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| gamedate = 2014.11.16 | | gamedate = 2014.11.16 | ||
| + | | icdate = Day 14, month 4, turn 36 of Interval 10. | ||
| quote = "I think he wants me to help the boy, but I do not know how." | | quote = "I think he wants me to help the boy, but I do not know how." | ||
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| log = It's a chilly morning at Fort Weyr, but that has yet to stop Qhyluth in his explorations. Ulyana tracks behind him mutely, bundled up as she is against the coolness in the air. What they're doing and why is perhaps a matter best not broached; and, in the end, it just finds the blue beast approaching the shoreline of the lake with the weyrling rider in tow. He picks at the sand and whuffs at it, taking his time to get acquainted with the wet, shifting stuff beneath his paws. As for the girl, she keeps her distance, remaining at the place where soil turns to sand and not moving any closer. Her expression is unreadable, a veritable mask, in contrast with the creature's obvious curiosity about the world. | | log = It's a chilly morning at Fort Weyr, but that has yet to stop Qhyluth in his explorations. Ulyana tracks behind him mutely, bundled up as she is against the coolness in the air. What they're doing and why is perhaps a matter best not broached; and, in the end, it just finds the blue beast approaching the shoreline of the lake with the weyrling rider in tow. He picks at the sand and whuffs at it, taking his time to get acquainted with the wet, shifting stuff beneath his paws. As for the girl, she keeps her distance, remaining at the place where soil turns to sand and not moving any closer. Her expression is unreadable, a veritable mask, in contrast with the creature's obvious curiosity about the world. | ||
