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Post by hrsegrl245 on May 17, 2006 7:26:08 GMT -5
J'mie walked back to his weyr quietly as all who were left continued to pour out of the Weyrhall.It had beena good party for the most part. He was nowhere near as drunk as he should have been and decided he just hated to drink anyway. Mirage and the little gold were there to greet him when he entered his weyr. They rubbed on his legs and in return he petted them both in tunr and fed them scraps from the feast.
Gavanth was sleeping on his couch as usual. Even with the three of them, J'mie suddenly felt empty. He hated being alone lately.When he was younger he enjoyed his solitude... now he felt as though being alone was a horrible thing. He couldn't quite put his finger on where that feeling was emminating from but he knew that he was feeling it. He wasn't able to sleep tonight. No...he knew he would not.
He took off his gather shoes and laid them near his other shoes. then he hung his gather shirt back where it had been. After finding a pair of more comfortable pants, he switched pants, hanging his Gather ones next to his shirt. He tried to concentrate o work fro a little but it wasn't working and thoughts of sleep only sent him pacing around. The felines watched him in all curiosity.
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