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Post by Lothyna on Nov 26, 2010 11:55:13 GMT -5
Arching an eyebrow at the appearance of his lest favorite rider (out of the entire Weyr, at that), Mikovren more or less successfully schooled his features into a blanker mask, working harder than he usually must to keep that façade that fooled so many in place. Waiting while humming a gentle tune-for his benefit, and possibly Eneths, he studied the bronze’s movements. Since Eneth would have been due for a full once-over soon enough anyways, being close to mature age, he may as well take care of that now… Unfortunately, (for him) he had the time, too. He’d purposely scheduled this as his last appointment of the day, knowing he’d need some sort of stress relief after.
The only other concern, though he wasn’t sure how to even –begin- to broach it with F’ren, given their… differences… was that of Eneth’s emotional and mental state after the events recently. Granted, that usually fell mainly on the rider, but Mikovren did take his job seriously, and Eneth was under his care, for the time being. More, he’d also paid attention to the bronze’s potential, and had to admit, if taken care of, he had a lot. And every dragon was necessary-especially now. With a shake of his head for the wool-gathering, he decided to just let it be for the time being, and try to find a suitable tactic later on-like when he had a dragon between him and the irritable bronze Weyrling. Preferably his own.
Even better, with both that little fire lizard of F’ren’s between them too. Which, privately, he admitted he was still somewhat jealous over, though the dragon not so much. Still, his skill in tending wings had landed him with F’ren and Eneth-and his atypical rudeness or distraction hid a strong ability in reading others-something which was becoming more key and obvious as trauma had to be dealt with in the Weyr at this time. Frowning slightly as he tilted his head to one side, the journeyman let his gaze trail over the bronzes’ hide, studying how the muscles pulled and tugged against each other as he came closer. As the wing in question came into view, he started walking over, gaze focused on it and it alone, doing his best to ignore the presence of F’ren for the time being.
The slow movement was steady enough that he doubted it was from pain-more likely both wanting to be elsewhere. Still, Miko circled Eneth slowly in the gentle, stumbling walk he preferred, looking for any obvious signs of a problem. Stopping by the bronze’s head when done, he peered up. “Pain, Eneth, aside from the wing?” he asked, doubted the bronze would reply-he expected a few words from F’ren. But this way, he wasn’t speaking to the rider-and it was typical of him anyways. He knew Eneth was smart enough to understand, and convey via his rider if aught needed attention that Miko couldn’t see on his own. “I’ll need you to extend it for me,” He added, motioning to the injured wing, before returning the tune hummed under his breath, eyes locked on the joints and sail of the previously damaged wing.
Watching F’ren from the corner of one eye, Mikovren wondered idly what exactly it was that had sent them against each other as such-and after a moment, decided it didn’t matter. He was too busy with healing to allow someone into his life, even as an acquaintance, let alone friend (which F’ren certainly was not material for) to accept (in his opinion) foolish, or childish, behavior. Though he would never admit it, however, something about being able to bicker with F’ren was pleasing-and he was tempted, so tempted, to give in to the allure of that today, after the long, tiring drama with that brown. Especially since it was his only current form of stress relief…
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Post by Lothyna on Nov 24, 2010 15:28:20 GMT -5
Actually, it should be yule. Because she's such a gift to the world, and is the formidable ice queen just waiting for the prince to thaw and warm her lonely, frozen heart.
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Post by Lothyna on Nov 17, 2010 8:59:04 GMT -5
*falls over laughing* omg, Thorne, I love you so very much.
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Aiuto!
Nov 16, 2010 21:51:46 GMT -5
Post by Lothyna on Nov 16, 2010 21:51:46 GMT -5
Um... if I remember correctly from taking apart my LAST laptop, that's one of the clips that helps hold wires and screen in place. Be -really- careful. It shouldn't be too hard to replace it back in though. Have any screws or clips come out?
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Post by Lothyna on Nov 15, 2010 22:22:13 GMT -5
Who: Sa'niel, Geveneth, Shen. (open) What: Craft work and distractions from a young dragon Where: The beach, near a small, perfect-for-hatchling depth pool in the water. When: Early afternoon Warnings: None
The tantalizing summer breezes, and the lovely drowsing heat, along with the noises of some of the bolder jungle birds were a siren’s call. When you added to that a curious, itchy young dragonet, and a playful, exploratory firelizard, combined with a missive about work for a craft, well… it ended up creating rather a mess at first. Sa’niel had been curled up talking to Geveneth, getting used to the bond and exploring topics with her, when Shen had appeared beside them, clutching a parchment in her tube for messages, and cheeping excitedly as she sent them both images of Sa’niel’s old Master, and a tasty treat of sweet meat as a bribe, before settling down to allow herSav to remove the message and read it. Once that was done, Shen chirped a happy greeting to Geveneth, and settled right next to her.
Chuckling, while Geveneth went nose-to-nose with Shen to greet her, he studied the message, then smiled. He’d already completed something that would serve, but the mention of people taking an interest in the pieces he made with wire and gems was intriguing, and worth designing more things for. He glanced down at the baby dragon fondly, studying her bulging belly. They’d been just about to head to the lake for her to sleep off her morning meal, and her sides looked a bit comical with the chunkiness from the meat there. Grabbing a carry-sack, Sa’niel stuffed a snack for himself, some drawing tools, and a large jar of oil into it, before stomping his feet into his boots. “Come, loves. Let’s get down to the lake before you fall asleep right here.”
~Savviemine, I’m so tired, though… It’s not far, is it? Will Desyth be there? Or the others?~ Geveneth’s tired voice slipped into his mind, and Sa’niel paused, then knelt, caressing her eye ridges as a gentle, unbelieving love washed through him. He still was astounded so perfect a dragonet could ever want him, and treasured her greatly. “Of course, love. It’s not far at all. And then we’ll be right there to bathe you after, hmm? You know that the hot sun will feel very good as you nap, dear-heart. And I don't know, they might be. Why don’t we go see?” Coaxing, and cajoling lightly, he led her down by the waters, carefully settling her into a depression in the sand, and making sure her wings were tucked comfortably.
Kneeling beside her, he smiled, utterly besotted, and ran a gentle hand over her spine, as Shen cheeped from his shoulder. “Sleep, Love. I’ll be right there under the tree, ok?” He felt a tired assent, Geveneth already too asleep to answer, as Shen crawled down his arm, curling up right next to her bigbigSisterGreen’s head, determined to keep watch over her. Wandering over to a nearby tree, Sa’niel settled down to work, soon lost in thought, both about his project, and the green dragoness laying there, soaking up sun, with tiny whistling snores on occasion as she dreamed. Shen lay sprawled beside Geveneth, a bright patch that mirrored the dragon, dreaming too.
Curled beside the water with a desk on his lap, the young smith turned Weyrling was scribbling away, occasionally glancing up to study the two. A desk seated on his lap now had a clip holding papers which fluttered in the light breeze, drawing and designs covering all of them, though most were not the assignment he’d needed to do. Instead, he had glanced down to see dragon-imagery, such as he’d not enjoyed after the death of his family at Fort, studding the paper. Geveneth’s lithe form was most prevalent, and he’d worked out an emblem for a pendant of her and Shen, based on some funny moments playing in water for her bath, the first day they’d been bonded. Peering down at it, he frowned, and started noting materials, wanting to capture her young, fresh innocence while it lasted.
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Post by Lothyna on Nov 15, 2010 21:00:01 GMT -5
Too caught up in her reaction to E’rics’ success and his partner, Selene found herself surprisingly colliding with a surface much harder than her intended target, and broader. A ‘whoomph’ of breath left her, and she lay there for a moment, half on Orith, blinking dazedly. Shaking her head clear it, the young girl steadied herself, then realized that her field of view was taken up rather completely by the dark, blood-hued hide in front of her. Despite the color, it wasn’t a memory trigger which made her pale and gasp, it was realizing she’d just tumbled headfirst into Orith. Staring up at his eyes with a rapidly-growing sheepish look, she flushed faintly. “Urm.. Sorry…” She half-coughed out, rubbing her chest with a hand before trying to pry herself off, lest she inadvertently offend the hatchling whose meal she’d interrupted. She knew very well that some dragonets would attack rather fiercly, and flushed at the lecture she knew she’d get later.
But Elric-E’ric now, had Impressed! That happiness had been an override for tradition, and she didn’t feel the least bit sad about it-as long as the dragonet forgave her. Glancing up from the bronze to the person she’d –meant- to hug, Selene grinned slightly, eyes brightening once more as she saw the small smile, knowing now how rare it was. And really, she had liked him from the start, because of that control. As he helped set her to rights, she smiled her thanks. “Sorry Elric-E’ric now? I guess I should watch where I’m running..” She muttered, an un-repentant gleam in her eye giving lie to the façade of feeling guilty over her breech of custom. In a moment, she was bouncing once more, nodding. “I’m sorry Orith, I was just so happy to see you two bond, I couldn’t wait!” She told him, before suddenly finding herself tugged behind E’ric, whose tension made her freeze.
Peering around him, she saw the mutated hatchling arrive with horror, and rocked backwards, barely seeing Orith move to defend E’ric, whom she knew had moved her to protect her himself. Arms sliding about herself, Selene trembled, feeling the overwhelming fear of the green surround her, tinged with an anger she couldn’t understand, and backed a shaking step away, eyes locked on the attacks before her on the sands. She was too stunned at the sight to be able to fight off the emotions, and felt bile rising in her throat as it finally went between. The shock of the fear and anger fading so abruptly, along with the sorrow of the death-and another joining it quickly, made her reel. Plunking down hard on the ground beside orith’s pail of meat, the girl wrapped her arms about herself, trying to fight off the nausea.
Why did this have to happen today? On a day already tainted? Shuddering, she slowly fought back the urge to hurl, especially when she heard the question. She nodded, shakily, and turned her gaze to Orith, focusing on him instead as she heard a question, head tilted. She saw a twitch, and frowned, a gentle curiosity in her eyes. Still, he wasn’t her dragon, and it wasn’t her place to ask. Rising to her feet again, Selene brushed off the dirt form her clothes, and wrinkled her nose at the smell of so much raw meat, though she understood the need as more people Impressed and brought their dragonets over to eat. Glancing about, and trying to tally what had hatched so far and who was left, the young girl froze, and then whipped her head around to stare at Orith again, eyes shining as she felt his voice in her head, so concise it startled her.
Staring in shock at having been addressed by a dragon, outside of Veneth on occasion, especially one so newly bonded, she lost the last fading traces of nausea and fear in delight. “I’m Selene! And you hatching and finding E’ric was the best birthday present ever!” She added, bouncing rather happily in place once more. “You’re beautiful, you know? Most bronzes are paler or splotchy.” She added, studying Orith intently, eyes twinkling. While it lasted, she was going to enjoy this, and was already noticing difference between Veneth and Orith in the tones in her head. Unable to contain it, she once more launched herself at E’ric, determined to get a proper hug in this time, before she was (likely) shooed away, since she could see some frowning Weyrfolk to one side. “I’m so~o happy for you!” She said, again, nestling into E’ric side for a second. “But I probably shouldn’t be here…” She admitted, sheepishly, with another glance at the people.
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Post by Lothyna on Nov 15, 2010 0:33:34 GMT -5
Player name: Character name: Haverisen Are you alright with being left standing? Sure! Are you alright with your character being maimed/attacked? 1-5: 4 Are you alright with your character suffering emotional damage? hella. he's hard to damage that way though... >>
I can't believe I forgot this. T.T''''
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Post by Lothyna on Nov 15, 2010 0:23:01 GMT -5
>.> I can't take it!
EEEEEEEE! He's AMAZING. <3
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/fangirl
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Post by Lothyna on Nov 13, 2010 22:29:51 GMT -5
The joys of the day weren’t such to override the lingering sorrow, resentment, fear, and concern, at least not to start. Too many unknown factors were troubling the pair, even as Dysiiliouth had settled himself neatly into a spot near Trith’s area, driven by a need to be close to her even knowing, especially because of that knowledge, that she’d leave as soon as the dragonets hatched and Impressed. The stubborn joy of hatchlings though, started the welcoming thrum in his throat, even as V’ton slid down to the ground, watching while leaning against the shoulder of his dragon, feeling the overwhelming sorrow mixed with fear and the strange lovingly welcoming lullaby hum of the dragons around them. Gaze on Trith, he swallowed, before glancing over the eggs, twitching below. The sight of what remained of the clutch was a poignant reminder of the enormous tasks awaiting them, and just how much rode on a healthy, well rounded clutch-and the birth of a golden queen.
Privately, though, he would admit to almost being relieved-no queen to protect made it somewhat easier to focus on the rest of the defenses-while perversely making it harder, since the Queen was the heart of the Weyr, and the strongest mind within, holding her dragons to standard and honor. He was torn, watching the candidates file in, and locked somewhat with Dysiiliouth’s sorrow as well over the events. Watching the young healer enter-wasn’t he a candidate?- V’ton frowned, then nodded to himself as he saw more candidates file in, even as the first eggs cracked. The sight of a bronze first, and so determined, brought back memories of his own Impression to Dysiiliouth, and both shared a moment to bask in the love from their bond, before smiling to see a brown, however…oddly colored…. And a green, whose movements and actions were adorable.
Glancing at the candidates again, V’ton found himself repeatedly looking over to Keiko, stubbornly hoping she did Impress rather strongly. The times spent with the young woman were a treasure to him, and he couldn’t help a fond smile in her direction. As he’d hoped on meeting her, they had grown closer slowly, more than just a tumble in the sack… no matter how fun. Now, though, if she was lucky enough to find a dragon… It would be a long year and a half. Shaking that thought away, he frowned as he watched more eggs start to move, noting that the hatching seemed to be occurring rather rapidly-and glanced down at Trith herself, feeling a wave of sorrow. Unfortunately, that meant he missed the first two limbs from the Earl Grey, but a sense of unease-that shell was thin, why was it causing so much trouble? Was it a dud?- made him focus more intently.
As he leaned forward, and counted the limbs, he briefly wondered if there were twins in the egg-before a start of alarm, almost a bark, from his dragon made him reel backwards. The sight of such a horrendous mutation chilled him worse than a trip Between ever would. Reeling mentally, he reached for Dysiiliouth, praying that Trith would intervene, despite it being one of her children, and froze as she attacked, suddenly fearful about the state of the other green, and the candidates in her path as he watched the drama unfold. Heart in throat, he watched with baited breath as she finally went Between, terror-stricken that yet more mutations or problems would arise now. And he and Dysiiliouth were in complete agreement on who to blame-the bronze of Silver Cove. Whether the damage was something directly from his genes, or caused by the stress he’d put Trith under, through the Flight and then her injuries which might have impeded the eggs formation, they felt that he was the fault-or theirs, for not getting to Trith in time to get rid of him
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Post by Lothyna on Nov 13, 2010 19:45:42 GMT -5
+ 1/2 Marks (150 posts goal)
Total: = 5 1/2 Marks
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Post by Lothyna on Nov 13, 2010 19:41:57 GMT -5
+ 1 1/2 mark (150 posts goal)
= 3 1/2 Marks
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Post by Lothyna on Nov 12, 2010 21:16:26 GMT -5
Shaking his head at the girl, V’ton lead her with a grin towards the Weyr, pointing out the places of note as they passed. Her chatter was soothing, and uplifting, and the grin on his lips just flat out refused to die. Deciding not to let it bother him, and aware of his bronzes’ approval in the back of his head, he smirked faintly. “I’d have to say that all the wonderful women leave as well-after all, you’re here aren’t you?” He teased, taking the moment to brush a lock of Keiko’s hair back, before walking on as if nothing had occurred… Though he kept his arm linked with hers. “Well, I’m sure I’ll find out for myself whether or not he taught you or vice versa then.” He certainly, most definitely, intended to. It had been some time since he’d bothered to dally with a woman, and longer still since one had held his attention as she did. He was all too aware of Keikos’ …. –earthy- charms, and the nature that seemed to go hand in hand. Honestly? He found himself being drawn in further by that than he’d expected.
~That’s because she’s not some quick tumble you’ll never see again. She’s one you want to be friends with too. Maybe more. I like her.~[/color] Startled again at Dysiiliouth’s meddling in his affairs, V’ton could only shake his head, and focus back on Keiko. While having the bronze approve of her helped, he didn’t want to admit quite yet that Dys was right-either. Though he doubted he’d not try to find her again, just for the sheer joy of life, if spastic attention span, she had. Hearing off the offers she made, he couldn’t help but grin. “Dysiiliouth would love that as much as I would. He never turns down the attention of a pretty young female, especially not one who can draw or paint him!” Laughing slightly, and obviously teasing his dragon, V’ton nodded, though. “In all seriousness, though, I would love to see that, and some of your other art.” He tallied mentally the costs of purchasing such a piece, guessing that while she’d not let him pay for it, she’d not turn down a gift.
And if that gift just so happened to be something of similar value? Well, it wasn’t as if he wasn’t considerate-or slightly romantic. “We can take Jazzy if you’d like? Dysiiliouth won’t mind, and it’s not like it’s an onerous burden for him. Besides, if he’s that loyal to you, he deserves a treat as much as you!” And himself, he felt, though Keiko had certainly offered first. Besides, the very fact that he –could- converse with her made this all the better, as he’d come to dislike the brainless women who saw a bronze and went all gooey-eyed over him. Someone with sense-of a sort-and dreams of her own? Oh, that might be what snared him when all else failed, though. That, and the sheer joy of life. He desperately hoped that she held onto that, through her candidacy, hopeful Impression, and beyond. Already he had a sense he knew why she’d been Searched originally-and was grateful that whatever events occurred, they had sent her here. “I’ve certainly made the most of it, and I have little doubt you can too.” Grinning, he turned his attention back towards the conversation. “If you’d like, later this sevenday, I can also show you around the markets and the like.” He offered, wondering how well she’d receive an invitation to spend more time with him-one totally independent of any bed-games which might or might not happen. He had surprised himself, too, with the offer, but it felt right. And if he only wanted a bedmate, there were plenty of other options. No, she was more than that, he hoped-though he’d not say no later. Then, though, the seemingly stern Wing Leader couldn’t help a laugh.
“Yes, dolphins. The local pod is very helpful and friendly. You might even get to see one of the new-born calves, if we’re lucky. I often take time to visit them, when I need to get away from the Weyr or my duties for a time.” Leading her up to the barracks, he waited with a grin as the sound of a dragon approaching was clear. “Go ahead and grab your sketch book, Dysiiliouth will be here in a moment.” He added, a faint smirk tugging his lips as he spotted a drudge running up with the basket he’d asked for, behind Keiko’s back. Overhead, Dysiiliouth arced playfully, before picking a spot to land where he’d not shower them both with dust and debris, carefully settling into a crouch as he waited. Eyes whirling blue and green, he sent a trill of hope and the memory of swimming to his bonded, head tilted as he studied Keiko and Jazzy.
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Post by Lothyna on Nov 12, 2010 19:52:18 GMT -5
The surge of emotions from the dragons overhead was a force that Savareniel could not stand against, now that he was once again on the sands. After recovering from so rudely being dropped by his friends’ dragon, the young man felt himself once again with a near painful hope stubbornly forming in his chest as he faced the eggs, and the visage of their mother behind them. Eyes darting from shell to shell, the young man had to bite back an appreciative cheer of his own for the first hatchling, the bronze, who knew immediately whom he wanted. It was a badly needed good omen, and he felt a hint of tension ease slightly at Elrics’ Impression to the first. Clapping for the other, he found his attention suddenly riveted, though, as the Rooibos egg, which he’d found so entrancing even if he suspected the inhabitant wasn’t for him, cracking its shell.
All breath left him at the sight of such dark wings, and a thrill of fear accompanied the show of claws, before he stared at the… what had to be a –very- dark brown, throat dry. The actions of the dragonet, though, brought a small chuckle to his lips of appreciation, and he noted with interest than the brown seemed to chose the candidate who’d caught his attention at the fight the day of the Touching. Curiously gazing at the young man, and noting again the shocking violet eyes, Savareniel almost missed the next hatching, and shook himself visibly to retain his focus. It was worth it, though, at the rather comical site that met his gaze, when the first green of the clutch appeared in a rather haphazard manner.
Biting his lips in a grin that he failed ot hide, the young Smith watched her dizzy façade, and the Chamomile Egg, before smiling. She seemed rather sweet-though her demands to her brothers were adorable beyond words to him, Savareniel almost laughed outright to see her climb over the egg she’d landed on. Tracking her progress, he found himself entranced by her sweetness in nuzzling her clutch mates, and then froze. As she came near, he noted in a distant corner of his mind that her hide, damp from hatching, against his skin was soft, supple, and he was petting her, tracing the delicate ridges of her eyes and marveling at her wings.
His world tilted, and refused to return to normal, at the bright voice in his mind, as a rainbow engulfed him and the meeting of a mind to his-so very strong compared to his beloved Shen, changed everything. Speechless, though certainly not thoughtless, he felt a grin stretching his face, and the memory of D’el and Z’ch, hoping that somehow, they would have been proud, surfaced, for once without pain. Swallowing, he let his mind caress hers, still unable to speak, and felt a wave of love for the little hatchling swallowing and muting the past pains.
~Savviemine?~[/color] head tilting to one side, Geveneth peered up at her bonded, aware in that moment that something had changed in him-for the better-because of her, and liking it, but curious. She could feel a little green bonded to hers as well, and pushed a questioning image of Shen at him. Another grumble form her stomach, though, made her wings droop, and she buried herself further in her’s robes, hoping that her brothers hadn’t heard. ~Savvie, I need to eat… it hurts so! And surely you want to meet my brothers? Orith and Desyth are rather handsome…~[/color] her voice turned almost calculating, and she nudged hers towards the tables. His caresses were wonderful, but her stomach demanded food! And really, it was so horrid to make such sounds…
The voice in his head reminded Sav instantly of the needs a newborn dragon had, and he contritely moved to aid her in heading over to food. “Of course, Geveneth! I’m so sorry! And don’t worry, love, we’ll get you food right away. See, there are already people waiting.” He avoided mentioning aught about the other males, though he did look again at Dacktuo.. would it be D’uo now? And hid a blush, feeling Geveneth unerringly pick up on it. He was surprised by the burst of curiosity coupled with her seeming modesty and shyness, but figured he could learn more as they grew together. He was still in awe of having actually been chosen by the lovely little green-with a beautiful color, and amazing tones in her spotting, as he shyly pulled a pail of meet down, sitting down on the ground to be closer to his new parter.
As she tried to get her muzzle in the pail, emitting a few pleading meeps, he chuckled, and blocked her gently. “No, love. You need to eat –slowly-. I don't want you to get sick!” ~Besides, dear, let’s not draw attention from the other two, hmm?~ He added, noting that if she could, Geveneth seemed to shrink slightly, and moved to curl behind him, head near his knee, waiting patiently. Fishing out a chunk of meat and carefully popping it into her maw, he waited, and admonished her quietly, “Geveneth! Chew the meat, don’t swallow it whole! Trust me love. I’ll let you eat til you’re not hungry, but you have to chew!” As she nudged him apologetically, and shot a glance at her clutch-sibs, he slowly fed her more pieces, aware of Shen hovering to one side, so happy she couldn’t even sing that hers had found his partner.
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Post by Lothyna on Nov 12, 2010 18:19:27 GMT -5
The best, and really should be in our advertisements....
OOC: Ooooooooooh mystery! Suspense! Romance! Gundam Wing references! Experience them all at Cerulean. ♥
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Post by Lothyna on Nov 12, 2010 18:04:58 GMT -5
Um... Yes? because Sa'niel may have sense, but he'll also stupidly rush in where angels fear to tread... And needs a kick (or bite) in the butt sometimes over his mourning....
Which is why I love Shen and Geveneth soooo much. xD
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