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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2019 9:38 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2019 11:26 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2019 8:41 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2019 9:28 am
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You’ll catch a cold. Again. Mictecath fretted, blue eyes whirling with flecks of yellow.
I won’t. Nyara answered, shoving a hat over large volumes of unruly, curly dark hair. Look, people are out there going to build snowmen! If you think we’re not going out there to enjoy ourselves…
Of course we are- I just want you to wear a bit more… Look at Ulendoth’s rider! She has the right idea. Mic was already moving to position herself at a vantage point near the entrance of the barracks, just outside. She studied her siblings already at play, some of her prior anxiety melting away. Nyara followed her, grinning as she caught sight of the roly-poly-overdressed red-haired rider.
She’s definitely protected. Can’t fault her there. The weyrling wondered if Roana was able to breathe. At least she seemed able to walk without needing to be rolled around, so that was nice.
I am so proud of our family. Look at all of the love and curiosity that abounds! And, quite unable to control herself, she moved to join Haloth’s side, nuzzling the blue as she did. Let me help you! Don’t want you falling in and catching a cold. And so it was that Mictecath ducked her head and proceeded to push more snow into the growing pile. Whatever they were making, she was going to help!
Nyara’s grin slowly spread across her face, and she leaned down to pick up a handful of snow- slowly, carefully shaping it into a ball…
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