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Post by Spiffy .th ! on Jul 7, 2009 8:02:46 GMT -5
The world was but a blur to L'kev as he lay on the sand, clutching Pariths head in his arms. At least, that is, until the young dragonet began to hiss at something. Looking up from his daze, he realised that it was i fact someone. Belatedly he realised that she was talking to him, yet he could not figure out what she was saying. But that was alright, because Parith understood. Mine, she is a healer, she is going to fix you. She says you will be okay. The browns voice was tinged with worry for His, but he lessened his hissing at Gaylen from the relief he felt in His that he was being slathered with numbweed, the pain receding even then.
But now another stranger was approaching! The brown was stuck with indecision, he didn't want to have to scare them off, but his was hurt, and he was worried for him, and who knew what these strangers were planning to do to him! So he just started up his hissing again, weaving his now free head from side to side as his clutched at the roll he had been given. This one appeared to be helping as well, though, so Parith relaxed a little again.
"It's OK, Parith, L'kev managed to get out before he gasped as he fell back down from trying to rise, falling back against the support of Gaylens hand as his right leg collapsed underneath him. "They're here to help me, so I can feed you, he chuckled, for then his stomach chose to rumble not with his own hunger but Pariths. Gritting his teeth he tried again to rise managing to get himself vertical while leaning into the support of Gaylen and Mariya.
"You'll need to be tended more thoroughly as soon as your dragon is fed, but for now, I'm afraid he's the priority."
"Yes, he... he needs food," he managed, his voice grating so that he had to try again before it sounded right. "Gaylen, Mariya, thank you for your help, I-"
Suddenly the brown dragonet rounded, hissing anew, food the last thing on his mind. His was in danger... again! Another dragonet was rushing towards them, he would run L'kev down again! Parith couldn't have that. With a roar that was surprisingly strong for his age he jumped at the already terrified - though he didn't know that or care just then - blue dragonet, stopping between it and His so that he towered over the smaller dragonet, growling.
"Parith! Leave him alone, he means me no harm! Parith?" L'kev had jerked around, following the train of Pariths thought even as the dragonet thought them, though the quick movement caused him to stumble and fall against Gaylen once again, his tone going from surprise to pleading with His. Grumbling but trusting utterly in His he large brown backed away from the smaller blue, still keeping between him and His but closer to His that him, reducing his growls to a barely audible hiss.
"I... I'm so sorry, Mariya,"L'kev began, seeing the reason for the dragonets dash toward them. "Parith, he... he thought I was going to get run over again." He managed a rather lopsided grin that somehow managed to look apologetic at the same time, directing it in Mariyas direction.
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Post by B'kay on Jul 7, 2009 9:23:15 GMT -5
Gaylen lent support to L'kev as the new brownrider worked to settle his dragon. She knew not to interfere, for she had been bonded to a dragon for several tens of turns. This, though it appeared to be a dangerous situation, was actually good for Parith and His. There was nothing like the need to communicate clearly in a stressful situation to cement the bond of a new Weyrling pair.
If he hurts you, Mine, he will get a tongue-lashing, Alabanth said softly, making sure his rider was aware that she was being "watched".
Gaylen couldn't suppress the small smile, as she readjusted her grip on the boy. Yes, that leg concerned her ... but it would do no good to try to treat it before the young brown had a full belly.
When the little aqua-blue approached, she tried to still her nerves and not add to the already emotional situation. Mariya, too, must learn to gain control and keep her dragon calm.
Hatchings are always so ... interesting, the aging healer thought to her blue.
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Post by Mariya on Jul 7, 2009 11:19:24 GMT -5
"You're the young lady who finds our good supply of herbs for us, aren't you? I hear you have a real talent for that, thank you."
Mariya was quite embarrassed by Gaylen's praise. Her cheeks grew redder and she was glad her red hair was falling forward across her face. It had been so long that anybody had given her a compliment like that. Not since... Mariya pushed that thought away before it could form. No sense in crying over spilt klah, especially on the hatching sands.
"You're welcome," she said as she gained her voice again. "It's actually not hard finding them. You just have to know what eats on what and follow them around." This was not a brag, just simple modesty. Plus, have a desire not to be around people for long periods of time, she added silently to herself.
L'kev was still very unsteady on his feet and that captured the young healer's attention fully. So much in fact that the new voice in her head was more of an irritation, than an acceptance.
"You weren't going to leave your Telmacith, were you? Please wait for him!"
Irritated, she swatted at her ear and ignored the voice. Sometimes she heard dragons, especially when she was around them awhile. It must be her proximity to L'kev and Parith that she was hearing them again. She shrugged to herself, not realizing that this aqua dragon was addressing her, not especially with L'kev needing assistance.
"Yes, he... he needs food. Gaylen, Mariya, thank you for your help, I-"
Mariya brushed his thanks aside. That was what she was here for, to help with the healing... it didn't need extra thanks. Parith was still breathing hard and much too close for her comfort.
And the aqua dragon fell in a heap right near them. Mariya looked around to see who the dragon was headed for. As they were infront of a few people, she automatically assumed that he was looking for them. It never occured to her that he was there for her. She was just a healer, not a candidate.
So much happened in the next minute, that she was still in the dark, so to speak about her Impression.
"Parith! Leave him alone, he means me no harm! Parith? I... I'm so sorry, Mariya. Parith, he... he thought I was going to get run over again."
"Your Telmacith is afraid, mine. Please protect him?"
The voice was a little louder in her head. She looked around again, still not comprehending the significance. "Parith, Telmacith is not going to hurt you, silly. He's looking for his rider who is probably over in that knot of candidates, not paying attention!" It did not seem strange that she knew this aqua dragon's name. She missed the significance of L'kev's smile and Gaylen's quiet assessment on the other side of the boy.
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Post by .K.aci on Jul 7, 2009 11:21:26 GMT -5
On to the hatchings dragons flocked, coming in droves to greet the newest additions. For the younger dragons this was their first Hatching, and they were perhaps the most eager - indeed, they nudged and pushed Their's forward when the hum and the call first went out.
Crown was quiet, sitting in the infirmary laboring over a record that she had just started helping out with. She had been given greater and greater jobs since the two Senior Weyrwomen were trapped on the Sands, and Ezelth was quietly fuming that although she would be the only Queen out and about at the moment, she was stuck in the Infirmary. She hadn't been allowed to move an inch, reinforced by Crown - who hadn't left the Queen's side. Her own hand was bandaged - she had beaten at the thread with a bare palm and paid the price. The healer's told her she would have several nasty scars on the palm, but the smaller scores were healing much better.
The Hum struck up, and Crown barely heard it, so immeresed in her work. It was only the door barging open that made her rise, startled, only too see it was her older twin brothers. "Come on! You are going to watch the babies come out!" That was D'rel, eager as always. Scherie was much better - it had only been a minor injury and she had been released as quickly as she had been taken into the infirmary. "He's right, for once. You must come out and enjoy it." She looked at the both, noticing for the first time H'aze in the doorway. She hadn't been talking to her older brother, and yet he still talked to her, trying to make up for his mistakes. Now he chimed in with his quiet voice. "I do agree with them both. Come. Dartagnath says that Ezelth will be alright for a night." Opening her mouth to argue, she was interupted by the Queen.
They are right. Go, watch the Hatching. You will need to watch and learn, anyway, and I want to see the Hatchlings. The only way I can is through your eyes... If you will let me? Her voice grew oddly hesitant - it was only a little while ago that Her's had tried to banish her from her mind. But guilt was still fresh, and Crown hurridly soothed the Gold. Of course I will, my dear heart. Settling back down, the Queen nodded. Good. Anyway, I will be on the Sand's soon enough. Bombarded on four sides, she was swept up and soon enough placed on Raouth, behind K'mar. Scherie was only a Green, and although big for her size, her wing was still a little tender. She wouldn't go near Dartagnath - it was still a sore wound that H'aze had Impressed a Bronze and she hadn't. Besides, Ezelth wouldn't allow it - Raouth would be the only one to carry Her's, and even that ticked her off slightly. The Blue helped her on carefully, looking back often to make sure that she was alright, despite K'mar's steady mental assurance that she would be alright. Ezeleth would be upset if she were to fall. The Bluerider slapped his dragon's neck affectionatly. Ra-o, she's a Rider. She's perfectly fine.
And then they were dipping into the Hatching Grounds, the three dragon's and four people, to settle on a broad ledge together and watch.
Meanwhile, Toni had crept in on Mosawyth, choosing a ledge by herself and settling down next to her Green.
The last of these Rider's was K'l'sran. The young man had stripped from the infirmary faster than lightening, grabbing his bag and sending Sinth on ahead. I'll stay down below - I need to help any that are mauled. Of course, he was late, and he found that Gaylen was already there. Of course, MineOwn. What do you expect? Hello Albanath. The large Brown backwinged, settling down to watch the children and join his hum to the mix. K'l'sran watched, noteing what excatly was going on - this would be an ugly Hatching, if the Hatchling's insisted on fighting each other.
He watched, an eyebrow cocked, as one of the Healer girl's had a Blue claim her, and sighed. That was another Healer gone for at least a turn - she wouldn't be able to focus on anything for a while. Even as he was thinking, the tall young man shouldered his way onto the sands and trotted over to where Gaylen was helping the young man up - she was too good of a Healer and too old to be doing minimal tasks, in his opinion. Plus, someone would have to explain to the girl that she was hereby releaved of duty... Mine, she doesn't realize she Impressed. K'l'sran blinked up at the Brown, even as he spoke to the girl. He hadn't really been listening when she was talking - he had thought it was Healer babble. "Sweetheart." The Brown above snorted. You are too young to call her sweetheart. But you must explain to her her that she is a Rider Shut up, Sinth. I can call her whatever I want. Really? She doesn't understand? [/i][/b] "Deal with your dragon, honey. You can help no more here until he's taken care of. Alright? That Blue is Yours." And then just as briskly (he wasn't the nicest person in the world) he turned to the older woman he respected so much more. "Here, Gaylen. I'll help him over. Come on, lad." He politely offered to take the young man over, not quite reaching out to the young man yet. The Brown looked a little wildeyed - no need to spook them quite yet. "It's alright, handsome. I'm only here to help Your's as well."[/blockquote][/size]
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Post by B'kay on Jul 7, 2009 13:23:32 GMT -5
Alabanth greeted Helksinth with a head-bow of friendly respect. Just as he was growing fond of the young brown, now so much larger than himself, his rider always smiled when K'l'sran was around. Thus, she greeted the younger healer with both affection and relief -- it had just occurred to her, as well, that Mariya might not realize yet that the little blue had chosen her.
"K'l'sran's right, dear," she said, trying to catch Mariya's gaze. This noble young fellow," she went on, trying to send confidence to the little blue, "is here for you! I know you love being a healer, but he's your first priority now."
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Post by Spiffy .th ! on Jul 7, 2009 17:05:43 GMT -5
L'kev looked up when yet another person - he presumed yet another healer, Shards it was only his leg! - came over to him. Quickly he sent reassurance to Parith before the young brown could start hissing again. He was stressed enough as it was without yet another possible enemy to His. Taking up the offer of the young man, not wanting to strain the obviously older Gaylen too much, he assured her that he would be fine now with one person to support him, and that he really should get Parith fed and out of the way. He didn't wish for the dragonet to suffer any more than he had already.
Leaning on K'l'sran with his right arm, the side that his leg was injured, he hobbled slowly over to the area directed to him as the feeding area, Parith following his all the way under his other arm, just in case he needed any more support than he already had, which he was feeling slightly overwhelmed with to be frank. Accepting help from K'l'sran he sat down on the sands so that he could use both hands to feed Parith with, making sure that his injured leg was laid out straight in front of him. He too the offered bowl from the drudge and began feeding the red gooey chunks to the ravenous dragonet, all the while assuring him that he would be fine, but that his Parith really should eat something!
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Post by .K.aci on Jul 7, 2009 23:35:37 GMT -5
Smooth hands reached up to fix Aren's collar and gently prod at his own black eye, while the none swelling one flicked back and forth between the Hatchings. It was odd - his back was uncovered, and he didn't like it. Yawning a little, he focused on the dragonets roaming around the sands - he wasn't going to be messed up by anything, not even a mauling. Yes, he pitied the young man, but three Healer's were all over him and Fidel figured that he would probably be alright.
He watched the Prickly Guardian Brown for a little bit, amused by the hyperness of the creature. That would be a good match for Aren - the two could be morons together everywhere... Actually, that would be bad. They didn't need two of Aren around - the world might implode. The dragonet he had been focusing was now coming up towards them, and Fidel nudged Aren to draw his friend's attention. He knew that Aren would be ticked if he missed coming so close to a dragon, and he could feel the whirl of robes as Aren turned, watching the creature with as much intent as the dragonet was inspecting them.
Of course, imagine his surprise when the little creature plopped down infront of him and Aren! Jealousy hit him - Aren had Impressed! Of course... When voices started chiming in his head, Fidel totally forgot whatever emotion had tried to burst through his bubble. There you are, F'delmine! Your Khufuth was needed by another, but now he is truly yours! And you are far too mellow, mine. Feed your Khufuth and then we will both go on an adventure! Down F'del dropped, onto his knees as he stared into the whirling eyes. "Khufuth?" Up the gloriously beautiful creature rose, nudging His. Yes! And we shall be great! But first, I hunger, and you are sore - why do you smell of blood?
Running a hand down the back of his dragon, F'del couldn't even think at first. Only the sensible creature's thoughts dragged him back to the present, and he brushed his nose with his thumb. "Oh... Aren and I got in a fight - some bullies were teasing one of the younger kids." Actually, it had been Aren who had gotten in the fight, and F'del to save him - it was how it happened, generally. The little Brown was happier than you could know, of course. Hurray for you! We shall defend any who can't protect themselves, MineOwn.... But I need food to do that. Nodding shakingly, F'del rose, and the Brown placed his head under his dangling hand. There you go, MineOwn. Off we go! But F'del looked back - Aren stood, looking hurt and forlorn. "Aren..." The Brown looked back as well, when His had stopped. He will be fine - His is in there, somewhere, I believe.
"You'll be alright, Aren. I'm here." A firm hand clasp and Aren turned his back on F'del first, leaving the man to feel as though he had betrayed his best friend even as Futh nudged him along, chattering about those they would protect.
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Post by meah on Jul 8, 2009 23:12:47 GMT -5
Kelarin wondered briefly where that brown was going to put himself. The dragon was wandering with a purpose, but didn't seem to be getting anywhere in finding his rider. That would certainly be something to check the archives for--a dragon who took a long time to impress. It didn't seem very unusual, except that this one seemed almost to the point of absurdity.
He was so lost in thought he missed the little blue dragon until it was almost on top of him, butting the young man with his head with such force as to coat the archivist in the sand which was very hot and appeared to be all over the dragonet's nose.
Mine! Would you be so kind as to rid your poor Duamuth of this gritty, sticky uncomfortableness? And then some food would be much appreciated. Come on, mine!
And then, while Kelarin was still processing what had happened, Duamuth was marching off in search of the food he craved so much. Kelarin, too, craved the food. He found himself abstractly craving raw meat, which he would never have done otherwise. It was the dragon, doing it. What a sharding cute dragon he was, too. Just the right shade of blue, almost purple in the light.
K'rinmine! I am hungry! Come on!
K'rin grinned. Duamuth sounded like a nagging child, but in such a wonderful way. Perhaps this was how parents felt about their children. But no, they could not feel quite how K'rin felt about his Duamuth. He loved him more than any parent could love a child because Duamuth was like finding a piece of himself he'd never had before. A piece of him that loved to have fun and loved women (well. not quite that. but liked to talk to them) and so much loved Duamuth as opposed to just loving his archives. They were still wonderful. They just weren't number one anymore.
He ran to catch up with the hatchling, reaching over and brushing off the sand from the poor thing's snout. "You really do look ridiculous like that, Duamuth. And now for food."
It never processed in the man's brain that the dragon had shortened his name. It was just natural. He was K'rin, rider of blue Duamuth, never again to just be Kelarin the archivist.
Xian had a pretty good feeling about this hatching. Not because there had only been one mauling so far. Not because no dragon had come to take his sister. But because nothing had popped up to interrupt their family and make his twin angry. That is, until the brown decided it would be a brilliant idea to knock him over. Which wasn't too much of a big deal, because sand wasn't like. A rock or anything. So it hurt, but not too much. But it was so humiliating. So very humiliating. Maybe if he pretended to be unconscious, Xiarl wouldn't get mad at him...
That sharding brown knocked Xian over! Xiana couldn't believe it. Why would anything want to knock over her brother? That dragon wasn't a very nice dragon. It was probably an evil dragon, destined to fly away with its rider to be consumed by thread in the dark of night. She wanted to hurt it, now. Nobody messed with Xian like that, not even a cute baby dragon!
And he wasn't getting up! Why wasn't he getting up?
Deep Ocean Clutch Swiftly Swimming Egg Branching Reef Egg – not moving (also known as Tropical Reef Egg?) Deceptive Calm Egg – twitched once Long Dive Egg Gentle Ripples Egg Rushing Current Egg Stormy Sea Egg – Blue Jasth : Tarin (dodgerblue) Foaming Shores Egg – Green Cassanth : Jaylee Tidal Pool Egg – Brown Parith : Larikev (sienna) Wave Dancing Egg – moving slightly Rising Tide Egg – Green Megrath : Riley (green) Breaking Surf Egg – Blue Telmacith : Mariya (aqua)
Windy Desert Clutch Barren Earth Egg – not moving Desert Flower Egg – shaking steadily Desert Sunset Egg – Green Cleoth : Nicola (limegreen) Rising Thermals Egg – still Rolling Dunes Egg Serene Oasis Egg – twitching violently Shady Evening Egg – cracked Stone Sentinel Egg Endless Sands Egg Cracked Soil Egg – shell throbbing (also known as cracked earth egg?) Seething Sands Egg – Bronze Ramesth : Willfred (darkgoldenrod) Sleeping Serpent Egg – Blue Duamuth : Kela'rin (mediumslateblue) Shining Mirage Egg – shaking Dry Mountain Egg – shaking consistently Prickly Guardian Egg – Brown Khufuth : Fi'del (700000)
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Post by D'gellin on Jul 9, 2009 0:31:17 GMT -5
It seemed as though the Hatchlings had all taken a moment to breathe, the almost incessant shivering of eggs and eruption of gooey, hungry baby dragons dwindling to a hushed hesitation. The Dry Mountain, Desert Flower, and Cracked Earth Eggs were the only apparent offenders to the otherwise stillness on the Sands. Neither of these cracked their shells first however. The delicate network of cracks that had worked gradually across the shell of the Shady Evening Egg finally burst, two strong wings and petite nose forcing their way out. Amidst the rubble of shards, the Shady Evening Green straightened herself up, perfectly in command. She briskly snapped her wings open then closed, freeing them of the membrane of the irritating shell scraps. Now with that hatching business settled it was on to her next task!
As the green stepped away from her hatching site, she at first appeared to be among the larger greens in the two clutches, but her long limbs and elegantly serpentine neck proved it was all height rather than overall build. Her gray-green mossy hide, mottled with intricate streaks of fern-green, moved through the eggs with surety. She was hungry, but she needed to find hers if she was to be fed! Before she could even make it out of the mess of eggs however, the Serene Oasis Egg, as if only awaiting the appearance of his clutchsibling first, jolted violently. With little more warning, a foot forced its way through the shell, popping loudly in the dim light. The green jumped in surprise, tilting her long neck to see across the Sands to the offender who had startled her.
After getting one leg through, the Seren Oasis Dragon searched the ground with that one free limb, likely hoping to find purchase in the gritty sand. Or was it truly a leg? The tannish brown was scarcely a different color than the Sand itself, barely distinguishable with the lighting as it was. After scrabbling across the sand for a moment, the limb disappeared into the egg and a light beachy brown head poked its way out instead, clawing and working its way through the opening until the weight toppled him over. With a squeak, the brown was upside down and rolling toward the green! The Shady Evening Green however, easily stepped out of the way, watching with an almost scandalized look about her as the brown rolled and rolled and rolled...right into Celeste!
The collision finally cracking the last bit of the shell and releasing the brown, depositing him into the girl's shins or lap, depending on whether or not she was able to withstand the impact. Ah, but there now, that was much better! He rolled himself over, looking straight up into the girl's eyes. Well hello there, Celestemine! Your Ptolth was hoping to avoid making a scene but he seems to have fouled that up. You are not hurt, are you? I promise I will never endanger you again, mine, for your Ptolth will always be here for you. He promised.
Perhaps hoping no other hatchlings would catch her unaware before she found hers, the Shady Evening Green promptly returned to her task, casting one last glance at her freshly bonded clutchsibling before directing her attention to the candidates. Her little eyes flashed with concentration, but surely a green couldn't be so determined...
The tall hatchling worked her way slowly down the line of candidates, pausing occasionally to look a few of these white-robed food-givers up and down as though assessing their value. Finally, however, she seemed to find just what she was looking for. With what might have been a tiny sigh of relief, the green strode purposefully to her chosen candidate. It is wonderful to finally find you, Mine. She started formally, inclining her delicate head before tilting it to look up into Silatar's eyes with whirling rainbows. I am certain I made the right choice in you, Mine, for no one else will care for me like you will and I would simply not stand for some silly wherry-headed green taking you instead! Your Hatsheth is far more intelligent than them.[/i]
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Post by **Auria (etc)** on Jul 9, 2009 8:30:22 GMT -5
Auria gasped when yet another boy went down, and seemed to lie on the sands, unconscious. He hadn't fallen that hard, had he hit his head? She hugged herself, worry growing in her eyes, as she watched the brown dragon who had toppled the boy Impress. The joy on the new rider's face was confusing, for it caused her heart to thump with a totally different rhythm. Fear and joy, worry and hope ... she was having as hard a time processing all of these conflicting emotions as she was keeping track of dragons hatching on both sides of her.
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Terrasel was ecstatic, wishing only that he'd brought a scrap of hide to take notes. He was determined to make it a point to befriend a rider, somewhere in this Weyr, so he always knew when a Hatching was going to occur. The stories he could gather if he could just sneak back into the Weyr and find a good spot for observation!
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Silatar's hands shook as the Impressions continued. The proximity to that one little brown, who had passed him by, had shifted his emotions. Hiding out, protection from his old ship's crew, was no longer his main priority. He strongly doubted his worthiness to Impress, for he had honestly come onto the sands this evening with other desires. But now, he truly wanted a dragon to choose him, and when each new hatchling left the sands, forever bonded to Theirs, little tendrils of jealousy would tug momentarily at his heart.
He caught the look on the boy's face who was chosen by that violet-blue, and could not help the lump that rose to his throat. "Duamuth", he heard the boy say, as the pair turned to leave the sands. He wondered what it felt like, to have a dragon honor you by telling you his name. He was so intent on staring at the backs of this newly bonded pair, that he missed the hatching of the Shady Evening green.
It was movement out of the corner of his eye which finally drew his attention back toward the clutches, lovely, graceful, mossy-green movement. He looked from the beautiful green, who was moving toward, and then down, the line of candidates, back at the still unhatched eggs. He realized then that the egg he had Touched, and which he thought may have indeed Touched him back, was no longer standing.
This must be the dragon from....
And then, she stopped in front of him. But it was not like the brown had done, for suddenly he was washed, cleansed, purified by emotions that he knew were not his own, and a voice, both proud and loving, was speaking into his mind.
I am certain I made the right choice in you, Mine, for no one else will care for me like you will and I would simply not stand for some silly wherry-headed green taking you instead! Your Hatsheth is far more intelligent than them.
"Hatsheth...." he whispered, and fell to his knees. A tear rolled down his cheek, spilling love like he had never hoped to know into the sands, like an offering, before her. "Hatsheth, am I really yours?"
Of course you are really mine, and I am really hungry! She raised her lovely head high, and then reached out to brush his cheek. Your face is wet, S'tar.
S'tar laughed softly, and that startled him, for he had not heard the sound of his own laughter in so very long. Yes, you are, aren't you? he returned, as his own stomach growled loudly.
S'tar rose, one hand resting gently on the lovely gray-green neck, and led her toward the tables full of meat chunks. She was His, and he was Hers, and he would never be any man's unwilling toy again. Only Hatsheth could dictate her needs to him from now on, and he would fill every one of them with joy.
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