NRPG:  a little comp trouble here, so I'm not sure if I sent this or not (~_^
but if i did you'll know i decided to take everyone's advice and post to Deja
News...obviously...and that I did it 'cause I couldn't get anyone to forward
this to me so I decided to do it myself! fyi, there are copies of the bio with
Louise and Chris, so everything should be about clear).  Anyway, I hope this
is all right... see ya!



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<Iām -tired-·>, Fern whined as she glided through the wispy clouds that hung
rather low over the beach.  "Youāre always tired.", Samika replied
absentmindedly, holding the yellowed map up to the moon for light.  It was
strange that she carried a map around, she usually knew where she was going
without one.  Itās just that she liked to be sure.  Just in case.  <But this
time Iām -really- tired.> , the dragon persisted, her smooth flying purposely
wobbled to get her riderās attention.  Samika relented, and rolled up the map.
 "Did you hunt like I told you to earlier this afternoon?" The young dragon
remained silent, but a small wave of guilt rolled through their bond anyway.
"You didnāt.", she concluded, an expression of amusement growing on her face.
 "So what -were- you doing?"
>
>        <Well, there was this interesting cave somewhere in that last
mountain range..>, her sea-scaled friend began.  "I knew it! Youāre hungry,
arenāt you?"  Fern was tentative.  <Well, maybe a -little-·.>  Her rider
almost through her hands up in the air.  "Oh, fine.  Weāll stop here.  That
looks like a warren nearby, anyhow.  But Iām not going to feed you!"  <Yes, my
rider.>, the dragon sighed.  She swooped down, and cupped her wings for a
perfect landing as her hind legs brushed the sand.  <Iāll be back soon.>, Fern
promised as Samika dismounted.  "Iāll find go find us a place to sleep.  There
should be an inn of some sort somewhere."   Standing back, the young woman
watched as the blue-green dragon, brilliant in the moonlight and the seaās
reflections both propelled herself into the air and disappeared into the
night.
>
>        As she came to the end of the dirt path and into the main streets of
the warren (Jasra Warren, she found out, from a sign she had spotted) bits of
quick, lively music reached her ears. ĪMaybe theyāre having some sort of
celebration·ā, she thought.  Shrugging her shoulders, she walked with that
balanced, catlike grace that always got her an admiring glance or two.
>
>         "Gimme a hand here!", said a rough sounding voice to her left.
Instinct told her to step behind a stack of wooden crates.  "Hey! Iām goinā as
fast as I can!  Whew. What a haul.  Good thing that little tumbling actās
still around, everyoneās there watching the show."  Squinting, she made out
two figures in the shadows.  One at the window of one of the houses, another
on the ground.  ĪThree.ā, she corrected herself as another swung down from an
old tree in the yard.  "Hurry up, you two.", said the last figure (female,
from the shape of her body) in a bossy-sounding voice.  "I Īm not going to
wait forever."
>
>        Easy competition.  She came out from behind the crates.  "Hold.", she
said loudly, calmly.  The womanās head swiveled around to look at her.  "Get
her.", she hissed.  "Nuthinā to worry about, Greta.", said the fellow on the
ground, drawing his dagger with a scraping metallic sound.  "Sheās a girl, and
an outlander besides.", said the other, jumping from the window.  Samika shook
her head.  "You asked for it."
>          The thieves circled her, their eyes glittering and their faces set.
 Greta lunged forward, a knife sliding out of her sleeve.  Ignoring the knife,
she caught her wrist and swung her towards the nearest man.  "A good one,
sweetheart.", leered thief with the dagger.  "But can you handle me?", he
taunted.  He spun around, looping an arm around her neck and holding the
weapon as if to slit her throat.  She had let him do that.  "Of course."  In a
flash, her hands locked on his arms, sliding through the circle that held her,
and crouching on the ground to deliver a kick between the legs.  His eyes
rolled upwards, in a face that was contorted by extreme pain.
>
>        Stepping back, she looked at him critically. Then drawing the
scimitar, she let it fly in a backwards arc that hit the thief whom she knew
was coming with the flat of her blade, directly in the ribs.  Turning around,
she hit him over the head with it then let it drop to the ground.
>
>        "Well done.", remarked an impressed sounding voice behind her.
Raising the curved blade, she looked to see whether it was another thief.
>
>Nrpg:  TAG anyone! Or everyone!  Howās the post?  Isabella, I liked yours·
*grin* Shalyn should meet my character Alaysha from Broken Lands.  Hmm..
Jasra seems to be a pretty interesting place right now.  Samika could be
inclined to stay.  ^_^

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