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Bot: Text replace - "HRW Clutch 38" to "Clutch 129"

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Text replace - "HRW Clutch 38" to "Clutch 129"

Jolie at 15:40, 6 September 2015

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Vhaeryth at 15:35, 6 September 2015

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K'del at 07:11, 6 September 2015

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K'del at 07:09, 6 September 2015

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K'del at 05:08, 6 September 2015

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Roz at 05:04, 6 September 2015

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 A'rist has managed to maintain what is mostly a line of sight. As the weyr empties out, he pushes forward. It's an unblinking leer pinned on the de-robed goldrider. His teeth have set together again, and are showing, just a little, between his lips. He's fighting his way out of sopping clothes as he goes, but well. If he can't get them all done, surely she can rip them. In the skies, Lythronath digs in, and holds tight. She flew high. He can make sure they go far. And, you know, leave at least as many marks as his rider is sure to.
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	Dragon> The tinny scent of dried blood, asLythronath wakes, and the tail end of his dream (chasing! scraping! squishing!) carrying along the mental link as feeling more than images. Can they hear the thump of his tail and tick of his talons against his ledge? Certainly everyone can share in the << Roszadyth >> of his focus. And if anyone didn't know where that glowy feeling was coming from? Well, problem solved. (To all dragons from Lythronath)		Dragon> The tinny scent of dried blood, asLythronath wakes, and the tail end of his dream (chasing! scraping! squishing!) carrying along the mental link as feeling more than images. Can they hear the thump of his tail and tick of his talons against his ledge? Certainly everyone can share in the << Roszadyth >> of his focus. And if anyone didn't know where that glowy feeling was coming from? Well, problem solved. (To all dragons from Lythronath)
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−	Dragon> Vhaeryth doesn't object to the appellation, rather craning to look over his shoulder as though he could see himself the way she sees him; if his talons still shift now and again with something less than ease, there in the darkness, that has nothing to do with her. (Nor kind Niahvth, except by extension.) With Roszadyth so giddy, he can't help but toy with such an imaginary garland when he looks back, testing how it might fit over both pale headknobs at once... or perhaps twin itself so there's one ''each''. It's easy to play with such shared entertainment, a disraction from darker things, and if it does eventually drift towards sleep... in sleep, inescapably, are dreams. (To Roszadyth from Vhaeryth)

	Dragon> Vhaeryth was... sleeping. He stirs, one eyelid opening and then the one behind that and the one behind ''that'', and peers towards the ledge over there (for he's not the only Fortian bronze to stay the night) to regard tne young queen. Roszadyth, the most singularly luminous rooster he's ever seen. (To all dragons from Vhaeryth)		Dragon> Vhaeryth was... sleeping. He stirs, one eyelid opening and then the one behind that and the one behind ''that'', and peers towards the ledge over there (for he's not the only Fortian bronze to stay the night) to regard tne young queen. Roszadyth, the most singularly luminous rooster he's ever seen. (To all dragons from Vhaeryth)

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 A'rist has managed to maintain what is mostly a line of sight. As the weyr empties out, he pushes forward. It's an unblinking leer pinned on the de-robed goldrider. His teeth have set together again, and are showing, just a little, between his lips. He's fighting his way out of sopping clothes as he goes, but well. If he can't get them all done, surely she can rip them. In the skies, Lythronath digs in, and holds tight. She flew high. He can make sure they go far. And, you know, leave at least as many marks as his rider is sure to.
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 A'rist has managed to maintain what is mostly a line of sight. As the weyr empties out, he pushes forward. It's an unblinking leer pinned on the de-robed goldrider. His teeth have set together again, and are showing, just a little, between his lips. He's fighting his way out of sopping clothes as he goes, but well. If he can't get them all done, surely she can rip them. In the skies, Lythronath digs in, and holds tight. She flew high. He can make sure they go far. And, you know, leave at least as many marks as his rider is sure to.
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