> "I don't see how you can call it luck.  I mean look at you."
> 
> "What?  You don't like my new look?"  Darrkon teased.

Lacey was getting exasperated with him. He treated this all like a game. 
He could have been killed, and here he was joking.

> "That's not what I meant.  You go out there healthy, and come back all
> cut up.  Callindeth had to have been affected by being involved in -two-
> dragon's deaths.  And your -friend- is injuured."

Lacey knew what a dragons death does to another dragon. Calindeth had to 
be hurting, unless he was also as callous as darrkon appeared to be. She 
also still couldn't help thinking, that if he hadn't been with Marina, 
none of this would have happened.

> Darrkon shifted uncomfortaly.  More from the weapons on his back than
> from Lacey's accusations.  He removed the battle-axe and replied to his
> love, Calindeth and I will get better.  We always do.  I'm not sure
> about Marina, but I think she's a fighter.  But we now know about the
> bandits and the wild riders.  We know they have gathered and joined
> forces.  We may not know their numbers, but we can still prepare.  That
> why I call it luck."
> 
> if we don't know where there base is?  How does simply knowing they
> exist matter?"
> 
> "It's like they say Lacey.  Knowledge is power."  Darrkon felt that
> there wasnothing else to report about his experiences and decided he
> b=needed to catch up with warren business.  "So anything interesting
> happen while I was gone?"

Well, lets see....Greta has been kidnapped, L'gan has been killed, Meena 
is sitting in the med center with Devon who has gone crazy..." Lacey 
angrily informed him "Oh, and Garnet rose to mate."

Darrkon's eyes narrowed at this thought "Who won?"

"Someone who was here.." Lacey spat out bitterly "Malachite"

She watched his eyes as he realized that that meant she had been with T'grat.

"Now, if you will excuse me..." Lacey said and headed for the door.

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(am skipping to the next day cause I want to do something before Lacey is 
grounded after Garnet lays her eggs. I will backpost if necessary)

*The next evening*

Lacey wanted to get away for awhile. She looked for M'lent to see if he 
would take her on another searching run. She couldn't stay at the warren 
right now, and new she would be stuck there with no breaks soon after 
Garnet lay her eggs.

She suddenly spied M'lent and Ebony, but as she headed their way, they 
went into the air and disappeared.

She sighed. She had missed him.

(Garnet, he's probably at Travellers rest, how about a trip)

(Fine with me)

They soon were in the air and just as quickly as Ebony and M'lent had 
done before them they disappeared.

They quickly reappeared above Travellors rest.

(Tell Ebony, not to tell M'lent we are here. I want to surprise him)

(He won't. He thinks his rider needs some surprises)

Lacey giggled and headed for the doorway. Her eyes adjusted to the scene 
and she saw M'lent approach a young woman and sit beside her. Her aura 
glowed brightly.

She appraoched behind him and heard him introduce himself "I am M'lent, 
head searcher at Norwall"

Lacey added from behind them "And I am Lacey, junior Queenrider at Norwall"

She grinned at M'lent as he turned around, a look of shock on his face.
"Lacey, what are you doing here?"

"Can't let you have all the fun, M'lent" Lacey joked with him, then 
turned her eyes on the new searchling. "I would like to invite you back 
to Norwall Warren. Have you ever thought of becoming a dragonrider?"

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NRPG: Can't let M'lebt have all the fun, Les...besides, this way Mira 
won't have to wait again. Lacey can take her back :)




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