There are 3 messages in this issue.
Topics in this digest:
1. [DL-W] Holistic Healing (JP)
From: trissana@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
2. [USS Capricorn] A Strange Welcome!
From: "Tree Deutscher" <treedr@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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3. [DL-W] Memories
From: Allen Veazey <veazeyae@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Message: 1
Date: Sun, 3 Oct 2004 18:59:19 EDT
From: trissana@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
[DL-W] Holistic Healing (JP)
Late Morning
Day 12
Dragonhealer's Cave
/snip from Allen's post/
His mental voice broke off, and Wyn relaxed again,
listening to the humming that Ari was making while
she massaged the dragon's wing.
/end snip/
Dalmar had heard about the new dragon and rider's arrival from Azhy,
who had
suggested that Ari could use some help.
*After what happened with the wilder female, she wants ME to help?* he
asked,
puzzled.
[You did what you could to save the clutch, and you probably saved her
life,]
Azhy said though Dalmar didn't really believe it. [She's doing tests,
but
Wyndamenth has a sickness that she thinks will be difficult to
diagnose. She
thinks your learning may be of use.]
Dalmar couldn't argue with that, and so made his way over to the
clinic. He
found Ari there, giving Wyndamenth's wing a rubdown. "Dalmar, glad ya
be
here," she said. As she rubbed, she filled Dalmar in on what she had
done up to
this point. He nodded as he listened. He remembered what she'd told
him
earlier about his bedside manner, however, and excused himself for
just a moment to
walk around to the front of the dragon.
*Hello,* he said. *I'm Dalmar.* He reached out a hand to touch her
nose. It
was a friendly gesture in and of itself, but to a dragonhealer it also
had
another purpose, to determine if it felt warmer or colder than it
should. In
this particular case, it felt exactly normal.
[I'm Wyndamenth,] the dragon told him, bobbing her head just slightly
as she
regarded him curiously. [This is so much fun, having *two* humans who
are
able to speak!]
Dalmar smiled and rubbed her nose. His first instinct was to begin
asking
her questions about her condition, but then he looked up and saw Ari
looking at
him. He nodded slowly his silent understanding. Ari had said just
enough to
let him know that she herself had
interviewed the dragon to ask about her condition...and she also knew
that
Ari had taken scrapings from her scales that could be used for various
tests
he'd want to run.
Areena had counseled him to talk to his dragon patients first, and get
them
to trust him. He did think he'd want a blood sample later, but one
thing he
had learned was to *not* display needles unless necessary...and even
then, to
try and do it without the dragon seeing. This dragon seemed friendly
enough, so
he decided to just talk to her for now. Perhaps a bit of cheering up
would
help her. That seemed to help humans who were sick, so why not
dragons?
*How do you feel right now?* he asked. He rubbed his chin
thoughtfully.
*You've been lying here for a bit, would you like to get up and
stretch a bit?
I've got some good stretching exercises that might loosen your muscles
up a bit
if you're up to it.*
[I am rested,] came the reply. [I did not fly very long today. Ash
insisted
that we rest last night.] She raised her head and shook it slightly,
reminiscent of an irritated horse. ] Then we had to perch all morning
while he made up
his mind. That made me tired again.] Her head swung around to fix an
eye on the
healer. [I can stand and stretch... you want to see me walk? Or fly?
My rider
has kept me down and quiet for days...]
Dalmar stood back a bit from her. *How about if you just walk a
couple of
circles around the inside of the cavern here,* he said. Seeing her
move would
tell him a few things about her condition. He knew that she tired
easily, but
that could mean one of several things
- some of which were minor enough that they would heal on their own
with a
bit of rest, others which could be very bad indeed. He watched as the
dragon
slowly raised herself, slowly withdrawing her wing from Ari's
ministrations. [I
will expect you to finish that when we're done!] she told the healer,
her
mouth curving into a faint draconic smile.
*I be glad t' do that for ye,* Ari told her with a bit of a wave as
the
dragon started into motion. Ari came over to stand next to Dalmar.
"She be right smart," Ari said softly. "Understands a lot of what
we say
when we talk, just so ye know."
Dalmar nodded, glad to know that piece of information. The
majority of
dragons understood little of human speech, so healers often talked
about their
patients' condition among themselves without fear of being understood.
"You
took sample scrapings from her
scales?" he whispered.
[She did, quite a few!] Wyndamenth answered before Ari could even
reply.
"Nothing be wrong with her ears!" Ari chuckled.
*Now don't go too fast!* Dalmar told the blue dragon. *Don't
strain
yourself...just a couple of nice, easy circuits around the cavern.* He
might ask
her to do more later, but for right now he wanted to hear what her
heart sounded
like after some very light exercise. Weakness of the type she'd
described
could be heart-related, and he'd be most relieved to put that
particular fear to
rest.
Dalmar was still in whispered conversation with Ari as Wyndamenth
completed her first circle around. As she came up behind them, she
ducked her head
and gave Dalmar a playful push with her nose that send Dalmar
stumbling into
Ari's arms. Ari and the dragon both shared a chuckle that Dalmar
couldn't quite
see the reason for. Draconic humor
often eluded him, something his counselor at Tinobal had pointed out
more
than once.
"Hmph," he said, righting himself as Ari gave him a lopsided
grin. "Ya
need to lighten up a bit, Dalmar," she said. "Besides, ya can see
that her
sense of humor still be working. That be a good sign, right?"
"I hope so," said Dalmar. "But there are..." he'd been about to
say
that there were certain maladies that might leave the dragon's sense
of humor
unaffected, but still be dangerous. But he wasn't about to say such
things where
the dragon could hear him. Hopefully by the end of this session he
could
rule out some of these.
Wyndamenth came up alongside them. [Okay, that's two!] she told
them.
{Shall I lie down again?]
*If you need to,* said Dalmar. *If you can stay standing a
couple more
minutes...*
[Sure,] Wyndamenth said. [Just tell me what you want me to do.]
*Well...* Dalmar began, his hand instinctively dropping to his
belt where
a long, leather sheath was attached. Most people would have mistaken
it for
a sheathed sword, but it was in reality the syringe he used for
obtaining
blood samples.
Ari coughed, and Dalmar caught himself and turned to find herself
looking
meaningful with him. Oh, right, he thought. Bedside manners...go
slow on
the invasive tests, win the patient's trust and confidence.
*Just stand there a moment!* said Dalmar, hurrying over to get his
listening trumpet. He ducked under the dragon and placed its wide end
against her
chest. *Take deep breaths, in and out,* he told her.
Wyndamenth took a deep breath, swelling out her chest a bit more
quickly
than Dalmar expected. The sudden push downward caused Dalmar to lose
his
balance and he landed on his backside on the floor underneath her.
[Are you all right?] Wyndamenth asked, curving her neck around to
peer at
him. [Do you need a healer?]
Ari thought this was very funny and had to cover a giggle,
pressing her
hand over her mouth. Dalmar just sighed. *No, but thank you for
asking, he
said, picking himself and dusting himself off. *Well, nothing wrong
with your
lungs,* he told her. *Just hold still
a moment longer, I want to feel and see if you have any unusual
swellings.*
He began to use his fingers to probe at her underside and flanks.
*Let me
know if you feel any discomfort...*
Wyndamenth's tail began to switch, just a little, but Dalmar found
it
suddenly difficult to do anything but avoid being knocked off his feet
again. The
dragon's head turned around after a moment, and the tail relaxed.
[Reflex,] she thought to him. [Sorry.]
*I see,* the healer replied, amused. *And what do you know about
dragon
reflexes?*
[Well, I am one,] she thought. [I know... Ash taught me many
things. He
had names for my... parts... names that humans used. He explained how
the parts
work together. I could already feel what he was saying, but he
explained it
in case I would ever...] She stopped. [Just to know my limitations. He
talked
about humans, too...] She eyed him. [Like why you keep turning one
side away,
like you're going to hide that claw on your belt. Do you need
to scrape off another scale?]
Wyndamenth turned her head away, so she did not have to
watch. [Ash
told me when I got sick... he said it was red... red something. He
gave me all
kinds of nasty plants to eat. The sickness went away... but I was
still weak.
Ash was afraid... he was very afraid. He said everything is strange in
the
wastelands, even sickness.]
Dalmar withdrew the footlong needle from his belt. [Well...] he
said,
beginning to turn around. As he did so, he abruptly tripped over the
end of
Wyndamenth's tail and fell flat. The needle went spinning through the
air. Ari
caught it before it could hit the floor.
"It may not be the best time for this," she suggested.
Dalmar stood up and dusted himself off. "Maybe not," he agreed.
He and
Ari walked around to the front of the dragon again, and now that
Dalmar
looked closely he couldn't help but see the weariness in her eyes.
Much as he'd
like to do more tests, looking at her now brought on a realization
that
sometimes there was truly more to treating a patient than technical
skill. He looked
over at Ari, and saw the knowing look in her eyes. "Go on," she said.
I think
ye know what ye need to do now."
[What do we need to do now?] Wyndamenth asked.
*Nothing for now,* Dalmar said, laying a hand on her neck. *You
look
tired, would you like to rest for awhile?*
[That would be nice,] the dragon said appreciatively. [But my
rider
might need me...]
*He knows where to find you, or can call you if he needs you,*
Dalmar
assured her. *Come on over here, we've got a nice sandy bed that's a
lot more
comfortable than this examination area.*
Wyndamenth followed the two healers over to a bed in the corner
of the
dragon clinic. Dalmar wheeled over a large tub filled with water so
she could
get a drink. Wyndamenth drained part of it, then laid her head down.
Dalmar
and Ari sat with her stroking her scales and talking to her until she
dozed
off.
Once that happened, the two healers walked quietly into the next
room so
as not to wake her. "You be learning," Ari remarked. "Sorry ye
couldn't get
yer blood sample, though," she said, handing him the large needle
back.
"No problem," Dalmar replied, withdrawing a much smaller needle
from his
pocket, of the type which healers normally used to give injections to
human
patients. This one was filled with a dark liquid, and Ari peered
closely at
it.
"Be that what I think it is?" she asked. At Dalmar's nod, she
looked
puzzled. "How did'ye get it?" she asked.
"When I tripped over her tail," he said. "There's a spot right
near the
tip where there's a vein right below the surface. Just slide the
needle
under the scales and you can get samples even with a needle this
small."
"Why don't ye use that one all the time, then?" Ari asked.
"Because if you grab the end of a dragon's tail and tell them
you're
going to stick them with a needle, you find yourself flying through
the air," he
reminded her. "I know, believe me!" He handed her the needle. "Want
to take
a shot at analyzing this? Just save me half."
(Tags to Carys, if Ari wants to work with Dalmar on the analyses - and
to
Allen, when you're ready for Ash to hear Wyndamenth's diagnosis)
Submitted by:
John Pepper
Dalmar
and
Allen Veazey
Ash and Wyndamenth
Whiteriver Warren
Summary: Late Morning, day 12 - Dalmar and Ari examine Wyndamenth,
then have
Wyn stay at the dragon clinic to rest until Ash needs her.)
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Message: 2
Date: Mon, 4 Oct 2004 03:42:13 -0700
From: "Tree Deutscher" <treedr@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [USS Capricorn] A Strange Welcome!
**Fluid Time**
The black cat watched the lone figure stand poised against the castle
embrasure, as she had so many nights before and it was always the
same. He would gaze out into the heavens silently watching, for what,
she did not know. Eventually, he would do as he had done every night
since her arrival, he would jump. It was a strange ritual to be sure,
but she had long ago stopped being alarmed as the man would soon
reappear in the great hall below no worse for wear.
Even though he and the other occupants of the ancient fortress
appeared human, her natural instincts told her differently. Like
ribbons of energy out of sync with time they floated through the
endless days and nights in this god-forsaken place. Most of them paid
her little heed as she roamed the dank corridors, but 'the one' as
she'd come to think of him, intrigued her and time and again she found
herself drawn to him, watching him and contemplating his odd
wanderings. He seemed to sense her curiosity and at times would seek
her out, keeping his distance yet talking to her as if he knew she
understood him.
Stretching languidly the feline methodically began to clean her ebony
coat taking extra care with the sensitive fur around the razor sharp
claws. A faint scent on the breeze caught her attention and with a
flick of the shiny black tail the little cat started along the wall at
a trot. As with 'the one' it was time to hunt.
[..] On the Capricorn
MD 2:1500
Montana received more then a few grins as she made her way down the
corridor towards sickbay toting her precious cargo. Despite the fact
that it was not an overly unusual sight for the crew to see the lanky
redhead carrying one of her scaly pets, it still drew a certain amount
of attention.
Waking after her late shift Avi had left a note on her padd
*suggesting* that she get her physical as soon as possible. It was to
let the new Doctor know of course that there were no hard feelings. He
added that the Senior Officers should set an example and he even went
so far as to setting an appointment for her. So in all fairness
Montana decided that the trip might as well be a family affair. No
sense in waiting to break in the new CMO, it was important that the
good doctor meet the 'whole' crew, for a proper prospective on her new
duty, of course. Duncan had keep meticulous records on her 'brood' and
Montana hoped the new doctor wasn't overly skittish about such things.
Stepping into the turbo lift the large lizard lost her footing and
redhead winced emitting a loud gasp as Nat dug her claws into the
tender flesh of her back. Despite the heavier shirt she wore it wasn't
much of a barrier against the lethal claws. "Jeezus Natty, quit
wiggling would ya!" Doing her best to shift the weight of the two
iguanas she braced herself and gave the computer her destination.
[..] A few minutes later
After several minutes of juggling Montana finally got Quincy to settle
down across her shoulder and she held Nat somewhat tightly in her
arms, gently stroking the soft head spikes to keep the scaly female
calm. They were both restless from their confinement and Montana
wanted to make sure that there was no undue after stress which, could
be a real problem for the exotics.
Thankfully, sickbay was all but empty now save but for a few gastric
stragglers and Dr. Hywell was just leaving her office when Montana
appeared. The doctors eyes widened seeing the strange apparition in
front of her.
"Doctor, we're here for our physical." The Commander said stoically.
{Tag: Carys *grin*}
MD 2:1800
Even though Montana had the late shift again and wasn't due to report
in for several hours it was her habit to make a daily tour of the ship
and thought she'd get it done before dinner. Despite the problems on
Teanna IV and the disappearance of one of the crewmembers, whom they
had as of yet to find, the time off had done the crew good and spirits
were running high.
A young Ensign was leaving Engineering as the shapely XO entered and
he briefly snapped to attention before continuing on. Nodding to him
their eyes met for a moment and a sudden eerie chill crept up her
spine. Hesitating in the open doorway, Montana watched intently as the
man walked down the hallway finally disappearing around a corner.
"Commander, is something wrong?"
Turning to greet the new CEO Montana shook her head, "No, just an odd
feeling is all."
"Ma'am?" A'Kora questioned noticing the tenseness in the First
Officer's manner.
"It's nothing.' Montana answered forcing a faint smile. "I thought I
would stop by and see how you are settling in?"
{Tag: Rob}
Respectfully submitted by,
Commander Montana Phillips
USS Capricorn
***Summary***
MD 2: 1500 Montana decides that she, Nat and Quincy should have their
all at once and amid a few slips and jabs reports in to sickbay..
MD 2:1800 Montana has a strange feeling as she enters engineering but
sluffs it off to talk to A'Kora
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Message: 3
Date: Mon, 4 Oct 2004 11:41:41 -0500
From: Allen Veazey <veazeyae@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [DL-W] Memories
Day 12
Ash's apartment
afternoon
It was an uncommon apartment, at least as far as space for
dragonriders went. For one thing, it was on the second
level; a set of stone stairs led up to the entrance, making
it accessible to the landbound. For another, it was larger
than most; in addition to the entrance space for a dragon
and the rooms for the rider, there was another large
chamber and an extra small chamber in the back. Ash
had once used the larger room for weapons training,
and the smaller for his 'special' plants. Plants that didn't
need sunlight, plants that one would not normally find
in the southern reaches of the dragonlands. Those were
the ones that had been hacked out of the apartment
after he had left.
He liked growing the more normal sorts of herbs and
flowering plants, too... they had just been part of
Trinale's garden. Ash'chenon shook his head; it was
so strange, being led around in that garden again. He
had memories of Trinale, could see her face clearly
when he closed his eyes. Not the Trinale in her late
teens, full of confidence, warrenlady of Whiteriver. No...
the girl he remembered was a brat, following him around
everywhere he went. Asking questions. Baiting him,
teasing him, laughing at his lack of emotion. He remembered
her laughing, dancing as blooms fell around her...
He shook his head again. That was a very
long time ago. Trinale was gone... there was
not much hope. She was far too young to be
dead. He busied himself with inspecting
his rooms.
Someone had thoughtfully placed a mattress
in the bedroom, but that would not do. Not
after years of sleeping on the hard ground.
He rolled up the mattress, set it against
the wall, then sat cross-legged beside it.
He removed his belt, leaned his sword
beside him. Just a nap, just for a little
while, that would do... a low growl close
by reminded him that Avid was still hungry.
He was still thinking they would find food
in a moment, when he closed his eyes.
******
***The wind rushed through his hair, dark strands flying wildly as
they
dived towards the lake. Ash's stomach flip-flopped as Solaris pulled
out at
the last second, skimming just above the glassy dark surface...
[I'm getting better with my power-dives, don't you think?]
*Cut it out Sol, you're distracting me.*
Solaris' eyes whirled. [Oooo, the great general is thinking. I THOUGHT
I smelled smoke.]
*How droll. I thought you came here for a bath.*
[Indeed I did!] Solaris immediately dived into the lake.
*(Sputter) HEY!*
....cut to beside the lake, where Solaris sunned himself as Ash drew
complicated designs in the sand...
*Now if I put the archers here, then they can cover the light cav for
the sortie...*
[I never have understood why you like that.]
Ash smiled, a rare event. *It keeps me busy.*
Suddenly Solaris was gone, appearing over the lake and plunging into
the cold water. [It makes me itch. No, wait, something's wrong...]
All was chaos. Suddenly the air was filled with dragons and riders,
far too many to be chance. It was a trap, designed especially to catch
them.
The riders knew exactly when and where Ash and Solaris were to be.
Superb
Intelligence. Several dragons flew towards Ash'chenon as the rest
headed
towards Solaris.
Ash dived into the lake to avoid being flamed. *Sol, get us out of
here!*
[You bet. Go ahead and surface and I'll sn+++++]
Ash arrowed towards the surface. *Sol ?*
-red scales gleaming-twisting, bellowing-trailing smoke and
flame-a huge, blasted wound in his chest-glassy eyes, so full of humor
now
glassily staring-dropping to the water-dying-feeling the death in his
own chest-
*SOLARIS!!!*
-twisted, broken red and yellow toy-smacking into the water like a
great weight-a tremendous splash, bloody fountain-bubbles rising as a
deep
cold grave claims his friend, his partner his LIFE-a sneering renegade
swooping down to him, sword upraised-
*sol...*
-not even feeling the sword stroke as it falls, scoring his head,
neck and chest-***
*******
Ash jerked, found that he had drawn Viper in
his sleep. The sword gleamed in the cavern's
half-light, still and sharp. If only he had
put up a fight. If only they had not gone
that day...
[Ash?] came Wyndamenth's thought.
*It's okay,* Ash thought. *Just the dream.*
[You haven't had that dream in ages.]
*I know... it's from being here, I'm sure.*
He looked around, saw his cat lying there,
pouting, one eye on him.
"I know, Avid. We'll go..." He stood,
slowly, still thinking. That lake... he
had not been there since. Well, once. His
last visit here.
***************
It was hard to see. There was a mist over everything, and it
took Ash a moment to realize that it was his own eyes, not mist,
that was blurring his vision.
[[Why do you mourn? They revere you,]] came
Wyndamenth's clicking.
++Gods, the honor they paid us...I never knew how much they cared.
Mnepath must have pushed for this.++
[[No...I was told that Deanna did. She was saddened by your
leaving, and Solaris' death.]]
++I never knew.++
[[Of course not, silly. They did this after you left.]]
++I can't send you an image of him...did you get an image of
him from the other dragons?++
[[No, but I can see that he's very large.]]
++How in the hells can you know that?++
[[Look out on the water, Ash.]]
Ash looked, then recoiled. No, it just wasn't possible. Hadn't he
suffered enough? But there it was, a mute statement that in its
own way was as loud as a discordant scream. He was lucky he
didn't see it on the way down, or he might have lost it again.
White bone greeted his vision. Somehow, some way, through some
perverse trick of nature and fate, the bones of his dragon had not
been slowly covered under layers of silt. They had calcified,
bleached, become home to schools of freshwater fish. Somehow,
Solaris' bones remained to mock him, painfully obvious in the
crystal clear water of the lake. They stared back at him, reminding
him of his guilt, his failure, his mangled soul...
Ash turned his head away. ++I can't look any more. Take me home,
please.++
[[No.]]
++No?? Why not?!?++
[[We came here for a reason. I brought you here for a reason. You
need to face it, face your history, or it will ruin you. I can feel
it. *You*
can feel it. Now, *look at him*!!]]
"Gods..." He turned as if forced by Wyndamenth's chiding. Again, he
saw the skeleton, magnified by the clear water, seemingly close
enough to touch, although he knew it was tens of feet under the
surface.
The skeleton's chest was broken in, the spine snapped, bent backward,
Sol's last moments of pain obvious for all to see. Ash stumbled into
the water, the late spring weather not touching the chill of the
lake...
he remembered the bitterly cold water, swimming under it, surfacing...
*Sol?*
Sol's crimson and yellow form writhing, the fire dribbling from the
impossible hole in his chest, he felt the pain too, oh Gods-
*SOLARIS!!*
And the eyes...Gods, the *eyes*...the orbs that stared lifeless into
his own...the eyes that haunted his waking and sleeping mind...
the eyes that represented the guilt, the worthlessness, the absolute
destruction of his soul, the last flickering instant that their eyes
met before the water claimed Solaris' winged form, the split
instant that had stretched into an eternity...
*sol...*
And the rogue rider, his sword flashing, but all Ash could see
was Sol's eyes, the death written there, the pain, the love for
him, the regret...even the pain of the man's blade was dimly felt
compared to the fresh anguish of his chest...
Ash knew, in that moment, he saw everything that he had ignored
before.
He had wanted to die. He had welcomed the rogue's sword, begged
for the sweet surcrease of death.
Laya had saved him, taken it all away. Brought him back to face a
life that was a thousand times worse than the dark escape of death.
He knew, sometimes death was better. Death was more than the
fearsome taker of young strong life, it also took those who wished to
escape the pain of living.
For a moment, selfishly, pitilessly, he hated Tahlaya. Hated her for
denying him the escape. Even knowing her reasons, her love for him,
he hated her. Then, he was awash with guilt, with remorse for even
thinking
such a thing. How could he face this? It was unmanly, this hate, this
fear
of living. Even now, despite the shame, he longed to join his dragon
in
death. He sat, uncontrollably, in the cold water, utterly wretched.
[[Stop it!! Don't you dare leave me!!! I need you!!]]
The harsh clicking of Wyndamenth's voice brought him back to reality.
He stared at his dragon, heedless of the hot bitter tears that fell
down
his cheeks.
[[I feel it, I know what you want to do! Don't leave me!! If you were
never
here, you wouldn't have ever saved me! Do you want my death on your
conscience, too? If you leave, I die too. I am a part of you, now. I
love
you. I can't live without you.]]
++You've only known me a few days. How can you love me?++
[[You saved my life, gave me a reason to live. You are my life, now.
I will never leave you. It's true I don't have the bond with you like
I
did with L'vee, but I don't care. If you give up, if you leave me, I'm
going to die, too.]]
++I can't let you die.++
[[Then you don't, either! Think about that. Think about us, now,
instead
of yourself. Remember that it's not just you any more, its me and it's
your
mate and your hatchling. You don't have the luxury of thinking that
you
have that right anymore. They are bonded to you.]] Wyndamenth
splashed over to him, bumped him gently with her head. [[Solaris is
here. He is your past. Never forget him. Always love him. But don't
leave us for his sake, and don't leave us for yours, either. You must
move ahead, to the future.]]
++I...don't know how. All I have is the past. It's what I am.++
[[My silly, loveable human, I am here with you, We will find a future
together.]]
****************************
And now, Wyn's voice was in his head... not
quite the same bond, but his empathy more
than made up for it when they were together.
It was a gift, just as she had said. But the
price... well, that was one thing he wanted
to find out. And, looking outside, he could
see perhaps some answers, in the form of Ari,
coming his way.
Respectfully submitted by
Allen Veazey
veazeyae@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
'chenon and Wyndamenth
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