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Post by nike on Dec 5, 2005 19:29:29 GMT -5
Nike shruged. "Well that was the way they wanted it, but it really doesn't matter."
The Healer nodded at the others.
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Post by meggums on Dec 5, 2005 23:25:12 GMT -5
Breckin finally understood what Nike meant by “My days of a Candidate.” Her eyes gave it away, they seemed to have a certain gleam missing from them, and they were sad and distant. She must have impressed and lost her dragon, Breckin thought. He had known a bluerider back at his old Weyr who had gone through the same horrible ordeal of losing his dragon. Thank goodness he hadn't asked if she /had/ impressed.
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Post by nike on Dec 7, 2005 11:31:38 GMT -5
Nike smiled slightly at the Candidates. "If you do get a dragon, it's won't matter what gender it is. All you will feel is love,
and a never ending friendship. Just don't let go of your dragon." The Healer sighed. "We'll I gotta go. See you all later. And good luck with the Hatching!" The Healer walked out. It was getting harder and harder each day to bare the thought that
Tirith was gone.
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Post by Dragon on Dec 7, 2005 13:37:19 GMT -5
Kadan sighed as Nike walked out. It must be really hard for her, he thought to himself. He wished she would cheer up but he knew that would take awhile. He slumped back in his chair, now he felt sad. He lost himself in his thoughts.
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