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 Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 3:02 am
A turn and a half came to pass.
Lureth, the queen of Sora, rose to mate. She was caught by Dagelth, the bronze of E'var. There was some questioning of Sora's now seemingly permanant placement as Weyrwoman and if Mekaama had any right to the title, but Mekaama relinquished any claim entirely. Her heart had healed some from the loss of D'niel, but she no longer felt herself fit to lead a weyr. She also had another pressing matter on her mind: the birth of her son, Mekiel. He is now one turn old.
The weyrlings of Aylith's clutch have grown and trained. They have been able to fly for a while now, and have done nothing but learn and train since the day after their hatching. Their final tests approach and with it their entrance into the fighting wings.
In the meantime, Villa and K'dex were steadily growing more attached to eachother, so it came as no great surprise to anyone, that when green Selenth next rose, brown Starrith caught her.
Villa still doesn't know about the reason K'dex was transferred, and fears asking because she doesn't want to risk losing him. She can see there's something about it that causes him pain.
Recently, the two have started discussing moving into one weyr, to cement their relationship as weyrmates.
The weyrlings were building themselves friendships as their dragonets grew and strengthened. F'riae and E'sper, already best friends, added the new green rider, Evabrie to their group. It's rare that the three separate now, unless they can't manage to weasel their way into getting on the same chore lists. E'sper and Evabrie having taken to confiding in eachother when the need arises.
Josie been at the Weyr for a while, but that time had passed for her in a flash. Even though she was no longer at the Healer Crafthall she was trying for her mastery, borrowing books from other healers in the Weyr and asking to take care of some of their more tedious patients. Duke had also been a great help -she wrote to her old master daily, relating to him what she'd learned.
Because of her studies Josie rarely left her weyr. She'd hardly even noticed the transition between the Barracks and this place -it was just one more bed to lay across while she read. The only attention she paid to anyone outside herself was to Caylith and Duke, using them to practice anatomy and applying salves. It had come as a large surprise to her when Selenth had risen to mate, and having heard stories she had looked to Caylith. The green's focus was on the world outside the weyr, listening to the flight with the closest thing to a bored expression a dragon could have. It seemed that she wasn't quite ready yet, despite her nearing maturity. Odd, but...
That day Josie had shrugged it off, returning to her book. Caylith would be the one to know.
It came as no surprise that when Lureth rose to mate that Trameth would not be catching her, even though he did give chase. Many had assumed it was because the Bronze was still quite attached to Green Valth, as his rider was still much attached to Green Valth's rider, Sana. What many did not realize at the time - as K'ris and Sana had chosen not to say anything until they could be certain - was that Sana was pregnant.
Not that the whole Weyr didn't know a heartbeat after the expecting weyrmates did - far faster than even Thread could burrow. And a little girl, Sarisa, was born less than two sevendays after Mekaama's son, Mekiel.
Within months of her recovery, Auralena, rider of Gold Meryth, was on her feet and walking about as best as she could. Never far from her was T'bol, and constantly watching the Queen rider's recovery was J'roh. Nearly half a Turn later, Ara has been once again clear to resume her duties. And she and T'bol have kept their promises to each other, and started a new life together, as weyrmates.
Though the last year hasn't been good for everyone. J'roh took ill to a serious fever within days of assisting Mekaama with her son's birth, leaving Sana in the hands of other Weyrhealers, including L'san - who had to take care of most of J'roh's usual responsibilities, which included medicating the ill Weyrhealer. There are reasons why Healers make the worst sort of patients.
But his new resposibilities did provide L'san with many convenient excuses to avoid Villa and K'dex, though mostly Villa. The Blue rider, and the Brown rider have so far come to a mutually tolerable understanding, but neither will say much on the subject. Meanwhile, Villa and L'san continue to avoid each other, sometimes going so far as to cut out of the main hall as soon as they see each other.
And although L'san has been able to forge a friendship with Kazra, whose firelizards all hatched and found good friends, the Green rider still resists anything beyond bland companionable conversations. The recovered J'roh will only advise L'san not to push her, while he continues to off-handedly ignores any and all sound medical advise L'san gives him. Afterall, only a fully trained Healer knows best - no matter how ill he's recently been.
Today the senior weyrlings are gathered in the bowl. They are to be divided into groups of three and assigned a rider. They will then be drilled and evaluated.
And on the morrow, they will fly Thread in the higher flights for the first time.
After that, it will be decided whether they pass or fail. If they pass, they will gain a place in the wings and a weyr. If they fail, they must return to the barracks and continue training.
Though some riders have begrudgingly accepted appointments as weyrling evaluators, most have this rest day to relax. It's a fine day at Telgar: clear skies, a slight breeze, and no Thread.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 3:58 am
Ryha, Alith by her side stands restlessly in the bowl with the other senior weyrlings. They had both become fimiliar with thier new home within the past few months and were very excited to have the chance to go against thread the next day. Alith fidgets about, waiting for what she is to do, both of them somewhat nervous.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 9:38 am
Ellieth was lounging on her weyrcouch and watching the weyrlings assemble in the bowl.
"They've grown strong, Aylith's progeny. What percent do you think will get injured trying to show up the rest today, dear?" Iris commented and turned to her dragon.
8% minor injuries.
"You have a lot of faith in them."
Aylith is strong. the green answered nonchalantly.
F'sen was just bathing his bronze Larsunath in the lake when he saw the senior weyrlings assemble. He chuckled a little at their embarassment at being the center of attention for weyr-activities. He sent the bronze to rinse and wiped his hands on a soft piece of hide. Thinking about his last trial before becoming a fighting wing member he couldnt help but grin since he and Larsunath had been so excited they had scored the minimum of points needed to pass.
These will do fine. They have been training enthusiastically.
Yes, I'm sure they will do great. Just remembering old times, Nath.
The bronze grunted his reply which caused water to spray up into the air he then waddled out of the water and let his rider mount so that he could rest on his weyrcouch ledge.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 11:21 am
From her high perch above the Feeding Grounds where Caylith had deposited her Josie watched her hunting. The senior weyrling was dressed in her riding gear with her long dark hair twisted into a bun and tucked up inside. Because of her size and childish features (and the indistinguishability of children when they're young) she looked like a small boy sitting up on the edge of the empty weyr with her legs crossed pretzel-style. The reason for its abandonment was obvious to her -it was too small to fit a proper dragon, and the room that she assumed was the bath was blocked off by a pile of large stones. She thought that they ceiling had been shaken loose at one point.
A dark shape soaring by below her took Josie's attention away from her private musings. Nearing maturity, Caylith was large for a green -some of the smallest of the blues were about the same size. She was lean and agile as they, and loved to stretch herself out so as to seem larger than her twenty-five feet*. Right now she seemed smaller against the mixed herd of wherry and herdbeast that she flew over, searching with a keen eye for a choice meal. Josie chuckled. You're going to run all the meat off them, dear. Pick something. Don't get cute. The reference made Josie grin. Caylith had unwittingly (or did she know?) picked up on some of her rider's choice phrases, that being one of them. "Fardles" was also a favorite, but she had little use for it.
Below Caylith folded her wings back as she struck, diving right into the midst of the herd for her choice. The more experienced dragons usually did a "fly by", but this was the green's preference. She was convinced it made things softer, but all it did for her rider was remind her of a squashed bug. Hurry up and eat. We have to be back at the Barracks soon for a bit of flight training. Why? I know how to fly, and you know how to ride. What more can there be to know? The green countered as she took her meal -a small herdbeast- up to a ledge and began tearing at it with eager greed. She no longer inhaled her food, and it was a matter of minutes before she was winging her way across the Feeding Grounds to retrieve her rider. There was an evaluation to attend.
...
Caylith's smooth glide to the gathering site for the senior weyrlings reached a graceful finish as she landed to deposit her rider. Josie unstrapped herself and slid down the dragon's broad side, much too worried about being late to ask Caylith for help down. The green had little trouble getting back into the air again and was winging her way towards the lake when Josie finally found herself at the edge of the group of her fellow weyrlings. They were faces that she recognized, but having spent most of her time in solitude studying for her advancement as a Master of her craft, she had no names to attach to them. That hardly seemed the case for the them -they stood in small groups, talking excitedly about the evaluation. Normally a social butterfly, her unease about the coming trials and the impending threadfall the next day made her keep her mouth shut. That is, until... You know we're flying Thread tomorrow, right? You didn't have to remind me! gonk This time, of course, Josie had spoken out loud to Caylith. Some of her fellow weyrlings were looking over at her with bemused expressions on their faces, and still others were looking away, embarassed for her. The tiny woman grabbed the sleeve of the nearest rider and buried her face in it, hiding her embarassment and shame. She was already consider the odd-one-out; why did she have to compound it?
{Hopefully, this other person could be a role player... *Hint**Nudge**Hint**Hint*
Big post. @_@ I am an artist!}
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 7:44 am
J'son trudged out into the bowl to where the weyrlings were waiting. Here he was, on a perfect rest day, assigned to testing a bunch of snot-nosed brats to see if they could join the wings. He was just hoping none of them got assigned to his when they passed.
J'son got to the group of weyrlings and looked at the parchment he had been given with names. He was also the unlucky rider who got four weyrlings instead of three.
"Alright, I need Ryha, F'riae, Evabrie, and Kyra!" he said, loud enough to be heard above any chattering weyrlings.
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 8:01 am
Ryha jumped slightly as J'son called her name. She looked about nervously until she spoted him, she froze for a moment until Alith nudged her towards him.
"come on Ryha, did he not call you?"
"Y...yes, he did...Lets go then.."Her and Alith walked over to J'son.
"I...Im Ryha sir, and this is Alith."She tried to stand as straight as she could, attempting not to look as nervous as she felt about the evaluation. She hoped greatly that her and Alith would pass and become a part of one of the fighting wings. When she first arrived in the Weyr with Alith nearly a year before she dreaded the thought of flying thread, she was always the type to stay cooped up and study. She had been looking forward more to aiding the weyr healer with any draconic injuries than being one out flying the dangers that injured the dragons in the first place. But that somewhat changed, she was now fairly excited about having a chance to fly thread, as was Alith.
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 2:37 pm
J'zen was unaccountably nervous and uncomfortable as he readied himself and Gandrith for his upcoming evaluation. Then, he just happened to see the corner of a book he had been reading earlier and had hidden under his bed just to avoid this. His eyes lit up.
You're going to read to me, aren't you? Gandrith asked plaintively. He did so love stories.
Yes, yes, of course...J'zen silently told his dragon absently as he retrieved the book. Within moments, he was curled against his dragon's large hide. At another time, J'zen would have noticed that Gandrith was finally beginning to truly grow into his rather over-sized wings. Instead, he began where he had left off, falling into a dream world that he and Gandrith seemed to share the more time they spent together.
But an hour later, J'zen remembered exactly why he had hidden the book after laughing a good deal over a particularly funny something. His evaluation was today! Oh, drat! Gandrith! Our evaluation! We can't fail again. And we're already late! We need all the points we can get!
Oh! When we get to really chase the thread! In their haste to stand and make for the bowl, they tripped over one another in mutual cacophony. Every moment made J'zen feel more and more ill. It wasn't that he and Gandrith were bad at what they did. In fact, they were usually rather good and well practiced. They just got distracted easily, and were very unusually clumsy and gangly.
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 7:01 pm
T'ler sighed, stretching as he walked out of his weyr. Brinth, the blue, followed him silently, knowing better than to even try with his rider this early. "Come on, Brinth, we need to get you cleaned up..." His voice was deep and pleasant when he spoke, a stark contrast to his once beautiful singing voice. He stripped off his harper-blue tunic, dropping it at the edge of the bathing pool, he waded in with his great beast to bath him. "I'm clean, T'ler, you need breakfast."
"No, I'm not hungry...and the weyrleader will do inspections with thread coming tomorrow and all." Brinth just shrugged, letting T'ler soak him and shaking to spray water everywhich way. T'ler laughed, water soaking his muscular form. "Brinth!"
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 11:18 pm
[OOC: Ack, sorry Em, Oka, I took a tiny bit of liberty in the fact that E'sper and Ev might already be there. D: Hope shoo dun hate me..!]
They all seem so nervous~
Gastrolith’s voice mused merrily in his rider’s mind, the man of which was seated high forwards on the dragon’s large shoulder, that single eye of his watching the young riders assemble with an intent musing of its’ own. The deep steel blue of its’ depths almost seeming lit up and bright with an silent– something. Excited~?? Nothing could be hidden from one who shared your every thought and feeling. The large body beneath A’driel rumbled as swirling eyes watched the Weyrling’s just as intently, though the young Wingsecond could hear the equivalent of silent laughter in his dragonmate’s voice, never mind the way the Brown pretended to have his attention elsewhere. A’driel frowned at the thick of neck at his side - though good humor ran through his thoughts..
‘Excited? Perhaps. But then again, who could not be so, when they are to evaluate the skills of our future flyers–?’
True enough, true enough~
A’driel ignored the amusement that seemed to be issued from his dragon’s mind at a heightening level, "It seems as if they have all arrived, finally–“ His lip twitched at the corner, itching to find the hilarity that his dragon played on so very well, though he did after a moment of thought. He and Gastrolith, they had never been late, and never were late, were and had always been early, it was something that just gave a good impression and was proper... In his opinion.
You were always early, I preferred sleeping in~ But obviously not in Gastroliths'.
'Indeed, you lazy brown brute, now find Quill for me–' The indignant snort was ignored as A'driel dismounted from the large beast's shoulder, and stepped along towards the young riders at a brisk and even pace, his arms folded behind his back. Even as the cool breeze hit his neck as the small green flit back winged from between, and landed daintily on his blind sided shoulder, the man kept a dutiful pace until he halted a short distance from the weyrlings. "J'zen, E'sper and Josie!" He'd memorized the three names easily, and called them out clearly over the chatter of nerves, expecting the trio to step forwards, ready to go.
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F'riae shifted anxiously, and as he did so, was leaning back against the chest of his young dragonmate, who stood and watched the clustering and chattering with uninterested, swirling eyes. Both he and his rider, unlike the group ahead of them, weren't in the least bit nervous for these upcoming tests. Oh no, not at all, F'riae was simply impatient to get to showing off, and Moth was feeling the same, though he was finding standing around looking as bored as a dragon could look was much more fun then shaking with anticipation. Though it was getting, kind of, well, boring... Your twitching is making my chest tickle, get'off~ The young blue might have been small for his coloring, but his head was still fairly large compared to his rider's body, and sent F'riae stumbling forwards and back into the crowd with nothing but a small nudge.
Azure eyes glared back at Moth, who simply gave a of half a snort and what F'riae could have sworn was a playful smirk - or at least the equivalent of what a dragon might be able to manage. A sigh and the teen couldn't help but smirk right on back, 'Just watch where your bumping your snout against next time Ugly~' A hand reached back and F'riae rubbed his backside for good measure, and chuckled outloud at the amusement and delight that aired from his dragon, of course, he blinked when his name was called, broken from the merriment of he and Moth's little joke.
Though his surprise washed clean as quickly as it had come, and he moved to press through the crowd of his fellow senior weyrlings, shouldering his way forwards until he stopped halfway - when he heard E'sper's name called and more importantly, who it was called by. The dark haired youth smirked and found his friend swiftly, it wasn't all that hard anyways tall, and with Evabrie right next to him, "Hey, don't get too nervous in front of him eh, or ya might fall offa your dragon while he's looking--" F'riae of course, left the taunting words at E'sper's right left shoulder, before he deeked to the right, where Evabrie stood. One arm being quickly thrown over her shoulders as he leant dangerously against her, "Come now m'lady, let us go to our Evaluator before he gets crankier then he already looks~"
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 11:45 pm
Josie winced as her name was called by the rider with the green fire lizard standing at the edge of the group. The fellow weyrling whose arm she'd grabbed must have sensed her nervousness, for the man shook her off and snickered.
Your turn. Don't fall from your dragon now!
I would never let you fall!
She kept Caylith's sharp retort to herself and took a few hesitant steps through the crowd towards the figure who was meant to be her evaluator. A short woman, she hardly came up to the shoulders of most of those around her, and that being if she were standing on tip toe as she was now. No one seemed to be making room for her...
Make room for yourself, then. What do you fear? You are a journeywoman of the Healer Crafthall, soon to become a Master, who has Impressed both a bronze fire lizard and myself. Be brave and bold.
You make that sound easy! Sheesh...
Nevertheless the young woman was given a morale boost by her dragon's comments. She forced her way through the crowd to the spot where the evaluator was standing in wait for her and stopped before him, smiling nonchalantly. It helped that Duke, her own fire lizard, appeared from between near her ear, chittering at the green perched on A'driel's shoulder as he took his customary place on the shoulder of his human. Having been oiled that morning his hide shone healthily, a deep shade of bronze that was nearing brown.
The knot of a Healer was on the sleeve of her riding gear, and her hair done up and tucked under the helmet in such a way that when combined with her childish features, she looked more like a little boy than a woman.
I'm Josie, and Caylith tells me...
She paused for a moment as Caylith conversed with Gastrolith. Her eyes took on the unfocused look of someone speaking to their dragon before she snapped back, grinning ruthlessly.
She tells me that you are brown rider A'driel, my evaluator. {I hope that such a thing is allowed -it's a small swapping of information between dragons, but I didn't know if you wanted to RP it or not.}
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2007 11:48 am
J'zen heard his name called by whom he assumed must be A'driel just as Gandrith had just barely come into the bowl and he winced, cringing. Somehow, he knew, he just knew A'driel would lecture him for being late.
Oh, stop worrying so much! We ride very well. Gandrith told his rider confidently.
However, J'zen did not share his dragon's confidence. There was a reason they had failed before. He cringed again as Gandrith began to land, Gandrith was muttering something about the healer in the story J'zen had been reading to the dragon. It was rather crowded in the bowl, and Gandrith's wings were so very wide. J'zen braced himself for the impact, a habit born out of familiarity with rough landings.
J'zen was not surprised when Gandrith wobbled a bit and landed rather heavily. The dragon was still as much of a klutz as his rider was. But quickly, J'zen put a face to the man who had called his name and hastily dismounted, managing to only trip once. While both dragoner and rider promised to grow into a fine pair, one large and gleaming, the other tall and handsome. But for now, they were still too gangly and awkward for that. J'zen brushed his dark hair out of his bright eyes, his most striking feature. Uncertainly, he made a bit of an attempt at a bow. "I am J'zen, sir."
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2007 8:49 pm
Aylith glided down into the bowl, Mekaama on her back with Mekiel held tightly in her arms. She landed gently by the lake and her rider dismounted, putting Mekiel down and letting the one-turn-old child toddle about.
Keep an eye on him, Mekaama said.
As always.
Mekaama went and retrieved some of the brushes and scrubs left out by other riders. They were usually found on nice days since many riders took the opportunity to get their dragons clean. She saw a blue rider was already there with his dragon as well. She didn't think he saw her yet though.
Mekiel tottered about for a bit and then plopped himself down. He was watching the weyrlings and their dragons, gathering not far off in the bowl. He pointed at them and smiled, looking up at Aylith, but the queen did not see him. She was also watching the weyrlings. Their dragons were those from her first clutch. A trace of pride crept into the queen's heart.
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2007 11:07 pm
E'sper was nearly bouncing back and forth from one foot to the other in anticipation, and nervousness. Oh he would never live it down if he failed his tests! He'd never forgive himself! He'd die of shame! He'd--
Calm down. came the insistent, ever-present voice of his green dragon. Marth had grown into a fine young green, though like F'riae's blue Moth, was on the small side for her color. She nuzzled her rider's shoulder comfortingly. We have grown much since I hatched. We will do fine.
"I hope so, Marth." E'sper answered, taking a deep, calming breath and exhaling slowly. Like his dragon, E'sper had grown too, nearing his twentieth Turn. He was taller than most of the other weyrlings, and had filled out a bit through the shoulder and chest. He no longer resembled a laundry pole. Training had sculpted his lean body with the firm muscle and strong legs that was as much a constant in a dragonrider as his riding jacket. His hair was cropped close on top, but was a bit longer in front of his eyes and at the back of his head. The back was bound into a neat tail that just brushed the middle of his spine.
He was just about to start his nervous shifting again, when F'riae nudged him. Evabrie was nearby, and he grinned at them both. "I won't fall." he said, with more confidence than he felt. "And how about you don't show off." he waved at them, as he and Marth made their way over to the other weyrlings that were assembled before A'driel. His nervousness returned ten-fold, even if A'driel was no longer Wingsecond to the Weyrleader. He was still a wingsecond, and a brownrider to boot!
E'var stood on the queen's ledge, overlooking the weyrlings as they prepared for their final tests. He knew E'sper was down there. Even if the boy doubted himself, E'var knew he was strong, and would make an excellent rider.
Marth is a fine dragon. He has done well. Dalgeth informed him as he stretched his great bronze pinions. We should wish them all well.
E'var thought about that for a moment before nodding his head slowly. "Indeed. Up we go, Dal."
With practiced ease, the Weyrleader swung up to the bronze shoulder and settled himself between the neck ridges. "Ask Lureth if Sora is going to wish them luck." he said, before giving his bronze the command to descend.
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2007 2:07 am
K'ris glanced up at the sun, barely half it's length above the horizon, and frowned. He still found himself getting up earlier than was necessary, expecting to find a pile of papers and dispatches to go through. Though the pleasure of such responsibilities was now E'var's, K'ris found it difficult to sit still at Wingleader meetings. K'ris often wondered if that was common enough.
You always said you hated all the extra responsibility, Trameth's mental tones rumbled through his rider's mind.
Yeah. But you'd be surprised what you can get used to.
The Bronze snorted. K'ris glanced up above him to the stony outcropping where Trameth was lounging. It was a favorite morning perch. It had been some time since Sarisa had had a bad night that woke up both her parents. K'ris still found himself waking up at odd hours though. He supposed that was pretty common, too.
The year was certainly presenting him with a lot of firsts. But his daughter - he still had trouble getting around that thought - was still sleeping, and so was Sana.
You should eat before you start brooding, Trameth yawned, before turning his eyes on the weyrlings.
"I don't brood." K'ris had also turned his gaze though.
You did tell A'driel to go easy on them, right?
K'ris smirked. So even Tram had noticed the added directness in his Wingsecond. K'ris had been meaning to have a word about it with the young man. Ever since Lureth's Flight, there had been a notable change in the morale of K'ris' Wing. "I thought I was forgetting something."
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2007 8:31 am
Shall we go watch them?
Do you really want to?
It would be amusing.
Iris cocked her head at her dragon. It seemed that Ellieth was getting more and more amused by the new pairs. Iris thought it smarter to wait till they join their wing and see them handle thread as fighting dragons for the first time. She shrugged her shoulders and grabbed the riding straps which she attached to her green with practiced motions. She could probably do it in her sleep. It didn't take long before the Green launched off her ledge and glided into the bowl. Iris spotted Aylith and Mekaama near the lake so she directed her green in that direction. As Iris dismounted Ellieth decided to take a swim eventhough she had been bathed not long ago.
"Alright but don't get dirty."
I wont.
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