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 Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2009 7:19 pm
{{Shall we start wrapping this Rp up?}}
“ Cresth does seem to be in a good mood today. Normally he’s less talkative.”
Mella stood, shaking and stretching her legs. She spared a glance at her sandals; they were less then ideal for running, but would have to do.
“ For some strange reason people in this Weyr don’t enjoy the finer points of racing. People here seem to dislike eating dust and watching backsides, despite how well they do it.” Mella’s lips tugged upwards are she teasingly added,“ You’ll be a good sport about it though, won’t you?”
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 6:43 pm
((I can make a reply and you end it?))
Kallista was stretching herself, loosening up. She grinned at Mella looked down. Neither were wearing the proper footwear for running. That would put them on equal...well, ground. She chuckled to herself at the runner's joke. May you hit level ground was a common good luck phrase.
Just then, Astareth huffed. Leth says we must get to the north side of the weyr bowl for practice. Something about our timing being off.
Frowning, the green rider turned to Mella. "K'ren and Leth are calling us for practice. We just had practice this morning! I swear..." She shrugged. "Unless you want to race to the north side of the bowl, maybe we can meet in a day or so? I could use a partner for running during the evenings."
It was good talking with you, Cresth. We must share the sun again sometimes. Astarteth gave him the full berth of her joy at having company.
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