*Dinner, Dining Hall*
**Inagua**

She beamed broadly at the other Queen rider, reaching out to grasp her 
hand firmly and giving it a good shake. 

"Hello, I'm Argent, rider of Silver," she said cheerily.  "I'm having 
dinner with my family....this is my father....and my two brothers, 
Za'kia and Ceth'lith."  Argent motioned to each in turn, smiling as her 
brothers nodded at the girl.  "Won't you join us?"

Inagua didn't have a chance to answer before she was sat in the chair by 
Argent as the other queenrider moved a glass of water over.

"Have you eaten?" she ran her eyes over the other girl, trying to match 
her gaze.  "Well of course you have, or else you wouldn't have been 
here..." Argent laughed heartily.  "I'm just finishing up with my meal.  
You don't mind at all if I eat this piece of chocolate cake do you?"

Inagua shook her head and looked up, unable to believe the utterly 
pointless babble that seemed to be coming from this girl.

Argent gave her a warm smile before taking a bite of the cake.  

"Are you sure that you don't want some of this cake?  There is *no* way 
that I'm going to be able to eat this huge slice.  Have you ever seen 
such a big hunk in all of your life?"  Argent shook her head down at the 
piece of cake.  "I swear, I think I've eaten so much I'm going to 
bust..." 

Inagua closed her eyes briefly sending a silent prayer to the Gods to 
give her patience to put up with this chatterbox.  Yet half of her was 
thankful the woman seemed to be such an air head, there was no way V'dar 
would ever-

Her eyes shot wide open, black and white for all the world to see, at 
that thought.  What in the world had prompted that?

"I believe Inagua has a brother....and maybe a sister too...?" her 
father half said half asked.  

"That's right..." Inagua nodded, thankful that someone else had spoken 
up.  "My brother just left..."

Argent turned around and scanned the dining room.  Inagua was thankful 
he had left, she wouldn't subject him to this chatterbox, not with 
everything else that was happening.

"Well maybe I can meet him sometime..." Argent said, and Inagua added a 
silent 'not if I can help it.'

Argent smiled smiled before reaching over and touching the dragonrider's 
arm, squeezing it slightly.  "I'm sure we're going to be stuck together 
a lot...But I'm glad...because it sure was boring in Jasra listening to 
all of those lessons.  The trainer there just would go on and on and on 
and on..." Argent rolled her eyes dramatically.  

Inagua barely bit back a groan.

"Say...." She paused as she looked at the other girl again.  "Is your 
dragon around here?  Sil's waiting for me somewhere outside...  I guess 
they should meet each other too, huh?"

"Mya's.." 

<Don't you dare say I'm sleeping, Naga!>

"..just outside," Inagua finished lamely.

<*Thanks a lot, Mya,*> she grumbled silently.

The two of them got up and walked outside and there their dragons were 
waiting.

"Argent, Silver, meet Myacura," Inagua introduced almost sourly.

Myacura preened her black and silvery white self infront of the silver 
queen.

"She's lovely.." Argent breathed.  "She looked like snow flakes at 
night."

Inagua considered her queen, snowflakes on obsidian and stubbornly 
metalic.  "Yes, I suppose she is.  Silver is quite lovely as well," 
Inagua added, not having to stretch the truth at all as she considered 
the quicksilver queen.

"If you'll excuse me, Argent, there is some one I have to talk to back 
inside.  Its been very nice meeting you."

"Oh, yes!" Argent agreed.  "It was very nice meeting you Inagua.  I'm 
sure I'll see you at training-"

"Yes," Inagua said simply, quickly backing towards the Dining Hall.  
"Good bye, Argent."

With that she turned on her heel and rather rudely walked back into the 
dining hall.
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NRPG: Ok that should do it, just insert the last half of my Discussions 
post and there you go.  Happy Allen? :)

Submitted by,
Bridget Olson
Inagua and Myacura  


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