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Author: * Igraine Niafer -
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Date: Sep 29, 2007 - 16:59
 Thunder & Lightning I am dreaming, I think to myself. I am in Tara again, in the arms of the nephew of the King of the North. He is kissing my fingers, no; he is kissing his way up my arm till he reaches my face. Hoping he will take my face in his strong hands and give me a passionate kiss, I am surprised when he begins to lick my face. NO! He isn’t licking, he is slobbering! I open my eyes and see the gleeful smiles of my pet wolfhounds, Thunder and Lightning. They had been staying with a lad of the clan who happens to adore them like they adore him. The young lad looks at me sheepishly from the door of my cottage, “Da told me to take the beasties to you since you would be wanting to get up to ride out with the war party. Besides, he says our cottage is going to need to grow some if we continue to keep them there.” I laugh and the lad joins me as we watch my silly dogs tumbling about, trying to get on my poor cot with me. Well, it has been a time since we have seen each other. I saw them, of course, when I first got back to Inver Colpa, but the lad’s mum asked a special favor to let the lad have one more night with the beasties, and wanting a good sleep, I agreed.
But it is morning, or very near, and there is much to do before a war party can take off. I know that there will be food at the Great Hall, so I take some cloth and wrap up the rest of the bread and cheese and pack them and the apples in my pack for sustenance later on. I fill my pack with other useful things, a change of clothes, a comb, and a blanket in case we are out several days. Thunder and Lightning dance about me happily as I ready myself for the leaving…for them, too, it is good to be home.
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