>
>"My name is Trinale. I am Warrenlady of Whiteriver Warren" Trinale 
>stated. As this seemed to have no affect on the rider she continued
>"We are having a hatching party back at the warren. Cricket's eggs have 
>just hatched, thats why she was so hungry and rude. Could we make it up 
>to you by offering you food and drink at the party. Cricket could show 
>Bishlea where she could get a replacement meal. We would also be pleased 
>if you would accept our hospitality for the night. Would you please join us?"
>
>Trinale looked expectantly at the rider, hoping that she would accept the 
>invitation.

        Titiania was clearly surprised by the invitation as she stammered 
her reply, "No, umm, no, we'll just be on our way."

        *But Anya, they have food* Bishlea pleaded.

        *You really thing of nothing else, do you Bish?* the dragon rider 
replied in amused frustration.

        Overhearing the conversation, Trinale and Cricket broke into light 
laughter, bringing a cold glance from Titania.  *Not when I'm hungry* the 
dragon replied, *If you don't want to go, don't, but I'm getting some food.*

        *Glad to hear it* Cricket began to lead the wild dragon towards the 
party, *There is plenty of meat right this way.*

        *You're not really going* Anya's tone displayed surprise.

        Bishlea paused for a moment and turned around to look at her rider.  
*Please Anya, just for a little while.*

        *Fine* Tatiania said, *But I'll wait here*

        "I think you'd be more comfortable at the party,* Trinale observed 
with a warm party.

        Bishlea's large black eyes turned to her rider hopefully.  "OK," 
Titania finally conceded, "But just for a quick bite."

        Bishlea playfully ran back to Anya, lifting her on her back to carry 
her to the party.  She dropped off Anya while Cricket dropped off Trinale, 
and then she followed the Queen Dragon.  *You said something about food?*

        Cricket laughed, and motioned towards Bish's full figure, *From the 
look of it, you're not going hungry*

        They landed in a glade not far from the party.  Many dragons were 
assembled, but quite a few were the newly born dragonettes.  Several such 
baby dragons came over to Bish, their youthful curiousity raised by the wild 
dragon.  One dragon playfully nipped at Bishlea's leg.  In surprise she 
jumped back, bring laughter from Cricket and the other assembled dragons.  
Cricket gestured towards the baskets of raw red meat *Help yourself*

        Bishlea looked at the meat in disbelief.  She was expecting to see a 
dead dear or to, not piles of butchered meat.  *Where did you ever get so 
much meat?*

        *This is from the morning's hunting party* Cricket explained.

        *A hunting party* Bishlea tried to comprehend the term as she buried 
her jaws into a basket or meat.  

        Bishlea was interrupted from her feast by something she never heard 
before.  A female voice making the most interesting sounds, and another 
device making sounds that perfectly accompanied her voice.  *What is that?*

        *What?* Cricket asked, *Do you mean Merrisa's music?*

        *I have never heard . . . music before* Bishlea explained, *It 
sounds nice.*

        The warren dragons again laughed at Bishlea's naivete.  They found 
the wild dragon to be an oddity, and in fact she was.  Never before had she 
been among so many humans or dragons.  She was intimidated by the crowd, but 
enjoying herself all the same.

        Calling from a distance, Bishlea heard her rider's voice, *Are you 
ready to go yet?*

        *Not yet, I think I like it here* Bish replied.

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NRPG:
Gwen- If Titania enjoying the party? :)
All-- Feel free to bump into Bishlea.

Sorry this is such a short post.. but I figure this way, if you average the 
length of my posts and Gwen's, they come out normal. <EG>




        
-Adam T. Brown

"Hitting a ball and scoring a run are in a way what all of us
try to do all our lives.  Baseball becomes a symbol, win or lose,
and the romance never really ends."
                                            -Branch Rickey