*Dining Hall*
**Chelea**

Chelea looked around for a place to sit, her lunch resting lightly in 
her hands.  The food smelled divine as usual and she was hungry.

She spotted an empty place across from a petite blond woman, and made 
her way over, sitting down.

She couldn't miss the look *little curly blond woman* gave her, and 
quietly preened into her plate.  It was nice to know she was still 
attractive to somebody.  Especially since the only interest anybody had 
shown in her was Ilara, who had been drunk at the time.

She politely ignored the looks the woman gave her, most people were more 
comfortable if she pretended she didn't notice.

Chelea was engrossed in a delightful pastery when a warm hand touched 
her wrist.  

It seemed *little curly blond woman* had finally gotten around to saying 
hello.  She smiled in greeting.

<Neryssa,> Nebavri informed her showing her a picture of the woman.  
<Oliathon,> she added with a picture of a black dragon.  <Neryssa and 
Oliathon,> she finished with both of them together.

Chelea wished she could do more then smile, especially at the blush at 
on the woman's face, but it was the way life was and she had accepted it 
a long time ago.
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**Nebavri**

Neb regarded the large black dragon next to her in a half wary, half 
bemused state of mind.  She had to admit that he was in fine form not to 
mention a very nice, stately black.  Idolently she stretched, flaring 
her delicate wings, before settling back down.

<Why doesn't your rider say hello?> Oliathon asked, more curious than 
accusing.

<She can't.  My rider can't speak or hear,> Nebavri said, sighing at the 
unfairness of it all.

<That's awful..> Oliathon said consolingly.  With unspoken mutual 
consent, they both got up and possitioned themselves for a comfortable 
cuddle, his larger form nearly enveloping her still growing one.. though 
that wouldn't last for long.

<Yes.. I could help her I think if I only knew where to start.. I want 
her to be able to talk to other humans.. but I'm not human..>

Oliathon snuffled closer to her as she heaved a sigh of frustration.
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**Rivirn**

Rivirn rested his mildly aching head on his knees from his seat against 
the wall.  The soup he had managed to choke down at Nineve's insistance, 
sat uncomfortably in his gut, which was tight and unsettled with worry.

Icetek was sleeping uneasily, though at least he had eaten a little, not 
enough to satisfy the healer though.  He wondered if it was his fault 
for the millionth time since Nineve had told them that dragon's can 
become sick if their rider's were.  But he wasn't sick, so it couldn't 
be him.

A gentle hand gently touched his head, long fingers weaving through his 
hair... just like mother had done on the really bad nights...

"Mom?" he whispered, clinging to that faint hope despite his better 
sense.

He looked up into Nineve's sympathetic face and blinked back unwanted 
tears.  This woman was not his beautiful mother, no one was.  She sat 
down and took him in a hug.  Unable to stop himself he started to cry... 
the first time he had besides into his pillow since her death.

When he finally stopped he didn't feel noticably better, especially not 
physically.  Rivirn detested having a sticky wet face and red eyes.

Nineve was sitting down beside him, looking at him as if she were trying 
to see what was wrong.

"She died didn't she, your mother," she said, not really asking, more 
like assuring her suspicion.

He nodded.

"When?"

"Just before I got here...  I saw them.." he bit his lip, fighting back 
the tears and the fury that came with the memory.

"Saw them what?"

"Kill her.. ran her through, there were too many.."  He trailed off and 
stared at his sleeping dragon.

"I see," Nineve said simply.  He idilly wondered what insight she had 
gained.
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NRPG:Its pathetic I know, but writer's block is still nagging me in all 
my units.. just so you know its not Xylian specific :)  As for my 
title.. I just had to use Lugubrious.. ;)

Anyway, I think those are tags for Sam and Jill :)

Submitted by,
Bridget Olson
Chelea and Nebavri
Rivirn and Icetek

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