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Re: Oh Brother Where Art Thou (attn: Dyrina, Dy'en)

mglady3@...
 



"Clothes are generally a good thing," Dy'en agreed cheerfully as he followed T'lrand and Dyrina into T'lrand's weyr.  He supposed it was entirely possible that T'lrand and Dyrina wanted to just talk to one another alone, but unless one of them actually asked him to leave he didn't think he would. This meeting was bound to be amusing and he didn't want to miss it.
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T'lrand made a rather mature face at his former classmate. "Have a seat and I'll be right back."

A few minutes later he emerged properly clothed and headed to the decent sized kitchen area that was one of the benefits of being mated to a goldrider. Nothing but the best weyrs for even Jr. Weyrwomen.

"Can I get you anything?" he asked as he poured himself some wine. This seemed like a conversation that needed wine. Or maybe quikal. A sister, really?!

\\


"I could do with some wine." Dyrina replied brightly, eyeing the skin. As a candidate and as a young apprentice, it wasn't often that she was permitted to partake. She liked to take advantage whenever she could. Not that, mind you, she actually cared for the taste, it just seemed like something suitably rebellious to do. 

 


Headaches and Hangovers JP T'ryn/Kassia

sailyn2
 

Somewhere around midday Kassia came back to herself. The first thing she noted was that her head hurt like she'd fallen on her head off her office ledge and her stomach roiled in protest when she sat up. The second thing she noticed as that she was in one of the side rooms of the Dining Hall laying entangled with some young bronzer she vaguely remembered yelling at earlier that evening before...

"Oh feck," she groaned, memories rushing back. She sank back down and put her hands over her head, trying to block out those memories, the lit room around her, the very young bronzer who was almost certainly the new Weyrleader, and the passed out bodies of other flight lust victims all around them.
T'ryn slowly drifted back into wakefulness, feeling disoriented.  This was not his bed or his weyr.  Then the memories came back, hitting him like a hammer.  Shards!  Myholth had chased after Foreth, and had actually won!  It was the first time the bronze had won a gold flight, but of all the times to win, it had to be a flight that would make T'ryn Weyrleader.  On the one hand, he was pleased because Myholth had caught Foreth.  But being Weyrleader was not something T'ryn had ever aspired to.  And now he was one.  Great.  Just...great.
Reluctantly he opened his eyes, and there was Kassia beside him, hands over her head, not looking to happy either.  "Uh...good morning, Weyrwoman?  I think?"
    "If you're asking if I'm the Weyrwoman, yes I am," she replied, her hands still over her eyes. "As for a good morning...I'm not sure that it's still morning at all, nor that it's good." She groaned again. She made such an ass of herself!
((This is your fault!)) she snapped at Foreth. ((You didn't get me warning.))
All that came in reply was a smug rumble as she curled tighter around the bronze that had caught her.
Given the events of the previous night, the young bronzer had to agree with that particular assessment.  His own thoughts were to muddled yet to think of a tactful reply, though.
((A little help, here?)) He asked Myholth.
((Hmm...I'm a little busy.)) Was all the smug bronze would give him.  Sharding dragon.
T'ryn cleared his throat as he sat up, unsure of what to say.  This sort of situation was something he'd never figured on being in, and he wasn't sure just how to proceed.
    Finally Kassia pulled her hands from her face and sat up, groaning as the movement jostled her head. All around them others were slowly starting to stir.

"Come on....it's not far to my office," she told him as she started pulling on clothes as fast as her head would allow, which wasn't very. "Don't need people listening in."
That suited T'ryn just fine.  He pulled his own clothes on fairly quickly, and offered his hand to help Kassia rise once she was dressed as well.  He wondered just how long it was going to take for him to regret the fact that Myholth had won the Flight.  He foresaw several headaches in his near future.
"Lead on, Ma'am."
Kassia accepted the help up and then smoothed down her dress as best she could. It'd gotten torn in more than few places in the previous night's events, but it would live long enough to get to her office.
She lead the way down through the halls and then up into the rankers' hall.
"Wait here," she told him as she slipped into her office. Brogan, who she'd left there for the feast, jumped to his feet to greet her. She reassured the big brute that she was okay before quickly changing into a spare dress. Feeling a bit more human, she went back to retrieve her new Weyrleader.
"Come in," she said. "Have a seat on the couch. I have juice and cookies if you want them."
T'ryn entered the office with a small amount of trepidation.  Partly for the responsibility he would be accepting, and partly due to the presence of the wher.  His eyes flicked briefly with envy that Kassia had had a spare change of clothes to change into; his were torn up from last night, and he had nothing to change into until he got back to his weyr.  Oh well, such was life, he thought.
"No, thank you," he said with a tight smile.  His stomach was in knots already, and he doubted putting something into it would be a good idea right then.
Kassia settled into one of the seats opposite the couch. Brogan sat down next to her, leaning into her loving scratch of his eyeridges without ever taking his eyes off of T'ryn.
"So I suppose I have to apologize for yelling at you yesterday." Not that she sounded too apologetic. Mostly just tired and uncomfortable.
"Not at all," T'ryn said, running a hand through his hair.  He was keeping one eye nerously on the wher as he spoke.  "Given the circumstances..." He shrugged.  It wasn't like he wasn't used to being yelled at.  Growing up in Fort, one got used to that sort of thing.  At least here he wasn't going to have to worry about being stabbed in the back.  He hoped.
"What, precisely, should I be expecting, now that I'm Weyrleader?"  That last question came out as a sigh.
"Lots of work and little time to yourself," Kassia told him. "I'll send you to C'doc and R'tal to help you figure out what you're expected to do." Hopefully one of the two would like to stay on as Weyrsecond. Leave it to Foreth to let a bronze with a teenage boy rider catch her.
Oh, thank sweet Faranth for that.  He was going to need all the help and pointers he could get from the previous Weyrleaders.  All he could think of was that he hoped Myholth never managed to do this a second time.
"That I expected," T'ryn sighed.  "And I'll be grateful for any help those two can offer me."  He didn't mention that he felt far to young for this position.  He had no doubt that Kassia already thought that about him, and who could blame her.  Feck, the whole Weyr was probably not goin to be all to happy about him being Weyrleader.  To young, and a former Fortian to boot.  Just grand.
"I won't tolerate any attempts to turn Arolos into Fort," she warned him. She had no idea how ingrained his beliefs towards Fort were, but she didn't want them bleeding over to Arolos. "Better yet, what do you plan to do as Weyrleader?"
"I have no intentions of turning Arolos into Fort," T'ryn replied, instantly, feeling a bit stung.  He'd done what he'd needed to to survive at Fort, to be sure, but he'd always tried to do his best by those under him in so much as he could manage.
"I never agreed with Fort's policies in any way, and I certainly would not endorse them here, or in any other Weyr.  As for what I plan to do as Weyrleader, I plan to lead as fairly as I can, as best I can.  Being in this position is not something I have ever actively planned for, and to be honest, I am more than a little surprised and distressed to have gained it in the first place.  When I said that I would be grateful for the help of the previous Weyrleaders, I meant it," T'ryn stressed.
At his words Kassia started to relax slightly. "Good, that makes me feel a lot better and I know that they'll give you plenty of help. I know that it was hard enough having been slowly prepared for my position over turns, but Weyrleaders are just thrust into it."
In that he didn't envy Kassia at all.  At least he knew that eventually he'd get to leave this post when another bronze caught Foreth.  She'd be in charge no matter what.  He jut hoped that he didn't botch things up while he was in office.
"Thank you," he said with a nod.  "I shall do my very best for this Weyr."
Kassia nodded. "Then go get dressed and some rest. We can figure out the rest later today." It'd be a while before everything got back to normal anyway.
Now there was a dismissal T'ryn was all to happy to accept.  Hopefully a long soak, a brief rest and some fresh clothes would ease the small knot of panic still floating around in his stomach.  He wanted a chance to think about things on his own for a bit before having to make any further plans.  He stood and gave Kassia a small bow.
"Until later, then.  Good day, Weyrwoman Kassia."
"Good day...Weyrleader T'ryn." At least she hoped she'd remembered his name right. She stood to hold the door for him and then locked it once he was on the other side. She was so going to ring a certain gold dragon's neck.
The use of the new title struck him numb for a moment, but only for a moment.  With a tight smile, he nodded and left the office, eager to get back to his own weyr, where it was safe.  Or at least, his idea of safe.  Already he was thinking of just what he was going to say to Myholth, and very little of it was going to be pleasant. 

Of all the sharding nerve...Him, Weyrleader!  Stupid sharding bronze dragon.


Re: Old Dragon, New Flight Attn HEALERS

Kevin M
 




On Tue, Nov 12, 2013 at 6:08 PM, Bryony <cc.bryony@...> wrote:
 

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>>>M'ayen took one hastily and swallowed it dry, leaning against the wall until his heart no longer felt as though it were beating hard enough to break out of his chest. *Stupid* man, racing over here because his dragon had pushed too hard and over-extending himself in the process. He coughed, and then drew a deep breath.
>>>
>>>"Dragonhealer," he managed. "Quickly girl, go and fetch one. It's urgent."
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The girl nodded, briskly putting the rest of the pills but one back into the case and pushing both case and pill into M'ayen's hand. "Yes, sir." Insaya started to run off, but she hesitated a moment and ducked back into her hiding spot, coming back out with a small cat about six months old. "Here, sir. Maybe having Fellis with you will help - she's good at that." Then she dashed off, running as fast as she could.
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>>She might not have been quite as fast as an older, stronger person would have been, but Insaya was running faster than she ever had before as she burst in through the doors of the Infirmary. "I need help! Someone... a rider.... his dragon needs help and he needs help too." Insaya only knew the Healers, not the Dragonhealers, but she found the nearest responsible-looking person and scurried up to them, tugging on their arm. "Please come help!"
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> "Alright, alright, calm down, Insaya!" J'lar ordered the girl, keeping his voice gentle and comforting.  "Slow down and tell me what's wrong."  ((Zel, were any dragons injured in the flight?))
>
>
>((No, though Ardeth left early.))  Despite not joining the flight himself, Zeligeth nevertheless was following it keenly.
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>
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"I don't know what's wrong... He asked me to get a dragonhealer for him." Insaya had taken a deep breath and tried to stay calm, but the words still came out in a bit of a rush. "I think he needs a regular healer as well. He's having trouble breathing and his colour isn't very good. He has a box, with pills. I helped him take one and then ran here. He's old and tall and has white hair. I don't know his name though." The girl reached up to try to indicate how tall the rider was, but obviously could come nowhere close to measuring M'ayen's height with her hand.

"Left Fel with him 'cause petting her helps when I can't breathe, but we need help."

She tugged on J'lar's arm, briefly regretting that she hadn't gone into Healing after all.... but knowing that she would still be in exactly the same position now if she had.

J'lar grabbed his "go" bag off a shelf and turned to Insaya.  "Right.  Lead the way."  While J'lar was confident in the emergency treatment he'd learned in various attempts to get a quick-response program with riders going, he still wasn't actually a Healer.  Of course, finding somebody more competent during a goldflight over the Weyr could be... problematic. "Donn, see if you can find someone who isn't with anybody else, and convince him to follow you,"  he told his flit.  The brown chirped acknowledgement and flitted off even as the rider followed the girl.

Once they got to Ma'yen he dropped to his knees next to the man, quickly checking him.  Still breathing, still alive, that was a good start.  Definitely looked like a heart attack, though.  He picked up the kitten and gently thrust him at Insaya.  "Insaya said you took a pill, rider; are you feeling any better?" he asked


Re: Just Missed Eggs, But Trying Still {{Attn: Do'zer, Kinara))

Rosiegirl
 

At the Candidate Master's answer to her knock, Kinara opened the office door and entered the office, watchful of the mentioned stacks as she walked. Unsure if she should shut the door or leave it open, Kinara left it open and went to stand in front of the CandidateMaster saying "Thank you for seeing me sir, even though you look busy with things. My apologies for coming at such a busy time after a Hatching." 

On her shoulders, Kinara's flits took note of Do'zer's green flit and each gave the new green a trill of greeting, Alyss's trill of a higher pitch than Jazper's. Instead of reaching up a hand to quiet her flits, Kinara stood respectfully at attention with her eyes lowered slightly. After years of Fort, both Hold and Weyr, and not yet used to Arolos' way of doing things Kinara stood there waiting for the higher ranking person to speak first and invite her to speak


On Tue, Nov 12, 2013 at 5:22 PM, <kepheren@...> wrote:
 

 



 The hidework never seemed to end. If anything there was more of it than ever immediately after a hatching when new candidates joined and some of the others who had gotten lucky got their records rotated over to the Weyrling side. In fact he had just set one stack aside after completing it and was contemplating the next when there came a knock at the door.

His green flit looked up in some agitation as she had been hoping to get him to go outside with her. Soothing the little creature Do'zer reminded her to be patient...though it was hardly something she was good at. Glancing back towards the door he answered whomever might be on the other side.

"Come on in....and mind the stacks of records. If you knock one over you get to refile it all."



First Step, Chat with WW ((Attn: Kassia, Kinara))

Rosiegirl
 

Just a couple of days after the hatching and the feast with it's unexpected flight, Kinara had finally been cleared by the Mindhealer to try and be a candidate again. There were several people that she needed to talk to in order to get their approval to become a candidate and stay a candidate past her 23rd birthday, and she'd spent a day nervously fretting over going to talk to them. After all, they were important people, one being a goldrider, and she was just a little orphaned nobody from Fort. Why should they agree to let her become a candidate after everything that had happened to her? They had so many better candidates than her, they didn't need her. 

The mindhealer who'd finally cleared her had told her who she needed to talk to now as the next step in becoming a candidate, and so Kinara had decided she should just start at the top. Maybe, her reasoning was, maybe if WW Kassia approved her to be a candidate that the other riders she needed to get approval from wouldn't be able to decline Kinara's request to become a candidate. WW Kassia was, after all, the top of the ladder and who'd dare to say that the WW's decision was a wrong one.... At least, that's what Kinara thought.

Taking extra care with her appearance and clothing today, glad to not be sporting the injuries she'd had upon arrival at Arolos, Kinara wondered if the WW would remember their first meeting. She'd looked so bad then that Kinara honestly hoped the other didn't remember, although Kinara was sure that it had been reported to the WW when another Fortian candidate had badly attacked her her...and that would probably be something hard to forget. If Kinara had heard right, the same Fortian candidate who'd attacked her had also attacked several other people at Arolos.

Hoping she would arrive at a time when WW Kassia was not too busy, Kinara finally arrived outside the WW's office and asked the guards that whenever Kassia was not busy she'd like to talk with the WW, if that was ok with the WW. The two flits on her shoulders, new additions since her arrival at Arolos, were silent from their protective posts with their tales curled around Kinara's neck like two different colored necklaces. The care Kinara had taken with her hair went unheeded by the flits as they steadied themselves with their paws in her hair.


Re: Just Missed Eggs, But Trying Still {{Attn: Do'zer, Kinara))

kepheren
 

 



 The hidework never seemed to end. If anything there was more of it than ever immediately after a hatching when new candidates joined and some of the others who had gotten lucky got their records rotated over to the Weyrling side. In fact he had just set one stack aside after completing it and was contemplating the next when there came a knock at the door.

His green flit looked up in some agitation as she had been hoping to get him to go outside with her. Soothing the little creature Do'zer reminded her to be patient...though it was hardly something she was good at. Glancing back towards the door he answered whomever might be on the other side.

"Come on in....and mind the stacks of records. If you knock one over you get to refile it all."


Re: Old Dragon, New Flight Attn HEALERS

Bryony <cc.bryony@...>
 

M'ayen took one hastily and swallowed it dry, leaning against the wall until his heart no longer felt as though it were beating hard enough to break out of his chest. *Stupid* man, racing over here because his dragon had pushed too hard and over-extending himself in the process. He coughed, and then drew a deep breath.

"Dragonhealer," he managed. "Quickly girl, go and fetch one. It's urgent."

The girl nodded, briskly putting the rest of the pills but one back into the case and pushing both case and pill into M'ayen's hand. "Yes, sir." Insaya started to run off, but she hesitated a moment and ducked back into her hiding spot, coming back out with a small cat about six months old. "Here, sir. Maybe having Fellis with you will help - she's good at that." Then she dashed off, running as fast as she could.

She might not have been quite as fast as an older, stronger person would have been, but Insaya was running faster than she ever had before as she burst in through the doors of the Infirmary. "I need help! Someone... a rider.... his dragon needs help and he needs help too." Insaya only knew the Healers, not the Dragonhealers, but she found the nearest responsible-looking person and scurried up to them, tugging on their arm. "Please come help!"

 "Alright, alright, calm down, Insaya!" J'lar ordered the girl, keeping his voice gentle and comforting.  "Slow down and tell me what's wrong."  ((Zel, were any dragons injured in the flight?))


((No, though Ardeth left early.))  Despite not joining the flight himself, Zeligeth nevertheless was following it keenly.


"I don't know what's wrong... He asked me to get a dragonhealer for him." Insaya had taken a deep breath and tried to stay calm, but the words still came out in a bit of a rush. "I think he needs a regular healer as well. He's having trouble breathing and his colour isn't very good. He has a box, with pills. I helped him take one and then ran here. He's old and tall and has white hair. I don't know his name though." The girl reached up to try to indicate how tall the rider was, but obviously could come nowhere close to measuring M'ayen's height with her hand.

"Left Fel with him 'cause petting her helps when I can't breathe, but we need help."

She tugged on J'lar's arm, briefly regretting that she hadn't gone into Healing after all.... but knowing that she would still be in exactly the same position now if she had.


Re: Hatching Feast! (attn: Kime, Taralae, Fransa, Nyla (and parents), ANY)

Bryony <cc.bryony@...>
 

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From: domfree778 <freedomfornone@gmail.com>
To: ArolosWeyr@yahoogroups.com
Sent: Monday, November 11, 2013 7:53 PM
Subject: [ArolosWeyr] Re: Hatching Feast! (attn: Kime, Taralae, Fransa, Nyla (and parents), ANY)



 


--- In ArolosWeyr@yahoogroups.com, Kevin McBrearty <LrdSlvrhnd@...> wrote:

On Mon, Nov 11, 2013 at 3:59 PM, domfree778 <freedomfornone@...>wrote:





--- In ArolosWeyr@yahoogroups.com, Kevin McBrearty <LrdSlvrhnd@> wrote:


On Sun, Nov 10, 2013 at 4:25 AM, Lindsay <alexeden1971@> wrote:



Salma noticed the look Taralae gave Nyla and felt more sympathy
for
the girl. She sat down next to Taralae and held her hand out to
Flori. "She
is pretty. My husband's been dying to get a flit for himself. I guess
the
runners and herdbeasts aren't enough for him." She snorted. "Do you
have
one?"
**
"No m-m-ma'am, I d-don't," Taralae answered, "I c-c-could have had an
egg
- l-lots of C-c-candidates have flits so there are q-quite a few
chances,
but... I w-wanted to w-wait until after the H-hatching. In c-c-case I
Impressed." Then in a softer voice, more to herself, she added. "I
g-g-guess it d-doesn't matter n-now." Maybe she'd get herself one if
she
never Impressed a dragon, and maybe not. That was for the future.

"Flits are a common consolation prize for Candidates," Shalia said
with a
smile as she walked up to the group, still holding two glasses of wine.
"The problem is finding an egg that's close enough to hatching to not
rule
you out for the next dragon clutch. I wish now I'd let my friend buy me
one at the last Gather."


"Now dear,stay positive," Salma encouraged. "There's still more
hatchings." She smiled over at Shalia. "Hello. I take it you're another
candidate? I'm Salma, that's my husband, Lorven, and that's our daughter,
Nyla." She pointed her family out.

Nyla started when she heard her name, and turned to grin at Shalia. "Hey,
Shalia. How are you?"

"Disappointed, of course."  The cheerful tone belied Shalia's words,
though.   "Congratulations, Nyla.  It looked like you got the largest
blue.  You'll have to introduce me sometime," she smiled before turning to
the adults.  "And yes, I'm a Candidate.  I'm Shalia," she finally
introduced herself.  Newly-Impressed weyrlings took precedence over their
families, as far as the girl was concerned.

OOC: Rhyth informs me that Mereeoth better not try to challenge him for
"largest blue in the Weyr" when he grows up *g*  He actually sounds like a
bit of a clone of Rhyth lol


Nyla smiled back. "Of course, Shalia. Merry would love to meet you." She noticed that Shalia seemed far more cheerful than the other non-Impressed candidates, but didn't bring it up.
"A pleasure to meet you," Salma said warmly. Lorven was too busy talking to Kime to notice Shalia's arrival.

OOC: Merry says he is definitely going to challenge Ryth ;b


"I got Flori because one of the riders advertised in the dining hall that he had a clutch and was giving away eggs." Kimi tried answering all of the questions in turn, but she didn't seem quite sure where to start. Though Flori seemed very interested in Fransa's blue when he showed up and gave him a merry little chirp in welcome.


"And.... she might have a flight soon. She's old enough, I think. Or nearly old enough. Would you want one of the eggs if she did?" Kime looked at Taralae curiously, saying out loud the plan that had popped into her head moments before. "It would probably only be a green or a blue though, if you're alright with that. Or I can help keep an eye open in case someone posts another announcement. That might be better."




Roshan grinned as the conversation seemed to move on without her, so she looked around the room as if searching out someone in particular. She didn't seem to find whoever it was though, so she smiled quickly at the group. "I... have to go find someone. So, if everyone will excuse me...." The harper bowed a little and nodded to everyone, then walked quickly away, the smile on her face rapidly disappearing to be replaced with faint worry.

ooc - Might as well send Roshan off to get yelled at now. ;) And I know I should write more, but I have to run and get ready for work. :(


Re: Old Dragon, New Flight Attn HEALERS

Kevin M
 




On Tue, Nov 12, 2013 at 5:33 PM, Bryony <cc.bryony@...> wrote:
 

 

>M'ayen took one hastily and swallowed it dry, leaning against the wall until his heart no longer felt as though it were beating hard enough to break out of his chest. *Stupid* man, racing over here because his dragon had pushed too hard and over-extending himself in the process. He coughed, and then drew a deep breath.
>
>"Dragonhealer," he managed. "Quickly girl, go and fetch one. It's urgent."
>
>
The girl nodded, briskly putting the rest of the pills but one back into the case and pushing both case and pill into M'ayen's hand. "Yes, sir." Insaya started to run off, but she hesitated a moment and ducked back into her hiding spot, coming back out with a small cat about six months old. "Here, sir. Maybe having Fellis with you will help - she's good at that." Then she dashed off, running as fast as she could.

She might not have been quite as fast as an older, stronger person would have been, but Insaya was running faster than she ever had before as she burst in through the doors of the Infirmary. "I need help! Someone... a rider.... his dragon needs help and he needs help too." Insaya only knew the Healers, not the Dragonhealers, but she found the nearest responsible-looking person and scurried up to them, tugging on their arm. "Please come help!"

 "Alright, alright, calm down, Insaya!" J'lar ordered the girl, keeping his voice gentle and comforting.  "Slow down and tell me what's wrong."  ((Zel, were any dragons injured in the flight?))

((No, though Ardeth left early.))  Despite not joining the flight himself, Zeligeth nevertheless was following it keenly.


Re: Old Dragon, New Flight Attn HEALERS

Bryony <cc.bryony@...>
 

M'ayen took one hastily and swallowed it dry, leaning against the wall until his heart no longer felt as though it were beating hard enough to break out of his chest. *Stupid* man, racing over here because his dragon had pushed too hard and over-extending himself in the process. He coughed, and then drew a deep breath.

"Dragonhealer," he managed. "Quickly girl, go and fetch one. It's urgent."

The girl nodded, briskly putting the rest of the pills but one back into the case and pushing both case and pill into M'ayen's hand. "Yes, sir." Insaya started to run off, but she hesitated a moment and ducked back into her hiding spot, coming back out with a small cat about six months old. "Here, sir. Maybe having Fellis with you will help - she's good at that." Then she dashed off, running as fast as she could.

She might not have been quite as fast as an older, stronger person would have been, but Insaya was running faster than she ever had before as she burst in through the doors of the Infirmary. "I need help! Someone... a rider.... his dragon needs help and he needs help too." Insaya only knew the Healers, not the Dragonhealers, but she found the nearest responsible-looking person and scurried up to them, tugging on their arm. "Please come help!"


Re: Ollie Ollie Oxen Free! (Hatching Feast - Attn: Delysia, Roshan)

Bryony <cc.bryony@...>
 

Delysia's eyes narrowed. She was furious at herself for allowing Roshan to call her out on that bit of symantics. And she was furious at Roshan for pretending that she cared.


Quite suddenly, Delysia realized that she was furious with absolutely everyone. Furious at her father for making her what she was. Furious at Fort for showing her just how helpless she was, in the past and the recent past. Furious at Arolos for its inaction. Furious at Ma'din for leaving just when she'd thought...


Most of all, she was furious at herself for allowing events to come full circle without achieving any of her vaunted goals.


"How many times to do I have to tell you? I don't need your help!" She snapped. "And I certainly don't owe you anything for it!" It was lucky for Roshan that Delysia hadn't actually taken the food or else it might have been flung back in her face. "Just leave me alone!"
 
Roshan fought the impulse to point out that she was, in fact, already leaving. But she managed to not turn around. Maybe not facing Delysia again would help the other woman feel better. She did feel a bit bad for upsetting her - but it was also a bit of an unexpected thrill to not feel worse walking away than when the conversation started. She didn't think of it in terms of winning or losing.... it wasn't right to feel that way. It wasn't a competition. Unless it was one that Roshan was having with herself, to see how long she could put up with Delysia's attitude before she had to leave.
But she did have to say *something*. So she stopped, but didn't turn around.

"Of course you don't owe me anything, Delysia. In fact, if you want to.... Well, if I'm doing this for anyone, I'm doing it for Aoede because I like her and she loves you. That's all."
Roshan wanted to say more - to wish the candidate a good night or to tell her to get some sleep. But she decided to not push her luck, so she just walked away without another word.


ooc - Unless Delysia suddenly stops her for some reason, I think we probably can't go much farther than this. :P
OOC: Poor Delysia. I think missing Ma'din is causing her to be more nasty than usual.
ooc - Stupid man, not being around for a goldflight. :P
I briefly debated having Roshan run back to find Delysia during the flight and get her to come hide in one of the empty apprentice rooms in the Haven - I'm sure there are some and it might be closer than the candidate barracks. But I think everyone knows how well *that* would turn out.


Re: One tuber, two tubers, three tubers, four... ((Attn: Yaranna, Kinara))

Rosiegirl
 

Kinara had the feeling as if she was being watched but didnt look up to see if the feeling was right, not until she heard a chuckle. The knife stilled and Kinara's head came up to look at at the red-headed woman standing next to her at the counter. Giving a rueful shake of her head, Kinara said "Yeah, that's actually what I'm worried about. I'm not used to working in the kitchen at all. Don't want to cut myself by accident." 

The ever present bracelet around her wrist was a constant reminder of having cut herself before, and although she knew an accidental cut in the kitchen would be nothing like that one...the worry about not paying attention with a knife in her hand was still there. 


On Tue, Nov 12, 2013 at 4:07 PM, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
 


Giving an sigh and shaking off the odd feeling of being alone by telling herself that if she needed them her flits could be here in seconds, Kinara picked up the knife again and began oh so carefully (and probably slowly compared to more experienced kitchen helpers) peeling the next tuber as she focused on the tuber in hand with a small frown forming between her eyes.

The young woman chopping meat next to her paused to watch her for a long moment, and then chuckled. "Don't look so worried," she advised. "There's not many ways to mess up peeling tubers - not unless you chop your own fingers off."



Re: Old Dragon, New Flight Attn HEALERS

Laura Walker
 

M'ayen took one hastily and swallowed it dry, leaning against the wall until his heart no longer felt as though it were beating hard enough to break out of his chest. *Stupid* man, racing over here because his dragon had pushed too hard and over-extending himself in the process. He coughed, and then drew a deep breath.

"Dragonhealer," he managed. "Quickly girl, go and fetch one. It's urgent."


Re: One tuber, two tubers, three tubers, four... ((Attn: Yaranna, Kinara))

Laura Walker
 


Giving an sigh and shaking off the odd feeling of being alone by telling herself that if she needed them her flits could be here in seconds, Kinara picked up the knife again and began oh so carefully (and probably slowly compared to more experienced kitchen helpers) peeling the next tuber as she focused on the tuber in hand with a small frown forming between her eyes.

The young woman chopping meat next to her paused to watch her for a long moment, and then chuckled. "Don't look so worried," she advised. "There's not many ways to mess up peeling tubers - not unless you chop your own fingers off."


Re: Old Dragon, New Flight Attn HEALERS

Bryony <cc.bryony@...>
 

The first reply was a wheeze, and then M'ayen patted his pockets, obviously searching for something. He found the small pillbox quickly but shaky hands didn't quite manage to open it and he pushed it at the girl impatiently.


The little bit of healing lessoning that she'd picked up from spending so much time in the Infirmary over the turns growing up kicked in and Insaya was quick about opening the box and shaking some of the contents into her hand.
"How much? Do you need water as well?" She held out her hand, palm up and the pills spaced apart so as to be easier to grab.


Re: Don't drop my dinner (attn Insaya / Raeldan)

Bryony <cc.bryony@...>
 

Dan shook his head. "I think he'd probably be okay, you should maybe let him know you're alright. That'd be more important, right?" He listened to what she said about her friend and sighed. "Well that'll be something to look forward to. And maybe you'll find some way to go and see her." He didn't really know what to say but she seemed to need comforting and he extended a hand towards her shoulder. "You can always get me to come and annoy you, if you like." he offered.

Insaya didn't quite shy away from the hand going to her shoulder, but she looked like she wanted to. Even in the Creche she hadn't been a huggy, cuddly sort of child and it seemed to have only gotten worse now. She went back to her old nervous habit of tugging lightly on the braid laying over her shoulder and looked down at the floor, unsure of what to say. Finally, she spoke up.
"You're a candidate though. You have more important things to do than to spend time talking to me. Lots more important things to learn. Though I suppose there's always when you're in the kitchen for your chores. I'm pretty much always going to be there, unless we're out collecting herbs or something."


Re: One tuber, two tubers, three tubers, four... ((Attn: Yaranna, Kinara))

Rosiegirl
 

((OOC: Rewriting the first post...I didn't realize there was an unspoken rule about no whers/flits in the kitchen. My bad. *facepalm*))

Putting the knife she was holding down, Kinara rinsed off the tuber she'd just finished peeling to be sure she'd not missed any spots and placed the peeled tuber in the large bowl next to her that contained the rest of the tubers she'd already finished peeling.Placing one hand on the rim of the basin in front of her and leaning on it, Kinara ran the other hand through her hand pushing it back with a sigh. She was used to the work in the laundry room, but this was different. Kinara was so worried about being careful with the knife and not cutting herself while she peeled the tubers that she was tense, which in turn was making her lower back hurt a little from all the standing. But she still had many tubers left in another bowl to peel before her chore-time was over, so she needed to press on. 

Kinara glanced around for a moment, feeling odd about not having at least one of her flits nearby. But, after her first day of kitchen chores and being told to get her flits out of the kitchen Kinara hadn't brought them back. It had been embarrassing enough to have drawn that kind of attention without repeating the incident. Reaching out to feel wher her flits were, when she realized Jazper and Alyss were enjoying themselves with a large group of other flits in the sun Kinara couldn't help the smile their enjoyment brought to her lips. The other thing that was odd was that, unlike these last 4 months, she did not have a wher at her side. Pretty, who she'd grown slightly attached too (even though she still wasn't comfortable with Melody getting two close to either Pretty or Uncle Brown) was not next to her. Yes, now that she was a candidate Pretty could only be with her when she wasn't in the candidate barracks, but now Pretty couldn't be with her when she was in the kitchen. Just like the flits, it was preferred that whers not be around food too which Kinara could understand. So, not having that green wher and her preoccupation for pretty things, and having those pretty things, with her felt a little different now. ..but at least she didn't have to be constantly on her guard about the wher's behavior if the green wasn't around her. 
 

Giving an sigh and shaking off the odd feeling of being alone by telling herself that if she needed them her flits could be here in seconds, Kinara picked up the knife again and began oh so carefully (and probably slowly compared to more experienced kitchen helpers) peeling the next tuber as she focused on the tuber in hand with a small frown forming between her eyes,


On Tue, Nov 12, 2013 at 3:21 PM, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
 

A kitchen was always a busy place to work, and Yaranna gave her an absent-minded smile as she brushed past her with an armful of meat, reaching for a knife to chop it up.

Her gaze strayed downwards to see who Kinara was talking to. The change when her gaze fell on the wher was immediate and dramatic. The meat was dropped to the floor and she backed away holding the knife defensively. She looked as though she wanted to scream, her skin gone suddenly white, but somehow managed to hold her voice down in volume. "What- what the feck is *that* doing in here?"


On Tue, Nov 12, 2013 at 7:45 PM, Patricia Stacey <rosiegirl872@...> wrote:


Putting the knife she was holding down, Kinara rinsed off the tuber she'd just finished peeling to be sure she'd not missed any spots and placed the peeled tuber in the large bowl next to her that contained the rest of the tubers she'd already finished peeling.Placing one hand on the rim of the basin in front of her and leaning on it, Kinara ran the other hand through her hand pushing it back with a sigh. She was used to the work in the laundry room, but this was different. Kinara was so worried about being careful with the knife and not cutting herself while she peeled the tubers that she was tense, which in turn was making her lower back hurt a little from all the standing. But she still had many tubers left in another bowl to peel before her chore-time was over, so she needed to press on. 

Jazper and Alyss were perched up in the rafters of the kitchen, unwilling to leave their person when she was surrounded by so many people. But they'd been trained well and knew to keep up and out of the way in such a busy area, unless they were called of course. So, they were watchful from their high perch with their tails curled around them and huddled together. Next to Kinara's legs, still able to fit under the counter in that darkened area at only 4 months old, was Kiloka's green wher. Whenever Kinara was not going to be in the candidate barracks she went by her and Kiloka's, now just Kiloka's, room and unchained the green wher to walk with her unless Kiloka had Pretty with him. 

Grumbling a little, Pretty poked her head out from under the counter and looked at the two bowls of tubers that Kinara had been working with. Sniffing, the wher turned her head aside and said in a disappointed tone ((Not pretty. Why mess not pretty?)) Glancing down at the wher as Pretty pulled her head back under the counter and curled up again, Kinara said "Not everything is pretty. This is food that needs preparation before we can eat it." The green wher lifted her head a little at 'food' before resettling herself and saying ((Not smell fud. Not gud. Shud be pretty.)) 

Giving an amused shake of her head at the green wher's preoccupation with pretty things, Kinara picked up the knife again and began peeling the next tuber as she replied with "It's not food for you, Pretty. But you're right, it could look prettier."





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Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.



Re: Making Beautiful Music Attn A'rak

Laura Walker
 

The sheer nerve of the brat!  Talk about needing discipline.  That a
small child should talk that way to a full rider was outrageous.  And
for him to think that he had the right to order A'rak about as if he
were the master and A'rak the apprentice was even more so.  Even if
the boy had been in the room first, this had gone a bit beyond the
courtesy of who had the right to the room.  A'rak was not going to
stand being talked down to by a kid.

"Sounds more like you could use a spanking, you brat.  You don't sound
like any harper, just some doting mamma's spoiled whelp of a boy who's
never been told no.  Who has the charge of you, boy?  I've a mind to
see you get some discipline for your lack of manners; its clear you
are in sore need of some.  I am a rider, and entitled to the respect
of that rank.  A *Harper* would know that."

"The Harpers know that I need time and quiet to practice or I won't reach my full potential," Peetah informed him, small voice precise and annoyed. "Please, do complain. Just go away so I can get *on*."


Re: I remembered!! (att: Dekel/Insaya)

Bryony <cc.bryony@...>
 

Insaya blinked at the note in her hand with a bit of shock - and turning a shade or two of red that likely amused the other staffers around her.  Dekel wanted to see her? But why? The two of them hadn't talked in months, not since she had left for....


She tried to put everything bad that had happened over the last year out of her mind as she reread the short note and tried to puzzle out what he meant. Where they first met? ... That was in the Creche, though they hadn't really talked then.

Maybe he meant outside the Dining Hall? That wasn't too far away, and maybe it would be alright to meet him, even if the staffers were on a slightly different schedule than the candidates.
She quickly asked for - and got - permission to leave, and she quickly ran to change and rebraid her hair, picking up her sleepy brown kitten on the way.


But what on Pern did Dekel mean by 'melt'?
**

Dekel was trying to not pace, he really was, it just wasn't working that well.  He had sat down on his hands, he had whistled, he had done everything he could think of but now he was back on his feet.  What if she didn't come? What if she didn't like 'it'? What if she... no his momma had always said to many what if's would drive him over the edge.  Dekel had no idea what edge that was but he didn't want to go there until he had a dragon by his side.


Thankfully, the staffers' quarters weren't too far from the dining hall, so Insaya was out by their meeting spot rather quickly, though she slowed to a walk once she stepped outside.


... Dekel was pacing. Why was he pacing? She bit her lip, trying to not get upset. He looked so serious. Was something wrong? ... Was he leaving too?
Insaya's arms tightened around the cat she carried, not painfully so, but enough that Fel gave a small squawk of protest. Fel scrambled out of her arms and jumped to the ground, trying for catlike dignity and failing at it terribly, only being a few months old. Insaya bent to pet the kitten for a moment to soothe her feelings, then stood and walked closer, reluctant and worried to find out that something was wrong after all.

"Um... Dekel? Hi."


ooc - He's nervous? Awwww.


Re: Old Dragon, New Flight Attn HEALERS

Laura Walker
 


The only thing that did get her attention properly was the sound of someone coming nearby and then past her hiding place. Heavy, strained breathing? In the hallway? Really? Couldn't they find a sharding room? Insaya popped out of her corner, suddenly angry and ready to give whoever the couple was a piece of her mind.

And then she stopped. It wasn't a couple, it was a man by himself and he seemed in pain rather than... well, rather than anything else. The short, slight girl scurried up next to him. "Are you alright, sir? Can I help?"

The first reply was a wheeze, and then M'ayen patted his pockets, obviously searching for something. He found the small pillbox quickly but shaky hands didn't quite manage to open it and he pushed it at the girl impatiently.

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