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1. [USS CAPRICORN] - Paper Trial
From: "carys murray" <carysmurray@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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2. [WEB]-Night Patrol
From: "carys murray" <carysmurray@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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3. [DL-C] - The Price of a Gift
From: "carys murray" <carysmurray@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Message: 1
Date: Sat, 11 Sep 2004 16:13:11 -0700
From: "carys murray" <carysmurray@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [USS CAPRICORN] - Paper Trial
MD 1
1700
SickBay
Miaren and Tre-Hani set up a triage for the gastrointestinal
difficulties
she was expecting and checked over a few of her notes from the morning
staff
meeting, trying to make up a ready list for their destination.
Not finding much on the Marin System, she made a few other notes to
cross
check some references, and perhaps her father remembered this
incident, and
that way her medical staff would at least be ready for what ever was
thrown
at them.
With that thought, she came back to the thoughts of chili and the hot
peppers from Harry and the First Officer. She chuckled softly at the
thought she was not prepared for this little incident, and so she
would take
this as a lesson to be prepared for the impossible and improbable.
Within the hour the beds were filled and the worse case scenarios
sedated
and kept, while the staff worked with the others less effected and
able to
be sent back to their quarters.
Miaren was proud of her staff and how well they all pitched in to help
relieve and care for the others. Even a few came in off their own
personal
down time to help with the chaos. Miaren walked among the chaos and
chuckled at the sights and sounds. It sounded more like a major triage
scene
with heavy casualties from a fierce battle that what it was; the
aftermath
of Chili Paloosa.
Miaren worked most of the night, helping the flood of patients and
helping
with the soothing of the few true patients they had. She made her
rounds and
reassured them that everything was under control, and not to fear, it
was
just the result of some chili.
MD2
0200
Miaren walked the halls of her medical center, it was now quiet and
peaceful
and she found altho she was tired, she did not wish to go back to her
quarters to return in just a few short hours. So, she pulled out the
cot
she had found, and made a make****ft sleeping area in her office and
curled
up to catch a few hours sleep, before her day would begin again.
She fell into a fitful sleep and dreamed many crazy things. None of
course
that made any sense.
* * *
0500
A hand softly shaking her awake awakened Miaren. "Dr Hywell?" the
voice
sounded started, or maybe confused. Miaren sat up and blinked the
sleep
from her eyes and tried to un-fog her head.
Miaren looked up and saw one of the medical staff looking perplexed at
her
being here, at this time in the morning.
"Ahh, it was easier to crash here than go back to quarters." She
explained
and the young woman smiled and nodded.
"You startled me is all, I came in to use the computer to check on
something."
"Go ahead, I need to get a start on my day." Miaren replied and moved
out of
her way and went down the hall to get her start on the day.
* * *
0600
Miaren was back in her office dressed and ready to take on another
day. She
felt refre****ngly spunky and could not wait to begin their long busy
day of
exams and bringing everyone up to current status.
She sent out her letter to her parents and hoped her father would
receive it
in time to respond, helping her with this up and coming mission. She
sipped
her tea and nibbled her toast and bits of cheese and fruit she ate in
the
morning.
She gathered up the info she needed to pass on to the captain
concerning the
status of the medical exams. She went through the pass down and
thanked
everyone for stepping up and helping with their mini crisis of the
previous
night and ****ft. She handed out the itinerary and schedule for the
exams
and they talked through ideas that would make this list be able to go
faster
and quicker and more efficient. After their morning meeting was done,
it
was time for her to ready herself to head up to the staff meeting.
She made her way up to the meeting enjoying her amble along the
corridors
and halls and watching all the busy activity that it took to keep this
floating city going.
As she entered the turbo lift she heard the raucous laughter of the
one she
met in the Chief of Security's room. She looked up to see 4 pairs of
eyes
watching her as the doors slowly closed and she held her gaze to them.
She
was proud of herself; she did not look away this time, and no blush.
Once
the door completely shut she grinned to herself, she was getting the
hang of
this.
The morning staff meeting was quick and thorough. As before she was
early
enough to get her seat and watch the majority of the others walk in
animated
with their conversations and quickly quieting down once the Captain
had
arrived.
When the meeting had been dismissed Miaren made her way to the Captain
and
quietly handed him the list of those who had still not complied with
his
order. She also told him she would send out one more notice.
[TAG-JOSH- Captain have anything to say? Or think?]
* * *
1000
Miaren found herself back in Medical and took over some of the exams
to give
the morning crew a chance of breaks and she soon settled into a
routine.
She was sitting at her computer fini****ng up with the results of the
last
exam when she heard a noise behind her. She looked up to see a figure
standing there; he was the one she saw that morning on the shuttle.
"Can I help ya?" She asked slightly nervous, as his sage green eyes
seem to
bore right through her.
"Here for my exam." His soft voice echoed in the room. She picked up
a
slight hint of a brogue and she smiled to cover her sudden flush.
"Nice to meet ya." She held out her hand. "Dr Hywell." She indicated
the
examination table for him to sit on.
"Andrew MacNab, Lt jr., Operations Engineer." He replied giving her
his
entire title.
Miaren smiled and nodded and opened the file and scanned it quickly to
see
if there was anything that needed to be addressed. She nodded and
smiled.
This would be easy, quick check-up and out the door he would go.
He smiled at her and watched her with interest. He had been trying to
figure
out a way to say hello, and talk with her. They passed each other in
the
hall and both had watched each other, but nothing had been said; her
ordering exams was just the ticket.
Miaren quickly went through the list of questions and scanned what was
needed. "Ya take very good care of yourself." She replied matter of
fact.
Andrew grinned and nodded. "Well, thank you." He finally uttered and
groaned inwardly. He could not believe he just mucked up his chance.
Miaren rose and went to the main computer and began to enter a few
things on
her own when it beeped and went black.
"Oh for heaven sakes." She muttered grumpily.
"What seems to be the problem?" he asked as he stood behind her
looking at
the blank screen.
Miaren turned to him. "If I knew I would be able to fix it now
wouldn't I."
She replied slightly edgy.
Andrew smiled and chuckled softly. "Well you are in luck, this is
just up
my alley, let me see what I can do." He offered. Miaren gave him a
look and
sighed.
"Sure." She answered and stepped out of his way. This was NOT what
she
wanted. She did not want to be in the same room as the man who heard
what
she had said to the captain. She just knew that he was here, trying to
get
the dirt on her so he and his buddies could have a good laugh. Hadn't
they
been laughing at her just this morning when they saw her?
Andrew logged on and began a series of steps and finally brought the
screen
back to where he knew she needed it to be. "There ya go." He offered
with a
smile.
"Thanks." She replied and moved to enter the data before she would
forget.
Andrew watched her enter and was amazed at how fast she typed. If he
had
not been watching her so closely he would have not believed what he
saw
next.
Suddenly the page jumped to another and then blinked, beeped and went
to the
start-up page.
"Blast it all!" Miaren retorted to the computer and smacked the
monitor for
good measure.
Andrew chuckled and stepped next to her and began to play with the
controls
and soon her page was back.
"Does this happen a lot?" he asked.
"Yeah." She softly confessed. "I be either cursed, or they don't like
me."
She replied tersely and a hint of defeat. "I don't.didn't have this
much
problem at the lab in HQ." She added. "Well, at first until Kaleb.."
"Kaleb?" he asked more intently than he had planned. Miaren looked up
in
surprise at the hint of?..disappointment?.hostility?.she could not
quite
make it out, and altho she was now just a wee bit intrigued, she did
not
wish to be around him long enough to find out.
"My boss." She answered and then smiled wistfully. "Well. More like
mentor
and supervisor of the research team I was on." She answered, and then
realized it was more than she wished to share.
"Ahh." He answered and looked back at the screen. "Well, it appears
you seem
to have the talent of discovering the forgotten hidden macros of the
programmer." Andrew explained with a hint of mirth.
"Lucky me.' Miaren answered more irritated than she really felt. She
was
tired and needed a break from the lab she realized. She knew the
signs, and
wondered just how she could slip away and find a place to relax and
get her
mind back on the im****tant things. Perhaps she was too close to
things, and
just needed a quick step back for a fresher looker and perspective.
"Well, tis a talent I must admit." He chuckled warmly. "If I had not
been
standing here I would not have understood what had happened." He
volunteered.
"Have you any further need of me Dr Hywell?" he asked. He personally
wanted
to spend the rest of the day with her, to figure what made her tick.
Jack
shared his little encounter with them and they all enjoyed the tale.
Jack
was a tale weaver, so Andrew had been more intrigued than anything
else.
Andrew knew of her, and he remembered her father at the academy. He
remembered all the tales, picture shows of his beloved family, so in a
way
he felt as if he had watched her grow up.
Miaren pulled herself back from her thoughts of what still needed to
be
done, and her urge to duck out and take a walkabout. She looked up to
watch
him studying her. Not in a bad way really, more of an, I'm interested
look.
"Aye, that'll be all Lt." She answered and a nod to her head. He
saluted
her, altho technically he did not have to. He felt he had gotten a
feel of
her, and knew this dance would take time. That was all right, he had
all
the time in the world, they were not going anywhere. Besides, she
deserved
the respect the salute showed.
"I thank ya for re****ting and not having me try to track ya down." She
answered and returned the salute, altho going through her memories she
didn't think it was mandatory.
"Call me if you have any other problems with your equipment, that is
what we
are here for." He reminded her with a smile and he walked out of the
exam
room just as he had entered.
"Thanks." She answered as she watched his retreating form and found
her mind
pondering a few details. She finished up his data and suddenly it
occurred
to her what his name was. Andrew! She groaned inwardly and shook her
head.
Well, that left that option out. She thought, she was NOT going to
have
anything to do with someone named Andrew! She had already spent 5
years
with one, and she just was not going down THAT road again.
Miaren tided up and returned to the central station of medical and
sick bay
to check on their progress of exams and the other patients. She was
glad to
see that all the patients from the chili palooza had been released and
even
her star patient the Chief Security Officer as well.
[TAG - ARLE - Ury is up and will he get to work? Or take the day to
visit
and chat among friends?]
She made sure everyone else had taken their meal break and found she
was
able to sign out and slip away for a bit.
1500
Examination Room
Miaren readied the room for the next round of patients. She had been
pleased since the incident of the chili; they have been able to work
through
the long list of personnel in a short amount of time. As she readied
for
her next patient, she was surprised to see a personal note attached to
the
file from the captain.
She glanced at the note, and then with even more interest, she opened
the
file and began to read. She read with fascination, something she had
re****ted in the first re****t, and still insisted on piqued Miaren's
interest. Something went on there, something had happened, and for
some
reason StarFleet had gone on the side of caution and hushed things up.
Miaren made mental note of the prelim on the psyche testing. Well,
she had
made her appointment for this afternoon, and Miaren would just make
sure she
would be the one to handle it.
"Lt. Istria Talara re****ting for medical exam." A voice interrupted
Miaren's
thoughts. She looked up and saw a rather stunning Bajoran woman
standing at
attention in the doorway. Miaren rose to her full 5' and offered her
hand.
"I'm Dr Hywell." She offered with a smile. She was stunning, well
except for
that patch she wore over her eye. Miaren almost said something, but
decided
until she studied her file more thoroughly, perhaps this would not be
the
time to mention it.
"Please, come and make yourself comfortable. I do thank you for
complying
so readily to my request." Miaren offered, hoping to put her in a more
receptive mood.
[TAG- CARINA - up to a little JP between these 2? Miaren does have a
few
questions for her]
[SUMMARY]
MD1 - Miaren and Tre-Hani prepare for the flood of patients they are
expecting due to the captain's chili experiment. She and her staff
work a
good ****tion of the night helping those struck with chilitis.
MD2- Miaren finds a cot and sleeps in her office to catch a few hours
sleep
before she begins her ****ft again. She is awakened in the early
morning and
begins her day. Hands in her re****t to the captain concerning the
medical
exams and does several herself. She meets a young officer that she
remembers from the first day on ****p and thinks he knows about her
little
"incident" with the captain. After an "incident" with her computer,
which
he helps with, he leaves and she takes a break. Later in the
afternoon
Miaren reads the medical file of Istria, a science officer, and one
who was
involved with an incident that happened years ago in the Marin System
which
was where they were now heading towards for their new mission.
Respectfully submitted by
Carys Murray
Aka
Miaren Hywell
Chief Medical Officer
USS Capricorn
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Message: 2
Date: Sat, 11 Sep 2004 17:08:49 -0700
From: "carys murray" <carysmurray@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [WEB]-Night Patrol
Day 19
Late Night
Kysen's Home
Kysen finished up her paperwork and went about her routine. Once the
house
was settled for the night, then she allowed herself to go through the
rites
and rituals to help end the day and prepare her for her slumber and
the time
where her spirit would walk with the spirits of her mentors.
Lucien knew and understood this routine. He was itchy to resume his
prowling and uncovering the secrets of those who chose to follow and
live in
the land of the shadows. Lucien could feel the resonate evil that
lurked
just beyond his reach, just beyond his sight and he wanted a larger
circle
of protection around this chosen one.
The silence between the protector and the one under his protection
seemed to
scream and echo through out the house. Even when he went into the
sanctuary
of the garden, seeking guidance and peace, he could feel the
unresolved
issues between them.
Lucien was not about to let down his guard and the Lady Ky would just
have
to learn to deal with it. She might be the chosen one, but she had NO
clue
what she was up against. Even if it had been she who had somehow
called him
forth from his eternal damnation.
While Lucien meditated and contemplated on all that had happened, and
worked
through the knowledge he carried he was still stumped by how she had
been
able to work this. His questions of this matter had continued to be
met
with stony silence from the Gods. Could it be, even they did not know
how
she had done this?
Even deep into his meditation, he was alert on all levels. He was
aware of
where she was in the house, which part of the ritual she was now going
through and when the lights went out in her room, he pondered for just
a
moment and wondered if she was alone? Or had she asked for comfort and
some
pillowing.
Lucien shook that thought from his mind and finished up his thoughts,
prayers and dedications. When he was sure all were asleep within the
sanctuary, he rose and left the garden and began to prowl to make the
circle
of protection wider and safer.
Day 20
Past Midnight
City
Lucien loved this part of his duties. This was like the old days,
when he
had been turned lose and allowed reaping vengeance and judgement on
those
that deserved it.
This was what he lived for, to be the right hand of his God and
present him
with the souls that would be punished, tortured, then devoured, and
snuffed
out never to exist again. Except for one. The one that stood between
humanity and his ability to keep the only one who could bind him and
send
him back to the depths of hell that he had been spawned from.
No, he needed to begin the harvesting of these souls, to reap and
thrash the
wheat from the chaff. He smiled at that mental picture. He was the
scythe;
his harvest went to the beaters, and then the thrasher. The one who
made
the final judgement, his Lord and Master Anpu.
As Lucien widened his path and marked his territory he continued to be
drawn
by the evil presence he could feel. He passed by many little incidents
that
most would have taken for the evil he felt. They were not of
im****tance to
him, henceforth, not worthy of his notice. They were like those in
the old
days, people did not change, and their wants and desires remained the
same.
Greed and avarice, and always power.
It did not take long for Lucien to hone in on that which he sought.
This
evil, was new here, its roots had not taken hold yet. They were young
enough shoots; that they could be and would be quickly and painlessly
removed.
I am weeding, and culling out the Garden of the Gods. Again he smiled
at
this mental picture he had. He knew his purpose, and he was one that
would
not ****rk his duty, nor fail.
As he knew, it did not take long to remove those two from the sacred
circle
of the chosen one. That they had gotten this close was a bit
disconcerting,
but nothing he could not handle. Lucien knew that the one who was
damned
for all times had been here slowly building up his army. He did have
a head
start, and so for a time Lucien would have to work over-time to clean
out a
path to be able to pick up the scent of he who could also be called
the
destroyer.
Lucien was worried how many others would perish and die before they
could
stop him. Before in the past it had been easier to stop those that
were
evil incarnate. Now it seemed as those who walked this land, walked
more in
the darkness and had grown indifferent to others of their kind.
Everyone
lost in their own little world, on their single paths to nowhere.
In this type of environment, all types of dark life forms grew and one
day
would not be able to sup****t the creatures it created. Then there
would be
chaos again, and perhaps once again the Gods would have to step in and
restore order.
Lucien continued his thoughts, while scoping out the neighborhood.
Several
times he felt, or perhaps it was sense another's eyes watching him.
He
could not make out what sort of being this was, but he was watched.
This
did not bother Lucien; it only made him stronger.
The chosen one, his lady, she was the only thing that mattered. As
long as
who ever or what ever this being was did not learn of her, then he had
done
his job.
Lucien picked up a faint scent; one he was not use to, but it did not
have
the hint of evil, so he left it alone. He would mark this scent, and
remember it, watch it, and if it got too close, take it out.
As the faint hint of the grey dawn began to appear over the city
Lucien knew
that he had done a good nights work. Many of the insidious shoots of
the
damned one had been removed. The circle of protection around his lady
and
this sanctuary was intact and that was im****tant.
He climbed over the garden wall and found a place to lay beneath the
statue
of the Goddess Isis. Here was where he belonged, resting at her feet,
ready
to rise and defend her, her people and those that had no one to stand
for
them.
Lucien curled up as best he could, and closed his eyes. As the soft
voice
of the chosen one floated down to him and covered him with her prayers
he
smiled.
Yes, this is where he belonged.
[TAG - MICHAEL - if Kayn wishes, he can be the eyes who watched Lucien
clean
up an area if you so wish.]
[SUMMARY]
Lucien waits until all in the house are sleeping and makes his rounds
on the
streets. He ponders the sights he witnesses and makes note of a
strange new
scent that has come within his boundaries. He makes his way back to
the
garden to rest for a few hours before beginning his day anew.
Respectfully Submitted by
Carys Murray
Aka Lucien
Protector of the Chosen One
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Message: 3
Date: Sat, 11 Sep 2004 19:14:46 -0700
From: "carys murray" <carysmurray@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [DL-C] - The Price of a Gift
Day 6
Tatewin had slipped away from leaving behind her gift and offering and
was
well pleased with herself. She had not known why it had been so
im****tant
for her to make this unknown chief a set of clothes, but something in
the
tales she had heard of him, had touched her heart deeply. She smiled
when
she reflected on making them, she had thought deeply of the man she
called
Ahte`.
She missed those who she called her family. As in the way of most
nomads,
blood was not always an issue in determining family ties. As it had
been
with her grandmother and herself. Accepted into the tribe and part of
the
family.
Altho, she mused, in someways, she never quite fit in. She had been
very
young when the woman she had called grandmother died and left her
alone.
That was when the man she called Ahte' and the old woman she called
Unci had
taken her into their hearts, and helped her prepare to be on this path
she
was now on.
Making the chieftain's outfit had given her a gift as well; it brought
warm
happy memories and let her revel in them. Now they were done, and he
would
know that someone noticed his honor and respected them, and that would
make
him more powerful.
Tatewin returned to the place she had left Tatezi and they continued
on
their morning hunt and ritual. They played and hunted and enjoyed
this
special time when there was no one else around.
When the sun was in the position in the sky that told her she needed
to be
back for their classes both she and Tatezi were there, sitting in the
back
and enjoying the silly gossip of the girls.
Tatewin could not believe that was all they seemed to care about. She
did
not wish to ask which tribe they were from, for she did not know how
to
explain how silly and rude they were. Perhaps this was the way their
women
were.
She was glad she had been raised the old ways, and learned the skills
to
keep her busy and enjoying life. She just could not imagine sitting
around
discussing others and how strong, handsome and rich some warrior was.
The lessons were fun and she loved to learn new things, in spite of
the fact
that the girls were always so obnoxious. When Andahar stepped out in
his
new outfit, Tatewin's heart filled with pride. They fit! She was SO
relieved, for she was afraid she had erred and then to have to redo
them
would have been a mark against Unci and all that had taught her. She
had
not wanted to shame her elders and her people for her lack of
training.
Tatewin said nothing, for she had not given the gift to be openly
noticed.
If he should ask her, then she would offer her thanks for the gift of
being
able to give such a gift. It was an honor for her to have been able
to
share her talents with someone.
She watched as the girls fawned all over him, and the men praised his
good
luck and good fortune. By the end of the lesson, Tatewin was not sure
if
her gift had been a good thing. Somehow this chief was insistent upon
learning who and why.
The more the people learned of this gift; her small token had begun to
grow
in im****tant and value. By the noon hour she started hearing the
words
Bride Price.
Now she was worried. She also began to hear how some of the other
girls had
begun to take credit for her work. Now this behavior was bad enough,
and for
Tatewin just proved they had not been raised properly. For to take
credit
where credit was not due was just something that was not done.
Everyone was talking about this and no matter where she went she heard
some
tale or another, and the price of this lucky woman grew and grew.
Tatewin
was glad that no one had asked her, and she just smiled and shrugged
like
the rest and said nothing.
She managed to keep out of the line of sight of both her instructor
and the
young chief. She was glad that they were allowed to roam and be free
for
most of the day, so she took Tatezi with her and they went out for a
walk,
hunt and just busy tasks to be away from the warren.
Tatewin thought that perhaps by the dinner hour, a new story would pop
up
and suddenly the new clothes would be forgotten and the new tale take
its
place.
Sadly she was wrong. By the time she returned for the evening meal
everyone
was talking about it. Not only that, but several betting pools as to
whom
this female was, for some figured it was an older widow, some a young
beautiful girl. Then there were pools for when he would find her, how
long
it would take. There were pools for how much he would pay how much
her
family would demand.
Tatewin's head was spinning. Bride Price? What had she started? All
she
wanted to do was to gift a young chieftain with no tribe a suit of
clothes
that would show his honor and show him others did notice. All she had
done
was follow her heart and the way of her people.
What would he think of her once he knew? She could never tell him or
anyone
now. She dare not. As the talk of the Bride Pride grew and others
talked
of the celebration afterwards, Tatewin felt sick to her stomach.
What was she going to do? She had NO family to speak for her. What
if she
had misunderstood his traditions? The traditions of the Sky Spirits?
Would
they bind her to rules and traditions not of her own?
How would she get word to those she called family? Would they be able
to
come to help? She did not think that the man she called Ahte' would
be able
to come and speak for her.
Tatewin brightened at one thought. Perhaps once they knew she had no
true
family, no true tribe that she would be considered un-acceptable to
his
tribe. Although, she sadly thought, most tribes took in many who had
lost
their people or family and you just joined theirs.
Tatewin suddenly did not feel hungry, and just did not wish to be seen
by
anyone. She knew that right now she could keep herself lost in the
crowd.
She thought she saw the woman that belonged to the chief. She was the
one
who had mated with the instructor. She smiled, and then realized that
she
did not look happy, and if she had not felt so guilty, she would have
gone
to her, and told her the truth.
But, now she could not. No one must know. She did not wish to be a
wife to
anyone. She was considered a warrior in her tribe. She would never
be sold
to another. Her Ahte' had seen to that. He had made her independent.
She
would only give herself to another, under her conditions, not his.
She
would never end up like her mother.
Tatewin did not know the whole of the story, she knew she had been
made a
slave, and born her, and died because of it. She knew there was more
to the
story, for there always was, but she had vowed a long time ago; she
would
not allow that for herself.
Feeling lost and not sure what to do, Tatewin grabbed her hunting
gear, her
pack and took Tatezi out into night air and went to find a quiet place
to
spend the night away from the chattering of the others.
Once the camp had been made, and Tatezi flushed out a few desert fowl,
they
sat by the crackling fire and as they waited on their meal, Tatewin
told her
bond mate the tales of the stars.
NRPG - Moving the story along and a bit of character development.
[SUMMARY]
Tatewin is shocked to learn her simple gift has turned into the talk
of the
warren with betting pools to guess who, what, where, when and how.
She now
fears getting in trouble, or worse married off. After ducking most
everyone
she takes Tatezi out for a camp out to find some peace and quiet and
ponder
what she should do.
Respectfully Submitted by
Carys Murray
Aka
Tatewin with hatchling Tatezi
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