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Topics in this digest:
1. DLC: Fitness
From: "Andrew F." <asiafish@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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2. [DL-C] No, It Can't Be!
From: "Arlene" <wondermom@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Message: 1
Date: Fri, 04 Mar 2005 09:49:30 -0800
From: "Andrew F." <asiafish@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: DLC: Fitness
Day 3 (after the time jump)
0'Dark'Thirty (wee morning hours)
As usual, Cholmon woke up far earlier than anyone else in the warren,
and as
usual, she wasted no time in getting started on the very serious
business at
hand. For Cholmon, serious business meant training harder, much harder
than
anyone else, until she learned enough that she would never again be
bested,
as she was by Andahar at the nomad village. Even as Param slept,
Cholmon
practiced with her twin swords, her ferocity, even in practice, like a
demon
who's life depended on it.
Cholmon was also no longer the beginner with talent. Lenna and Andahar
had
taught her well, and now not only did she have the stamina that came
from
long hours of practice and training over a long period, but also the
skill
and precision that made her a formidable opponent indeed. She could
not yet
best her teachers, but she was very, very close and if she ever did
have to
meet Andahar in battle again, it would not be a one-sided fight like
the
last one.
Param too, was far beyond his peers in his development and training.
At 70'
he was larger than many of the adults (and still growing), but he was
also
just as poised and controlled. What he lacked in experience, he made
up in
raw ability and in long hours of devoted practice. Of course, patrol
experience was something else, as nobody in Beta wing was ever willing
to
patrol with the Winter dragon and his intimidating rider. It was well
known
how she killed all of the men of her old tribe, and just as well known
was
the ferocity with which she approached her swordsman****p training. Add
to
that the knowledge that she was Dain Rushella and had even performed an
abortion, and no nomad rider except Andahar ever said a single word to
her.
This morning was more of the same. Barely ten minutes after waking,
her
heavy twin swords, the mark of a nomad chieftain, were whirling in a
scintillating dance of death. She was almost ready.
Andrew F.
Cholmon and Param of Cleft.
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Message: 2
Date: Sat, 5 Mar 2005 02:05:22 -0500
From: "Arlene" <wondermom@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [DL-C] No, It Can't Be!
During Time Jump.
Last "training" Patrol
Late Afternoon
The two dragons landed a short distance from the first Nomad camp they
had come across after flying slowly almost the entire day. It had been
a terrible feeling to look out over the vast plains and not see herds
of
animals grazing. The grass had been the only thing to move for miles
around, and the silence was eerie. If that didn't indicate that there
was some huge predator out there... nothing did.
But Saleh still couldn't believe that the Nadusi was real. It was just
a
story made up to frighten little children, wasn't it? However,
something odd was definitely going on and she was curious enough to
want
to find out what it was. Maybe the people of this tribe knew
something.
Saleh was quick to dismount and thus led the way into the camp, in
total
disregard to Andahar's orders. Memnon could only follow her, though he
could already see the questioning gazes of the tribe members present.
"Who chief of tribe?" Saleh called, also disregarding nomad
traditional
greetings.
There was a hushed murmur of surprise from those that had gathered to
meet the strangers. Glances were exchanged.
Finally a young man stepped forward, though obviously not the chief, as
he was not wearing the traditional double swords. He ignored Saleh and
addressed Memnon, "You should teach your woman respect."
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TAG: Simon.... are you out there?
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Day 3
Early Morning
The babies were crying... again. Wouldn't they ever learn to wake up
without crying? They cried all the time! Saleh groaned, and pushed
herself out of bed. Getting up each morning was just so hard! As she
hurried down the hall to the twins' bedroom, a wave of nausea swept
over
her. She barely made it to the toilet before she lost what little
contents she had in her stomach.
Slumping to the floor, she heard the babies finally quiet as Feysal
went
in to pick them up. She sat there breathing deeply, while wondering
what she might have eaten that could have upset her stomach that way.
She hadn't been this sick, so often, since... since she was pregnant
with the twins. "Oh, no. Hanan have mercy! I can not be..."
"Saleh?" Feysal came down the hall, dangling a twin in each arm. He
paused outside the bathroom door, "We could really use your help out
here!"
"One moment! I am... using toilet." Saleh replied through the closed
door. She wasn't exactly lying. She had used it, just not in the
customary fa****on.
She would make an offering to... Yrathiis, perhaps? She might be able
to keep her fears from coming true. Or... she thought of Anavasha, but
squelched that. She was Andahar's goddess. But perhaps she could
visit
her servant? Andorra was Dain Anavasha, and would be able to tell if
she were pregnant.
With that resolved, Saleh picked herself up and cleaned herself off.
She rinsed her mouth a few times before emerging from the bathroom.
She could hear Feysal in the kitchen trying to feed the boys their
breakfast. She had to admit that Feysal seemed much more adept at
parenting than she had thought he would be, and certainly had more
skill
for it than she did.
[We have patrol...] Mystarria reminded Saleh.
Saleh grinned. Perfect. She would just tell him she had to run and
leave them all in Feysal's hands. She turned to her bedroom and
quickly
donned her riding leathers.
She raced through the kitchen, grabbing a fruit on her way.
"Where are you going?" Feysal called out, exasperated.
"Have patrol. Sorry, can not stay." Saleh called as she hurried out.
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TAG: John... Does Feysal suspect anything?
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[*Ready!*} Saleh called to the gray dragon.
Mystarria landed on the ledge outside the apartment. [But we aren't
due
on the green yet....]
[*I know. Take me to the medical center. There is someone there I need
to see first before we go.*]
As they flew across the warren, her eyes caught the glint of sunlight
on
metal. [*Who is that? Andahar?*]
[No, it is Param's rider]
Saleh's eyes lit up, [*Wait! I've changed my mind. Take me there. To
her.*]
[Her? But you are afraid of her.] Mystarria replied in surprise.
[*Yes, I am... but if she is really Dain Rushela she might just be able
to solve all of my problems.*]
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TAG: Andrew. Saleh may have a job for Cholmon.
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Summary:
During the time jump.
Late Afternoon
Saleh disregards Andahar's orders, and takes the lead when entering a
nomad camp to tell them about the Nadusi, putting Memnon in an awkward
position.
Day 3
Morning
Saleh wakes to the babies' crying. She tries to go to them, but ends
up
in the bathroom paying homage to the ****celain, (do they have ****celain
in DL?). She recalls that she hasn't been sick that often since she
was
pregnant with the twins and is suddenly afraid that she might be
pregnant again. She leaves Feysal with the boys and intends to see
Andorra to confirm, but instead, she sees Cholmon practicing and
decides
to make a detour to talk to her instead.
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Respectfully submitted by:
Arlene Jacobs
AKA
Saleh and Mystarria
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