Angara had flown in a large arc and made her way back to the ship on the side opposite from where she had taken off. The sea breezes under her wings had cooled her off somewhat, but she still wasn't completely mollified. She spied Pio at the wheel and landed on the pillar to which its axel was bolted.
Pio tried to ignore her, but the dragon extended her neck and brought her head on a level with the elf's.
'You told him, didn't you?!' she hissed in a low voice.
'Who? What?' returned Pio, innocently. The sea was a little rougher than the day before, and holding the wheel to course was exacting and tiring.
'Mithadan, you half-witted half-elf! You told him the answer to my riddle!!'
'You've answered your own question,' said Pio, smiling at the dragon. 'I'm a half-wit, how could I possibly have known the answer to such a conundrum as you presented.'
'Admit it, you lembas munching stargazer!'
'Never!'said Pio, holding fast to her innocence.
Angara leapt from the pillar and knocked the elf flat on her back. 'Then I shall make you!' she said, and began to tickle Pio mercilessly with her claws.
The elf lay helpless, laughing and crying for mercy, while the wyrmlet danced on her ribcage.
The wheel spun wildly, and the ship turned crazily in a new direction.
[ July 03, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ]
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