[Katla]

Ignoring her fatigue, Katla gently cared for the little hatchling once he
woke up, 'Tinka nuzzling him comfortingly.  The poor thing was so sad that
even a human could easily read his despair.

< He is very sad, that his human doesn't want him.  Why doesn't she want
him? >  'Tinka's voice was indignant and sad and frustrated all at once.

<< I don't know, beloved.  I don't know.  For now, let's care for him and
keep him away from the class...  I doubt that he needs to see the other
hatchlings with their riders.  I imagine it's hard enough for him to have
me caring for him instead of his human. >>  A sharp pain stabbed through
her lower back, but Katla ignored it, bending down to hug the sad little
dragon as he drifted back to sleep after his bath and feeding.  << Hold us,
'Tinka?  I'm so tired... >>

The dainty brown-and-gold dragon wrapped herself around her human and the
sad hatchling, whispering reassurances to him and to her drowsing human.


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[Derry, on the Green]

Heading for his beloved's office to ask if she would care to have lunch
with him -- assuming that she didn't have too damn much paperwork -- he
almost ran over the man.

"Watch what you're doing, man --" a slightly familiar voice rumbled
angrily, and Derric looked up, freezing the owner with an aristocratic
glare. "-- oh!  I beg your pardon, Lord Derric, I... didn't recognize you."

Derry stared at him for a moment, surprised.  It had been months since the
last time someone had called him by title.

"Durrall."  Out of habit, his face assumed the curious mien that he always
used when dealing with merchants, the one that hid any trace of his real
feelings.  His father had dealt with this man in the past, though Derry
himself, and Katla, generally worked with other merchants in Ralengarde. 
"What are you doing in Whiteriver?"

[Tag, Kris]

<...>

[Tarv'renon's apt.]

"But I don't want to go near that creature!" she finished vehemently,
looking at her hand with its golden wedding ring and refusing to meet his
stunned eyes that gazed at her over his shoulder.

Levka flashed a picture of the sorrowing Artoharke at him and he felt a
frustrated kind of rage emanate from his dragon.  Derry fought against the
responding aggravation.

"I... see," he said softly, ignoring Levka's anger at the woman and going
over what she had said.  "Your husband...  You're from the train that left
this morning, I take it?"

She caught a sob on a painful inhalation, nodding slowly.

"Oh.  Do you want to talk about it?"  Derry looked down at her, willing her
to turn around.  "I'm not WarrenBorn...  and I'll do what I can to help."

[Tag, Bridget]

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NRPG --
I know, it's short, but I'm feeling short on inspiration.  Bridget, I
wasn't sure where to take it from her outburst, so there ya go.

*hugs*

Respectfully Submitted,
Jill E. Flansburg
Katla and Derry
Whiteriver

                 X-FILES                         DRAGONLANDS

  Assistant Director                     Rhiannon, WarrenLady  *Xylian*
  Sterling Kincaid, Team Leader, ECHO    Elswyth and Aedra   *Keldarra*
  Damien Cunningham, UD DELTA            Katla and Satinka *Whiteriver*
  Xan X. Xavier, Trainer, Classroom A    Zera and Mazel       *Norwall*

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