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Bronze flashed in the sky above Ista as L'kye and Taomith broke from *between* wildly, spinning

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~"OW! Get off me!" As Olethym attempted to pull his smarting foot free, the runner whuffled

Amalyn hadn't actually meant to break the restriction of flying out of Ista Weyr's boundaries

~"Or a firelizard. They could physically follow your sister around. Or look for -her-."~ “

Olethym was caught unawares by Amalyn's demand to know about the Hold. He watched her for a

"Of course, I've been here 8 turns now," Faelon said making a bit of a face as she gave

Aivee frowned, still thinking about how such festivities just weren't for her. Be it a large

“The water looks cold,” Kora teased as she curled into V'tor's arms slightly disappointed

That someone she had locked eyes with was a Brownrider! She knew the knots; she had graced the Sands

Avarin's eyebrows quirked at Olethym's thoughts. It was best to head to bed now while he

"It's about that time, yes," Olethym replied with a faint smile. Mistaking the apology,

"Splendid orchestration of the subject, healer." Slow, mocking applause rang out from the

((OOC: Another post between V'tor and Kora)) There she was, still in the entrancing clothing she

(OOC: JP between Tawny/W'vryn and Shai/ Ve'jas) ~ "I think I will particularly enjoy our

(OOC: This is a JP between Lys/Vtor and Tawny/Kora/Nerys) “V'tor,” The words came out as a silky

“Be sure to keep everything neat,” It was funny how such a frail looking woman could make a set of

One must ponder where to begin this unhappy story. Do you begin with those who perpetuate the feeling