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Post by fidelli on Dec 2, 2009 21:15:31 GMT -5
It was working, slowly. Zuchie, her tiny, happy little White, was slowly getting better. She stood next to him, staring at the next clue with unfocused eyes as she fought to think.
Tired of limericks
So I'm trying a haiku
Go where daddy sits!
Daddy? Silly MINE! There are only a few Daddies! There is Daidoroth's, but the first clue was with the baby... So who else is a Daddy?! The girl thought for a few moments more, trying to run through the Rider's she knew. None had yet to conceive in the new Weyr, so she was forced to turn to her happily chuckling White. "Where, my heart?" The dragon turned and shuffled to where the air pressure shifted every so slightly, balancing on the edge of his ledge as though he could truly see the outside world. He could, in a way - he knew every stone in the weyr, every direction and how close he could squeeze. The daddy sits as near as he can to the clutch! Oh, the clutch of a Queen! She was on the White's back in a moment, and they were easily gliding over to the huge volcano. She helped him slip inside the top, and he hovered for a few moments while she built him a picture of the distances and the inside from this angle.
It was different than just showing him a picture, mind you. It was about where everything was, the difference in spacing, depth - she had to show him everything, in as much 3-D as possible. And yet he could help himself. The stone was cool and oppressive around them - this high up, he could taste the faint heat, and alone in the Sand's he could hear the echo of his wingbeats against the walls. Down to the lowest edge of tier's they reached, and she dismounted easily, tiptoeing around the big shelf as she looked for something. |
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Post by 4horseshowgirl4 on Dec 2, 2009 22:54:49 GMT -5
The note wasn't hard to find in the deserted Hatching Sands-- it was just sitting innocently on top of the ledge where the clutchsire usually sat. However, L'ven's notes were nowhere to be found. It was just the riddle, which read:
We think couplets are fun
But you have work to be done!
Go search in the holder of all clothes shiny
and sheer and shimmery and perfectly sublimey!
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