleep.
In reply to: N'taem 's message, "Re: Choices, choices." on 19:29:30 09/15/02 Sun

But May hears the rustle of papers, and she rises her head, twistin her neck about to see what it was. She couldn't read, of course, but she recognized the subject of the picture. She gently nudged S'ren, who stirred, groaning, she did not want to get up and face the world! {S'renity, I think you might want to see this.} Fine! Then will you leave me alone? {Okay, deal!} S'ren rises reluctantly, following her green's directions, and finds the picture, tears welling in her eyes as she read the hurriedly scribbled note. A tear dropped in the corner as her kind blue eyes overflow with tears. Speaking around the lump suddenly in her throat, she wispers hoarsly: "N'taem. How thoughtfull." She takes in a deep, shuddering breath, and walks into her bathing room. She splashe some of the harshly cold water on her face, wiping away the tears she longed to shed. She could not erase the rd blotches on her face, nor the puffiness of her cheeks, but her expression was no longer one of tearfull mourning and rememberance, but one of sadness and clarity. She walks out into the main room of her weyr, speaking more like herself to May. "How stupid of me May, sulking about so. You must be famished!" {I could eat.} May teases gently. S'ren forces a half-smile. "C'mon then, let's take you to the Bol." May rumbles happily, her rider was not fully herself, but she had peaked the first of the mountains of greif, and was able now to think clearly and rationaly. May rises and, her riding straps still on, because S'ren had forgotten to remove them, walks outside, crouching on the ledge. S'ren mounted with her help, and the pairglide down slowly to the Bowl.

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