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| Candidate at Meridian Weyr | when this page is eventually on my site it will be at /kshau-protectorate/dragonsites/theendings/carramba/dragons/Colors/mtf-macon.htm | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| His sister always elbowed him when she spotted something of interest. But also, when she wanted to pester him about virtually anything, and this time it was, "why did you name it after our own name, Macon? Did you forget our own last name?" Well, no he hadn't. But then there were better things on his mind right now on their field trip than why he'd called Twig... Twig. At the idea of 'opening that door right there,' when Magnolia was about to swing her wand around, a dark-skinned hand gently stopped her, a hand that was dotted with silver: a sharp-edged glyph denoting a connection to an otherworldly being... the Outsider's Mark. Professor Valena decided that they would have an organized trip during one of the short mid-semester breaks. It was clear that he had been involved with other such journeys, this one would be his first without anyone else on staff lingering over his shoulder. Well, there was always that handsome and deceptively young-looking pale skinned Outsider himself, who it looked like was watching their every move right now. And if rumor was correct (it was) that Outsider could read their minds? Well he'd probably be getting a brain full, because both Magnolia and Macon looked at that tasty black-eyed-treat and thought exactly the same thing... | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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