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Day 14 - afternoon

 The aged man M'rdith continued his practicing , his sword cutting the air
in intricate patterns that only he could see.  The movements were slow, but
they were carried out with a precision that belied the apparent age of the
wielder.

 **The trial is going to begin soon..**

 **Fingerprints?  We know the man is...**

 **Human justice is so interesting..silly..**

 M'rdith's muscles complained at the treatment they were being given, having
been out of practice for many years.  But the aches were a good price to pay
for the quieting of the voices in his head.  They never went away but if he
worked hard at a task, they faded more into the background.  Keeping himself
busy was very important, especially now being inside a warren.  Closing his
eyes, he continued focusing on the movements, feeling the motions he went
through

 "M'rdith!"

 "M'rdith!!

 "M'RDITH!!!"

 M'rdith swung around, the sword whistling through the air in a deadly arc,
stopping just a hairsbreadth away from Otho.  M'rdith opened his eyes,
realizing who had been shouting his name.  He dropped the sword down to his
side, walking over and placing it back on the practice stand, "I'm sorry
Otho."

 Otho glared at him, "You trying to become unemployed or something?!  If the
sword had been sharp.."

 M'rdith nodded, "Nothing would have happened Otho.  I take it we have
customers?"

 "Damn right we have customers.  Landbound nobles and the like.  I'm going
to need you back in there, being attentive, not out here playing with wooden
swords," Otho grumbled.

 "Very well, Otho, but I'd prefer that you keep what you saw to yourself," M
'rdith said.

 "Hell, as long as you keep the customers happy, you're just a waiter, now
get moving!"

[..]

 M'rdith cleaned up quickly and came into the hall proper, getting a glare
from Otho as he stepped up to the bar, "Bout time you got out here.  Take
this tray out to them, quick!"

 M'rdith sighed, taking the tray with the mugs on it.  He walked over to the
group of three, "Pardon mine extended absence, gentlefolk.  I was otherwise
engaged.  I can only entreat that thou wouldst forgive my transgression.
Might I provide anything additional to increase thine comfort?"

 There was a startled silence that made M'rdith wince inwardly.  He realized
that he had unintentionally lapsed into a "high" dialect.  Sarilyn looked at
him, eyebrow slightly arched "Thank thee for thine explanation, good sir.
Might I inquire how thou hast come by such an articulate tongue?"

 "In my distant youth I served such as thyself, milady.  I learned the
language through attentive listening," M'rdith smoothly lied.

 "And to whom were you in service to, good sir?" the lady inquired further.
 M'rdith thought quickly, considering the names of lords that would have
been in power during his youth, "I was in service to the noble Lord Blaine,
milady.  A fine man."  And one that he had become friends with during his
time as a rider.

 **Yes, he was a nice man.  One of the more accepting landbound that I've
known.**

 Sarilyn nodded thoughtfully and he thought he saw a hint of something in
her eyes.  Bowing, he returned back to the bar, where Otho looked at him,
"What the hell was that namby-pamby stuff comin' out of your mouth?!"

 M'rdith waved him off, "It's called charm, Otho.  I may not have curves,
but I know how to talk to people.  I'll be in the back."

[..]

Day 14 late evening

 The day at the bar had been rough and M'rdith made it back to his apartment
and began to fall asleep.  The voice he managed to quiet to a murmur and was
just about to slip into blissful unconsciousness when the voices began
shouting and blurred visions began flashing across his mind.  He woke up
with a start and he struggled to make sense of it, clutching his head.

 <Corragh!  What the hell is this!>

 **I don't know, but I believe it's coming from the one called Sarilyn.**

 <Well, let's wake her up!>

 Stumbling outside, he remembered where she had her apartment and made his
way there.

[..]

 The mand went into Sarilyn's apartment, only to be greeted by the large
form of Luna, who looked at him <Corragh, you take care of this one.>

 **Right**

 Luna looked at him oddly, then let him pass.

 <What did you say to her?>

 **Nothing really, but how many dragon do you know that are stuck inside
their human's head?**

 He approached the form of Sarilyn, who was thrashing about.  He grabbed her
and gently shook her, "Sarilyn, wake up.  Your having a bad dream!"

<Tag!>


Submitted by

M'rdith
AKA Chris Weeda

NRPG:  Just picking up a couple tags.  I'll get to day 15 soon. <G>



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Date: Thu, 5 Apr 2001 18:39:57 -0400
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Subject: [DL-X/M] Talks Too Much?  Not *me*!!

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>  The voices actually made more sense when he was out here, as he connected
>the fragments to activities around the warren.  He watched as he saw a pair
>of dragonriders lofted up into the air and he felt a familiar pang as they
>flew up and winked from sight.  Sighing in resignation, M'rdith continued
>his wandering, finding himself at the training grounds, where he picking up
>a training sword.
>
>  Hefting it in his hand, the feel and balance made him nostalgic.
>Granted
>it wasn't a real sword, he had hidden that one away long ago, almost
>immediately following his accident.  Taking a few experimental swings, he
>flowed into a series of moves that became smoother and faster as memories
>were triggered by the forms.
>
>  Setting the sword down, he took a breather, the intense concentration and
>work winding him a bit.  Despite his age he was in good shape, but wielding
>swords took a different level of effort, one that he hadn't risen to in
>almost twenty years.  Walking over to the weapons rack, he selected another
>practice sword the same length and weight.  Then, with both swords in hand,
>he went through another series, beginning slowly, quickening only a little.
>Working with two blades was much more difficult.  Closing his eyes, he
>focused once again, trying to force the voices back...

      Darla had been wandering around, the excitement of the upcoming
hatching, the new visitors, then tension, and just about everything else
getting to her.  And that darn dragon just wanted to chatter non-stop all
the time!  She needed some space and time to think.

      Without realizing it, she wandered into one of the places where the
Warren people exercised, or practiced fighting, or whatever else they did
here.  And she stood there, watching the man that talked to himself waving a
sword around.  He talked to other things too, but what, she didn't have a
clue.  She tried to stand taller than her tiny frame would allow, and just
didn't manage it.  It was her curse to be born short, and to not get any
taller.  The fact that she had to all but use a damn rock just to mount
Vylith was embarrassing enough.  But her main drawback, and the reason she
was mostly alone, was about to pop out again...she talked way too much.

        "Hi, are you going to hit somebody with that sword?  Why are you
waving a sword around if you aren't going to fight anybody with it?  That's
just silly if you ask me.  You talk to yourself a lot, why do you do that?
I talk to myself a lot too, but mostly my dragon talks me to tears..she
loves to chatter, you see, and well, we sort of fit together because I love
to chatter too.  Who do you talk to if you are by yourself?  Do you hear
voices in your head like I do with my dragon?  Do you like to chatter a lot?
People say I talk too much, but I don't think I do, do you?"

         Finally, the poor girl had to take a breath, and then she grinned,
waiting for him to answer...if he could.

Tag:  Chris!  Have fun!!!  :)

Submitted by:

Darla Otheal,
aka Jeanette Bloomfield

--

[NRPG:  I posted for Darla a long time ago when she Joined and forgot she
was still in my biofile.  So, I'm bringing my chatterbox out to play!  LOL!
Here's her bio in case you need it.]

Bio


  Name:    Darla Otheal
  Age:     13
  Height:  4'8"
  Weight:  Around 95 lbs.  *Very* thin.
  Hair:    Red, chopped short (naturally!), wavey and flattering
  Eyes:    Green
  Build:   Very thin, but beginning to 'fill out' in the right areas.

  Desc:    She is very short, and wears kids' clothes a lot..as she's more
           comfortable in them.  Usually pants and tunics and a sturdy
           pair of boots. No one ever can remember seeing her in a dress,
           and she flat fights against having to get into one!  She says
           it not only makes her look prissy, but short and prissy, and
           that's sheer horror to her.

  Abilities:  None..I can't think of any acceptable ones that would make
              her stand out.

  Personality:  Usually fun and outgoing...but turns shy and quiet and
                almost ashamed of her short stature.  She knows it's not
                her fault that she's so short, but the medical people told
                her parents that she wasn't going to grow any
                taller...she'd just fill out.  She feels that her lack
                of height affects anything that she tries to do, and that
                is her one drawback...other than that..she can be fun and
                mischievious.  Though she does have one habit that she
                doesn't realize gets on everyones' nerves.  She asks
                questions rapid-fire, and seems to want to know everything
                about everything..as if being smart will take away from
                her lack of height and get her respect.

  Dragon:  Vylith
  Sex:     Female
  Color:   Copper colored with Silver swirls on wings and along stomach.

  Abilities:  Again, none that I could think of....just plain, like her
              rider.

  Personality:  Curious, to the point that she'll try and get into
                everything, much like her rider.  Protective, especially
                if her rider tries to hide behind her or at times under
                her wings.  She thinks it's a game, and lots of fun.  But
                she knows that her rider being short upsets her, and lets
                her hide.  Wants to try anything before she's really
                supposed to....and at times, stubborn about the word 'no'.

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