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K'del at 20:50, 9 November 2015

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K'del at 20:50, 9 November 2015

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Roz: I'll get it right one of these days.

2015-10-09T22:45:17Z

I'll get it right one of these days.

Roz at 22:43, 9 October 2015

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Roz at 22:42, 9 October 2015

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Roz at 22:41, 9 October 2015

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Roz at 22:41, 9 October 2015

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Roz at 22:40, 9 October 2015

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|log=The sound that heralds the High Reachian queen is soft, much like the sound of a musicbox; slowly paced and haunting. Her accompanying light is shifting spots of brilliant sun, and the whisper-fine noise of gliding fabric. << Vhaeryth, >> amused, intrigued.

''Splendid.'' << Look at ''you'', >> Vhaeryth returns; an errant glass-reflection teases at a corner of that fabric, would move it if only light could. It's after moments' consideration that he gets around to, << What's the occasion? >>

She ''did'', and here they are, with light even if there's ''less''. << They are not clear, >> Vhaeryth shares, her issue most certainly his as well. << 'Places,' they say. 'Process,' they say, >> an obscure overlay of dragons or humans or perhaps the other way around. << If they should be believed, we might only walk, not fly, not ''between''. >> Which is anathema.

Roszadyth is happy -- that's a given -- and her continued intrusion colored by amusement, as much as her light shifts and music is replaced by her gentle, cultured tones. <> ''Him''. << How have you been, Vhaeryth? >>

<< Did you, now. >> For her, Vhaeryth sends a light-and-shadows silhouette of flying and flying and ''restlessness'', behind the words as though behind glass but ''there''. << 'There are no shortcuts to a place worth going.' Do you believe that, Roszadyth? >>

Gilded, sugared words: <> Softly filtered light and floral bouquets, all wrapped up with Roszadyth's lilting, cultured tones; gentle, ''demure'', guileless. <> she returns, her sun a little ''less'' from her confusion. << Shortcuts? To go ''where''? >>

The bubble of laughter, gay and bright, from Roszadyth is only after considerable silence; contemplative, weighty silence. << What a horrid way to go about things. ''Walk'', not ''fly''? >> Aghast! << Would ''you'' walk all the way here, Vhaeryth? >> ''Here'', where there's snow-capped mountains, dark , finger-like spires, and two Igen-blood queens.

Vhaeryth, pleased. Vhaeryth, ''distracted'' from all those weighty shadows behind the silence. She agrees! << Terrible, >> ''he'' agrees. <> he further assures this particular queen. << Nor would I swim to Ista. >> (Nor could he entirely, what with that ground before the water, but... details.) That is what wings are for! << How far would you walk, Roszadyth? >> From one side of her weyr, or Weyr, to the other?

<< No. >> What a terrible injustice! Walking, not flying, or swimming, to wings! <> Roszadyth's mind is aflutter with ''skies'', and long, rocky trails, and brunette curls and a certain ''laugh''; no, she would not like it, not at all. << What silliness. >>

Now Vhaeryth must imagine brunette curls waving all on their own, in those skies, bodiless; << She does not walk far from you, does she? I shall hope that she does not. And ''certainly'' not travel to the ledges that are too small, >> for them to get to even when they're being clever about it. << There is such a one at Fort, >> the bronze relates starkly, accompanied only by the shadow-rattle of dice and riffle of cards.

Dice and cards? Roszadyth counters with the brilliance of the Istan jungle and the crystalline waters lapping the shores; a ''particular'' ship in the foliage. << We both know how waywardly she wanders. >> ''Don't they''?

Now that she mentions it... recognition leaps; << ''She'' is yours? >> That particular ship; that particular laugh.

Surprise? Roszadyth is a lady, and ladies don't ''revel'' in the disbelief of others. <>

Not even a ''little'' revelling? Not even a tiny bit? Not even when a certain bronze is taken aback... no doubt he'd like to think it's a tiny bit? << ''Roszadyth''. >>

Roszadyth needs a lace fan and a lemonade, about now. << ''Vhaeryth'', >> is the queen's humor-filled response. << Should I have introduced myself as such? We ''did not know'', until after the flight. >>

Vhaeryth is not so equipped. Perhaps his rider... no, N'rov neither. << He enjoyed it, >> the bronze says briefly. <> Since ''her'' rider knows, it seems. Unless...

<< That would be ''kind''. >> Is he kind? Roszadyth's sunshine-y warmth recedes and returns, in an amused cycle that complements her sleepily-fading voice. <> ''Soon'', but not now. There's naps to be had.

''Is'' he kind? << It might be fair. >> Is he ''fair''? But she's sleepy, and somehow, naps now sound appealing. << We shall see, >> is Vhaeryth's clear agreement; the words could stall, but his tone does not: they shall see, see each other. And now ''he's'' amused, too. << Rest well, Roszadyth. >>

The gold's light wavers away, but with his name as a last utterance, in amused, music-esque notes. << Vhaeryth. >>
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 << Did you, now. >> For her, Vhaeryth sends a light-and-shadows silhouette of flying and flying and ''restlessness'', behind the words as though behind glass but ''there''. << 'There are no shortcuts to a place worth going.' Do you believe that, Roszadyth? >>
 She ''did'', and here they are, with light even if there's ''less''. << They are not clear, >> Vhaeryth shares, her issue most certainly his as well. << 'Places,' they say. 'Process,' they say, >> an obscure overlay of dragons or humans or perhaps the other way around. << If they should be believed, we might only walk, not fly, not ''between''. >> Which is anathema.
 The bubble of laughter, gay and bright, from Roszadyth is only after considerable silence; contemplative, weighty silence. << What a horrid way to go about things. ''Walk'', not ''fly''? >> Aghast! << Would ''you'' walk all the way here, Vhaeryth? >> ''Here'', where there's snow-capped mountains, dark , finger-like spires, and two Igen-blood queens.

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	''Splendid.'' << Look at ''you'', >> Vhaeryth returns; an errant glass-reflection teases at a corner of that fabric, would move it if only light could. It's after moments' consideration that he gets around to, << What's the occasion? >>		''Splendid.'' << Look at ''you'', >> Vhaeryth returns; an errant glass-reflection teases at a corner of that fabric, would move it if only light could. It's after moments' consideration that he gets around to, << What's the occasion? >>
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		+	Roszadyth is happy -- that's a given -- and her continued intrusion colored by amusement, as much as her light shifts and music is replaced by her gentle, cultured tones. << I thought to find out how you are. >> ''Him''. << How have you been, Vhaeryth? >>
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		+	<< Did you, now. >> For her, Vhaeryth sends a light-and-shadows silhouette of flying and flying and ''restlessness'', behind the words as though behind glass but ''there''. << 'There are no shortcuts to a place worth going.' Do you believe that, Roszadyth? >>

	She ''did'', and here they are, with light even if there's ''less''. << They are not clear, >> Vhaeryth shares, her issue most certainly his as well. << 'Places,' they say. 'Process,' they say, >> an obscure overlay of dragons or humans or perhaps the other way around. << If they should be believed, we might only walk, not fly, not ''between''. >> Which is anathema.		She ''did'', and here they are, with light even if there's ''less''. << They are not clear, >> Vhaeryth shares, her issue most certainly his as well. << 'Places,' they say. 'Process,' they say, >> an obscure overlay of dragons or humans or perhaps the other way around. << If they should be believed, we might only walk, not fly, not ''between''. >> Which is anathema.

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