From: cj841@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Chris Steiner)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [Kloote] Medor keeps trying...
Date: 20 Mar 1993 08:20:39 GMT
Message-ID: <1oek4nINN52v@usenet.INS.CWRU.Edu>


   A small, black lizard sighs as it's nose bumps into the bottom of a glass.
Colors swirl in front of his eyes and he feels light headed, for a moment.
Whatever it is that his mage is drinking does neet things to him, things he
enjoys a lot.  It smells something like the stuff his previous mage drank
every full moon, but he never got to taste that stuff.  The other mage was
always rather protective about 'his' stuff.

   This new mage, though, was quite too busy writing on strange papers and
making the strangest faces at them.  He looked even funnier through the
side of a glass with colors zipping by.

   Somebody yelled out for an ale and Medor cringed.  He felt sick and
tried to cover his ears from every sound in the inn for another short moment.
The everything was back to normal.  He crawled out of the glass and over to
the papers his mage was writing on.  Kloote absently reached for his glass
again and, finding it empty again, ordered another.

   The waitress arrived and handed another glass to Kloote.  He took a sip
and set it aside.  Medor smiled at his new mage and crawled into the next
glass...


Grin - Medor the Night Lizard