Reky
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Post by Reky on Feb 10, 2013 13:32:39 GMT -5
The night had been calm and quiet, the wind having spent every last drop of its blowing on the day that preceded. The blustery autumn day had shifted into an eerie silence later on into the evening, and most of the Weyr was watching the horizon apprehensively as day turned to evening. Under the blazing orange of a still sunset, Thread fell, and after the battle was over and won, a heavy sleep set into each stone weyr. The smell of smoke still lingered in the morning since nothing had been left in the sky to snatch it away.
E'rin had fallen asleep without bathing - a choice he knew he would regret, but he was too tired to do otherwise. Jarith - the vain beast that she was - washed off the soot in the cool lakewater before retiring. It was while they both slept that a glimmer of the signature Rising glow began to form. Neither of them saw. It could have very well been developing slowly over the past few days, masked by Jarith's constant radiant sparkle. In fact, she had been no different than usual. A little more independent, perhaps, and she had pulled a very bold move during Threadfall without her boy's permission, but she was the same Jarith. No terrible wher had infected her personality. E'rin, as a result, had no clue of what the morning would hold.
He had never expected her to Rise. His weyrlingmaster warned him, of course, that it could happen - that white Teth had risen and a few whites since had Flown in other parts of Pern - but he doubted that Jarith had the capacity. Where he had slowly matured, Jarith was exactly the same arrogant, excitable, juvenile dragon she had been when she hatched, only bigger. She was the constant in his life. If she hadn't Risen yet - after nearly six Turns of being His - why should she ever? Truthfully, he didn't want her to. He didn't care for it. It wouldn't be much of a contest, anyway. He and she both knew Irith would win, hands down.
E'rin was heavily in the deepest realms of sleep when Jarith awoke. She lifted her gleaming head, her blinking eyes whorls of orange, purple, red, and the gray-lavender remnant of sleep. Below, the weyrbowl was coated with a fine layer of mist. Autumn was growing steadily colder and her flank shivered against the nip that welled into their weyr. She stood, wondering about how she felt and whether or not she should demand E'rin get up - and then settled on simply heading for the weyrledge. She looked out at Dalibor, illuminated softly by the pink-orange of a nascent sunrise. No doubt the mist would burn off as soon as Rukbat peeked over the tips of the mountain.
She snorted and threw her head. No use just standing around. So, with bold purpose, she jumped from the rocky ledge and pounced down to the ground below.
E'rin snapped awake with a start from the uncomfortable sensation of wherry blood sliding thick down his throat. Jarith! he gasped furiously. Panicked, his hands flew up to root in his sooty hair.
Sleepy, she called him. Briefly, she considered eating the wherry whole, but the idea made her grimace. She was feeling exceedingly picky with no real understanding as to why. So instead, she snagged another drowsy wherry with her teeth, disturbing the mist in roiling swirls.
What are you doing? E'rin demanded, sitting rigidly upright in his bedclothes.
I've got a lot of energy, she told him. Thought I'd eat some stupid stupid wherries and go for a good flight.
A good-- wait, no! You can't do that! His heart picked up in his ribs. It settled anxiously up near his collarbone, or at least it felt like it. What was he supposed to do?
Oh, hush, E'rinLove. Go back to sleep or-- But she paused. Finally, she was getting a sense of why she was down on the ground at the crack of dawn sucking wherries dry. It was not very specific yet, but it was powerful. Overwhelmingly, she wanted to be loved and adored. It was very urgent. She had so much energy to burn and it was driving her crazy! Would someone come calm her down? That's what she wanted. Someone to bring her down. Too bad, E'rin! I've got to go anyway! Okay, yes, bye, I have to go and stretch my wings really badly. I really really need to go, so, uh, go back to sleep or something.
And with a sudden resolution, she sprang from the ground and into the air. The mist kissed her delicate body as she went and then faded away. Jarith rushed furiously upwards, further and further. Rukbat met her partway through, lighting her up like a glittering lantern. She had so much energy inside her chest, and she couldn't help it. A crystal clear bugle bubbled up from her mouth. A challenge! Was that what it was? Oh, well, it was done now.
I'm going for a good flight, she told everyone, and then hung in the air. Had she just told everyone? Oh, but did she mean to do that? She was confused! Anxiously, she privately amended her call. Irith!
E'rin was struck with the sensation of flying - of being in Jarith's body, or... being Jarith entirely? He let out a pitiful whimper, his voice cracking. While Jarith was clearly baffled by her sudden emotions, the parts that trickled down to E'rin were decipherable. She was definitely Rising, and so was he. This has to be one in a million, he thought frantically. Has to be. Whites don't Rise. Jarith doesn't Rise! Oh, Fly me to the Red Star... This has to be one in a million. [/blockquote] |
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Post by princesal on Feb 10, 2013 19:01:51 GMT -5
Unlike some who had gotten a chance to fall asleep after the daily battle with thread was over, there were others that were awake far later then their tired bodies would have wanted to remain.
One such person, was T'ris.
While both of them had flown well, and fought with the precision there needed to be while battling thread, Schrodith was a stickler for things after the battle was done. Never had either of them, no matter how late the evening, been able to go to sleep dirty. It was bad, and T'ris, who preferred lighter colors, which includes his bed linens, and the furs that had been brought out to stave off the upcoming autumn chill, tended to agree, since he didn't want his soot covered hands to leave prints all over the nice crisp linen. Schrodith thought that being dirty when it was fixable, was bad. That had been a discussion the two of them had had for a week, before Schrodith was able to classify good and bad better. Because sometimes it was good to be dirty, when you worked your body, or when you were fixing, or cooking, something. They had agreed that it was only bad to be dirty when you chose to not clean yourself, and you had the opportunity.
So before falling asleep in his lovely bed, not only had he been made to clean, but Schrodith had beckoned for help getting some tricky spots that were clean, but he thought needed a definite once over. Finally they were both done, and it was late, and they were both asleep within seven minutes of settling down (Phillie Pillie the Pillie chose to sleep between Schrodith's wings, and Jelly had scrambled and clawed her way to sleep curled under her humans legs, and tangle his bed linens all around the both of them. It wouldn't be till morning, and a clear cut call, that one would wake.
It was the wee hours of the morning, and all it took was that crystalline clear call of flight, for Schrodith's eyes to snap open suddenly, whirling with want that he had denied himself, for protection of his rider. Is it time mine, shall we cross this line? Schrodith spoke to himself whimsically, as he high stepped over to the entrance to see who flew. Who had the most beautiful call he had ever heard a dragon make? His eyes were quick and darted through the sky, looking for her, looking for the one who had captured his lust, if not his heart.
There!
She flew like a glittering gemstone, he felt jealous of the sun's rays as they touched her hide and sent what he saw as a dizzying array of colors through the whole land. How much he wanted her, how much he desired her. No! This is bad, it's not time for the lad... But she is so good, perhaps we should. He felt torn, and his talons gripped the edge as the want burned deep inside. Already he was tracing a pattern through the sky, watching as she moved, trying to follow her pattern, trying to synch up to her rhythm, he would chase today. Schrodith would chase, and he hoped his' would be able to understand.
Spreading his wings, Schrodith was a bundle of tight muscles, like a feline ready to pounce. Of course, at that exact moment, Phillie Pillie the Pillie woke up, and with noises, Schrodith faltered, and nearly tripped of the ledge. Scrambling for a hold, Phillie sent peace and love, not even realizing that he teetered on the edge of certain death.
That surprise jolted T'ris out of sleep, and with a noise of surprise, he tried to jump up and out of bed, only for the linens having tangled around Jelly and his legs, and they both went crashing to the ground. Jelly screamed her protest at the rough treatment, and at the fact that her human had no coverings on, and scrambled away, scratching T'ris ankle up a little bit in the process, enough to draw blood, but not enough for it to be serious. Whimpering at the sensation of falling, actual falling, being scratched, and the lust that simmered in his belly.
Schro-
I must chase mine, for Jarith I pine! Look at how she shine, we shall entwine! It will be divine.
That was a lot of information to absorb in just waking up. T'ris' dull blue eyes were muddy with sleep and confusion, and his hair was mussed up from sleep, there was even a good amount of stubble on his face, and a tiny bit of drool in the corner of his lips. Was it time? It was bound to happen, and the fact that it hadn't before, had made T'ris feel singled out, a bit stuck in a light he didn't want to be. People seemed to accept black dragons as being somewhat interesting in nature, but T'ris was sure that people thought it strange that Schrodith hadn't chased as of yet. With a quick shake, Phillie Pillie the Pillie went flying off. T'ris' eyes widened as if he felt like his own body had moved, that the weight of the brown pillie was off his own back. He felt so connected to Schrodith right not, felt all the want, and could only nod in agreement.
Yes.
He didn't expect to win, but Schrodith wanted to so badly, that even as connected as they felt, T'ris didn't let that thought live past it's creation. Instead he felt his muscles stretch and shift as Schrodith readied himself to jump off. They spread their wings to maximum, and then... then he felt the wind on his hide as Schrodith leaped into the air, gathering the wind around him, it took two strong beats of their wings to have them aloft, and heading towards Jarith, the glittering white.
As T'ris stood, and reached towards his clothing, their hands were shaking, their pulse was quick, and as the fabric was pulled up their legs, they knew where to go. There wasn't even time to fix his hair, or shave, or put on shoes or a shirt. They did grab one, but instead bare feet slapped against a rock floor as they ran out of the weyr, and into the tunnels, heading towards where the rider of Jarith waited. How they were able to steer their human body down the hallways without banging into anyone or anything, when they only had eyes for Jarith, was a new experience.
Schrodith's wings were quick, as he raced to Jarith, he still was doing his best to mentally absorb her movements, but soon the sky would be filled with other players, and he would have to account for them too. He had no idea if he should call out to her, or just try to fly and catch her silently. He wanted to mentally call out to her, to tell her how beautiful she was, to liken her to jewels, to happiness, to life, to all things good, but T'ris shyness prevented him from it.
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Post by Gray on Feb 11, 2013 6:20:57 GMT -5
The water rippled as a few bubbles broke the surface, the steam from the bath swirling and filling the room. Baths at night were the best. So few were actually awake to enjoy them. That's why A'toki kept such an odd schedule. It wasn't odd for him to wake up randomly in the night for a bath.
Not that he didn't like others, he adored them. But there was something about a private bath that was just luxurious. Breaking the surface of the water, he came up for a breath, suds and water streaming from his thick black curls. Leaning against the edge of the bath, A'toki breathed in the thick steam. He could feel a faint stirring, the movement of muscles that weren't his, and the thick fog of the just waking prickling at the edge of his mind. Iasineth was awake, but why?
Slowly the blue stretched his neck, then one wing, then the other. As if making sure they were awake enough to carry him. It was time. But time for what? It dawned on him quickly as her clear bugle met the morning air. It was time for flying. Rumbling low in his throat, the sky-hued blue stood and padded to the edge of his weyr. It was dark and cool, and the air smelled of dying leaves and promises of a good winter. She was there, high morning ghost, glistening like dew just kissed by Rukbat.
I think it is time I payed Jarith a visit. Don't you think? She did call, after all.[/i]
It surely was time, A'toki mused as she stepped from the bath and grabbed a towel.
Go on, go on! Don't make her weight! Even mentally, A'toki's voice carried a jovial warmth. He had seen Iasineth chase several times, and he had never held him back. Roughly drying his hair, he relished in the feeling of cool air as Iasineth readied himself to take wing.
Talons curled over the lip of his weyr, and his muscles tensed. The autumn air blustered around him, urging him to fly but he didn't. He angled himself downward before pushing off, his wings snapping open as he started to fall. He wasn't in any danger, though, for Iasineth quickly caught the air in his wings and came up from that dive. One beat. Two beats. Three. Then he was steady and soaring after her, Rukbat's rays playing hove his own streaked blue hide as he let out one clear, strong note to let her know he was after her.
Discarding his towel, A'toki pulled on his pants and set down the hall. If all went well, he could pick up the rest of his clothes later. The question was, who rode Jarith? As he walked, he wracked his mind until it clicked. Ah yes. There weren't many White riders, so it was fairly easy to figure out E'rin was her rider.
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Post by Cathaline on Feb 13, 2013 4:00:32 GMT -5
There had never been anyone as beautiful as the sparkling white who took to the skies, and Weslieth's head snapped up from where he was sunning himself. Her hide glittered like diamonds under Rukbat's light, and instantly he knew he must be hers. Flapping his wings, he lifted his bulk from the ground and took off after her; she was brilliant and energetic, so small and quick, and she had outpaced him. In this instance, he barely even needed to communicate with Jazz; E'rin was still very young, and the yellowrider had precious little interest in sharing his bed, even as lust stirred in her belly. Easy enough for her to trot off to find a more experienced lover, in case she needed one (or hey, maybe just for fun).
Jarith, you are shining like the sun on the waves![/i] Weslieth called, enraptured in a way he'd never been before. Most females glowed, they didn't glitter; she was like no other, unique, and his heart swelled with love for her. Now if only he could catch up, and then keep up...
Saia, meanwhile, didn't know E'rin very well at all, but when Poissoth (in her roundabout way) noted that Jarith was flying, Saia immediately got a leg up. It had become her habit, in the months since graduation, to present herself as an option for those who might be blindsided and without one, unhappy about tangling themselves with a stranger just because dragonlust deemed it so. Well, she was a stranger too, to be fair, but E'rin could at least have one more choice available to him in a time of great hormonal upheaval. Stepping lightly off onto the ledge, she trotted into the weyr and gave him a shining smile.
"Hi, E'rin. Remember me? We talked once over dinner," she chatted. He didn't look much like he was up for a conversation, but that was okay. Many weren't. Poissoth noted that Schrodith was chasing, which just made Saia even more firm in her decision to be here. Poor, shy, silly T'ris, she knew him well from weyrlinghood. If he didn't hide under his bedcovers and Schrodith won, he'd probably be just as happy to be rescued from such a coupling.
That was Saia. Hero of Pern. No, she hadn't saved anybody from plague, but she did the best she could with the...assets...she had available.
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Post by RavenSong on Feb 17, 2013 3:19:35 GMT -5
Pre-dawn at Dalibor usually found K'var deeply asleep, and like usual, he was just that despite Argotath's wakefulness. The Blue couldn't sleep any longer, so he watched the Bowl from the ledge of his weyr. It was chilly, but soon the sun would be up and he'd be nice and warm. Besides, he could block the chill from reaching K'var by lounging on the ledge. He watched Jarith descend to feed, watching her curiously. He didn't know that White, not beyond her name, and decided he needed to meet her sometime.
Her feeding on wherries must be due to her size, he thought to himself. Why else would anyone eat those? He was distracted by something off in the distance.
I'm going for a good flight suddenly resonated in the Blue's mind, shortly after her challenging bugle. He looked back to her, wondering why she decided to announce that, just as Rukbat lit her up like a lantern.
Oh. Ohhhh. He knew why. Interesting. He'd never chased a White before. Ignoring his rider, who would probably protest his need to Chase everything that Flew now that his hatchling was around, Argotath got up and quickly took to the air. He dropped before he got enough force under his wings to ascend, already aware of competition in the sky. Another blue, a black, a yellow? Hmph. None compared to Argotath the Great!
Jarith! You shimmer and shine like the biggest jewel in all of Pern! You're beautiful, lovely, and glittering! Shine on, and I, Argotath, shall follow! He crooned to her as he chased.
The lust coiling in K'var's belly from Argotath's emotions woke the redheaded rider. With a curse, he rushed to the weyr ledge to see just -who- Argotath was chasing. Seeing the diamond in the sky, K'var swore again and pulled some clothes on. That was Jarith, it had to be, that was the only sparkly dragon in the Weyr. K'var thought to himself as he dressed, remembering who had the honor of riding the only female white in the Weyr. That was right, it was E'rin. He had no idea who that was, but just by the name K'var knew he was going nowhere near the man's weyr. Even under Flightlust, K'var did not like the idea of coupling with the man. It had happened several times in his life and it was always awkward. Rubbing his face, K'var resolved to try and get one of the weyr's women into his bed.
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Post by Lan on Feb 19, 2013 23:50:37 GMT -5
If A'lan had his suspicions about Jarith rising, he hadn't told E'rin. Suspicions were all they were, and whenever it crossed his mind between his discussions with Irith something had come to distract him. The adorable Valeath and the lady Irohvyne had prized his attentions the first time. The last time had been during Fall. Irith had said something odd that had caught A'lan's attention, but next he knew they were being called in from the Queen's Wing to help tend the incoming wounded. Most of his evening was spent elbows-deep in redwort tending to various threadscores. It was late in the night when he was finally kicked out, by his favorite apprentice Delilah nonetheless, and forced to lie down to get some shut-eye in an adjacent room with an empty cot. The whiterider had been very unruly about the whole thing, but he also knew when he was beaten. He collapsed onto the cot and by the time he woke up he couldn't even remember his head hitting the pillow.
The morning had dawned slowly for him, creeping up as voices overlapping in his normally nonsensical dreams. There were the hushed whisperings of the healers that had taken the morning shift, their voices familiar in the distance. Mingled in, however, were other voices. Irith's was one, although A'lan couldn't really comprehend what the white dragon was saying in his current drowsy state. Only the tail end finally was translated to what made sense in his mind as sentences rather than vague images and thoughts. ...and so I'm going to go fly with MyVeryBestFriendJarith because she called me, okay? Of course it's okay! You're still asleep and Jarith is MyVeryBestFriend and so it is always okay! And at that A'lan became more than vaguely aware that Irith was leaving the entrance to the Infirmary where he had spent the night near his rider and was flying off into the sunrise with Jarith.
Wait, no... not just flying... Chasing. A'lan jerked into an upright sitting position, his blue eyes still red from sleep. He blinked away what fuzziness he could (there was always some blurriness that remained) and breathed heavily as his heart pounded in his chest.
I'm here, LoveJarithBestFriendLove! I'm sorry it took me so long, MyA'lanMine was being so sleepy and I didn't want to go before he knew where I was going. But I am here now! Oh, you are so sparkly and shining and beautiful, BestFriendJarithMineLove! I am so happy to be flying with you! Irith rattled on in his usual manner, not exactly sure of what was happening yet. All he knew was that he had to be with his Jarith, because they were best friends. They had to go everywhere together! Well, that didn't always happen, but it would today! This morning they could go anywhere they wanted. They could traverse the whole of Pern, if they so desired.
Only when he had finally joined her did he finally notice that her call had drawn other dragons as well. It didn't bother him at first. The more friends to travel with them, the better! Jarith was so beautiful, he was glad that other dragons could acknowledge exactly how lovely and sparkly she was. She was absolutely shining! Hello, Weslieth! Are you coming to play, too? Irith asked the yellow, a familiar dragon to him. However, even after he asked it, he began to feel unsure. He wanted to be friendly with all the dragons around him, and yet suddenly he didn't really want to share Jarith. Jarith was his best friend! Why were all these dragons acting like they were all her best friend, too? Irith didn't like it. However, he wasn't going to be the one to ruin Jarith's party. So, on agile wings, the rainbow white did his best to catch up to his sparkling best friend and ignore the jealousy that was settling in his stomach like old firestone.
Back on the ground, A'lan was more than aware of what was happening. Usually he was a calm, collected, and respectable man who didn't freak out over such silly things as Flightsex. This, however, was something different entirely. E'rin was his little brother. He had practically helped raise the lad. When E'rin's adoptive parents were taken by the plague, A'lan had done his best to be there for him as a new family. There was no way he could go to E'rin's personal weyr, even if it had been within walking distance. He just couldn't do that do his adopted little brother. Quickly his mind went over his other options, but no sense could be made. At least, no sense could be made until he heard the sound of Delilah's voice in the other room.
As his favorite apprentice, the pinkrider was almost as bad of an option for him as E'rin. It felt wrong to ask her to help him through such a time, as if he would be taking advantage of her in some perverse way. She was the one he trusted, though. She was the only one he could think of in this moment that could help him. Biting his lip, he did his best to remain composed as he entered the main room from the side room where his cot had been located. He caught sight of her outline quickly, at first blurry but then coming into focus as he drew closer. Although A'lan did not have perfect vision, he had learned to recognize people from the way they moved instead of facial expressions that could be blurred out from the distance.
Trying his best to be discreet, he touched his hand to her elbow and leaned in a bit to talk softly into her ear. "Delilah..." Although his actions were controlled, his voice wasn't. He was almost breathless. "Delilah, Irith and Jarith are... flying." The healer frowned as he spoke the words, his usual conversational self finding it hard to elaborate more than he already had. His expression was somber, his eyes sad and guilty. He shouldn't have had to ask her this. He should have had a replacement ready for such an occasion. This was all his fault. There was no question in his mind that Jarith would pick Irith, and when she did... oh, Faranth have mercy. |
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Reky
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Post by Reky on Feb 24, 2013 12:57:38 GMT -5
The Pernese did not believe in destiny. There was no imaginary figure in their skies to guide their lives; the only forces were the terror of Thread and the power of dragons. There were no miracles, blessings, or damnations. Such things had been left behind on Earth long ago, and had faded as quickly as the hulls of the shuttles that took men to the planet. Still, though, it always seemed like some things were meant to be, whether by coincidence or the conspiring of the universe.
Jarith and Irith had always been meant to be. One in a million: a white Rising and a white Chasing, defying - perhaps for the only time in their lives - the myths of disinterest among their colour. Jarith wanted nothing more but to tip her body backward and weave through the other suitors to find her friend, but she was imbued with an overwhelming sense of urgency. She had to keep going. Had to fly. There was too much energy between her ribs for her to stop now. Suddenly, she was addicted to flight, not because it felt good, but because it seems to be the only thing her frantic mind could do.
Okay, yes, we're going for a nice flight, she choked to the dragons that followed. Schrodith, Iasineth, Weslieth, Argotath... and then small and gleaming behind them, Irith. Jarith's maw lifted into an impulsive snarl. Why wasn't Irith up at the front with her? What was he doing so far back there? Why hadn't he come right away? All of his apologies and all of the others' praises fell on deaf ears. Jarith could barely think.
E'rin had been fully devoured by Jarith's consciousness. He was up in the air, pumping wings that he didn't normally have, but he was grateful for it in some selfish level. He could focus on flying, rather than on everything else that wanted to nag at his mind. Jarith felt so overwhelmed, and part of him wanted her to come back down and stop being so crazy, but he had no control.
Briefly, he ducked back down into his own head, called by Saia's voice. The vertigo hit him belatedly as he landed back on the ground and he was rocked with a wave of nausea. "Um, hi," he squirmed, and then he was Jarith again. Where was Irith?!
Glittering as the brightest beacon in the misty morning, Jarith climbed. Determined, she gained more and more altitude. The clouds were thin, cold, and damp, and the rush of wind coasted her further from Dalibor than she had ever been by herself. Among her urgency, she suddenly felt very lonely. E'rin was wrapped up in her mind, but everything was about her. Her boy was back at the Weyr. Up in the sky, with the air getting progressively thinner, it was just her. Just Jarith, and...
Irith! she squeaked. She had lead her train so high that sky was beginning to look darker. The air was thinner under her wings and it made her feel heavier; the more breaths the took, the lighter her head felt. She was too lonely up here! It wasn't any fun. She had all of these friends to play with, but she had been so desperate that she took them somewhere that was absolutely no fun at all.
With a flash of her sparkling body, she twisted right around and sought out her favourite rainbow. She passed Schrodith, Argotath, Iasineth, and Weslieth, and she was not unkind, but to her, they weren't there. She only had eyes for Irith.
With the fully intention of taking them down to somewhere more breathable, she collided with Irith. A shrill, excited shriek signaled her contact and she grabbed every last bit of him and promised herself to never let go. Ohhh, Irith, love, best Irith, [/color] she cooed, intensely glad to be down with all of her crazy flying. How had she ever thought she was alone up there? She had Irith! E'rin gasped as he came back to himself. His first instinct was to look for A'lan, but A'lan wasn't there, and... on second thought, he didn't want A'lan. He wanted something, though, and all he had in him was to look plaintively at Saia. One in a million, he thought. Hope that means it doesn't have to happen again.[/size][/blockquote] |
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