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Queuing for Breakfast - Second Day of the #medhunt (ATTN: Anybody!) #medhunt

Jenna Cunningham
 

He stood barefoot on the warm sands, working his toes under the soft grit of the cavern floor. 
 
The murky egg ahead of him split with an audible crack, fluid seeping from the wound; the dragon spilled out in a heap, nose over tail. One wing caught on a sharp fragment of eggshell, twisted painfully, and the dragon bellowed, wrenching away. 
 
The world ground to a syrupy slowness. He felt his each individual beat of his heart hammer in his chest. 
 
Then, guilt pushed him into action.
 
He ran to help the dragon, kicking in the egg to shatter it into smaller pieces, and reached out to try and free the wing, when something heavy hit him across the chest. Something wet and hot spilled down across the shredded front of his uniform. Pain. The little dragon was lurching at him, jaws snapping, eyes wild. 
 
I love you, it was screaming at him. I love you, I love you, I love you.
 
He went down under the claws and body of the creature as it screamed at him, trying to shield his face, and something hit him hard across the throat --
 
Asheran jolted awake with a muted yelp, tearing at his neck, where a thorn from one of the weeds he'd rolled over on had dug into the skin.
 
He sat up, pulse racing, and looked around wildly. Then, as he recognised the unfamiliar treetops overhead and the smell of dirt below him, he relaxed.
 
It was early morning on the second day of the medical supply run.
 
As Asheran stood, he noticed that he had rolled over in his sleep and crushed the little white flower he'd found the day before. He stooped, picked it up, pocketed the bruised petals, then trudged blearily back to the clearing to get a crust of bread to start the day. Those still manning the stewpots looked as exhausted as he felt. He didn't blame them. He had seen things on the way there for dinner last evening that had drove him deeper into the woods out of embarrassment, away from the revelry, mildly uncomfortable and intensely lonely.

That discomfort had followed him through his restless dreams. 

He rubbed at his neck again, wincing, then joined the queue for a cuppa, a bit of bread, and leftover stew from the night before.

Maybe he'd spot someone in the line he could talk to. That would snap him out of his funk.

If not, then there was always the klah.


Re: Hear Me ROAR (Neffeyn, any)

Cassandra Coogan
 

Fl’kol looked out at the greenrider pair with a sigh. Nifureeth gave arumble of almost amusement, the bronzes dark hide indistinguishable from the rocks where he was settled in the just dawn light. 

((You have my attention Aryorath)) he bespoke in an almost rumbling purr. ((Do see if you can keep it.))

Ooc: well they are Watchrider pair lol. 


On Sunday, August 12, 2018, Mya L. R. <mleesan@...> wrote:
OOC: I'd say this would be happening shortly after the medhunt.
IC:
Light made its first appearance for the day behind the Rim.  The light grew brighter, Rukbat began peeking over the Rim and, with it, a green form appeared from *between* over the Weyr.  The moment the Weyr came into view under them, the green let out a loud bellow sending to any dragon awake to hear her.  {{ATTENTION WATCHRIDER DRAGON...among others...YOUR NEWEST PROTECTORS HAVE MADE THEIR ENTRANCE!  Ar-YOR-ath requests YOUR permission to land and seek out what Evils we'll be facing next.  And don't forgot that name for I'm sure you'll hear it again!}}

Neffeyn cocked his head to one side, hearing every word his green uttered and couldn't help poking her hide.  [[I suppose I only said 'don't wake any unnecessary peeps before we leave...']]  He sent with a hint of amusement before turning his gaze onto the Weyr below them checking out the sights from above.  Many would, no doubt, look different from the ground, but this was their new home.  He'd need to know both from the air and from the ground landmarks.  Though hopefully he'd not be learning them too fast.

{{You needn't worry, Mine.  I bespoke those who were awake...if anyone woke from that anyway...well they must not have been all that asleep.}}  Aryorath assured him as she banked into another circle, falling silent as her attention turned back onto the Watchrider's dragon obviously receiving a reply.  {{We shall now land.  Thank you very much for your hasty response.  Mine, hang on!}}  The malachite green figure drew in her wings, diving down rapidly toward the ground, banking slightly toward a clear spot.  Then her wings snapped open pulling herself up for a more controlled landing. 


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Re: Despair on the Wings of a flit. (Alyx/ Cremsden)

Alyx
 

"Well I am willing to try. But other than those spots we've not had much come in lately. But when we do, I usually find a reason to go chat with them. See how long it's been there, what they did previously. I've got so many notes. About how different things have reacted to different treatments." Her fingers tapped the table top in a slow tempo, as if she was thinking about something. "I've actually been thinking about some new treatments for oily skin. There's this plant near where I grew up that I have been curious about. It smells strong, and when it is on your skin, it dries it out."

On Sat, Aug 11, 2018 at 3:02 PM, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:


"No, not yet. I don't really want to, well experiment on someone without informed consent and all. And most lay folks wouldn't know I cannot be sure it will work. I'd hate to get someone's hopes up, only for a treatment not to work, or even make it worse." She shrugged a little and picked up the mug, sipping the beverage carefully.


"So, you're just going to wait and hope that one of the staff here happens to come down with a corresponding illness before you hit thirty?" Cremsden raised his eyebrows at her. "Actually using a treatment on patients is usually required pre-submission you know. If you don't believe your patient will understand the risks it is your job to explain it in a way you will understand." 

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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.



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Have fun with any of my characters. Alyx, Lerian (candidates), Vayka (Healer), J'hen, D'vik, Teyra, Cotai (Riders), Rotasta (AWLM)


Re: Hi, hi, hi! Wanna Play?(Teyra/Tyren/R'tal) #medhunt

Alyx
 

Teyra clutched at the tree as it creaked and groaned under the assault. This tree wasn't sturdy enough to climb further up, to where Stakarth could pick her up, and there was no where open enough for the green to land. And the wher's person was 'busy' great..just great. Teyra took a deep breath, trying not to panic, panic didn't solve anything. But she really wished the wher would just go. Wait...Tal?

"What's your person's name again?"

On Sat, Aug 11, 2018 at 2:51 PM, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

Okay, now what? The young green rider was thinking to herself, she held onto the branch she was on. Thankfully she was pretty agile, and didn't much mind getting banged up. 

"Uh, no, thanks though, maybe you ought to find your person to play with?"

((Tal busy,)) Tyren explained, sounding plaintive about it. He scrabbled again at the tree, actually managing to get a few inches off the ground this time. The tree made an unhappy cracking noise.
 
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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.



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Have fun with any of my characters. Alyx, Lerian (candidates), Vayka (Healer), J'hen, D'vik, Teyra, Cotai (Riders), Rotasta (AWLM)


Re: What will I be? (Attn: Cremsden, Jerronila)

Rabble Rabble
 

Jerronila took advantage of the silence to eat, and once That Pastry was gone she slowed down to a normal pace to eat the things more like a normal meal. 
Her eyes flicked up to the journeyman and away as she chewed slowly. 


Hear Me ROAR (Neffeyn, any)

Mya L. R.
 

OOC: I'd say this would be happening shortly after the medhunt.
IC:
Light made its first appearance for the day behind the Rim.  The light grew brighter, Rukbat began peeking over the Rim and, with it, a green form appeared from *between* over the Weyr.  The moment the Weyr came into view under them, the green let out a loud bellow sending to any dragon awake to hear her.  {{ATTENTION WATCHRIDER DRAGON...among others...YOUR NEWEST PROTECTORS HAVE MADE THEIR ENTRANCE!  Ar-YOR-ath requests YOUR permission to land and seek out what Evils we'll be facing next.  And don't forgot that name for I'm sure you'll hear it again!}}

Neffeyn cocked his head to one side, hearing every word his green uttered and couldn't help poking her hide.  [[I suppose I only said 'don't wake any unnecessary peeps before we leave...']]  He sent with a hint of amusement before turning his gaze onto the Weyr below them checking out the sights from above.  Many would, no doubt, look different from the ground, but this was their new home.  He'd need to know both from the air and from the ground landmarks.  Though hopefully he'd not be learning them too fast.

{{You needn't worry, Mine.  I bespoke those who were awake...if anyone woke from that anyway...well they must not have been all that asleep.}}  Aryorath assured him as she banked into another circle, falling silent as her attention turned back onto the Watchrider's dragon obviously receiving a reply.  {{We shall now land.  Thank you very much for your hasty response.  Mine, hang on!}}  The malachite green figure drew in her wings, diving down rapidly toward the ground, banking slightly toward a clear spot.  Then her wings snapped open pulling herself up for a more controlled landing. 


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Re: Fancy Seeing You Here Attn Zy'fen

Laura Walker
 


Zy'fen and Nerenth took wing after thr younger pair, and circled in a different direction, seeking a place to go that was away from the other activity. They turned when Robith pointed out the lake, ((We see it....Do you think I need a bath?)) Nerenth didnt think so, his Zy'fen had been good about removing all the dust from his hide. But maybe....
 They circled toward the lake the others had found, and Nerenth mentally queried Zy ((Do you think I need a bath?))

Of course Robith passed that back to his rider and J'lin was laughing; the hand over his face not entirely hiding it as they landed.

((You shouldn't tease.))
((Anyone normal would have known I was joking!)) Robith protested as J'lin attempted to look a little more sober. It didn't work; little snorts of laughter kept escaping.



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: What will I be? (Attn: Cremsden, Jerronila)

Laura Walker
 



"Are there?" Jerronila said, a finger tapping against the back of her other hand. 
"This herdbeast is very nice." She said, clumsily attempting to change the subject. 

Cremsden looked at her for a long moment, and didn't hide that that was what he was doing. It was a very long searching look which left a long awkward silence waiting for someone to fill it. 



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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: Despair on the Wings of a flit. (Alyx/ Cremsden)

Laura Walker
 



"No, not yet. I don't really want to, well experiment on someone without informed consent and all. And most lay folks wouldn't know I cannot be sure it will work. I'd hate to get someone's hopes up, only for a treatment not to work, or even make it worse." She shrugged a little and picked up the mug, sipping the beverage carefully.


"So, you're just going to wait and hope that one of the staff here happens to come down with a corresponding illness before you hit thirty?" Cremsden raised his eyebrows at her. "Actually using a treatment on patients is usually required pre-submission you know. If you don't believe your patient will understand the risks it is your job to explain it in a way you will understand." 

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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: Hi, hi, hi! Wanna Play?(Teyra/Tyren/R'tal) #medhunt

Laura Walker
 


Okay, now what? The young green rider was thinking to herself, she held onto the branch she was on. Thankfully she was pretty agile, and didn't much mind getting banged up. 

"Uh, no, thanks though, maybe you ought to find your person to play with?"

((Tal busy,)) Tyren explained, sounding plaintive about it. He scrabbled again at the tree, actually managing to get a few inches off the ground this time. The tree made an unhappy cracking noise.
 
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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: Hiding in plain sight, sitting on a treasure trove. (Tyne/Cremsden) @Lynn#6042

Laura Walker
 


At the mention of the crochety blue, Tyne absently rubbed the reminder of the blue's bad temper left on her hand. "I've not seen him in ages." She looked concerned for a moment and then her face brightened as she scrambled to her feet. "I could send Bobbin and Cairn to find him if you like! They could fly around and tell me if they see him!"

"Would you?" And Cremsden too brightened, suddenly hopeful. "I've been walking around looking but-- you know, he doesn't always come when I call if he doesn't feel like it and there's a lot of ground to cover."

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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: (WIND) It's Raining Flits (Attn: Tyne) R'zzon

Nutmeg
 

Tyne sat back and beamed at R'zzon. "She likes you. That's one of their happy noises." It didn't take long to dab away the rest of the ichor staining her flanks and it looked like the more serious bleeding was slowing to a halt. Bobbin continued providing food, as much as was necessary.

"She isn't very long, I would say she hasn't hatched long ago at all. I'm amazed she didn't just between away the moment she hit you. I'll be surprised if she goes anywhere now though, at the very least you likely have a green shadow following you around."

On Sun, Jul 29, 2018 at 5:11 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Dragonhealer meant Master Larsin. Who may or may not yell at him for the state Windy was in when he brought her to him, but who would surely understand the situation once it was explained.

Windy, for her part, was gobbling the meat as soon as it was given to her, though it seemed that it wasn't fast enough.  But she was a green, and Bobbin was a gold, so she wasn't going to say anything.  In between chunks of dried wherry she drank a lot of water.

"Yes, I will definitely take her to the dragonhealers. With it being Fall, though, I know they were concentrating on fixing dragons, not flits."  He scratched Windy's head and she made a sound that almost seemed like a purr.  Or a breeze blowing through the trees.

"Thank you."

On Fri, Jul 6, 2018 at 5:30 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
If anyone were to ask her, tomorrow maybe, it felt like pushing a huge boulder up a steep hill. At times it felt like she was slipping down again, but she was determined to push it over the summit. Her jaw clenched with the effort of maintaining the emotional onslaught she doused the tiny flit with. Tyne's face was contorted with the intensity of her concentration and Bobbin's own humming seemed to magnify.

She was so tiny, and it felt as though, at times, that she was a mere breath away from vanishing altogether.

Eventually though, the calm seemed to break through and with it came a torrent of relief as she all but collapsed into the chair behind her. It felt as though the worst was past and Bobbin scurried across to the green, warbling and crooning with worried affection.

"She'll need to see a Dragonhealer," Tyne managed, wiping away the sweat the felt as though it was streaming into her eyes. "If you grab some of those clean cloths and press them to her wounds, you want to try and slow down any bleeding." Fumbling in the box, she pulled out a small pouch and pushed it to Bobbin. "You'll need to help her, sweeetling." And Bobbin did, pulling out the thick, meaty chunks of dried wherry and pushing bits towards the little green.

On Tue, Apr 10, 2018 at 12:23 PM, Laurie Hicks Laurie.Lynne@... [ArolosWeyr] <ArolosWeyr@...> wrote:
 

Panagath did his own flit-whispering, talking little Windy through the pain.  {{It will stop hurting soon, little one,}} he kept saying over and over.

R'zzon gently held the little green as she greedily drank the water.  Loosing as much blood as she probably had, she definitely needed the drink.  She looked at Bobbin pitifully, radiating hunger.  The queen fire lizard was, to her, her best bet for getting fed.

"OK sweetie, you're not going to like this," R'zzon said.  Panagath echoed him, still holding onto calm healing thoughts as R'zzon poured the redwort over her.  

She shrieked in pain, but settled down again at all the calm being projected her way.  Maybe it didn't hurt as badly as she thought it did, she seemed to be telling herself.  R'zzon patted her dry, then pulled his had back noting the scratches she had given him.  How often did someone get scratched and at the same time treated with the antiseptic as they were being injured?

Windy craned her neck out again towards the water and warbled pitifully, so R'zzon moved the water dish closer to her so she could drink once again.

"So, what do you think?" he asked Tyne, impressed with her flit-talking abilities.

On Mon, Feb 19, 2018 at 2:40 PM, Nutmeg nutmeg.witch@... [ArolosWeyr] <ArolosWeyr@...> wrote:
 

At Tyne's own encouragement, Bobbin kept up her calming, thrumming croon. It was pleasant sound to hear, even for human ears. "The water stings, that's why they struggle. Like when we wash out a cut, it hurts. Let her drink what she needs then pat her dry with this." Tyne passed over a small, soft rag. "You'll be just fine, lovely - we're going to get you some food when all of this is over and you can have a nice sleep." And then they'd figure out what to do with her, but that would come later. Sitting next to R'zzon she poured a little redwort into a jug of water before submerging a cloth in it. Safe, safe here. Good. She continued to push out that feeling, that reassurance. Later she would no doubt have a headache but that could be dealt with.

"When you're done with that, sit her in the clean dish, you're going to need to pour this over her. She won't like it, it will hurt and she will probably lash out. She's got teeth and claws and she won't be afraid to use them - but I will be here and Bobbin is calming her too. Hopefully you won't be too bloodied." Her voice was calm and matter of fact, no trace of caution or whispery quietness. She was going to need to push hard and push she did, Bobbin doing the same as she used her gold's ability to stop the flit from betweening away.

On Sat, Jan 27, 2018 at 1:19 AM, Laurie Hicks Laurie.Lynne@... [ArolosWeyr] <ArolosWeyr@...> wrote:
 

R'zzon held the little flit - he'd started calling her Windy in his head - and also radiated calm and safety to her while watching Tyne efficiently gather things together.  He wondered if she'd be willing to work in the Dragon Infirmary - Master Larsin was constantly complaining about how inefficient his apprentices and journeymen were.  He wondered what he would think of Tyne.  Windy turned her head to watch the goings on, then looked back at R'zzon as if she trusted him.  When Bobbin began to croon, she visibly relaxed.

"Come on, little Windy, let's get you cleaned up," he said as he lowered her into the water.  She started to struggle a bit, then stopped again at Bobbin's and Cairn's urgings..  Being a rider, R'zzon was used to cleaning scores, but firelizards were so tiny.  He was also hard put to keep her from trying to drink the dirty bathwater.  When she was clean and he'd toweled her off, he pulled over another small bowl and poured water in it.  "She's thirsty," he explained sheepishly.  "Probably hungry too."



On Tue, Jan 23, 2018 at 5:25 PM, Nutmeg nutmeg.witch@... [ArolosWeyr] <ArolosWeyr@...> wrote:
 

"Table." She pointed at the small table she and Idri shared to eat at. The tiredness might be gnawing at her brain but right now, she had something to focus on and it brought her to life. Bustling around, she went into a cupboard and pulled out a small workbox.... It was her "emergency repair" box. But for her winged friends.. "Bobbin, can you help too, please?" She hadn't needed to say it verbally, but that way she was telling R'zzon what was going on. Bobbin and Cairn had been watching the disturbance with worried orange whirling in their eyes. Without a second glance, Bobbin settled herself on the back of one of the chairs pushed under the table and tucked her wings to her side. She began to trill, a low, reverberating croon that was immensely comforting to hear. Safe, she reassured the green, dropping a blanket of reassurance and gold-induced calm. 

"Cairn." It was all she had to say, the bronze was suddenly darting around the room like a mad fly, snatching things from shelves and dropping them at the table. A pouch of rags, what looked like a jar of salve and other small tools and items. Aaru kept out of the way, resuming her sentry's perch in the rafters and scuttling back and forth. If Bobbin needed her to do anything, it would be done in a heartbeat.

Grabbing a large bowl, Tyne filled it with water and brought it to the table, setting it down directly in front of R'zzon. "You need to immerse her first, make sure there's nothing left on her," she told R'zzon, her face drawn with worry. The flit in his hands didn't look very old at all. Safe.. She reassured alongside Bobbin. Friends. Safe.  Tyne wouldn't have been able to explain how she put that into... well, emotion. If she really REALLY had to describe it explicit detail, she might compare it to the way a Candidate radiated hope and encouragement to a dragonet at a Hatching. But she didn't like to go down that comparison, for obvious reasons. It made her skin crawl.

Now was the moment of truth. All she and Bobbin could do was impress on the little green just how important it was she stay and that what they were doing, they were doing to help.


On Tue, Jan 23, 2018 at 1:19 AM, Laurie Hicks Laurie.Lynne@... [ArolosWeyr] <ArolosWeyr@yahoogroups..com> wrote:
 

"I rotated out," R'zzon said.  "Fall was almost over, our Wing wasn't hit as badly as some others, so I took the chance to bring this little girl here."  He looked down at the firelizard, and she mewled pitifully, almost sounding like a feline.

"Fall was bad, and I doubt that Master Larsin would appreciate me 'wasting' one of his apprentice's time fixing her up."  He gave Tyne a sad look.  "Do you think you can help her?"

On Sat, Jan 20, 2018 at 8:18 AM, Nutmeg nutmeg.witch@... [ArolosWeyr] <ArolosWeyr@...> wrote:
 

Aaru inspected R'zzon, and his... friend. The oddly silent firelizard sat there a second or two before vanishing again. A few minutes later, the door latch was heard rattling and Tyne's dark eyes, heavily shadowed, could be seen peering around the corner of the door.. "R'zzon?" she asked, looking genuinely confused for a moment. "Shouldn't you be flying Fall?" Then her eyes settled on the tiny, bleeding bundle in the Rider's hands and her eyes widened...... "Where did you get that?" she exclaimed, opening the door widely and stepping out into the tunnel. Bobbin was there in an instant, her curiosity piqued by Tyne's own.

"Come in, come in!" Tyne stepped aside, gesturing for R'zzon to come into her quarters.

On Sat, Jan 13, 2018 at 2:29 AM, Laurie Hicks Laurie.Lynne@... [ArolosWeyr] <ArolosWeyr@...> wrote:
 

"Hello there, uh...Aaru, isn't it?" R'zzon said, cradling the hurt firelizard.  "Is Tyne about?  This little girl needs some help."  He showed Aaru the green, and calmed her down when she started to struggle.  "Shhhhh, little one," he said.  "We're getting you help."

If this had been any other day, he probably would have gone straight to the Dragonhealers.  But they were all busy with hurt dragons.

On Fri, Jan 12, 2018 at 9:02 AM, Nutmeg nutmeg.witch@... [ArolosWeyr] <ArolosWeyr@...> wrote:
 

OoC: I'm not going to lie, I laughed at the mental image of a flit clinging to someone's head xD I'm assuming this is set the day after Tyne's wooble.

IC: When the shout had gone up for the dragons to get ready to fly, Idri had put on her sternest face and told Tyne that she was to stay inside for the rest of the day. Idri had agreed to help in the Infirmary, feeling that an extra set of hands was more than likely going to be appreciated. She had come back from a nightshift in the early hours of the morning and had found Tyne fast asleep. She had no idea that her charge had... had a moment and had collapsed into her furs for a few hours rest herself. She noticed that Tyne had seemed a bit quiet but her charge had reassured her that she would be fine on her own and that she wouldn't be going anywhere.

That hadn't been a lie. Exhausted from her upset during the night, when Idri had left for her shift, Tyne had locked the door behind her and promptly curled herself up on the couch with a blanket over her lap. Both Cairn and Bobbin were curled up in her lap, twined up with each other into a ball of soft hide. She had recently take up learning to knit, not that it was going especially well, but it gave her something to focus on that wasn't her own silence. It was quietly comforting. And a quiet day was just what she needed. The heavy curtains that helped to block out the sounds were up and they did indeed help to muffle the sounds of the outside. It hadn't stopped her wincing when the unmistakable sound of injured dragons coming down permeated the thick material. She still hated that sound and it still made her stomach knot up with anxious nausea. 

It was under control though. And the tiny drop of diluted fellis in her klah was helping as well. She knew that Idri had slipped it in, thinking that Tyne hadn't noticed. But she had. And she appreciated the fact that it continued to take the edge off things. It blurred the edges. And it helped.

So there she was, curled up on her couch, brow furrowed in concentration as she tried to master her newest project, a cushion cover and trying to keep her ears closed to the noises outside. It was Aaru who noticed that someone was headed their way, the green perking her head up with a loud cheep from where she snoozed up in the rafters. The inquisitive green scuttled down and sat on the back of a chair, her tiny eyes fixed on the door before she vanished only to pop up outside. Fastening herself to the door frame, the green peered around. She was sure she had heard someone coming.

On Thu, Jan 11, 2018 at 1:30 AM, Laurie Hicks Laurie.Lynne@... [ArolosWeyr] <ArolosWeyr@...> wrote:
 

Threadfall Generator:  MidFall you will feel something drop onto your head and cling there. Upon examination you will discover it is a badly-injured but still living wild green firelizard..


Fall was going pretty much like R'zzon had expected.  Thread being buffeted everywhere, riders doing their best to get the Thread while not flaming themselves or others.  But they were handling it.  The whole Weyr was handling it, and R'zzon was proud to be a part of Arolos.

[[You doing OK, Pan?]] R'zzon asked.

{{Yes.  The wind is strong, but we're stonger,}} Panagath responded, signalling and flaming another tangle.

[[Good.  That's....oof! What was that?]]  R'zzon gingerly reached up to find out what had hit him on the head.  Gingerly, because he hoped it wasn't a Thread pod.  Whatever it was moved, and he yanked his hand back.

{{What's wrong?}}

[[Something's on my head,]] R'zzon said, reaching up again.  Panagath risked a quick look at his rider and burst out laughing.

[[What?]]

{{There's a firelizard hanging onto your head for dear life,}} Pan said.  {{I think it's hurt.}}

R'zzon reached up again, this time with both hands and pulled the flit off of his head.  Not without some trouble - if his helmet hadn't been fastened on as well as it was, he would have lost that to the claws hanging on for dear life.  But, he was finally able to get it off and had it cradled in his arms.

The little green firelizard - at least, he thought she was green - she was more of a pale teal - gazed at him with wide eyes.  He realized that she was still young, she was scared, and she was hurt.  There was a deep score in her side, and she was bleeding.

Cursing under his breath, R'zzon made an executive decision and unwrapped his scarf from his face.  If he ate a few bugs, so be it.  He wrapped her in the scarf, then unfastened his jacket and  put her in, then closed it back up again.  "Sorry, little one," he said, "we have Thread to fight."

He and Panagath continued to fight Thread until Fall was over, then went back to the Weyr with the rest of his wing.  He took Pan's harness off and sent him to the lake - with luck, there would be some enterprising Candidates there willing to bathe dragons who's riders were busy elsewhere - and immediately went to find Tyne.  If anyone could help a hurt and scared firelizard, it would be his Tyne.




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Florcott on AIM.

I'm sometimes slow and have the memory of a sieve at times, so don't hesitate to poke me if you think you've been forgotten!





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Florcott on AIM.

I'm sometimes slow and have the memory of a sieve at times, so don't hesitate to poke me if you think you've been forgotten!





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Re: I have a question (attn F'gan / Ishkana)

Lindsay
 

She sat and thought about it for a while. She had sometimes wondered why she had one blue eye and one brown, now perhaps she had a better idea. Ishkana shrugged it aside for the moment. "So... what do we do now? Does your dragon know?"

On 11 August 2018 at 19:13, Yvonne <kaliangelkat@...> wrote:
F'gan chuckled. "Its more likely then it is not. You look darn near a mirror to me in many ways. You're eyes are from me, plain as I can tell." he tells her with a smile.




Re: I have a question (attn F'gan / Ishkana)

Yvonne
 

F'gan chuckled. "Its more likely then it is not. You look darn near a mirror to me in many ways. You're eyes are from me, plain as I can tell." he tells her with a smile.



Re: I have a question (attn F'gan / Ishkana)

Lindsay
 

Nodding slowly in reply, Ishkana sighed. "Yes, that's what I wanted to know. If it was possible." She didn't know how she felt about it. It had been Turns since she'd had any kind of close family and it was a strange concept to her. Aunts, uncles, cousins, distant cousins, she had all of those. Not a parent. And was it likely? The way her uncle had spoken, what little snippets she'd managed to overhear, didn't really help. She knew that her mother had supposedly disgraced herself but didn't know if it was with one man or many. "What do you think the chances are? Do I look anything like you?"

On 11 August 2018 at 18:39, Yvonne <kaliangelkat@...> wrote:
"Any chance of what dear? That I am your father? Its possible yes." he told her. He was not going to beat around the bush nor was he going to paint it rose colors.





Re: I have a question (attn F'gan / Ishkana)

Yvonne
 

"Any chance of what dear? That I am your father? Its possible yes." he told her. He was not going to beat around the bush nor was he going to paint it rose colors.




Re: I have a question (attn F'gan / Ishkana)

Lindsay
 

Well, Ishkana knew how long babies took. So it was possible that... she had to admit it to herself. This man, that she'd never met before coming to the Weyr, could potentially be, might be intimately related to... Shard it, Ishkana, she exclaimed in her head. Face up to it! He could be your father! She fidgeted and rubbed her nose. "Do you think..." she started then paused, and shook her head. "Is there any chance...?"


On 11 August 2018 at 18:24, Yvonne <kaliangelkat@...> wrote:
F'gan watched her and sighed softly. He knew that she was not comfortable talking about the possibility that her mother had relations with him or any other man on Pern. Shells! He missed her and for the umpteenth time had wished that they had not had to part. Duty, Mine, is an odd, but needful thing. Nit said hoping to calm him down.

"Sorry that makes you uncomfortable, but without it, you would not be here let alone any of us and its a natural thing really. I think it was around the seventh month of the fourteenth Turn, but my memory could be foggy. I left her because I had to fight Thread....." he told her softly.




Re: I have a question (attn F'gan / Ishkana)

Yvonne
 

F'gan watched her and sighed softly. He knew that she was not comfortable talking about the possibility that her mother had relations with him or any other man on Pern. Shells! He missed her and for the umpteenth time had wished that they had not had to part. Duty, Mine, is an odd, but needful thing. Nit said hoping to calm him down.

"Sorry that makes you uncomfortable, but without it, you would not be here let alone any of us and its a natural thing really. I think it was around the seventh month of the fourteenth Turn, but my memory could be foggy. I left her because I had to fight Thread....." he told her softly.



Re: I have a question (attn F'gan / Ishkana)

Lindsay
 

Ishkana blinked slowly. There was an age you got to when you realised that at some point, in order for you to exist, your mother must have had a lover. It was an odd thing to think about. But was there any chance that this rider could be... No, surely not. But there was the necklace! Why had her mother given it to her? "I... don't know what to say. I mean... I don't know what I mean. When precisely, to the month, was the last time you saw her?" It might seem like an odd question but cogs were turning in the young woman's brain.

On 11 August 2018 at 18:00, Yvonne <kaliangelkat@...> wrote:
F'gan let out a soft laugh. "Yes we were. Very much more."




Re: What's the news? (attn Ok'lin / T'od)

Lindsay
 

T'od vaguely remembered about the lad. Perhaps there was a really great advantage that in general Awsonth didn't get involved in many flights. It meant that the majority of partners T'od had had were... willing wasn't the word, but it meant that the woman had chosen *him* rather than the green dragon choosing the bronze. "12 eh... How did he take that advice?" He remembered himself at 12, just reaching puberty and starting to have the usual hormonal distractions. "Has he shown any interest at all in our other craft?" He meant woodcraft, as he and Ok'lin both had a background in it.

On 11 August 2018 at 09:44, Cassandra <dragonmagic16@...> wrote:

“Well you know I had a son right? He was fostered but I still made sure he was fine.  We even have a sort of relationship now, getting to know him and all that.”  Ok’lin snorted, “he’s 12 and talking about being a candidate, I’ve told him, Kalisi, that he should wait a bit.” He wasn’t all that keen on his 12 turn old experiencing the violence of flight even though he had been raised in the Weyr.

“My daughter is Okana.”  He gave a wry smile, “neither of them were on purpose though.  Flight babies, I don’t know if I’d ever chose to have a child.  I just chose to ask them to not kill them before they were born.”  He shrugged.


On Sat, Aug 11, 2018 at 6:05 PM Lindsay <alexeden1971@...> wrote:
T'od pretended to take a swing at Ok'lin when he started the whole avians and vtols routine, but laughed along with his friend. He couldn't picture the bronze rider as a parent. "What's she called?" he asked. He was a bit puzzled as to why, if the rider didn't want the child, she had allowed the pregnancy to continue, but he didn't want to stir up what might be painful memories. "I've never given any thought to having kids on purpose... "

On 10 August 2018 at 23:13, Cassandra <dragonmagic16@...> wrote:
Ok'lin winked at him, "well when a boy likes a girl..."  He started to laugh and ruined the whole thing though, "nah she's a flight baby.  She's about 4 turns now."  He smiled with some affection then sighed, " her mother was a rider, didn't want her."  He shrugged his shoulders, "I brought her back with me so I can make sure she's okay."  Him attached to another person? Sure as long as it was HIS child he guessed.

On Fri, Aug 10, 2018 at 8:19 PM Lindsay <alexeden1971@...> wrote:
"Yeah, the weyrlings make me feel ancient sometimes!" T'od then rocked back on his chair in surprise, "You? A kid? How'd that happen?"

On 7 August 2018 at 21:08, Cassandra <dragonmagic16@...> wrote:

“I don’t think I’d have the patience for the young ones on a full time basis.”  Ok’lin admitted.  He didn’t mind them in small doses, the candidates and the weyrlings, but full time? Even Zingiberth would shudder at the thought.  A sudden smile touched his lips as he looked at T’od.  “Who ever thought we would be the old men we are eh?”  He knew he was on the older side for a dragonrider and in truth he hadn’t thought he would ever get this far.  “A few months.”  He shrugged, “just trying to get my kid settled so haven’t been showing my face much.”


On Wed, Aug 8, 2018 at 2:45 AM Lindsay <alexeden1971@...> wrote:
"It's those months of both being weyrlings," T'od chuckled. "I saw you at the klah pot often enough when Zingiberth first hatched, you looked like death warmed up!" Nodding as Ok'lin mentioned needing a change, he eased himself slightly downwards in his chair, elbow on the table. "Yeah, some of the time we still do. Awsonth... isn't as physically fit as he'd like to be, and we've both taken a share of injuries, so we tend to do a lot of the ground-based stuff like paperwork rather than handling many lessons. It keeps our hand in for now, and Awsonth still gets to speak to the weyrlings on occasion." He looked away for a moment, sighing, then back to Ok'lin. "So have you been back long?"

On 6 August 2018 at 21:45, Cassandra <dragonmagic16@...> wrote:
“How do you even remember how I take it?” O’klin asked as he took the mug from him with a smirk, “you got a secret crush on me T’od.”  It was said with a teasing voice as he fell back into the easy friendship that they had had before he had left so suddenly.  Sighing he rubbed the back of his neck then shrugged a shoulder, “I went to Benden.  Just needed a change – I guess sometimes you don’t know what you have until you aren’t there.”  Shards he had missed the south, he had missed Arolos. “You still working with the kids?”  

On Tue, Aug 7, 2018 at 12:04 AM Lindsay <alexeden1971@...> wrote:
"D'you still take it the same?" T'od offered to pour for them both, then fixed his old friend with a look. "Hard, yes, but the more you do it the easier it becomes. It's hard admitting we're not as fit as we were ten Turns ago, but it's the truth and we'd be fooling no-one if we said it. There's no shame in it.  Or so I've come to believe." He pushed a mug over to Ok'lin. "Anyway, enough of that. I've not seen you for - well, it seems like Turns. Where've you been?" The two bronzers were similar in age.

On 6 August 2018 at 11:28, Cassandra <dragonmagic16@...> wrote:

It took everything in him to not snap that he was not some invalid that needed to be looked after.  Instead he took a deep breath and took a seat, watching T’od’s progress.  As he came back with the klah he smiled at him.  “Thanks for that.  Still hard for me to admit I need help.”  He gave a wry smile.  He couldn’t blame the bronze dragon for that one, he’d always been like it.


On Mon, Aug 6, 2018 at 7:52 PM Lindsay <alexeden1971@...> wrote:
T'od nodded. "Yeah I'll have some klah." Chuckling in sympathy he acknowledged that he'd had that too. "Rider goes one way, dragon goes the other way... Of course, if we weren't so careful with our harnesses we'd fall and break our necks rather than sprain shoulders and neck muscles. You're still breathing, so I'd say it could have been worse." He patted Ok'lin's shoulder gently. "Here, I'll get the klah. You sit."

On 6 August 2018 at 11:18, Cassandra <dragonmagic16@...> wrote:

Ok’lin nodded then paused, “though I think I’m going to get some klah first.  Do you want any?”  He asked him then decided to answer his question.  He didn’t like admitting to any form of weakness but T’od was a rider.  “Yeah Zingiberth turned too quickly without warning.  According to him I wasn’t paying attention, it may have been a bit of both.”  He shrugged his shoulder as he said it.  


On Mon, Aug 6, 2018 at 7:43 PM Lindsay <alexeden1971@...> wrote:
T'od's eyebrows raised and he grasped Ok'lin's hand. "What happened? Whiplash?" He gestured to a couple of seats. "I have time for a catch-up if you do?"

On 6 August 2018 at 11:07, Cassandra <dragonmagic16@...> wrote:
Ok'lin turned his head at the sound of his name being called and stopped.  Gazing he noticed T'od and inclined his head, "T'od, great to see you," moving over towards the other man he held his arm out to shake his hand.  He would hug him but he was a little injured due to Zingiberth doing a stupid maneuver in the middle of drills.  

[[It was not my fault]] The bronze sulked.

((You keep telling yourself that buddy.)) He snorted then smiled at T'od, " sorry Zing is upset because he injured me." 

On Mon, Aug 6, 2018 at 7:33 PM Lindsay <alexeden1971@...> wrote:
Usually T'od didn't linger in the Dining Hall, as having one of the non-accessible-without-a-dragon weyrs meant Awsonth had to carry him backwards and forwards. He was just leaving to go out and meet his bronze when he caught sight of a rider he recognised. He hadn't seen him for a good few Turns and it was somewhat of a surprise to see him now.

Striding over he put himself in the other bronzer's line of sight. "Hey, Ok'lin!"