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Post by gryfeathr on Sept 21, 2011 1:00:20 GMT -5
D'nel, pleased to be of help, bends down to collect the discarded scraps of gauze for boiling to keep them from being wasted. He heaved the whole collection in the basket up onto his hip, catching T'rey's eye a moment. "See? I'm sure you can do it. T'rey, good luck. If you need anything else, feel free to relay something through Caranth."
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Post by Conway on Sept 21, 2011 1:13:26 GMT -5
He's sure to meet D'nel's eye before he goes. "Thank you again, I think we'll manage now." How encouraging to have an excuse to contact him again.
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Post by gryfeathr on Sept 21, 2011 1:25:54 GMT -5
D'nel tipped his head to him. "No problem for a fellow rider."
He swayed off through the crossing crowd of weyrlings and riders, disappearing into one of the ground level cave entrances. He still wore most of his leathers, making him an easily lost brown splotch.
I think Orsith's rider likes you Coranth observed in a curious fashion. D'nel chuckled to himself as he moved back into the healing caves, ducking around a hurring pair of ladies who gave him a look but ignored him; riders responding to apparently nothing was old hat to them.
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Post by Conway on Sept 21, 2011 1:37:49 GMT -5
You like him? The bronze questioned as T'rey hauled himself back onto the dragons back. Hush, I've just met him. We'll see. At least the injury did not prevent the dragon from returning them to their own quarters, where T'rey could settle his beast in, get a bath, and finally examine the scores on his face.
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