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3. [DL-C] Suggestions Anyone?
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Date: Sun, 18 Sep 2005 21:17:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: Max Loga III <m_logaiii@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: Fwd: [DL-N] Great Minds Think Alike (JP)
Day 8 Evening at the party
Inspite of every thing that had happened with Justin the party was in
full swing. Uncle was smiling as he served the newly joined and the
distinguished visitors. Antwin was playing some tunes with the help of
Woodlenn. Many dancers took to the floor. Some though sat waiting for
some one to ask them to dance. Of course, one pair didn't seem to have
a problem with finding someone willing to dance with them. They where
Brenna and Sara.
Olin and two of his friends stood at the far side of the room. They
seemed to be sizing the two up. And Cassandra was watching the whole
thing from her table giggling and sighing. Ahhh youth!
..
" So which one do you like Joe?" The one with red hair asked his friend
with blond hair.
"Brenna," Joe responded. "She is 17 and she's a queen rider. She's a
real babe!" He winked at the other two and said in a low voice as he
leaned in close. "She also has nice....." He made a gesture around the
chest area. "What about you Bob?"
"Sara." Bob responded quickly, "She's quiet, cute and is going to need
a strong guy like me to protect her." Bob heard his friends snickering
at that comment knowing what a coward he really was. "Besides," he
added," she may have bigger ones then Brenna one day."
"What about Miss Breezy?" Olin asked.
"What do you mean?" The other two asked with some surprise." Don't tell
me that you've fallen for her?" Joe said with a little worry in his
voice. They all knew that Olin was a little shy around attractive older
women, well they should not complain, when an attractive women came up
to them they also found it really hard to speak.
Bob laughed and said," He can't be, she's already taken. Galen would
slice your, you know what's off! He's really good with a sword!
Besides unlike Brenna and Sara she don't have...."
Breezy was standing at a table talking to some of the riders. Suddenly
a set of the creeps went up her spine, which meant she was being
watched. Her first thought was that it was Galen, but as she looked
around the Sr. Wingleader was soon disappointed when she found her man
was nowhere in sight. But the feeling persisted so the petite redhead
casually glanced around the room as she talked, her eyes finally coming
to rest on the trio half hidden in the shadows of the room. Olin was
with his friends. She couldn't say she was too happy about his
choices as she felt Joe and Bob were a bit too old and weren't the
best influence on the boy, but for the moment there was little she
could do about it. Arching a brow she turned to pointedly stare back
until the boys realized they had been caught gawking. She shook her
head knowingly and waggled her finger at them with a sly grin. Turning
back to the couple at the table Breezy glanced over her shoulder and
gave Olin a mischievous wink.
Cassandra watched, and as she sat there a thought came into her head.
She slowly got up using her cane for support and went over to that
table where Brenna and Sara were sitting. They seemed to have waved off
most of the young boys that where asking them to dance. The aging woman
made her way to the two girls and said," Brenna. Sara. If your looking
for some fine dance partners I think Joe and Bob over there would be
delighted if you two would ask them." The gray-haired woman pointed
toward the trio across the Dining Hall.
Brenna's gaze was on R'ork and several other of the young men and
she turned to look at where the aging seamstress was pointing. Seeing
the boys across the room grinning like idiots she instantly giggled,
elbowing her friend. "I think you have some admirers!"
Sara regarded the boys and she smiled a little. The once apprentice now
rider turned toward her friend and said," I think those perverts are
admiring you more than me. But what do we say we humor Mrs. Cassandra
and ask them to dance."
"Well I was really hoping for someone a bit older!" She answered with
an exaggerated laugh, wiggling her eyebrows at her friend as her gaze
roamed to a group of the younger male riders. The age difference
between the girls at times was quite distinct even though they were
very like minded when it came to twittering which rider was the cutest.
[..] Meanwhile across the room
Breezy's lips twitched in amusement as she watched the young people
from across the room. Time for a little fun. Excusing herself for a
moment she slipped stealthily through the crowd. But Olin who had an
unerring instinct when it came to the Sr. Wingleader saw her coming and
blended silently into the crowd leaving his friends at the redhead's
mercy. Bob was a bit taller then her having sprouted up this last year,
while Joe was a wee bit shorter. Standing directly behind them she
followed their line of vision and silently gasped. Seeing the girls
from this angle it was no wonder the boys were gawking. Brenna and Sara
looked quite fetching in their new gowns and unfortunately a lot older
then their ages. She was definitely going to have to talk to Cassandra
about this 'development'. But for now.......
Stepping closer Breezy could hear the boy's low comments and when her
name was mentioned, her lips twisted into an wicked grin. Leaning
closer, "Whatja looking at?" She whispered loudly in a sugary sweet
voice making both boys jump. They immediately began to hem and haw
their feet shuffling in a typically gawking fashion. "You know I was
just passing by and I heard my name mentioned, did you boys want to
talk to me about something?" Her eyes twinkled merrily, her words
dripping with mock innocence. The look of horror on their faces was
priceless and she fought the urge not to laugh. Gazing at them for
several long moments until they were literally squirming in their boots
finally she stepped between them and looked from one boy to the other.
"You know boys maybe you ought to wipe that drool off your lips and go
ask those girls to dance!" Chuckling, Breezy backed away biting back
the laughter she felt, turning she walked right into the elderly
seamstress. "Damn Cassandra, I hate when you sneak up on me like that!"
The old women smiled." I guess great minds think alike." she answered
with a laugh as she pointed toward Brenna, Sara and the two boys." What
do you say we find a better seat to watch the performance?"
Across the room the pretty queenrider smirked at the boys, then
covertly poked her friend, "They are really looking at you Sara, after
all they are more your age."
The young apprentice glanced at her friend arching a brow. "You never
know, they could like 'OLDER' women!" she answered with a giggle.
Brenna rolled her eyes, "I'm not that much older!" She answered with
a wave of her hand just missing the cup in front of her.
"And what are you two young ladies up to this evening?" Dev asked
making both girls jump as he appeared between their chairs.
"Dev!!! Hi!!!" The pert blonde exclaimed immediately smoothing her hair
as she gazed up adoringly at the handsome Lord.
"I must say you girls look enchanting this evening! And my
congratulations to you Sara! Being chosen by a dragon is a great
honor!" He exclaimed bestowing a warm smile on the young girl.
"Th..than...thanks!" Sara stammered her cheeks growing pink at the
sudden attention from the aristocratic queenrider.
"Isn't it wonderful Dev, Harmony is such a cutie!" Brenna gushed her
arm finally hitting the cup.
Devareaux chuckled easily catching the container before it spilled.
"Yes, Deeva tells me she is quite sweet, but then she has a huge soft
spot for hatchlings."
"Your queen is very beautiful." Sara interjected shyly.
"Why thank you Sara, I think so too." Glancing around the room he noted
the boys scowling in their direction and he had to bite back a smile.
"Well, ladies I must go." Giving them a formal bow he elegantly kissed
their hands and gave them a sly wink. "I do believe you girls have some
suitors chomping at the bit. Try not to torture them too badly!"
Sara's eyes widened and Brenna busted out in giggles, "Oh Dev,
you're such a tease!"
As the male queenrider walked away, Sara patted her crimson cheeks and
Brenna giggled furiously, "Isn't he soooo gorgeous!"
"But isn't he.....well.... you know, he rides a girl dragon?"
"Who cares! He's so debonair and soooo handsome!" The blonde sighed.
Sara rolled her eyes unable to keep from glancing over at Bob and Joe,
both immediately starting to preen and flex the second they caught her
gaze.
Brenna grinned, "You know if you wait around for them you're going to
be sitting here all night!" Stretching to look through the crowd. "Darn
Dev, he could have at least asked us to dance! Where did R'ork go?"
"OHHH, they're coming!" Sara gasped rapidly patting Brenna's arm.
......
The boys exaggerated swagger as they approached the girl's table had
Breezy choking on her drink and the aging seamstress patted her on the
back with a huge grin. "Oh my word Cassandra, were we ever that young?"
The wingleader asked when she finally caught her breath.
.......
The two young teens approached Brenna and Sara. As soon as they reached
the table looking at the beauties they appeared to forget how to speak.
"Ummm....A H.......Hi." was all Bob could get out.
Joe just stood there slack jawed not sure what to say.
"Well Hi!" Brenna said pertly. Seeing her friend biting her lip
hesitantly she nudged Sara under the table with her toe.
"OH! Hi!" Sara responded quickly.
"Ummmm....." Bob fumbled, "What you girls doing?"
Brenna closely watched Sara whose cheeks were once again growing pink
and the queenrider perked up, "Why we were just waiting for some
handsome fellas to maybe come offer to refresh our drinks!" Sara's head
spun around and she widened her eyes in silent communication at the
blonde, which only egged the queenrider on even more. "You boys
wouldn't no anyone that might want to do that would you!" Flipping
her golden locks Brenna batted her eyes coyly.
"We would!" they both responded in unison. "What would you ladies
want?"
Tapping her fingernail on her lips as if harboring some deep thought,
Brenna then grinned sweetly, "Why I think a cup of punch would be nice.
How about you Sara?" She replied gleefully putting her friend on the
spot. The young seamstress paled slightly then mumbled her agreement
with a faint nod.
With that the two boys grabbed the empty cups and were off to the punch
bowl to get a refill. As they were coming back Brenna spotted Brezzy
and jumped up to wave to her. In doing so she bumped Joe's hand
spilling the drink all over the front of her dress.
"Ohhh!" The blonde squealed in horror. "My dress!"
Joe's eyes widened in panic. Stammering an apology he immediately
pulled out his handkerchief to wipe up 'the mess'.
Another squeal erupted from Brenna her face turning ten shades of red
at the lad rapidly patting the front of her. "I can do it! Joe, it's
all right! I can do it!" She cried out unable to grab the flipping
handkerchief. At the moment Joe looked up to find his nose only inches
from Brenna's budding cleavage. His throat went dry and his ears
turned deep red. Jerking upright his head collided with the
queenrider's chin with a loud whack. Brenna was instantly seeing
stars as she fell backwards across the table
As her friend crashed onto the table Sara jumped up so fast she
stumbled into Bob causing him to spill the drink in his hand. He jumped
back bumping into Joe who was rubbing his head and gallantly trying to
pull Brenna to her feet sending his friend falling face first right
into Brenna's chest receiving a faint oompf from the blonde.
"Ohhhh my!" was all Cassandra could say.
It took a second for her to focus but the warm breath on her shin
brought a little stab of panic and Brenna wasn't sure whether to
laugh or cry. She became concerned when Joe didn't move plus the fact
he was heavier then he looked. "Joe are you ok?"
Slowly he raised his head looking at her with a silly grin on his face.
Brenna's eyes grew glacial and Joe quickly stood up and held his hand
out to the pretty girl. Taking a deep breath he asked," Would you like
to dance with me?"
The junior queenrider gaped at Jthe boy as if he'd lost his mind. She
wasn't sure which hurt more, her chin, her back ,or her pride. She
was so embarrassed and didn't dare look around to see if R'ork or
any of the other guys had seen this fiasco. She would never live this
down in a million years, and to make matters worse Joe was at least a
half a head shorter then she was. Staring into the eager face Brenna
hesitated trying to figure out what to do and a movement over Joe's
shoulder caught her eye. It was the Warrenlady. At Breezy's
suggestion she had been watching the beautiful warren lady to better
learn the role of a leader, since she was a queenrider herself after
all. The sudden thought popped into the younger blonde's head, *What
would Jeneve do?*
Even though she was used to Brenna's klutziness Breezy was bit
concerned as she'd heard the crack between head and chin clear across
the room. Rising to her feet her thoughts passed through the dragons to
make sure the queenrider was okay. As Coo assured her that Blossom's
rider was 'going to live' the Sr. Wingleader sat back down giving
the aging seamstress an amused smirk. "Hormones can kill ya!" She
chuckled as a round of applause and happy laughter filled the room at
the unplanned 'entertainment.' With everything that had gone on
this was much needed.
Dancing was the last thing Brenna wanted to do at the moment, but she
really wanted to impress Jeneve whom was watching them closely. Taking
a deep breath she smoothed her damp gown, then with a flip of her hair
lifted her aching chin proudly, "Of course I'll dance with you!" A
tightlipped smile came to her face as the unbidden thought popped into
her head, "And I'll have Blossom bite your face off later!"
The girl's last thought as she was led to the dance floor came
through the mindlink a bit distorted from Blossom to Coo, but the point
was made and Breezy erupted into hysterical laughter almost falling off
her chair.
Still in choking fits the redhead turned to Cassandra." I can't believe
this! HAHAHA....that was too much!"
The old lady smiled." I knew those kids would liven this place up! Look
even Jeneve is smiling." Breezy looked over at the Warrenlady and sure
enough she was smiling and laughing with the rest.
But Cassandra's smile soon faded and she said with a little worry in
her voice," Breezy I'm worried about Sara."
Breezy looked at the old seamstress as if she had just grew a third
eye." How so?" she asked. "I mean Justin is in jail, and if he gets out
he'll possibly have to leave the warren. I highly doubt that Malani
wouldn't hesitate to harm him the first chance she gets. Plus Sara
was chosen by a dragon, and they are never wrong. Between Harmony and
Malani I don't know if he would stand a chance."
Cassadra sighed and closed her eyes deep in thought." when I was a
little girl...." Breezy knew that this was the start of one of
Cassandra stories about her childhood. The wingleader always listened
to these stories for some reason. It seems that she learned a lot of
things from the stories that Cassandra told her, no matter how far
fetched they seemed.
"I knew this young boy in our village. Like Sara his father was quite
fond of the drink, and like Sara his father would beat him and his
mother often. Every day we would see the boy with bruises on his face
and arms. Every one in the village knew what was going on, but no one
could do any thing about it.
Until....." Cassandra continued, "one day the boy's father was killed
in a farming accident. After that the boy, not having to fear his
father any more confirmed every ones suspicions and vowed that he would
not turn out like his father did."
The aging woman took a sip from her cup." Well the boy grew up got
married and had a child, but it was not long afterwards that he started
drinking and we saw his wife and child with bruises."
Breezy sighed and said," So your saying that Sara could still end up
with a jerk like Justin?"
"Or worse." Cassandra quickly added," She could become just like
Justin."
The redheads gaze drifted across the room to the young apprentice who
was now dancing with Bob. Unfortunately, history did have a way of
repeating itself, but she had a hard time imaging someone as sweet as
Sara following in her parent's pathetic footsteps. Both women
silently watched the couple swinging around the dance floor to a lively
tune. Crossing her arms Breezy leaned back in her chair pursing her
lips pensively, "I guess we'll just have to make sure that doesn't
happen!"
Summitied for;
Tree (aka. Breezy, Brenna, and Devareaux)
and
Max(aka Cassandra, Sara, and everyone else)
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Date: Sun, 18 Sep 2005 23:33:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: Steph <rabbitkytten@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [DL-C] Suggestions Anyone?
....Dining Hall...
-SNIP-
>>Ok chatty, talk time is over. The warren just received a general
distress call from somewhere out in the nomad lands about this Nadusi, and
it's time for us to go. The saddle and your bag of goodies is already on
board, so get out here.<< Djin sent to Jacin, flapping his wings once to
adjust the leather straps wrapping around the base. He sidled himself as
close to the mess hall entrance as possible, turning his body sideways and
sticking out one leg.
Inside, Jacin quickly stood up and wrapped the wrap around his head,
his face serious. "Sorry folks, time for us to roll on out of here."
He said, then turned and sprinted out.
-END SNIP-
Saren reacted quickly, reaching her mind for Vordai's. <~You got that,
love? I'm on my way out.~>
Vordai's snort of assent could barely be heard over the rapidly rising
noise level outside. <~I'm ready. I've already pulled the rope to get
your packs off of me and I'm waiting on the green. You'll have to get
past Djin first, though.~>
The whole conversation took only a few seconds, and Saren was out of
her seat and running in the direction Jacin had gone. She could see
Djin's leg through the dining hall entrance and she hollered at him as
she ran. "Djin, you had better move that big, black ass out of my way
or so help me I'll have Vordai freeze it off for you."
It never came to that, as the pair had moved and taken off by the time
she reached the doorway. She hurtled across the expanse of ground
between herself and her dragon, her long black hair streaming out
behind her. Vordai was waiting for her, crouched down low so that her
rider could vault into the saddle without needing to stop. As soon as
Saren had fastened the straps, Vordai was leaping skyward.
Saren was still pulling her jacket on and cramming her hat down onto
her head when Vordai reached the height she wanted. <~I have the
location, rider. Are you ready?~>
Fastening her jacket securely, she nodded. <~Then let's go. I want to
see what we're dealing with.~>
A moment later, they winked out of the sky above the warren.
....Nomad Lands...
As dragon and rider appeared in the sky over the fleeing nomads, Saren
quickly took in what was going on. It seemed, for the most part, that
the other dragons and riders were concentrating on getting the fleeing
humans to safety, rather than attacking the large snake-like thing that
she assumed was the 'Nadusi' she kept hearing about. <~Since it seems
everyone else is trying to take care of the Nomads, lets see what we
can do to slow down Nadusi.~>
Vordai roared her response and the dove toward the giant wyrm,
releasing a blast of her ice breath right in its face as it reared back
to bite her, then using the distraction to veer away and regain
altitude. She noticed that the wyrm looked less than pleased, and was
in fact glaring at her. This was going to take a great deal of skill,
not to mention more ice breathing dragons than her. She sent out a
general message to the other dragons. <~Does anyone have any
suggestions about how to deal with this thing?~>
[tag: anyone with suggestions for Vordai]
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Summary: Saren and Vordai follow Jacin and Djin to the area of the
Nomad Lands where Nadusi is chasing some of the Nomads. After an
experimental foray, Vordai asks the other dragons present for
suggestions in stalling Nadusi.
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Respectfully Submitted:
Steph
aka
Saren & Vordai
Once the pin is pulled, Mr Grenade is no longer your friend.
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