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Day 16, morning

Moira woke once again with the heavy hung over feeling left from 
the medicines that Th'rin and Vasra insisted she take.  She couldn't 
complain to much though, she was at least sleeping and not plagued 
by nightmares. Odd dreams, yes, but not dreams about his eyes. 

Moira quickly cleaned herself up and made her way to training, she 
was a bit late but Meredwyn simply asked that she practice some of 
the teleport and flight patterns after class to catch up. Moira found 
that the patterns  they were learning were incredibly easy, in 
comparasion to the complicated patterns she had learned to weave 
in the Guild. She stifled a weak smile as she imagined seeing all 
those dragons with threads tied to thier tails flying in patterns she 
directed, making a huge piece of cloth. 

*You certainly are in an odd frame of mind today.* Vasra teased as 
they banked around a rock outcrop and zipped into thier place in 
the formation. 

*Mother used to tell me that if you are stuck at laughing or crying 
better to laugh.* Moira answered, hanging on to the flight harness 
for dear life. Vasra could fly very fast! *Have you talked to Maxima 
this morning? How is Xanthia?*

*She walked some this morning but took a tumble, became angry. 
The human that Maxima says is like Xanthia's mother helped though. 
She knew what to do.* Vasra answered, then nodded and broke off 
for some teleporting practice at Meredwyn's direction. 

*Where is that?* Moira interjected as she picked up the image of a 
rock formation that they were to teleport out to and then return. 

*Here.* Vasra replied dryly as they suddenly arrived at the 
coordinate. Moira dropped her gaze down and looked around 
quickly. *Wait, don't teleport immediately.*

*Meredwyn..* 

*Please, tell her I need a moment.* Moira kept Vasra circling, 
staring intently at an odd stone outcrop. It was riddled with quartz 
and mica, giving it a striking and unusual coloration. *Why is it 
familiar?* Moira asked quietly, then finally shook her head and told 
Vasra to return to training. Meredwyn was some exasperated but 
Moira apologized profusely. 

Training finally wound down. Moira had gone to the dining hall and 
grabbed some sandwiches and fruit and retreated with Vasra to the 
heights of the Warren, not in the mood for company other company. 
Since Vasra's hatching it had been one crisis after another, Moira 
wanted to spend some time with her dragon. They sat and enjoyed 
the sun, Moira told Vasra about human things, about her life at the 
Guild, and Vasra talked of being a young dragon.  Moira felt 
oddly..healed. She had badly needed a day like today. 

They finally rousted themselves from the bluff they had parked on 
and flew the simple patrol and teleport patterns Meredwyn had asked 
them to practice around the Warren grounds.  Moira kept Vasra 
amused by painting the patterns with various colors and showing her 
what they would look like as a cloth. Moira wondered if such a thing 
would catch on, maybe she'd suggest it to someone. 

A pleasant surprise awaited her when they returned to thier 
quarters, some of the clothes Moira had ordered had already 
arrived. Moira cleaned up and carefully dressed in a gold and royal 
blue outfit she had helped designed and smiled. It had turned out 
just like she had hoped.  She quickly tied a scarf around her loose 
hair and flew with Vasra down to the hatching grounds and let the 
dragon feed, then went to the dining hall for an early bite of dinner 
herself. She was going to swipe a piece of cake or something an go 
visit Xanthia and see how she was doing with her crutches today, 
perhaps entice the healer to take a little walk with her tomorrow. 

She was walking towards the healer hall when the dragons roared, 
the grief and shock coming from Vasra setting Moira back on her 
own heels. "What?" She gasped, dropping the piece of pie she 
carried, forgotten, as the dragon roared again and she realized 
through Vasra the import of what happened.  Sinking to her knees, 
Moira covered her face and rocked back and forth on the green, 
shock and despair leaving her near senseless. 


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hmm..it's not much, sorry...but I knew I was overdue to write. The 
title of the story rather matches my life at the moment.....but 
hopefully it'll slow down again soon and I'll be able to do better...

Kat, was sorry to see you decide to stop writing with WR, but I 
understand it.  Hope things even out for you soon. 



Rhiannon

Writer of Moira and Vasra