[piosenniel]

Angara snorted, and laughed a deep dragon's laugh. Her eyes twinkled.

'Oh, not bad, not bad, my dear Man-child!' she chortled. 'But not exactly the word I was looking for.' She flew back to the laden table, preparing a raid on the plate of lovely looking pasties.

Mithadan put his hands on this thighs and exhaled in exasperation. The exacting preciseness of dragons was legendary.

Pio leaned down toward his ear, pretending to brush something off his shirt shoulder. 'It's an old elven riddle, Mith.' she whispered, keeping one wary on the wyrmlet. 'She gave you the answer when she asked it. It's a little closer than the word future. It comes directly after today, if you catch my meaning.'

Angara was looking at her with a considering gaze, a half-eaten pastie hanging from her teeth.

Pio stood up straight, and said a little louder, 'There we go, Mithadan! Just a bit of stray seaweed on your collar. I think I've gotten it off. No problem using the guidance crystal. I'll just get it from the Wheel shaft and make my way to the catamaran once Angara has brought them the message.'

Pio made her way toward the Wheel, stopping to fill a plate with the offerings of sea and land. Bless those dwarves for making such tasty packets she thought to herself.

Mithadan leaned back in his chair and watched Angara, smiling. He looked like the proverbial cat who had just gotten into the cream.

[ July 02, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ]