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From: Bianca Payne <biancaknox@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Date: Fri, 10 Jun 2005 09:02:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bianca Payne <biancaknox@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [DL-N]
Day 8
Nearing Midday
Near the Dining Hall, Outside on the Green
The hatchlings were feasting and making a right mess of it too.
Buckets of fresh slaughtered meat were brought out to them. The baby
dragons, so adorable before, were now viciously shredding the fresh
killed meat, mouths drenched in blood and entrails. Even for those
used to hunting, soldiering, or the butcher's trade, had turned white
at the sight. It was a clear lesson. These were not cute pets. Only
hours old, they could tear open the flank of a cow and devour the raw
meat in only a few minutes, and probably just as easily use those same
claws and teeth on a human if circumstances were different.
[No more round, yummy things?] Lily looked up from the bucket she'd
just finished to see her rider glancing around at the other humans
nearby. Her comment snapped Malory's attention right back to her. The
plate the girl held in her lap was empty.
"Do you want me to get you more sausage rolls?" The redhead half rose,
ready to find the man called Uncle again. He'd brought out the first
plate when she'd relayed to the dragonriders that her dragon wanted
some.
[You don't have to say it outloud. I hear when you say it in your
head. And yes. I would like a couple more.]
Malory stood up, ignoring the dark red splatters on her linen dress,
and rushed towards the kitchens to fetch more sausage rolls.
Inside the dining hall, they were preparing for the party, setting
places at the tables, and decking the tables with garlands of vines and
flowers. Heavenly smells invaded from the kitchens, but so did the
high heat of the baking ovens. Mallory moved towards the back where
the heat source was. The doors to the kitchen had been propped open to
offer some relief from the heat.
So focused on her goal, she didn't stop in time, and bumped into a
young man as he rounded the corner, his arms full of flowers. Brown
haired with broad muscular shoulders, dressed like a rider, she noticed
as the sudden pain of landing on her rump on the hard floor started to
lessen. He was looking down at her blood speckled dress, clearly
disturbed.
"Hullo. Sorry about that. I wasn't paying attention. Are the
flowers okay?"
<Tag!>
Respectfully submitted by,
Mallory and Lily
aka
Bianca Payne
Summary:
Day 8
Nearing Midday
Near the Dining Hall, Outside on the Green
Lily makes a royal pig of herself as the new hatchlings make a bloody
showing of their first meal. Mallory runs to fetch her more sausage
rolls and bumps into a rider in the dining hall.
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