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1. [DL-C] Are You Out Of Your Ever Loving Mind!!!
From: "Barbara A. Matthews" <carolyn@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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2. [DL-N] The Torn Heart! (JP)
From: "Tree Deutscher" <treedr@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Message: 1
Date: Tue, 6 Dec 2005 11:23:31 -0600 (CST)
From: "Barbara A. Matthews" <carolyn@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [DL-C] Are You Out Of Your Ever Loving Mind!!!
"Turner," He'd been walking across the green from the dining hall
headed
back home when heard his name called and turned back to see who was
calling him. When he saw Kat and another rider coming towards him, he
wondered at first if Lenna was up to something. But Kat's first words
put
that fear to rest.
"We've been discussing how to deal with the problem we have with the
Nadusi, and we think we think we've come up with a plan," the woman
said
and stole a quick glance at the rider with her.
"But..." the smith said, crossing his powerful arms across his massive
chest to await her next words. Something about the way she hesitated
put
him on alert. He wasn't sure he was going to like this idea, even
before
he heard her out.
"But.." Kat took a deep breath, he eyes barely meeting his. "We need
your
help with one small thing that is a vital part of our plan."
"And that would be?" he queried, dark blue eyes narrowing as he looked
from one to the other rider and noticed neither was willing to look
*at*
him. "Come on.. spit it out. I'm late getting back to my son."
"We ahh..." Kat started and then Turner saw her roll her eyes as if to
say
*this is ridiculous*. "We need you to ask Trevor if there is anyway we
can
have Triss' blanket to use to fight the Nadusi... It's the only thing
we
have that's big enough to throw over the thing. We want to try and
douse
it with that same stuff they used on the Hellspawn.. the tejas root
mix..
to knock it out and then have the ice dragons go after it..."
He voice trailed off as the look on Turner's face changed from mild
suspicions to full blown disbelief..
"Let me get this right," the big smith's face suddenly looked a lot
like
his younger sister, Lenna when she was about to unload on some
unsuspecting fool. "You- want- *ME* -to -ask- Trevor- who's dragon is
very
sick by the way... To *Pretty Please* give up- your- dragon's security-
blanket- and most- prized- possession- so- you- can- destroy- it- by-
throwing- it- over- the- Nadusi? Do I have that right?"
"Pretty much," Kat shrugged. "Look Trevor.. if it wasn't so important
we
wouldn't ask! We're desperate!"
"No.. You're out of your fraggin mind if you think for one moment that
I'll go along with you on this! You don't know how much Triss loves
that
blanket! You don't know how she made my life a living hell until we
replaced her last one when it was destroyed!! I will *NOT* go through
that
again for anything!! You need to come up with another plan or ask
Trevor
yourself because I'm not going to be the one Triss stocks this time
until
she gets a replacement!!"
"Trevor.."
"No way!!" he reiterated. "Look Kat.. There's a lot of things I'll do
for
this Warren. But asking a sick dragon to give up the one thing that
makes
her feel better and safe is not one of them. If you want to go through
with this hair brain idea of yours.. You ask. Or better yet. Ask the
nomad
women who made the blanket to make you up another one just like it. I'm
sure they'd be happy to do so since we're working to save their lives!!
But leave me out of it!"
He turned then and stomped away before she could try and talk him into
it.
Why they came to him with the request was something he couldn't
understand. Triss wasn't his dragon after all. Hell he was only a
smith..
a damn good one, but not even for the Warren would he go through the
baleful stares and whimperings of that big white dragon following him
around like a lap dog.. blaming him for the loss of her precious
blanket!
No way!! Let some other sucker deal with it."
(Reain)....
So they needed blanket of dragon to fight snake thing, she thought to
herself as she unintentionally listened in on the conversation between
the
Wingleader and Lenna's big brother. Blanket Nomad women had made for
hero
dragon.
This would not do. Nomad women gave up many personal things of value to
honor dragon who was brave. Pride and honor went into making of
blanket.
Would dishonor work of Nomad Women to be use in such way.
If big blanket needed to fight snake.. then blanket would be ready when
time came. Nomad women would see to it. To show respect to those who
save
life of Nomad people.
She came out from around Sylois where she had dismounted a little while
ago after giving the brave dragon bath and oil and stared after the
retreating smith. To save man from dressing like woman again... (this
thought made Reain giggle and she remembered when Turner had last done
this) she would go to Nomad woman and ask for their help. Helping
Warren
battle snake thing was honorable thing to do.
(Turner)....
"I think the whole damn place is going crazy," Turner steamed as he
finally made it home. "I can not believe that they are even thinking
about
doing this. OR that they had the *nerve* to suggest I ask Trevor to ask
Triss if they could use her damn blanket!! I won't allow it do you
hear!!"
the smith bellowed and Kellie looked at him like he was crazy.
She had no idea what he was talking about. "Who's asking who about
using
Triss's blanket for what Sonny? She's using her blanket to keep herself
warm right now."
"Them!! Out there!" Turner shouted and pointed out towards where they
were
having a meeting to discuses how to deal with that damn big snake.
"Those
fraggin idiots want to ask Trevor if they can use Triss's blanket to
try
and trap that damn snake in before they freeze the hell out of it...
and
some idiot came up with the bright idea to ask *me*... to ask him if
they
can!! I will not allow it!! I suffered enough the last time that over
grown lap dog lost her blanket and I WILL NOT GO THROUGH THAT AGAIN!!"
"Whoa, wait a minute!" Kellie said. "Who are you talking about? Who
wants
to take Trissana's blanket?" She knew that Triss had come down sick
after
her trip to Keldarra, and had been having a very bad case of coughing
and
chills. "I can't imagine Trevor allowing that! You know how he babies
that dragon!"
"Oh Kat and the other riders came up with this bright idea, and decided
since Trevor and I are family, and since I know Trevor so well... that
I
should be the one to ask him.. for the good of the Warren... those
bleeding heart idiots have no idea what they are asking..." he was
still
steamed and getting hotter as he continued. "They say they need
something
BIG that they can drop over the snake and then all the ice breathing
dragons will make it into a big popsicle .... but they just don't
realize
what they are asking. Triss LOVES her blanket and if you remember the
last
time she lost it I was the one who suffered... I am NOT willing to go
through that again... No way!! No How!! If they want to use the damn
blanket.. then THEY can grow some balls and ask her themselves!! If
they
are lucky she won't be able to fry them with her cold right now!"
Kellie had her doubts too. "Under normal circumstances, I'd say she
should
give it up...for the good of the warren and all...I mean, something HAS
to
be done about the Nadusi. But in her condition right now, not having it
could make her sicker, just when she's beginning to show signs of
getting
over this. No, I think you're right. It shouldn't be asked, by you or
anyone else."
"I tell you one thing... if they do take Triss' blanket... I'm going to
be
damn sure Triss knows it's Kat to go to and ask for a replacement this
time..."
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Nrpg: Just a fun post John and I worked out because of a comment
someone
made one time about Triss's blanket. I DARE anyone to go to Trevor OR
Triss and ask to use her blanket...... But don't say you weren't
warned!
***Submitted by: ****
Barbara aka:
Turner (Mastersmith)
Reain & Sylois
John Aka:
Kellie
Summary: Turner blowing off steam after being asked to ask Trevor to
ask
Triss to once again give up her blanket for the good of the Warren....
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Message: 2
Date: Wed, 7 Dec 2005 01:08:03 -0800
From: "Tree Deutscher" <treedr@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [DL-N] The Torn Heart! (JP)
Day 9 Early Morning
<Snip>
Joe handed her the flowers and letter and asked," Would you like to go
on picnic with me today?"
But before Brenna could answer or look at the letter he had just handed
her, the ground shook violently. Brenna practically fell into Joe's
arms. He was able to catch her and hold her until Sara stumbled into
Brenna causing all three to fall. Joe bumped his head on the floor but
also found his face caught in her cleavage again as the young blond
junior queenrider landed on top of him.
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Feeling his nose poking the bare skin on her chest Brenna let out a
high-pitched squeal. "Eeek! Get off of me!" Scrambling to her feet she
kneed the Joe in the stomach bringing a grunt of pain as he curled up
trying to protect himself from her flailing arms and legs.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean any harm," Joe said with tears rolling down
from his eyes even though he tried to hide the fact that he was in
pain.
Horrified at yet again being caught in an embarrassing situation Brenna
instinctively trying to cover herself even though her linen gown was of
a modest cut. "Are you crazy?"
"I think it was my fault!" Sara sighed straightening her own shift.
"What was that?" she added looking around in confusion.
"Are you kids okay?" Felicia asked in a worried tone untangling herself
from the chair she had fallen into.
"I.I..." Brenna gasped her dragon's voice suddenly entering her head to
make sure her rider was okay.
Sara was getting the same from Harmony
Joe looked at Brenna totally confused." Are you okay? Do you need...."
he felt a little woozy after hitting is head and getting up so fast
"Oh goodness Joe, you're hurt! Do sit down! The laundress exclaimed in
a motherly tone immediately pulling the lad into a chair.
A wave of guilt sweep over the queenrider, "Gosh, I'm real sorry Joe, I
didn't mean too..." Her cheeks flushed beet red and her slender hands
waved this way and that trying to express her apology almost whacking
Sara in the process, who thankfully was alert enough to duck.
"It's ok." Joe replies. "Read the note I gave you. I spent most of the
night trying to put my feelings into words."
Brenna's eyes widened as a grinning Sara scooped the note and the small
bouquet off the floor and shoved them into the jr. queenrider's arms.
Brenna opened up the letter and tried too read it but the writing and
spelling was so terrible she couldn't make out half of it. The
scrawling marks looked more like chicken scratches then handwriting and
what she could make out the spelling was atrocious. She was sure what
to do at this outpouring of misspelled feelings. Joe was a nice enough,
but he was 4 years younger then her and a mere boy in comparison to the
young riders especially R'ork. Unsure of what to do at the lovesick
gaze of the young fellow sitting on the chair before her Brenna looked
at Felicia pitifully.
With a clicking of her tongue the graying woman smiled warmly, "You
girls quit standing there gawking! Scoot now and go get dressed! I'll
take care of young Joe here!" She commanded gently poking at the lump
on his head and bringing a yelp from him.
Amid giggles from Sara the two girls retreated into the bedroom to do
as they were told leaving Joe to wince in pain at Felicia's gentle
doctoring. Cocking his head he gazed up at the laundress. "Do you think
she liked it?" he asked hopefully.
[..]
The laundress and three young people were shocked at the damage as they
wandered through the warren helping those in need. Suddenly Sara's eyes
glazed over then the young woman let out a gasp her eyes clearing. "I
have to go see if my da is okay! Coo told Harmony that part of the jail
collapsed."
"What! Are you nuts? Why would you.." Brenna exclaimed grabbing her
friend's arms.
Sara jerked away, "I don't care he's my Father, Brenna! I don't expect
you to understand!" Turning away the apprentice half ran towards the
jail.
The queenrider stood there with her mouth hanging open. How could Sara
even be the least bit concerned for the man considering what he had
done?
"Brenna?" Joe asked softly touching her arm.
The petite blonde looked down on the young lad next to her. "C'mon Joe
we've got to follow her before she does something stupid!"
And Joe happy to follow the queenrider anywhere trailed behind like a
little puppy dog.
As Sara made her way towards the jail only one thought was one her
mind. *Please let may father be ok! Please let my father be ok!* As she
weaved and dodged through all the people trying to clean up and repair
the damage, she prayed to any god that might be listening that her
father was ok and still alive.
Back at the hatching cave Harmony picked up on her rider's thoughts and
feelings. Although the hatchling had yet to understand the human
relations of family and fathers, she knew that her rider cared about
the human she called father even though he was dangerous for her to be
around. All this little hatchling knew was that her rider was going to
need her. So while Malani was not looking the little pink one slipped
out to go in search of Sara.
Sara was trying her best to get to the jail her worries growing by the
second. When she finally got to the jail she saw Selena and Breezy
standing outside talking. She heard Selena tell Breezy that the cells
that had collapsed where not occupied and that the prisoners where safe
and unharmed.
Sara smiled and ran in." Dad!" she called," Dad!" the young rider ran
from cell to cell until she found her father looking as though he was
in pain. Although that was not surprising, after all he was having a
hangover, plus with the sound of the place falling down around him. All
she was glad about was that he was alive and in one piece.
She ran up too his cell smiling and asked with a little concern in her
voice," Dad are you all right?"
Justin growled, his head pounding from all the noise that had been made
that day. He looked up and saw his daughter standing at the door to his
cell. His eye's narrowed as he saw that she was wearing riding
leathers. Had she truly defied him and became a dragonrider? Had she
forgotten her place was in the kitchen, and in the home?
Then Harmony came up beside her to offer her some comfort. That's when
the stable hand got angry." What are you doing here?" he snarled as he
rose from his cot. "You dared to defy me by becoming bonded with that
lizard! AND YOU DARE TO COME HERE CALLING ME YOUR DAD!"
Sara cringed stepping back trembling." I'm sorry!" she answered almost
on the verge of crying.
Then Justin took his cup and threw it at the bars shouting, "GET OUT OF
HERE! YOUR NOT MY DAUGHTER!"
Sara's tears where rolling down her cheeks. How could he say that? How
could he say that she was not his daughter? All the young rider could
do for a moment was stand there. Blindly she ran out almost running
into Breezy and Selena who had entered to further access the full
damage just in time to witness the whole thing.
Breezy caught the young girl by the shoulders, her big blue eyes
hardening into icy flints at the pain she saw reflected in Sara's face.
The look that came over the Sr. Wingleader was one that few men ever
wanted to see. But the Homeguard Captain knew that look, and with a
passing glance of pity at the man behind the bars pulled Sara into a
hug, to comfort the sobbing girl. Breezy spun around, the blazing fury
etched on her face made the stablemen's eyes widen.
For Justin the ground shake was nothing in comparison to what happened
next. Breezy leapt over the hatchling, her arm shooting into the cell
to grab Justin by the throat jerking him face long into the bars. The
sound of his nose and teeth cracking against the metal made an eerie
ringing sound. Blood from Justin's nose spurted across Breezy's shirt
as her fingers dug into his windpipe. Gasping for air the stablemen's
arms flailing against hers as he tried to break the redhead's iron
grip.
"You son-of-a-bitch! You ever come near her again and I will kill you
where you stand!" The Sr. Wingleader whispered in an unmistakable tone.
The bravado that Justin had shown with his daughter turned to cold fear
in the face of the enraged redhead. Except for the raspy sound of the
stableman trying to catch a breath the cell area was strangely quiet.
Suddenly the low rumble of laughter started, then grew in volume.
Ranker leaned against the bars of his cell with a huge grin etched
across his face. "And here you were worried me Justin! I do believe
you've just met your worst nightmare!"
The sound of the other man's voice and Sara's gasp brought Breezy to
her senses. Giving Justin a shove she turned to the big man, "Stay out
of this Ranker!" She snapped, ignoring the admiring look he was giving
her.
"Breezy watch out!" Sara cried out.
The Wingleader instinctively ducked and spun around catching Justin's
arm as he tried to grab her from behind. Justin howled in pain, the
sound of his arm breaking vibrating around them. "Jackass!" Breezy
snorted in disdain as she released the dangling appendage. "You make me
sick Justin! You are lower then dirt, and you'd better pray that Jeneve
is lenient because you've just used up about every option you have at
this point!"
"Breezy..." came the choking sob.
Seeing Sara's tortured expression Breezy's rage faded and she moved to
enfold the girl in a warm hug. "I'm so sorry Honey you had to be here
for that! But your father has a mean streak in him that I can no longer
tolerate." There was no way she would ever apologize for her actions.
Justin deserved a lot more then she'd just given him but she was sorry
that Sara had been witness to it. It only created more frustration and
confusion for the girl then she already had, or needed.
"Sara! Sara!" Came Brenna's call as she hurried into the cell area
followed by her youngish suitor. "The guards told me..." The
queenrider's eyes widened at the scene before her. "Oh my..."
"Perfect timing Brenna!" Breezy exclaimed her eyes glazing briefly as
an unspoken message passed between their two dragons.
The queenrider immediately jumped to her friends side, "C'mon Sara,
let's get out of here!" As she turned Brenna almost collided again with
Joe. Giving him a look that said now was definitely not the time for a
picnic she led her friend out of the jail.
Glancing back at the cells Breezy rolled her eyes at the cheesy grin
she got from Ranker. Selena sighed, the sound almost a chuckle. "I
think you enjoyed that!" She stated watched the shorter woman flex her
fingers. "I suppose we need to get a healer over here."
"Yeah!" Breezy answered absently as she started down the tunnel to the
entrance deep in thought.
"And I suppose you could call Coo for that. But I know how busy you are
and I don't have a problem with a nice leisurely stroll to the Med
Center."
The redhead stopped, arching a brow she glanced up at the taller woman.
The corner of her lips twitched upward, "That works for me!"
Respectfully submitted by,
Max Loga AKA Sara, Harmony, Joe & Justin
AND
Tree Deutscher AKA Breezy, Brenna, & Felicia
***Summary***
Early Morning
* Brenna gets entangled with Joe and 'wounds' the lad much to Sara and
Felicia's amusement. As the girls get dressed Felicia tends poor Joe
and Sara worrying about her father rushes off with Brenna and Joe in
pursuit.
* At the jail a concerned Sara is disowned by her raging father.
Unfortunately for Justin Breezy and Selena witness the event and Breezy
whomps him good. Brenna arrives to take Sara out and the two women
discuss getting Justin a healer.
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