[Child of the 7th Age]

Cami stood outside the locked door to Mithadan's dressing room, rattling the knob back and forth in a futile attempt to force it open. Then she remembered her bobby pin and reached inside her pocket, jamming it into the lock, and wiggling it about until she heard the tell-tale 'click'. She slammed her body against the door with as much strength as she had, but still it remained stubbornly in place.

Remembering where she'd last seen her escort, Cami turned and headed for the dressing room on the far right where a table of goodies had been set up for the staff. A large golden dragon stood nearby, preening her wings and enjoying a few choice tidbits. Upon seeing the hobbit, the wyrm yawned warily and stretched, then tried to look unconcerned, "So you've gotten yourself in trouble and now you want me to help. This certainly sounds familiar. And not just to help anyone, but the one person in all of Arda with whom I have a serious quarrel."

"Yes, please. It's Mithadan. He's not feeling well." Cami tugged on the dragon's wing until she propelled her over in front of the door. The wyrm shrugged her shoulders, "Alright, I'm not doing this for you. I'm doing it for Piosenniel who managed to get herself in this jam by following in Mithadan's footsteps against my better advice."

One blast of fire from Angara and the wooden door was reduced to toast.

[ May 06, 2003: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ]