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1. [DL-N] Questions and more questions
From: "Tree Deutscher" <treedr@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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2. [USS Falcon] Just a little chat
From: Scott Huckaby <tyger30@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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3. [DL-N] Dancing is Divine or is that......?
From: "Tree Deutscher" <treedr@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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4. [DL-N] Pushy Introductions
From: "Tree Deutscher" <treedr@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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5. [DL-N] A Shakey Morning
From: "Tree Deutscher" <treedr@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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6. [DL-N] Speculations from the Edge
From: Bianca Payne <biancaknox@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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7. [USS Calypso] Keep up the good work?
From: "Tree Deutscher" <treedr@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Message: 1
Date: Thu, 18 Aug 2005 13:11:07 -0700
From: "Tree Deutscher" <treedr@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [DL-N] Questions and more questions
Day 8 Late Afternoon
Things were gearing up at the dining hall for the evening festivities
and Delilah wandered slowly through the merchant stalls ignoring their
hawking, whispers and stares. Amazingly there was even some
appreciative glances which were even more annoying. There was a time
she would have welcomed the attention, but not anymore.
{You look so pretty Rider! I really like that..you called these
coverings dresses, right? I like it! I'm glad you decided to wear it!}
The little white crooned sweetly nuzzling the rich burgundy velvet.
An irritated huff came from the dark-haired woman **I decided... I
decided...hardly!** She snapped curtly with a scathing look to the
little hatchling. **You destroyed almost all my dresses, it's not like
I had a choice!**
{Well, there wasn't that many anyway, besides they were icky! They made
you look like..like the wrinkled gray hoomans I saw when we had to
listen to that man today! You know you should really take that thing
off your neck. Wearing someone's head around your neck is rather
strange.}
Delilah came to a sudden halt causing Purity to bump into her legs
catching the soft fabric of her gown on the dragonette's little head
spikes. It took a second to untangle the material without tearing it,
but finally the little female plopped free to gaze up at her with eyes
brimming with innocence.
**This is not a head, it is a cameo and it's staying right where it is!
Even though you should have gone back for a nap with the others I
allowed you to come to my apartment, but only if you promised to be
good, and look what you did! You made a horrible mess!**
Purity hung her head, {I'm sorry rider..} she whispered in a mewling
voice {..it's only cause I love you.}
Delilah sighed, suddenly feeling like the biggest heel in the world.
Kneeling down she gently stroked the scaly white head. Goodness, what
was she going to do with a dragon? In less then a day this tiny
creature was already trying to run her life. Yet, despite her
irritation she found a strange comfort in it.
Not that she would be willing to admit to the dragonette she may be
right, because looking like the 'gray ones' was exactly the effect
Delilah wanted. After her return from Daere she had destroyed her
previous wardrobe. Her Uncle had cringed when he'd caught her burning
the expensive gowns. But they had been too much of a reminder of her
life before, and of a person that no longer existed. How she had
managed to miss destroying this particular one was a mystery as it was
one of the more revealing gowns she'd owned. Those ones had been the
first to hit the flames. But the newly hatched baby had found it and
the tussle was on.
Purity, in her innocence couldn't understand, and Delilah certainly
wasn't about to explain it to her. Talking to a dragon outright was bad
enough, but doing it in one's thoughts was just plain weird, let alone
trying to explain ones feelings. It was obvious the second the little
dragon had burst not only into her life, but into her closet that there
was going to be problems.
[=2E.] a short while later in the dining hall
"Delilah, I do not like you going there! One of the guards can take
it!" Jeryn scolded, scowling at his niece all the while fussing over
his new 'great-niece. "And I don't think it's a good place for Purity.
She can stay here with me or go back with the others."
Trying to understand the familial connection between the man and her
bondmate Purity's eyes moved back and forth between the two. Her rider
had said that family was an im****tant thing but it was most confusing.
If they were supposed to like each other, why did they sound like they
didn't? She really liked this man, he smelled wonderful and knew just
the right spot to scratch. Snuggling closer she was halfway in his lap
which had Jeryn grinning at the little dragon. His tone softened when
he looked up at his niece. "Delilah, I don't understand this obsession
you have with that man. It's almost like you are puni****ng yourself for
some reason and I certainly wish you wouldn't take Purity down there,
she's much too sweet and way too young to be exposed to the harsh
realties of that place!"
"I am not obsessed Uncle!" Delilah snapped, then sighed as she added
another loaf of bread to the basket, there were now two mouths to feed
at the jail so she would have to set up the trays when she got there.
Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly she laid a clean linen
over the whole basket. Looking over at her Uncle the dark haired woman
couldn't help but smile. Purity, being a bit smaller then the others
had managed to get completely up in Jeryn's lap. Her tail was wrapped
around his leg and her snout was tucked under his chin and she was
quite obviously enjoying the attention she was getting from him.
"You are going to spoil her! She's already a menace as it is!" Delilah
chuckled trying to rationalize the warmth she felt at the tender scene.
"**Purity, if you are coming with me lets go! Uncle will need my help
so we must hurry!**" With trays in one hand and the basket hung over
her arm the woman headed towards the back door of the kitchen. Stopping
she looked over at her kin her green eyes softening with a faint smile,
"Uncle, I am not obsessed. I...I..I just need to do this. I hope you
can understand?" She whispered then disappeared out the door leaving
the man and dragon sitting there looking at each other.
Giving Purity an affectionate squeeze Jeryn gently pushed her to the
floor. "Well little one, make your choice."
She didn't need to understand his words to comprehend his meaning.
Momma had already explained how confusing humans could be, and now was
one of those times. Scampering after her rider the little white
hesitated, torn by her desire to be with her rider and the wonderful
smells.
"Purity! Heads up!" Jeryn called out tossing a cookie at the little
dragon.
The hatchling reacted instantly snapping the cookie from mid-air to
gulp it down greedily.
The Head cook laughed as the baby dragon crow-hopped out the door. "Oh
boy, are you gonna be fun!"
[=2E.]
At Purity's calls Delilah stopped to turn around and was almost bowled
over by the little female. "**Goodness Purity, you need to watch where
you are going!**" She exclaimd aloud and thought at the same time, not
sure if she would ever get used to communicating with the dragon.
Purity gazed up at Delilah licking the cookie crumbs from her scaly
lips. {I'm sorry rider! I didn't mean to bump you!} She answered meekly
pawing the ground with her claw the ivory of her cheeks turning a faint
pink.
"**Now if you are going with me you have to behave yourself!**"
{I'll be really good, and rider you don't have to speak all the time
all you have to do is think! I can hear you real good when you just
think!}
Delilah sighed and with a roll of her eyes started off once again.
[=2E.] In the jail
Using the guard's table Delilah set up the two trays. Her instinct was
to 'shorten' Justin's tray by quite a lot as she had no use for the man
in any way shape or form at this point. But her 'conscience' reminded
her that despite her personal feelings it wasn't the right thing to do.
Glancing down at her whitish shadow the dark-haired woman sighed and
evened the trays heaping them both with an assortment of food from her
basket and leaving the rest for the guards to snack on.
In spite of their personal feelings the guards had grown accustomed to
seeing the server, their disrespect had lessened and they now looked
forward to her arrival. Delilah always made sure there was extra for
them, which the others from the kitchens didn't. Plus she had a knack
for knowing just the right kind of delicacies to bring.
[=2E.]
The guard yelled the call to dinnertime as he led her into the bowels
of the jail, and the prisoners moved to stand at the bars. Justin
sneered, a rude comment erupting from the stableman at the sight of the
woman.
Delilah glared at the man her ears narrowing to shards of green ice and
she fought the urge to shove the tray at the bars into his face. Rhett
one of the few guards that hadn't prejudged her slammed his club
against the cell making Justin jump back. "Watch yer mouth Stableman!
Show the lady a little respect! You're damn lucky she brought you
anything at all! If it was me, I'd let your ass sit in there and starve
to death! Now shut your trap and get back!" Word of what Justin had
done had spread like wildfire and the guards were not going out of
their way to make his stay an easy one. The guard purposely dropped the
loaf of bread on the floor as he shoved the tray through the slit in
the bars. "Aw darn," he mocked making sure there was plenty of dirt on
it before he passed it through, bringing a glare from Justin. "Hope you
like eating a little dirt, Stableman!"
A chuckle floated across the room and Delilah turned to see Ranker
watching closely. "So Lady what goodies did you bring me today!" His
voice boomed echoing off the stone walls.
Purity, who had been hiding behind Delilah's skirt peeked out at the
sound of the loud voice. Ranker started slightly then cocked his head
and leaned as if looking around the woman. A grin came to the big man's
face. "So lady, what you got there?" He asked curiously to which Justin
feeling a little braver replied with a caustic remark
<Tag: Jim and Max, you guys up for a group jp?>
Respectfully submitted by,
Tree Deutscher
aka
Delilah & Purity
**Summary**
Day 8 Late Afternoon
- Delilah heads to the dining hall and scolds Purity for her
destructiveness
- Delilah fixes food for the prisoners trying to find off her Uncle's
concerns.
- At the jail Justin gives Delilah a hard time and Ranker is curious
about Delilahs shadow
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Message: 2
Date: Thu, 18 Aug 2005 13:32:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: Scott Huckaby <tyger30@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [USS Falcon] Just a little chat
After his little chat with the admiral, Dehvon was really excited. He
was being posted to a new ****p as head of security. Dehvon walked
briskly to the main trans****ter room and once he reached his
destination, he entered the room and handed a padd with his orders on
it to the trans****ter chief.
"Ah, I see you're going to the Falcon. That's Captain Hodges' ****p. I
hear great things about him."
"Yes, I am. But I am afraid I don't know much about the ****p or its
commanding officer," Dehvon told the older man.
"Believe me, you're going to love it there. Let me know when you're
ready to beam over," Chief Halcon said.
"Energize, Chief."
Scene: The U.S.S. Falcon
After materializing on the trans****ter padd, Dehvon asked the
trans****ter operator where he could find the captain. "I'm not sure,
sir. Ask the computer."
"Computer, what is the location of the captain?" Dehvon asked.
"Captain Hodges is in Sickbay," the computer said in the familiar
female tone.
"Okay then, let's go see the captain," he said to himself as he stepped
out of the trans****ter room. He made his way to Sickbay.
{TAG: Spence. What will Dehvon say to his new captain?}
Respectfully submitted,
Lieutenant Dehvon Raynah
CSO/CTO
U=2ES.S. Falcon
NRPG: Sorry it was so short but I wanted to get him on the ****p at
least.
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Message: 3
Date: Thu, 18 Aug 2005 14:17:34 -0700
From: "Tree Deutscher" <treedr@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [DL-N] Dancing is Divine or is that......?
Day 8
Early Evening in the dining hall
Breezy did her expected rounds of the people in the dining hall and of
course oohing and aahing over her Godson before he was put to bed for
the night. Jeryn waylaid her at one point asking her opinion on the
buffet and to 'gush' over the newest addition to his little family. It
was well known that the cook loved the dragons especially the newly
hatched and it wasn't uncommon to see a small group of little dragons
hanging around the kitchen door waiting for handouts for a few weeks
after a hatching. Even though the Warrenlady was considered to be the
most im****tant and most protected member of the warren Breezy didn't
doubt for a second that there would be a full scale war if someone
tried to harm or kidnap their head cook. With a chuckle to the jovial
man about being a big pushover Breezy wandered off to greet the Mayor
and the Judge.
[=2E.] Later
The handsome queenrider leaned over to the small redhead next to him to
whisper in her ear, "You're frowning!"
Breezy blinked snapping out of her reverie to purse her lips, turning
her head slightly to glance at the young lord. "Aw Dev," she sighed.
"He should be here by now! He wasn't in his apartment, so I figured he
was already here."
"It's still early he's probably just off with M'lent somewhere!"
A grunt of frustrated irritation erupted from the little Wingleader. "I
know, I'm just worried about him. Its just.."
Dev smiled giving Breezy's hand an encouraging squeeze. "Don't worry
Breeze, he just needs time. He's been through a lot." Even though Lord
Wellington had been in Norwall only a short time it was obvious how
much in love the trainer and the wingleader were, even though either
had yet to admit it. He'd known Breezy a long time and it was good to
finally see her so settled and content. Even though he knew the redhead
was more then capable of taking care of herself Breezy's position as a
roving Wingleader had always worried him. It wasn't so much the
constant moving around, but the reason for it. Dev didn't know the
whole story but he had a feeling that if his feisty friend ever came
face to face with her father he doubted that the DragonLands would
never the same.
"Come, dance with me!" The male queenrider said his rich baritone
bringing a feminine swooning sigh from a nearby table. The da****ng
young lord cut a fine figure in his elegant finery and many a heads
turned as he swept the little redhead rather intimately onto the dance
floor. Dev was not one to openly flaunt his ***ual orientation but then
he didn't have to. Being joined to the flame colored queen was quite
enough, but his mannerisms still had people wondering at times, and he
liked that.
Breezy couldn't help but smirk at the hazel-eyed man. "You know Dev,
you're going to get the girls all hopeful by dancing with me like this
and I do believe there is a certain coal tender that is chomping at the
bit over Norwall's new jr. queenrider." She casually glanced around as
Dev whirled her gracefully around the dance floor and she had to bite
back a grin at the yearning look on M'rel's face. Unable to contain the
mirth that bubbled just beneath the surface Breezy bowed her head
almost missing a step as she shook with a sudden round of giggles, "You
my friend, are incorrigible!"
"Always!" Devareaux chuckled bending her into a deep dip with a sly
wink. Twinkling laughter erupted from the wingleader as she noticed his
gaze wandering to the onlookers, one in particular.
The tempo changed and Breezy found herself led breathlessly through a
series of intricate dance steps right into Galen's waiting arms. Giving
the trainer a formal nod and quick salute the queenrider disappeared
into the throng of swaying bodies.
Breezy's breath caught in her throat as she gazed up into the dark eyes
of her soldier. They sparkled with an unusual brightness tonight.
Something she hadn't seen in a while. The way he was looking at her was
incredibly ***y and the warmth of his hands on her back had her melting
into him. "Galen!" She whispered a wonderful tingling feeling suffusing
her body.
"Hi Gorgeous! Started without me I see?" He joked bending to brush her
lips with a featherlight kiss.
"You betcha! Had me a real hot dance partner too!" She answered with a
wink then sobered as he snapped her tightly against him.
"Guess I'll have to call him out then, or maybe work a little harder at
sweeping you off your feet!" He began to sway with the music taking her
with him. The intensity of his gaze and the heat of his closeness was
doing strange things to her head amongst other parts of her and making
it rather hard to focus on what was happening. Not that Breezy really
cared at the moment as she rose on tiptoe to meet his lips.
His near death, the injuries and his long road of recovery had really
put a damper on the physical aspect of their relation****p. Cuddling and
snuggling was nice of course, but wasn't overly fulfilling when one was
consumed with a serious case of the hornies. It could wait though, his
getting well was the most im****tant thing. The way he was acting though
made her think he might be 'weller' then she realized, which brought a
flush of excitement to her cheeks.
As he swept her across the dance floor the beat of the music had grown
overly *****c and Breezy was hard pressed to 'be good'. The things he
kept whispering in her ear at every turn had her ready to crawl out of
her clothes right then and there and from his rowdy grin he knew it!
At one point they bumped into another couple and S'ran had flashed her
a knowing grin over the head of his partner. It was the girl from the
village and for a brief moment 'work' intruded. The girl Cherry was a
bit on the sassy side and Breezy didn't doubt that they would probably
butt heads in the future. But that was ok, as long as the girl learned
her place it would be fine. Lips on her neck had Breezy's eyes rolling
in desire and the images faded for more pleasant things.
As the evening wore on people drifted in and out and Breezy nodded
absently here and there acknowledging them with a smile or nod as they
came and went. It wasn't long before the reflex of acknowledgment was
an empty one as she had eyes for only one person.
It wasn't until the new joined queenrider staggered over to a nearby
table to talk to Dargis was Breezy really aware of her surroundings. Of
course that was probably because she almost choked to death on her
drink when Mallory announced rather loudly,
"Can you take me to bed, flower man?"
She buried her face in Galen's shoulder unable to hold back the
laughter at the startled look on the gentle gardner's face. Finally
after several hard pats on the back she was able to catch her breath.
Her cheeks were damp with tears partly due to choking on her drink and
partly because of her mirth. "Now that's one hell of an invitation!"
the redhead gasped.
With his arm draped around the back of the Sr. Wingleader's chair Galen
pressed his lips to her ear, "Hmmm, do you think it would work for me?"
Breezy turned her head so they were touching noses, her big blue eyes
gleaming with anticipation. "Gee, I don't know, maybe you should try it
and see!"
The trainer abruptly released her to lean back in his chair and fold
his arms stolidly. His face bore a serious expression as his eyes
scanned the room. "Hmmmmm.." he mumbled under his breath stroking his
mustache as if in deep thought. Breezy's eyes narrowed following the
direction of his gaze trying figure out what he was looking at.
"Hmmmm.." he contemplated again which only made Breezy more curious,
confused, but curious.
Tapping his finger thoughtfully on his chin the trainer finally
answered, "Now, who do you think I should try it on?"
Breezy's eyes widened her lips slowly quirking into that burgeoning
smile when one realizes they've just been had! Her head snapped around,
"Galen, I oughta..."
The soldier let out a roar of laughter then enfolded her in his arms in
a cru****ng kiss until she was little more then mush in his hands.
Thankfully it was only a moment later when his lips traveled across her
cheeks to her ears and he whispered gruffly, "Can you take me to bed,
Wingleader?"
NRPG: No major tags at the moment, just a little catching up.
Respectfully submitted by,
Tree Deutscher
aka
Breezy & Devareaux
and for Galan
***Summary***
Day 8 Early Evening
- Breezy does her greeting at the party then dances with Dev who turns
her over to Galen for the evening
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Message: 4
Date: Thu, 18 Aug 2005 15:05:13 -0700
From: "Tree Deutscher" <treedr@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [DL-N] Pushy Introductions
Day 8 Evening during the party
<Snip>
Beylen ducked his head to the golden streaked bronze female who was
littered with the fresh flowers. [Beautiful Blossum, please accept my
offering. I need your help. You are wise and lovely, and had I not
already lost my heart to another, I would wor****p at your feet as you
deserve. Now all I can do is ask you to take pity on me. Your companion
has stolen my heart and I know only longing and pain. Please, my lovely
queen, can you help me?]
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At the sight and scent of the petals Blossom was on her feet, her huge
nostrils trembling from the wonderful fragrance. Flowers! She loved
flowers! Inhaling deeply a high pitched roar akin to a human squeal
erupted from the bronze queen. Immediately she began clawing the blooms
together building a pile of sorts on the ledge, her zealous movements
causing her to edge the crimson queen away. <OH these are so
beautiful!> She exclaimed batting her big eyes gratefully at the
mahogany male. Norwall was one of the most wonderful places she and her
rider had ever been. There was flowers everywhere and daily she made
the rounds of the different beds to inhale the sweet blooms.
Unfortunately, she had been forbidden from rolling in them as it was
made clear from her rider that D'lion's rider got upset when she did
that. The gardner had promised though that when he had extra time he
would plant a garden just for her. Sadly though his duties had kept him
from doing that so far. So she'd contented herself to lying next to the
glorious beds inching as closely as possible until the yellow male
appeared to remind her that patience was a virtue.
But to be showered with glorious blooms...no one could tell her 'No'
now. Clawing and wiggling she bumped Deeva even harder as her nest took
shape.
The crimson queen sighed in irritation edging away. First this
intruding upstart scatters her adoring throng then has the nerve to
throw flowers and croon at the younger queen of all things. [Hmmphf]
Deeva snorted her lip curling up in what could only be called a ***y
sneer as she eyed the brownish interloper.
Little did Beylen or Deeva realize that Brenna's movements were not
with out purpose and soon there was an empty space between the two
queens. Shyly she glanced at the glossy male, <Pardon me, but you are
sitting on some of the blooms could you please move! The spot on the
other side of me is empty.> She said sweetly.
The mahogany male wasted no time in doing Blossom's bidding and settled
himself neatly between the two queens.
Deeva raised herself up, the jewels in her necklace reflecting the lamp
light below. She arched her neck proudly her head moving around
lanquidly to stare at the male. [So handsome, you think you've got
enough worthy to sit on this ledge?]
Tag: Bianca
Respectfully submitted by,
Tree Deutscher
aka
Blossom & Deeva
**Summary**
Day 8 Evening on the dragons ledge
- After being showered by flowers Blossom slyly helps Beylen meet Deeva
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Message: 5
Date: Thu, 18 Aug 2005 15:53:12 -0700
From: "Tree Deutscher" <treedr@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [DL-N] A Shakey Morning
Day 9 Early Next Morning in the Warren Offices
"You go in there! I'm not going in there!"
Uh-uh, I'm not going in there!"
"Well you technically outrank me and as my superior, these have got to
be signed asap!"
*sputter* "Superior or not, I'm doing it! Suicide is not on my morning
agenda!"
"Puleeezzzz! They have to be sighed!"
"Nope! No way! No how! You do it!"
"What are you all going on about?" Jack asked wandering into the outer
office.
One of the young office workers sighed, "Hi Jack!" She exclaimed with a
winning smile her eyes immediately widening in contemplation, "Ummm,
Jack!" She cooed with a bat of her baby blue eyes. "I really need these
re****ts signed by Breezy, Jeneve isn't in yet or I would have her do it
but I have so much to do, and thought maybe you could..!" She was
flirting outrageously with the accountant of course. Anything to avoid
going into the Sr. Wingleader's office at the moment. The redheads
temper had become legendary, and when Breezy was out of sorts no one
was safe, and this morning she was most definitely out of sorts!
Jack grinned from ear to ear, "For you gorgeous, anything! But that
means you're going to owe me one!" He answered with a ***y wink making
the young woman's cheeks flame a very attractive pink.
With a chuckle he took the packet of re****ts, suddenly there was a loud
crash from Breezy's office accompanied by a string of curses that had
them all cringing. The accountant's eyes widened and he took a step
back, "Um, you know sweetheart ," he said placing the re****ts on the
desk. Taking the young woman's hand he gently kissed it giving her a
mischievous grin. "I've never lacked for courage, but every man has his
limits. Tackling an irate lioness in her den when it's not really
necessary is merely foolish. So as sweet as you are, I think I'll leave
the paper signing to you!"
"Jackkkkk! Aw c'monnnn! Breezy really likes you!" The young woman
whined her eyes going to the closed door as the creak of something
being drug across the floor along with more angry oaths sounded.
"And I intend to keep it that way! You know, I do believe I hear my own
office calling me! You ladies have a real good day!" Jack chuckled
making a discreet exit.
[=2E.] the inner sanctum of 'the lioness'
It wasn't so much that she had kicked the cabinet drawer and it had
come off it's hinges spewing files all over, nor the fact that when
she'd tried to move it she'd stubbed her toe hard. Or the fact that her
inkwell sitting on top had spilled destroying several papers, but when
her urn full of fresh coffee hit the floor shattering into a zillion
pieces well, that was all she wrote and Breezy exploded.
"&*^%$# ************!!!!" The redhead shouted stepping around her desk.
With her back to the mess Breezy stopped to stand in the center of the
room, burying her face in her hands she sighed deeply trying to quiet
the flash of anger that consumed her. Control, she had to get control.
After a few more deep sighs she slowly lifted her head her fingers
splaying out across her face as she turned to peek at the chaos behind
her. "Damn..!" She groaned kicking at a broken shard of the urn. "This
is ridiculous!" Breezy muttered through clenched teeth. Letting lose
with an exasperated sigh she pressed her lips together tightly then
taking another deep breath the corner of her lips contorted into a deep
frown.
She wasn't sure who she was madder at, Galen or the dumb cabinet. Her
fingers wrapped around her neck and she kneaded the sore muscles hoping
to get rid of some the tightness that was trying to make the headache
she had even worse. Rolling her head around as she walked past her desk
increasing the pressure the pressure of her fingers only to groan
loudly when she hit a particularly sore spot.
She couldn't really blame Galen for her mood, well she could, but that
would be unfair. The stupid cabinet however, deserved to be firewood at
this point. Without thinking punched the wooden file cabinet. A loud
crack sounded and she jerked her hand back yelping in pain. "You son of
a=2E..." Her foot reared back to again kick the offending drawer but the
redhead caught herself in mid kick when the familiar draconian bugling
of a returning patrol brought her to her senses. "You are so lucky!"
She said acidly to the inanimate piece of furniture.
Pressing her lips to her sore knuckles she grabbed a rag and squatted
down behind her desk hoping the re****ts that had gotten doused with
coffee weren't ruined. Muttering to herself she began to pick up the
mess of papers trying to keep them in some kind of order. The muttering
grew louder and the little wingleader was so deep in thought that she
didn't hear the door open.
"Hi Breezy!" Dizzi chirped sticking her head around the corner of the
desk.
The sight of the little girl's head popping out at her made Breezy
jump. Losing her balance her feet flew out from under her and the
redhead landed hard on her backside with a yelp. "Dammit Dizzi! You
'bout scared me to death!"
The little girl grinned from ear to ear, "I just came to see if I could
help you? Mr. K'tarr said he didn't need my help today, but that you
were always in need of help!"
"Oh he did, did he!" Breezy answered in a tone that was lost on the
child.
"Well, he was smiling when he said it, so I figured it was okay?" Dizzi
answered innocently looking around curious at the mess.
Breezy took a deep breath and silently counted to ten then began
picking up the papers again. "Not today kiddo, I'm really busy! Maybe
some other time!" She replied, the words coming out harsher then she
intended. After a moment or two she looked up to find the little girl's
eyes brimming with tears.
"Dizzi, what's wrong?"
"You're just like all the other grownups! You're always too busy! I
don't think you're my friend no more!" Dizzi cried out her bottom lip
trembling as she wiped her eyes with her sleeve.
Breezy's mouth fell open in shock at the sudden attack. "Hon..what
the..."
Dizzi stomped her foot in childlike anger, "Nobody will play with me!
Everybody says go away! Olin won't let me play with me anymore. He'a
always with his friends and he says I'm a baby! And..and..." Kicking at
the papers the little girl turned to go.
Ignoring the tearing sound of paper Breezy scrambled to her feet
suddenly feeling like a huge jerk and not sure why, her mind quickly
going over her last few encounters with the little girl. "Whoa, you
just wait right there one second young lady!"
Fortunately the little girl hesitated at the commanding tone giving the
Sr. Wingleader a chance to block her path. Taking Dizzi by the arm she
gently pushed her over to the couch forcing her to sit. Sitting on the
coffee table in front of her Breezy stared at the child. She'd overhead
a few comments that Dizzi had really been showing her face as of late
and the redhead didn't believe it until now. Pursing her lips she just
stared at the child until Dizzi was squirming in her set. "Sweetie,
what's going on?" There was some definite d=E9j=E0 vu about this moment
and that it didn't become a habit.
The bottom lip came out again, "You don't like me! Nobody likes me!"
The redhead blinked sliding onto the couch next to her. "Of course I
like you Dizzi! I love you! You're my little bud! Where would you get
the idea that I don't?"
Dizzi's lips trembled, "You're always holding David, everybody is! Even
Aunt Amy and Uncle Link! Nobody likes me anymore!"
"Oh honey, that's not true!" Breezy sighed wrapping her arm around the
little girl.
"Yes it is! Aunt Amy only wants me around when she needs help with
David and I gotta take his poopie diapers out to the pail! Boy, do they
stink too! She's always tooooo tired! Aunt Cassandra is always busy at
the shop and now that the snows are gone Uncle Link is always gone!"
"Gosh hon, I didn't even stop to think! None of us did! You gotta
remember grownups are a bunch of old farts and have a tendency to
forget things!" Glancing down at the tear-stained face Breezy lifted
the tiny chin so she could see Dizzi's eyes, "Like maybe little girls
that could use some extra attention! I'm so sorry hon can you forgive
me?" The dark-haired child snuffled and with a quivering nod threw
herself into the wingleader's arms her small frame shaking with
uncontrolled sobs.
"No..kes...me....Dav...is...Au..Link..and..."
Gently stroking the silky black hair Breezy sighed inwardly, if only
all the trials of life were so simple. Crooning softly she hugged the
little girl tightly resting her cheek on the soft hair. Giving the
child a moment to rid herself of the pent up frustrations the redhead
finally said, "Honey, look at me." More snuffling and Breezy clenched
her jaw when Dizzi rubbed her face into the wingleader's ****rt before
looking up at the redhead. The woebegone expression on the five year
old face had Breezy fighting hard to bite back a smile.
"Sweetie, I'd be lying if I said we weren't guilty of everything you
said! But it doesn't mean we don't love you! Unfortunately, a flaw in
being an adult is that we have a tendency to forget the im****tant
things in life. As far as David goes, he's a baby and he requires a lot
of care and yes he's cute and soft and cuddly and people gush all over
him, even me. But that will go away quick enough when he turns into a
tiny terrorist and is always getting into things! It doesn't mean
though that we love you any less!"
"He pulls my hair now and Aunt Amy thinks it's cute!" The dark brow
furrowed into a frown. "I don't think it's cute, it hurts!"
David had managed to get a fistful of her own hair more then once so
Breezy knew exactly what Dizzi was talking about. "Well, that's kind of
a part of babies growing up. They don't see real good at first so
grabbing things is im****tant for them!"
"Well, he don't gotta grab my hair!" The girl mumbled under her breath.
Breezy chuckled, "Oh, I agree with you there! Seriously, Sweetheart,
being a Mother is a hard job and it's very tiring because when babies
are little they take up a lot of time. They can't do things for
themselves like you or I can. That will change soon enough though once
David gets a little older. It won't be long before he's walking and
talking.."
Dizzi sighed in a tiny voice, "That's what Aunt Cassandra said too!"
Breezy looked at the mess in her office and a sudden wave of disgust
and compassion came over here. She was disgusted with herself for
letting something as silly as a crappy *** life get the better of her
and compassion for the child that only wanted a few minutes of her
time. "You know what? Piss on this office. Let's you and me go see Coo!
I betcha she wouldn't mind having some company!"
Lying on a ledge just outside the hatching cavern the iridescent
dragon's head popped up turning to gaze towards the warren offices.
[Now that's more like it Sister!] She quipped in the redhead's mind
rising to her feet in anticipation. She always knew when her favorite
human was with her rider as there was a certain feeling that came
through the link when the little girl was around. [You know we could go
for a short jaunt? It's been so long!] Stretching her wings the
sparkling female preened proudly. Even without sunlight her gleaming
color was still divine. Glancing at the crimson queen Coo flipped a
wing in her direction the iridescence of her scales surrounding the
seagreen female in a shower of color. Even though Deeva was a queen and
Coo would willingly die to protect her it didn't stop the somewhat
friendly age-old competition between them as to who was more
beautifully colored.
A hard jolt accompanied by a strange growl from the ground almost
knocked Coo off her feet. [Sister!!!] She called frantically through
the link as large stones began to break away from the cliff side one
barely missing her wing. The panicked roars of the dragons vibrated off
the crater walls as they dropped off their perches to get away from the
shaking ground.
Breezy and Dizzi were almost to her office door when it felt like
someone had lifted them up and roughly dropped them. "What the..." The
redhead exclaimed as the little girl cried out clutching at the
Wingleader's leg.
One of Jeneve's sketches that hung on the wall fell to the floor with a
loud crash and Breezy held her hand against the wall to steady herself
as the room began to roll, the shards of broken urn dancing across the
floor with a clacking sound . "Geezus! C'mon honey!" She exclaimed
pulling the child under her desk, which right now seemed the safest
place to be.
It had been over a year since there had been any ground quakes, and
then those had only been minor tremors. At the time they had figured
that it might be coming from the problems at Telnor. But things had
been quiet and Norwall had never experienced anything like this before.
What could be causing it?
Tag: All - Ok we have an earthquake in progress. For those of you that
have been in one consider it a 4 -5.0. For those of you have not. A lot
of breakage a few cracks in the walls as such, but no major injuries
unless one is dumb enough to be standing under something when it falls.
:D
AC: (Author's Comment) If you older players remember, the Telnor Warren
proper was destroyed by the ground becoming unstable with seismic
activity. Technically the idea was for it to turn into a Yellowstone
type area complete with mini geyser's. Since we are right next door it
would be natural for Norwall to get some of the fallout persay. Now
this kind of process happens over a period of time, and I figured this
is one of those periods! :D
Respectfully submitted by,
Tree Deutscher
AKA
Breezy & Coo
**Summary**
Day 9 Early Morning
- Office workers debate on bothering an obviously cranky Breezy and try
to con Jack.
- In an extremely bad mood Breezy argues with the office furniture when
Dizzi appears. The Sr. Wingleader tries soothing the neglected girl and
they decide to go see Coo when a hard groundshake happens.
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Message: 6
Date: Thu, 18 Aug 2005 15:56:37 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bianca Payne <biancaknox@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [DL-N] Speculations from the Edge
Day 8
Evening in the dining hall
Z'ak sat at a table not far from the dance floor, sharing it with
Heidi, the herbalist from the med center, her sister Gretchen who
tended the herb garden, and Webb, who had turned out his best barrels
of ale to celebrate this latest hatching. The dragonhealer took
another sip from his big mug, and nodded to Webb.
"I like it. You did something different with this batch."
"Aye, I put honey an' rose petals in it. Adds sweetness t' tha flavor.
Ya like?"
"I like." Z'ak raised his mug again, enjoying the brew.
"I like, too." Heidi sipped her own mug of the ale but her attention
seemed to be focused on the dance floor. Z'ak and Webb both turned to
scope out what had caught her attention. She was following the path of
the new junior queenrider who was sweeping Breezy across the floor, and
she was all but licking her lips at the sight of the man in his party
finery.
Webb snorted and gulped from his mug. "That'n's a lost cause, lassie."
He reached up and tugged gently at the end of the long blond braid
hanging down her back. "Best choose your next conquest from them as
will appreciate your attention."
"I've got as much chance as any of the other women here. Rider or
not." Heidi frowned, twisting up her pretty features a little, but she
didn't take her eyes off the handsome man.
"Aye lass, you do, but I hear it's lads who have a better chance. He
is joined t'a queen dragon after all."
Heidi's braid whipped around as she jerked her head. "That's not
always true. There have been cross joined riders who have even settled
and had children with their mates. It doesn't always mean they...you
know...go that way. It's just when the mating flights happen."
"Yes, and a rider doesn't have to be cross-joined to prefer the company
of their own kind." Gretchen chimed in. "I think Webb's right
though. Either way, girls or boys, a big fancy lord like him, even if
he isn't set to inherit,...his type isn't likely to take just anyone
into his bed."
"What do ya say about it, Z'ak?"
"He could be bedding down with the horses in the stables for all I
care. I don't like him. He bugs me." Z'ak watched as Devereaux
dipped the Senior Wingleader in a deep dip, the two obviously sharing
some joke that caused the little redheaded spitfire to giggle. He
wondered if Galen knew how much his woman liked the company of the red
queen's rider. For a second he thought the blond rider heard his
thought because he was suddenly looking into a pair of hazel eyes.
Z'ak glanced away and dropped his gaze to his mug, which was suddenly,
woefully, low. "I think we need another round."
Z'ak got up and headed towards the bar that had been set up near the
back of the dining hall. His mind was racing. He didn't need anymore
trouble with Breezy, and from the way the two had been dancing, it was
clear they friend. If Devereaux had heard his stray thought and told
the red-head....The dragonhealer shook his head. It was ridiculous.
Telepathy didn't work that way with humans. He should know. He'd had
strange dragons talking in his head since puberty. Maybe the guy was
empathic or something. That surely seemed the case with a large chunk
of Norwall's riders, though it was an odd and rare trait in the other
warrens. Maybe it was in his head and they guy hadn't been looking at
him at all. Maybe the guy was that way. It wouldn't be the first time
a guy had checked him out. Z'ak knew he was considered a good looking
man. Women checked him out all the time. He liked it when women made
a fuss over him. Like that one.
The brunette was refilling her mug from a tap on a small cask at the
bar, smiling shyly at him with one of those come hither looks. That
was a lot more promising. Z'ak moved closer to the cask wearing a lazy
smile of his own.
-Respectfully submitted by
Z'ak and Beylen
aka Bianca Payne
summary: Day 8 Evening, Z'ak and several unjoined warrenfolk sip ale
and speculate on Devereaux's preferences.
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Message: 7
Date: Thu, 18 Aug 2005 19:15:00 -0700
From: "Tree Deutscher" <treedr@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [USS Calypso] Keep up the good work?
MD 4:1151 Holodeck 2
"Georgi, do you have a copy of this program on file somewhere, or the
original version? I think it might help us sort this out?"
The petite redhead couldn't help herself.as she moved to walk in a
circle around the engineer. She could feel her presence, sense her ire,
yet she couldn't, which didn't make much sense, at least not in the
conventional way. There were times her empathy failed her but this was
different.
"Counselor?" Brant questioned eyeing the southern critically. No matter
how long he lived, how far he traveled, he could never get comfortable
around people with abilities that could touch a person in ways that
could not be seen. It just didn't seem natural somehow and what bugged
him the most is that they always knew it.
He waited somewhat impatiently doing his best to keep his golden gaze
from traveling places they shouldn't on the curvy woman. Van was alive,
somehow stuck in the circuitry, but alive, and he was hard pressed to
hide his elation. He didn't like to lose.
Stopping directly in front of her Georgi looked the engineer up and
down, "***puter, freeze program!" She quipped before Van could stop
her. Everything stopped as before and the tiny woman walked around the
engineer again. Stepping back, "***puter, resume program!"
"Georgi!!!" Van snapped, letting loose with a string of what the
counselor was sure quite colorful Argentinean oaths.
"Ah's just checking!" The redhead quipped defensively. She could feel
the Captain's relief and Georgi glanced up at him with a little smile.
"Capt'n, ah know this is gonna sound purdy strange, she's there
alright, but she ain't there."
Crossing his arms he stared down at the little Counselor, "Care to
explain that?"
Looking at Van she took a deep breath, "Well, it's kinda hard ta
explain, but ah think the best thang ah can compare it tew, is that she
feels kinda like an echo!"
Brant arched a brow, as all eyes turned on Georgi, "She certainly
doesn't look like one! Conner, Kendrell, tell me that you have
something that makes sense!"
"Georgi! Do you have a clean copy of the program!" Van asked again
curtly, obviously fighting to hold her temper in check.
"Well yeah, a course ah do! But it's differ'nt then this one here! Ah
was tweakin' it when we was at DS3 tryin' ta make it more interactive!
That's the one ah loaded up! Ah shore nuff got copies a both of 'em!
But ah got a question?"
"Which is?" Brant asked impatiently.
"If'n we reload the program, won't we erase her?"
The sound of the waves crashed on the shore as the group fell silent,
each pondering the woman's question, suddenly Brant's com badge
chirped. <Captain, you're needed in Sickbay!>
Tapping the metallic crest his deep voice drowned out the tropical
sounds for a brief moment. "I'm on my way, Reed out!"
Taking a deep breath he looked from one officer to the other, "Do what
you have to do to get her out of this, and re****t to me as soon as you
know anything!" Looking pointedly at his engineer, "Despite your..um.
present situation, it's good to see you Ortiz!"
It didn't take an empath to know how irritated she was and the edge of
his lips lifted slightly, "You know Van, I've always admired how
you...um...really get into your work!" All heads turned to gape at the
man in disbelief. Despite the seriousness of his expression the tiny
smile lines at the corner of his eyes shown his relief. "Carry on." He
added in a lighter tone as he left the holodeck.
Georgi turned to look at the Engineer who wore an expression that said
the woman was about ready to explode. "Van, he's jus' happy you're
okay! He was sure worried 'bout ya, we all were!"
Tag: Bianca and Eddie
MD 4:1220 Sickbay
The relief he felt at seeing his Engineer could only be matched by the
Doctor being able to give him some idea of what had happened to the XO.
The re****ts had said that the First Officer had suddenly turned to fire
on his own people as the 'the zombie scientists came to life.' What had
caused Mitchell to do that?
The doors of Sickbay slid open and the Captain entered his formidable
present instantly known as the staff came to attention before returning
to their duties. Jacklyn hurried from her office, "Captain I'm glad you
are here!"
"What do you got for me Doctor? I hope it's good news!"
{Tag: Jeanette}
Respectfully submitted by,
Tree Deutscher
AKA
Captain Brant Reed, &
Counselor Georgiana McKey, USS Calypso
**Summary**
MD 4:1151 In the holodeck the group talk to Van. Leaving his officers
to work on the situation Brant heads to call to sickbay
MD 4:1220 Reed arrives at Sickbay hoping the doctor has some answers
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