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Post by phlysolo on Dec 5, 2008 0:47:13 GMT -5
The sun was shining, flitters were chittering (well, all except Midna), dragons were bugling and splashing in the water of the Lake. Lenia was amongst these happy, frollicing men and women, most of whom had just gotten off their shift or sweep duty. Faranth, even the old Watchrider and his ancient bronze were enjoying the glorious pre-dusk sunlight shining magnificently over Ista Weyr. It had been a fine day, brutally hot yes, but not at all as humid as it normally was, a strong sea breeze sweeping it away and cooling the entire Weyr.
Was Lenia out here, enjoying the few hours before sunset? Relaxing in the breeze? Working on her tan? Absolutely not. Well, not in the conventional sense. You see....she'd just seen a face. Not just any face and if it had been any other day, she might have looked the other way. As it was, Lenia would dream of her tonight. It wasn't as though the wonderful face had just sprung into Lenia's mind, no, no. The conversation the day before she and Nebrona had had was both thrilling and...invigorating. It had been, frankly, amazing. Sure, they'd agreed on "friends with the possibility of benefits," but that wasn't going to stop Lenia from falling...
With a sigh, she laid back on the sands of the lake, gazing up into the sparkling yellow-red sky with a small smile on her face, a certain brown-eyed blond transfixed in her mind.
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