Angara trudged over to where Mithadan was seated, and curled up near his side on the deck. She was still huffing and puffing a bit at the injustice of making HER stay on the ship, not to mention the audacity of the others not thinking that she might have something more to offer them in the way of information.
Mithadan reached down,unmindfully, and rubbed the scaley plate on the top of her head with his knuckles. Her harumphing soon turned to gentler thoughts from his heedless ministrations.
As long as I'm trapped here on this ship, perhaps I should consider some new riddles to move these creatures along in their searchings. Hmmmm?! Now how to phrase it, how to phrase it . . .
She dropped off to sleep, warring images of cold lands and hotly fought battles filling her dreams. Her talons twitched in remembrance.
[ July 07, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ]
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Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.
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