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Child of the 7th Age · 05-01-2003, 10:49 PM

Angara stared intently at Mithadan for a moment. At least the Man had taken time to introduce his friends. Then she carefully scrutinized all those sitting at the bar or in the general vicinity. Her gaze hurriedly passed over Mattius, Diamond, and Heren Istarion. Nice folk indeed, but not quite what she was seeking.

One look at Lush and Angara's nostrils twitched. It was not just the smell, but the uncomfortable feeling that she'd met another creature of intelligence and wit who could probably match her stroke for stroke. Angara felt an insatiable desire to propel a large ball of fire directly beside Lush, no more than an inch from her nose. But when she stretched out her wings and lowered her head to strike, Cami glared back and muttered, "Cut that out, Wyrm. Do you want to get us in trouble? Lush is one of the true legends of the Downs."

The Dragon snorted. Hobbits could be such killjoys, and Cami was no exception. With great difficulty, the Wyrm reined in her capricious nature and set her eyes on the last occupant at the bar. She stared and stared again, finding her breath coming in quick jagged gasps. Who was this? The others called him Squatter. Such a simple name for a gentleman, and such a gentleman he was!

Angara leaned over directly in front of Squatter and batted her eyelashes several times, hoping to attract his attention. Failing to produce the desired results, she pushed her snout out a bit further and sent a gentle smokering floating in his direction. Cami shifted uncomfortably in her seat and tried muttering at the dragon under her breath. But, this time, her efforts failed miserably. Totally mesmerized by the gallant if groggy Squatter, Angara trudged over behind her beloved's barstool, and protectively draped a tail about his neck, flicking it back and forth with obvious delight.

"Oh, bother," moaned Cami. "What is she doing? Can't you stop her?" The hobbit shook her head and looked imploringly at Mithadan who shrugged his shoulders and chuckled. "You're the one who brought her here. Don't look at me."

It was only after Squatter passed out at the bar several minutes later that Angara agreed to back off and take a stroll with Cami.

[ May 02, 2003: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ]

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Child of the 7th Age Spirit of the Lonely Star Join Date: Mar 2002 Posts: 5,133	Angara stared intently at Mithadan for a moment. At least the Man had taken time to introduce his friends. Then she carefully scrutinized all those sitting at the bar or in the general vicinity. Her gaze hurriedly passed over Mattius, Diamond, and Heren Istarion. Nice folk indeed, but not quite what she was seeking. One look at Lush and Angara's nostrils twitched. It was not just the smell, but the uncomfortable feeling that she'd met another creature of intelligence and wit who could probably match her stroke for stroke. Angara felt an insatiable desire to propel a large ball of fire directly beside Lush, no more than an inch from her nose. But when she stretched out her wings and lowered her head to strike, Cami glared back and muttered, "Cut that out, Wyrm. Do you want to get us in trouble? Lush is one of the true legends of the Downs." The Dragon snorted. Hobbits could be such killjoys, and Cami was no exception. With great difficulty, the Wyrm reined in her capricious nature and set her eyes on the last occupant at the bar. She stared and stared again, finding her breath coming in quick jagged gasps. Who was this? The others called him Squatter. Such a simple name for a gentleman, and such a gentleman he was! Angara leaned over directly in front of Squatter and batted her eyelashes several times, hoping to attract his attention. Failing to produce the desired results, she pushed her snout out a bit further and sent a gentle smokering floating in his direction. Cami shifted uncomfortably in her seat and tried muttering at the dragon under her breath. But, this time, her efforts failed miserably. Totally mesmerized by the gallant if groggy Squatter, Angara trudged over behind her beloved's barstool, and protectively draped a tail about his neck, flicking it back and forth with obvious delight. "Oh, bother," moaned Cami. "What is she doing? Can't you stop her?" The hobbit shook her head and looked imploringly at Mithadan who shrugged his shoulders and chuckled. "You're the one who brought her here. Don't look at me." It was only after Squatter passed out at the bar several minutes later that Angara agreed to back off and take a stroll with Cami. [ May 02, 2003: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ] __________________ Multitasking women are never too busy to vote.