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Re: Out Of Tune Attn Apprentice Harpers/Candidate Harpers

Cameron Stanley
 

It was bad enough that Rennick had to sing at all. Just thinking about it made him break out in a cold sweat and caused his jaw to tighten until he could barely force it open, let alone produce anything resembling music. Nervousness was foreign to him when he sat down with his guitar, and he didn't mind the other instruments either, but singing... singing was the one thing he absolutely couldn't do. Back at Harper Hall he'd gotten out of any singing through various means, usually going to play his instrument instead. But here, at least for the time being, he could not rely on such tactics to escape the choir rehearsals. Rennick thought this was foolish at best, but once his superiors heard how horrible his singing voice was, they'd be forced to acknowledge that he wasn't cut out for that particular line of work. Still, it hadn't been long since his arrival, so he supposed maybe that hadn't had enough time to sink in.

Nor was Rennick one to stand out if he could help it, and taking the initiative to get transferred out of lessons was beyond him, especially while he was still trying to navigate the choppy waters of Arolos. So for the time being he went along with it, even if he was thinking every single class, 'Please hear my voice. Please hear how unskilled I am. Please decide that I would be better off elsewhere.'

Near the end of one particularly dreadful rehearsal, where he'd finally managed to unstick his jaw and sing along softly with his neighbors-- if he was slightly off-key-- he was confronted quite unexpectedly, by some kid a few rows ahead of him. It wasn't even like Rennick was singing a particularly notable part; he had been stuck with one of the background melodies, which suited him just fine, aside from the fact that it was still singing at all. But apparently his ineptitude had not gone unnoticed by everyone.

He found a slow flush creeping into his cheeks as the boy turned around and berated him loudly. Rennick wasn't sure of what to say. In the first place, this kid was probably half his age or so, and he wasn't used to hearing such critical words from children that age. Rennick's younger brother hadn't been so acerbic at that age. Rennick himself certainly hadn't. A quick glance to either side showed that his neighbors weren't immediately prepared to offer support. And why should they, he realized glumly. After all, he HAD been off-key. Whenever Rennick sang it was off-key. He was so tense, and his vocal cords so rigid, that sometimes he could hardly squeak out a note at all. But still, to be confronted in front of the entire group was humiliating. "I-- I'm sorry," he stammered. He didn't have much of a defense, especially not when he himself didn't even want to sing. "You're right." Something quiet stirred in the back of his mind. He wasn't a waste of time, he thought helplessly. But singing, well, yes that was certainly a waste of time.

Cameron Stanley
University of Arizona, 2013
University of Exeter, 2014


On Tue, Nov 19, 2013 at 7:06 PM, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
 

It was probably a mercy for everyone that Peetah didn't share all of
his lessons with other apprentices. He had been well-versed in the
basics, which meant that despite his age he warranted a fair amount of
one-on-one tuition.

Choir practice though, much to his annoyance, catered for *everyone*
including those in Candidacy. Waiting to do his solo, Peetah's
impatience built as the Journeyman in charge took them over the same
verse again.. and again.. and again with the harmony.. and again.. And
then the hour was up and they never had got to that solo part.

Almost bursting with frustration he turned on one of the Candidates,
not caring that he was several turns younger and half the size of the
one who had caused his annoyance. "You were out of tune," he said
angrily. "I could hear you the whole time. They shouldn't let you
Candidates waste everyone's time if you don't even know how to sing
properly!"

OOC: Fight, fight, fight, fight.. (feel free to be the insulted kid..
or to take sides ;-)

--

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: WherCraft: Training and Testing (attn. Athesta, Diagir, Any Needing Whers Tested)

B L
 

Risk's head drooped sadly. <<Risk no do nono... Risk just play. Shiny no play back. Shiny want eat Risk!>> Her eyes widened at the horrible memory, and she sidled closer to Rin, pressing against his leg. <<'gir make Rin better? Rin good! Rin no do bad.>> She looked up at her human adoringly. <<But Risk work with Ziya? Be fun yes!>>

Rin gave Diagir a nod in response, a half-smile on his face. He was astonished that the man was acting friendly, but happy as well. Despite his natural dislike for authority, he rather liked and respected the wher handler.

--- In ArolosWeyr@yahoogroups.com, Ren Fenwitz <wingedadrian@...> wrote:

The inundation of questions caused the young queen to squeak in surprise
and sit down with a whine. Diagir gave her a concerned look but didn't do
anything since she wasn't misbehaving. Ziya thought for a moment before
answering. {Ziya live in hall, not mountain. Moun...} The gold turned to
Diagirsk at a quiet murmur from the brown before looking back to Risk.
{'Girsk say mountain called Weyr. Big shiny?} Ziya fell into quiet
conversation again before her eyes widened in surprise. {Oh... oh, Risk did
nono. Risk make big mama dragon mad. Big One in charge! She boss even Rain
and 'fire! Alpha alpha. Risk make Big mad, Risk be so bad. But... Risk not
bad. Risk Ziya friend. Ziya know Risk good. Rin work with 'gir, make
better. Be good good.}

Diagir had, of course, figured out who Ziya was talking to by now. He
smiled at Rin from his post and made a mental note to ask if he'd
considered apprenticeship.

On Nov 18, 2013 5:13 PM, "domfree778" <freedomfornone@...> wrote:



--- In ArolosWeyr@yahoogroups.com, Ren Fenwitz <wingedadrian@> wrote: >
Ziya perked up at t...
On Nov 18, 2013 4:21 PM, "domfree778" <freedomfornone@> wrote:
--- In ArolosWeyr@yahoogroups.com, Duo Maxwell <wingedadrian@>
wrote: > > > Diagir arriv...

On Sun, Nov 3, 2013 at 7:08 PM, Keelyn <keelynw@> wrote: > > > > > > >
One of the main reasons...
Risk jumped, startling Rin, and looked over at Ziya. She almost bounded
over to her, but stopped herself just in time. She couldn't get Rin in more
trouble. <<Ziya no in big mountain! Why? Risk happy to! Rin in trouble? Big
shiny meanie mean to Risk. Rin protect Risk! Risk be good for Rin and
Ziya!>> The green could not contain her shrill whistle of joy. She dropped
her jaw in a wher grin. <<Risk and Ziya play?>>


Re: Searching for.. err.. me! (att: Vofali/Dekel)

Cassandra <dragonmagic16@...>
 

Vofali had indeed been about to make that assumption when Dekel clarified. She offered him a smile before nodding. "I see. Well, before my dragon Searched you, why did you want to Stand? Is it just because that's what weyrbrats are expected to do, or do you truly want to be a rider? Also, if you weren't born at Arolos, where are you from?"

**
Dekel frowned, "no.   I want to be a rider because I love dragons and I know how important dragonriders are." The young lad was suddenly very still, and very serious.  "I know first hand how dangerous fighting thread is, both my parents have been injured, one time seriously injured." He said it softly, the memory still scared him, he drew up though, "some people know though right? They know what they are meant to do to and I am meant to stand.  I want the chance to be like my parents more than anything in the world.  To be like you.  To help defend Arolos Weyr." The breath whoosed out of him and he again came like the small child he still was.  "I... I'm not sure." He said, ducking his head so she couldn't see his face.  "My parents found me at the mid year gather, I was like four or five, I had a note saying I was four." He told her, "I don't remember before them."


Re: Congratulations to A New Bronzer (ATTN: Shalia/Kyne)

Kevin M
 




On Tue, Nov 19, 2013 at 11:00 PM, Lili Y <mglady3@...> wrote:


"Ha! That's assuming that I'd let them take me alive." Kyn'dras declared, wagging his eyebrows at her playfully. "I'll make a run for it - on foot if Padakth won't join me. And he probably will, you know. He'd think it a great joke - winning the goldflight and then high-tailing it out of there. They'll never catch me!"

Shalia outright laughed at that.  "That works great until Foreth tells him to get back here, and he slinks back with his tail between his legs.  And clutching you in his paws.  Believe me, when Kassia decides you're going to do something, there's pretty much nothing you can do to get out of it."  Her expression darkened somewhat at those words.
 

OOC: Or not, but *she* doesn't know they're about to get a baby WL... *g* 
OOC: Kyn'dras is grateful to not be in danger of becoming the youngest WL. Now he can point and laugh at the other guy. :P

OOC: LOL


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

Rosiegirl
 

As Kassia began speaking and said she needed to be blunt, Kinara's head came up in concern about what the WW might say. As her eyes lifted, Kinara did see the sympathetic expression on the other's face and felt just a little more at ease about discussing this with Kassia. 

As the concern was voiced, a concern Kinara had had herself many times before, a relieved expression crossed Kinara's face at Kassia saying something she'd considered herself. Nodding her head, Kinara replied honestly with "Ma'am, it's that exact worry and not wanting to hurt any dragon that's caused me to take so long before trying to become a candidate again." 

Taking a breath, hoping she wasn't about to give too much in an answer, Kinara said "At Fort, when I stopped being a candidate it wasn't just because of having my daughter. It was because not only did I not think of myself as worth a dragon, as worth anything, but I also couldn't...well I guess it would be easiest to say I couldn't function. I panicked and had flashbacks and nightmares all the time. But, then I made a few friends and they helped get me out of the very worst of it. Things were still bad, but not *as* bad, and gradually they got a little better at a time. And then I came here, and there were more people to help. I still didn't feel like I could safely impress without hurting a dragon, but over the last 8 months I've gotten to the point where I think I've worked through my issues."

Nodding her head, Kinara continued with her reply saying "You're right Ma'am, those situations would be big triggers, and goldflights have been for me in the past. I've been through a few goldflights since the attacks, and while the first ones were bad they haven't all been. I know experiencing a goldflight is nothing like the Flight or Chase of your own dragon, but I wont know exactly what that's like unless I do happen to impress. All I've tried to do is prepare myself as well as I can and try to work through my issues so that should I impress I wouldn't panic and send my dragon between. That's been a big concern every time I've thought about impressing since after that first attack...and that's the last thing I'd ever want to do. And even now that the Mindhealer has cleared me, if I didn't think myself that I could handle my issues enough for when my possible dragon Flies to not hurt them I'd not have come to you asking to be a candidate; I'd have let myself turn 23 and be over the age for a candidate without ever thinking of being a candidate."

Her flits, feeling the turmoil of her emotions as she was deeply honest with the WW, sent their person reassuring thoughts as Alyss buried her small head in Kinara's hair to get closer, as if being even closer than just sitting on Kinara's shoulder would help the green reassure her person. Kinara reached up and stroked a hand down Alyss' back to calm her, while the brown just kept his same steady and stoic pose. As she touched the green's back a thought crossed her mind and Kinara's head came up again and she added "I know it's not nearly the feelings a dragon of mine would give me, but I have been through one of my green's Flights and I handled it well- without panicking or even nightmares after."


On Tue, Nov 19, 2013 at 2:29 PM, <sailyn2@...> wrote:
 


Shifting a little where she was standing, her hands behind her as she stood there and able to feel the thick bracelet Kiloka had gotten her as it shifted on her wrist, Kinara replied to the WW's question with only a slight hesitation "I was...I am working through things that happened to me at Fort several times. And what happened once even after moving here. All the..attacks, from the first when I was 17, have effected me in ways that were not good- especially in someone wanting to share their life with a dragon...or even another person. It's those effects and how I see...and feel about myself that I've had to work through." Swallowing hard at admitting all of that to such an important person, Kinara fell silent still with her eyes slightly downcast. 

~~~~~

Kassia's expression was not unsympathetic, but hatchlings were very valuable and they had to do what they could to make sure that a person was as prepared to Stand as possible and to minimize the chances of a lost dragon and a dragonless Weyrling.

"Forgive me," Kassia replied, "but I need to be blunt. I feel awful that you had to go through such...attacks, but are you sure that you have worked through them enough to not panic when a potential dragon rises or chases? Or even if a gold rises? Those could be really big trigger situations."



Re: Congratulations to A New Bronzer (ATTN: Shalia/Kyne)

mglady3@...
 


Shalia chuckled.  "Well, those greens didn't look very warmed up to me!  And somehow, I don't think any dragon that would pull a prank like that right out of the shell will listen to his rider's protests when he's ready to chase.  You could become Arolos's youngest weyrleader since it started, in just a couple of Turns," she grinned.  "He'll probably figure out a way to take out his competition before Foreth even rises, when he decides it's time!"

"Ha! That's assuming that I'd let them take me alive." Kyn'dras declared, wagging his eyebrows at her playfully. "I'll make a run for it - on foot if Padakth won't join me. And he probably will, you know. He'd think it a great joke - winning the goldflight and then high-tailing it out of there. They'll never catch me!"
 

OOC: Or not, but *she* doesn't know they're about to get a baby WL... *g* 
OOC: Kyn'dras is grateful to not be in danger of becoming the youngest WL. Now he can point and laugh at the other guy. :P


Re: Congratulating the new kid - er - Weyrleader Att: T'ryn/Dyrina

mglady3@...
 


>
T'ryn practically choked on his klah at Larissa's comparison of being
a condemned man, and just how true that felt for him. He struggled to
keep his expression even as he set his mug back down. When the
candidate began to speak again, the young bronzer sighed. He felt
slightly annoyed that she was being so pushy, but oh well. Let her
have his name. If she got to brag that she'd spoken to the knew
Weyrleader before everyone else, so be it.

"T'ryn of bronze Myholth," he said, giving her a polite nod.

"Yes, there certainly will be," Larissa smiled approvingly at the girl.  "That's a very healthy attitude.  And between you and me," she leaned in to give the impression of excluding the bronzerider from her next comment, without actually lowering her voice enough to keep him from hearing it, "there's something to be said for waiting.  You wouldn't want too much responsibility at too young an age after all."  She straightened back up.  "No, no, I can't stay.  I have another feast to prepare for to celebrate the new Weyrleader."  The woman turned towards T'ryn as she spoke, giving him a wink hidden from the Candidate.  "And hopefully, it won't be as exciting as last night's was!" she laughed.

Larissa set the pot of klah she'd brought over on the table.  "And if you need anything else, bronzerider, I'm sure Dyrina here would be happy to get it for you... right, Dyrina?"

 Dyrina had been about make her own escape, having decided that she'd gotten all she was going to get from the tight-lipped young bronzerider, but there was really only one response she could give to the AHW's request. "Of course, AHW Larissa." She replied sweetly.

So instead of departing for green gossip pastures, she fixed herself more klah from the fresh pot and turned her smile on T'ryn. "Apparently I'm at your service, T'ryn of bronze Myholth. Can I get you anything?" 


Re: Another Hatching, Another Fail (Attention Any)

mglady3@...
 


"I'm not a younger sibling. I'm older than her by five minutes," Hertan said with a chuckle, "Twins."

"I could imagine. At least it wasn't like you told him that you were his kid," Hertan replied, grinning, "That probably would get an even better face."

Dyrina chortled. "I'll bet. Especially considering that it would have been impossible. He's only a few years older than me." 

The sight of someone waving to her from over Hertan's shoulder momentarily drew her attention away. "Oh hey, I think someone is calling me." She said, pulling her gaze back to Hertan. "But it was great talking to you. We should do it again sometime." 
 

OOC Do you want to wrap it up? Between the flight and I see your other thread lol
OOC: Sure :) 
 


Re: Elsewhere during the Feast (Sh'ain, Lady Alyssa, ANY)

mglady3@...
 


>>"Mother!" Palysso cried as he shoved his way through the gathering crowd, heedless of the grumbles that he left in his wake. He dropped down on his knees beside Alyssa. "What happened here?" He asked, directing his question to Sh'ain, who was the closest and therefore the one most likely to have a clue. 
>>
>>
>>Then he raised his voice to call out over the crowd. "Is there a healer here?" 
>>
>>
>"She fainted, as far as I could tell," Sh'ain informed Palysso.  "Fortunately, I was right behind her at the time, so I don't think she's hurt.  I asked for someone to go get a healer and your father, but I don't know if anyone did," he added, before nodding a greeting to Sarati.
>
>
Alyssa did open one eye when she heard her son's voice and gave a soft sigh before whispering just loud enough for the three people nearby. "Palysso? What are you doing here? I told her to tell you to go break up the argument. *This* was supposed to divert attention." The corners of her mouth turned down briefly before she remembered herself. She moaned and appeared to regain consciousness for the benefit of anyone other than Sh'ain, Palysso, and Sarati who (hopefully) was watching her and not the Lord Holder and Weyrwoman arguing.

"No one's watching, are they?" Lady Alyssa murmured to Sh'ain. "Usually this works better."

Sh'ain quirked one eyebrow as the woman started talking.  So she'd been faking it all along!  He angled his head slightly so his hair would obscure his lips moving.  "Nope, sorry," he murmured in reply.  "A few were, but I think a fight between a Weyrwoman and a Lord Holder trumps a Lady Holder fainting." He looked back up, an amused look in his eyes as he looked between Palysso and Sarati.  The bluerider didn't, however, do anything obvious to blow the ruse, clearly willing to let Alyssa decide when to stop.


Palysso blinked. "Err...you did?" He asked blankly. He thought back to the conversation he'd had with his mother's maid. Now that she mentioned it, he did remember her saying something about an argument. Of course, he'd already started panicking and stopped listening by then. "You're really alright? You don't need a healer?" He asked quietly, just to confirm. His mother had been bed-ridden the last time he and Sarati had visited the Hold. A little extra concern was not unwarranted. 



Project: you want advice? (attn: C'id, Nirrep)

adrienne142003@...
 

When C'id heard the announcement about crafters showing off their skills at the next gather he felt a small fire burning in him. It was just what he needed to kick himself out of the funk that he had been in.. A project as it were...But what could he do to prove his skill at smithing. It couldn't be just something ordinary , oh no! His mind was already at work.. of course it had to wait after all he was still a rider and his dragon always came first but as soon as he was able he entered the smithy and went straight towards the spot he claimed as his and began to figure out what to do. He had to let the metal speak to him so it was important to choose the right one!


Re: Proddy In A New Land: Attn; B'lys / any chasers

mglady3@...
 


B'lys had been trying to put it off...at least subconciously. He still felt out of sorts here in Arolos. The people had been kind enough, even if some of them seemed suspicious of him and the other refugees. He couldn't blame them to be honest but it was still hard to bear. It seemed he had never truly belonged anywhere and then to find out how he had been lied to and abused by the rebels in Fort....that had devastated him.

Now he was in a new wing in a new home and coming to terms with his new life. He still  worried about being accepted of course but it got a little easier every day. The stress had been hard on Numauth but she had been his strength and had supported him in the darkest of times. It was his turn now to let go a bit so she could follow her instincts.

"You picked a fine time to rise," he mumbled, speaking aloud to the green even though she was down at the pens gobbling down a herd beast. She could hear him though no matter how he chose to speak.

((It is time,)) she said in  voice filled with both excitement and desire. ((There are handsome mates for me here. I will fly!))

And with that she did even as he staggered towards the flight room. This much was the same in every Weyr he realized as the joy of Numauth's flight and the lust over took him. He just hoped he was ready for the first rising in a new home.

(Ooc: As I posted in the Ooc board B'lys' green Numauth is rising. The folks who volunteered, or anyone else for that matter can feel free to chase. I just wanted to give him some post time and play about with it a bit so we can see where it goes. :)  )

 

((Numauth rises!)) Rhyth informed his rider, who let out a sigh.

((And I suppose you chase?)) Sh'ain asked, though amusement tinged his mindvoice.  He'd already started towards the flightrooms when the blue made the initial announcement.

((Of course.  She is a pretty green.))

((You say that about ALL the greens.))

((Well, they're all pretty!)) That elicited a chuckle from the bluerider.

((Fly well, love.  Good hunting.))

The large blue didn't respond, all his focus on the green crouched over a carcass.  ((How pretty you look, Numauth!  How fine we'll look twined together!)) he boasted.



{{I chase.}} Beringath announced as he brought his head up sharply, startling Zasaiya into dropped leather straps that she'd been about throw over his shoulders. 

"What? Now?" Zasaiya asked, incredulously. Beringath merely gave her a look. "Oh, alright. If you're chasing, chasing. Go on now. Have fun." She sighed. It wasn't often that her blue elected to chase and she'd never understood what prompted him to choose one way or the other. She did, however, know that the only thing to do now is to go along for ride. She patted the large blue's shoulder in encouragement and watched as he dropped off the ledge and into a glide. Then, she turned to make her way to the flight room. 



Re: Proddy In A New Land: Attn; B'lys / any chasers

Adrienne <adrienne142003@...>
 

Fioxth liked it a lot at Arolos. Plenty of lovely lady greens, no one around to upset his too much.  Yes perfect and when he heard the call of the green he couldn't resist. He did vaguely recogninze her from somewhere but that wasn't important he blooded a herdbeast beside her ((Fly fast and far lovely!)) he said.

W'ufl felt the familiar feelings of lust soar in his body as he made his way to the flight rooms even with it he did notcie the green they were chasing was ridden by a male! It wasn't tha the didn't like males as much as females he just never admitted it and worse he felt like he knew the guy!



On Tuesday, November 19, 2013 4:12 PM, "kepheren@..." wrote:
 
B'lys had been trying to put it off...at least subconciously. He still felt out of sorts here in Arolos. The people had been kind enough, even if some of them seemed suspicious of him and the other refugees. He couldn't blame them to be honest but it was still hard to bear. It seemed he had never truly belonged anywhere and then to find out how he had been lied to and abused by the rebels in Fort....that had devastated him.

Now he was in a new wing in a new home and coming to terms with his new life. He still  worried about being accepted of course but it got a little easier every day. The stress had been hard on Numauth but she had been his strength and had supported him in the darkest of times. It was his turn now to let go a bit so she could follow her instincts.

"You picked a fine time to rise," he mumbled, speaking aloud to the green even though she was down at the pens gobbling down a herd beast. She could hear him though no matter how he chose to speak.

((It is time,)) she said in  voice filled with both excitement and desire. ((There are handsome mates for me here. I will fly!))

And with that she did even as he staggered towards the flight room. This much was the same in every Weyr he realized as the joy of Numauth's flight and the lust over took him. He just hoped he was ready for the first rising in a new home.

(Ooc: As I posted in the Ooc board B'lys' green Numauth is rising. The folks who volunteered, or anyone else for that matter can feel free to chase. I just wanted to give him some post time and play about with it a bit so we can see where it goes. :)  )



Re: Proddy In A New Land: Attn; B'lys / any chasers

Kevin M
 




On Tue, Nov 19, 2013 at 7:12 PM, <kepheren@...> wrote:
 

B'lys had been trying to put it off...at least subconciously. He still felt out of sorts here in Arolos. The people had been kind enough, even if some of them seemed suspicious of him and the other refugees. He couldn't blame them to be honest but it was still hard to bear. It seemed he had never truly belonged anywhere and then to find out how he had been lied to and abused by the rebels in Fort....that had devastated him.

Now he was in a new wing in a new home and coming to terms with his new life. He still  worried about being accepted of course but it got a little easier every day. The stress had been hard on Numauth but she had been his strength and had supported him in the darkest of times. It was his turn now to let go a bit so she could follow her instincts.

"You picked a fine time to rise," he mumbled, speaking aloud to the green even though she was down at the pens gobbling down a herd beast. She could hear him though no matter how he chose to speak.

((It is time,)) she said in  voice filled with both excitement and desire. ((There are handsome mates for me here. I will fly!))

And with that she did even as he staggered towards the flight room. This much was the same in every Weyr he realized as the joy of Numauth's flight and the lust over took him. He just hoped he was ready for the first rising in a new home.

(Ooc: As I posted in the Ooc board B'lys' green Numauth is rising. The folks who volunteered, or anyone else for that matter can feel free to chase. I just wanted to give him some post time and play about with it a bit so we can see where it goes. :)  )

 

((Numauth rises!)) Rhyth informed his rider, who let out a sigh.

((And I suppose you chase?)) Sh'ain asked, though amusement tinged his mindvoice.  He'd already started towards the flightrooms when the blue made the initial announcement.

((Of course.  She is a pretty green.))

((You say that about ALL the greens.))

((Well, they're all pretty!)) That elicited a chuckle from the bluerider.

((Fly well, love.  Good hunting.))

The large blue didn't respond, all his focus on the green crouched over a carcass.  ((How pretty you look, Numauth!  How fine we'll look twined together!)) he boasted.


(PROJECT) Whaddya Want Done? (ATTN: J'mich/Kassia)

Kevin M
 

J'mich had an idea - sort of - for what he wanted to do for this... Crafter... show... thingie.  Unfortunately, he didn't have a complete idea, or more accurately he needed to know what sort of thing the *Weyrwoman* wanted.

Which is why the greenrider found himself outside the Weyrwoman's office, trying not to look like some kind of psycho murderer to the guards.  "Er, is the Weyrwoman available?" he asked one of them.

OOC: And feel free to have them be not total strangers, if she would've asked him about continuing his carvings for the graduating Weyrlings *g*


Re: Arrival ((Attn: Kassia, Margana))

Laurie
 

Ever the gentleman, Tamalak went to get a chair from the corner at Kassia's direction.  Margana and Karla sat; Margana holding the envelope her transfer papers were in.  Unconsciously her hands were rolling them up, straightening them, and generally fiddling with them.  Realizing that she would, in the end, ruin them, she handed them to Kassia. 

"I believe I need to give these to you?" she said, glancing nervously at the bronze where sitting by the Weyrwoman's desk.  She was horrified to see Tamalak inching his way closer to the wher - a fascinated look on his face.  "Tam!" she hissed.  Realizing where she was, she turned back to Kassia.  "My apologies, Weyrwoman.  He seems to have an affinity for dragonkine.  _All_ dragonkind."


OOC:  I just went and read Kassia's novel, and I believe that if she sometimes did drudgework, she and Margana could have worked in the Lower Caverns together.


On Tue, Nov 19, 2013 at 5:15 AM, <sailyn2@...> wrote:
 


{{My rider and I thank you,}} Zlorenth replied to the watchdragon.  {{I'm going to the Rim,}} he informed his rider.  {{Don't worry about the bags, we'll get them later.}}  After Margana, Karla and Tamalak dismounted he leapt into the air to head to the Rim.
 
Margana would have held each of the twins' hands if she could have gotten away with it.  She was nervous - with good reason.  There was nothing that said they would have any warmer a welcome at Arolos than they had had at Ista...but hopefully...
 
All too soon she was at the Weyrwoman's quarters and took a deep breath.  "Here we go," she said - either to herself or to the twins - and knocked.  "Margana, rider of blue Zlorenth reporting for duty," she called.

~~~~

The guard on the door looked them over before letting them in.

Kass looked up from behind her desk as the trio entered. Brogan sat beside her desk watching with more concern than actual distrust. Still, the Callamere bronze was often intimidating enough just by being present.

"Fair skies," the Weyrwoman greeted. She gestured to the two seats on the other side of her desk. "Have a seat. Feel free to take a third chair from the small dining table in the corner as well. And tell me about yourselves." She glanced between the three of them. The twins (at least she assumed they were twins) looked old enough to speak for themselves. At least in a limited capacity.


OOC: Any reason that Kassia would likely know them by name (either from Fort or Ista)? I'm fine either way.



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

Rosiegirl
 

When the other didn't move away or move closer, Kinara took a couple of breaths to relax herself as she listened to Yaranna's instructions. As Kinara relaxed while still keeping all but her hands still, she nodded at the other's instructions and replied with "Cutting away, I remember that cause it just makes the most sense." Kinara fumbled a little as the tuber was repositioned, but quickly got it in the position it was being moved to. Pushing with her thumb, which was not how Kinara had been doing it before, Kinara gave a small shake of her head as she said "That just feels odd, pushing with my thumb like that." Kinara was focusing on the tuber in her hands in order to not think about the closeness of another person, and the surprising closeness of Yaranna behind her was gradually not feeling so sudden and she was more able to relax. 


On Tue, Nov 19, 2013 at 12:55 PM, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
 

Kinara, having fully expected the other woman to stand beside her and guide her hands, was caught by surprise when the other stepped behind her and reached around to grasp Kinara's hands. Managing not to flinch away, Kinara wasn't able to fully prepare herself for the closeness of the position and so couldn't help the way her back straightened and her shoulders tensed up. Nodding her head to the others words, and even feeling that the nod was a little stiff, Kinara replied "Right, nothing to worry about."

"Make sure you're cutting away from your body - most accidents happen when you're trying to cut towards yourself," Yaranna instructed, not seeming to notice her stiffness as she repositioned the tuber. "Hold it firmly between your fingers and use your thumb to push the knife - you see?"



Proddy In A New Land: Attn; B'lys / any chasers

kepheren
 

B'lys had been trying to put it off...at least subconciously. He still felt out of sorts here in Arolos. The people had been kind enough, even if some of them seemed suspicious of him and the other refugees. He couldn't blame them to be honest but it was still hard to bear. It seemed he had never truly belonged anywhere and then to find out how he had been lied to and abused by the rebels in Fort....that had devastated him.

Now he was in a new wing in a new home and coming to terms with his new life. He still  worried about being accepted of course but it got a little easier every day. The stress had been hard on Numauth but she had been his strength and had supported him in the darkest of times. It was his turn now to let go a bit so she could follow her instincts.

"You picked a fine time to rise," he mumbled, speaking aloud to the green even though she was down at the pens gobbling down a herd beast. She could hear him though no matter how he chose to speak.

((It is time,)) she said in  voice filled with both excitement and desire. ((There are handsome mates for me here. I will fly!))

And with that she did even as he staggered towards the flight room. This much was the same in every Weyr he realized as the joy of Numauth's flight and the lust over took him. He just hoped he was ready for the first rising in a new home.

(Ooc: As I posted in the Ooc board B'lys' green Numauth is rising. The folks who volunteered, or anyone else for that matter can feel free to chase. I just wanted to give him some post time and play about with it a bit so we can see where it goes. :)  )


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

Rosiegirl
 

Giving a small shake of her head as Do'zer's first words, when he was finished Kinara replied with "Oh, you aren't being indelicate at all, Sir. It's a fair question. It's not like I'm a younger girl trying to become a candidate who doesn't have a child. Yes, she actually made it out of Fort before I did, and we met up here once I managed to be able to leave Fort. It was a very bad time, that is true, but she was cared for when we were separated and has since then been sufficiently reassured that a separation like that wouldn't happen again." 

Pausing to consider his other worry about time management, Kinara nodded her head saying "Yes Sir, I believe I can. I don't have a craft to take up my time, only Melody, my daughter, who has another person in her life besides me who can care for her. She'll miss me, of course, during the possible weyrling separation that I know is necessary should I be lucky enough to impress, but she'll do ok until I can see her on breaks and rest days- she's got other family around her."

After another pause, Kinara said with a softer and more sincere tone "Ultimately I'm not just wanting to be a candidate for me or my possible future dragon, but also for her. To show her when she gets older not to give up on what she wants, even if the path to her goal is hard to follow and filled with sudden pitfalls."

((OOC: No worries. *grins* And btw, Kinara doesn't mean actual blood family (being an orphan herself), but people who are close enough for Melody to consider family. ))


On Tue, Nov 19, 2013 at 12:55 PM, <kepheren@...> wrote:
 

 

Do'zer listened patiently and smiled to encourage her to continue as Kinara spoke. His attention piqued a bit at the mention of a daughter. Being a candidate didn't allow for much of a family life for a parent. Much less so for a weyrling should she be lucky enough to Impress. Doing the math though he could tell that if she had a baby at 19 and was 22 now then some accommodation must have been made....especially if she had still been a candidate at Fort.
 
"I hope that I don't sound indelicate but has your child come to Arolos as well? Understandably there has been a lot of turmoil over everything that has happened at Fort. Do you think you can devote the time needed to possibly become a weyrling one day?"
 
He assumed the answer was yes but he waited patiently to see what she would say.
 
(Ooc: Sorry for the delay. I was a goober and forgot that this was in the main board instead of on the candidates board. Been watching over there for your reply. *doh*) 



Re: A Golden Opportunity: Attn: Kassia / Khezhar

kepheren
 

 



 Khezhar's eyes took in everything as he was guided through the Weyr towards Kassia's office. He had heard tales of Arolos and some of the things that had happened here. Quite the checkered past, even by his standards.

Eventually they made their way to the Weyrwoman's office. His gaze darted for a split second to the Wher on guard. It only took that second for him to asses how well trained, and how dangerous, the creature was. An expression that showed equal parts of admiration and envy passed across his face before he took his seat.

"Thank you Ma'am. It is very kind of you to receive me on such short notice. I'll not waste your time then. You expressed an interest in sponsoring craftsmen who had ideas that might help the operations of the Weyr. I've brought a couple of ideas I had to see if you would be interested."


(PROJECT) Ideas, Anyone? Attn Trainee/Candidate Kitcheneers

Laura Walker
 

Yaranna had quite naturally landed in the role of looking after the newer and younger members of the kitchens. While, at 23, she wasn't all that much older than them she'd had a childhood of helping with younger siblings that left her comfortable with them.

She liked overseeing the time they spent in the small experimental kitchen off the main kitchens too. It was stocked with a good supply of all staples, and then, in addition, whatever needed using before it went off. At this time of the turn that was frequently soft fruit - it arrived by the wagonload and didn't last long in the heat. A few hours a week, and as much of their own free time as they wanted could be spent playing around in there creating new recipes which were frequently disasterous but occasionally wonderful.

"So," she said pleasantly, "has anyone any ideas of things they'd like to work on for the Skills show?"

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Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
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