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Re: What should I do? (attn Cremsden / Ishkana)

Laura Walker
 



Ishkana's eyes widened, she hadn't expected Jerronila to take up an apprenticeship straight away. "She's eleven Turns sir. Yes, reading is good for her." It wasn't for her to explain any more than that, it would be for Jerronila to tell the journeyman if she thought he needed to know.

"Mmhm." Cremsden was looking her over, studying her, eyes sharp. A little skinny perhaps, maybe could do with a touch feeding up, though not enough to be starved. Not too much visible or obvious to suggest a problem but he'd seen kids like that before. "Why don't you tell me a bit more about where you grew up?" he invited. "Give me an excuse to drink klah without burning my tongue gulping it for once."

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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.


I'm not lost exactly (Ishixi/T'od)

Cassandra <dragonmagic16@...>
 

Ishixi sighed as she walked through the corridors.  Apparently, this was MEANT to lead her towards the dining hall but she had an awful feeling that she had made a wrong turn somewhere along the way.  Ishi had only just moved to Arolos Weyr and was still trying to work out where she was going.  She had successfully worked out how to get to her ground weyr to the healers but other than that she was going blind.  Normally she wouldn’t even try and head to the dining hall but she was hungry and she hadn’t made herself anything.

“This is stupid.”  She muttered to herself as she rounded the corner and felt herself running into something very solid.  Well someone very solid.  “I’m so sorry.”  She flushed as she stood back and looked upwards.  Why was everyone taller than her?


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

Laura Walker
 

"No-one is going to send you back." Cremsden waited until she was looking at him and spoke slowly and clearly. "And no one is going to hurt you here. But if there's anything I need to know about your life before you came here, I'd rather know it now please."

On Sat, Aug 11, 2018 at 11:49 PM, Rabble Rabble <rabblerabble@...> wrote:
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. 




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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
 



"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."

"And you've tested it on the skin of a few people who don't have any issues to check it doesn't cause side effects?" Cremsden asked. "Non-lethal illnesses, that's your first step -- ensure a potential cure isn't likely to introduce more issues than they had before you treated them. Best way to do that is by finding volunteers who aren't sick." He reached to take a sip of his klah. "Of course with anything lethal we're prepared to let a bit more slip by but it's usually kill or cure by that point."

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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: Is this normal? (attn Vashinta / Ishkana)

Cassandra Coogan
 

Vashi blinked away from the notes she was rereading on a patient before giving the girl a warm smile. “We can talk. Would you like to talk here or somewhere more” she paused a moment, glad she was a woman and this wouldn’t be as easily misconstrued before offering “private.”


On Saturday, August 11, 2018, Lindsay <alexeden1971@...> wrote:
Ishkana was starting to settle in to her new life in the Weyr. It still had its very odd moments and she still wasn't entirely comfortable with some of the things that went on, but it was quite possibly a normal reaction from someone holdbred as she was. She didn't know that for certain, but she knew she had to get used to it.

There were some things though that she really wasn't sure of - one of them being her. And learning healing meant she knew a little more than before. Enough to know that something wasn't quite right.

When she found a relatively quiet time, she approached one of the more senior healers for some advice. "Vashinta, mam? Do you have a little time so I could speak with you please?" she asked tentatively. This wasn't going to be easy, but it needed doing.



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

Jenna Cunningham
 

"Yeah, didn't sleep well." Asheran half-turned to the other man in the queue, then spotted the bronzerider knot and brought his hand up, touching his knuckle to his temple. "Bronzerider," he acknowledged politely, then lowered his arm.

"Just bad dreams. I guess I fell asleep with something weighing on me."


Re: Dragons Greater than Lunch (V'jal, Qioyon)

Kouga
 

His head turned a few inches in one direction before Qioyon stopped himself. No one in the Hold would've used the term 'Little Falling One' and the name he heard moments later definitely belonged to a dragon. Zuhelth & Zuhelth's? Qioyon gave the person he'd bumped into an apologetic, sheepish glance to let them know he wasn't forgetting about his little misstep, before he moved out away from the crowd. Once out in the open he could see the green and blue better.<<
Zuhelth watched the crowd for what seemed forever before it started
moving. Then there was the one in front of it and yes now she was sure
this was the one. The little green seemed to light up in her sudden
happiness as she crept forward a bit to try and see him better, see
her Fuzzy and Special one. {{That one Pensherth, he's so Fuzzy and
Special.}} she agreed happily {{Is he ok? Make sure he is ok.}} she
suddenly pleaded with her mate.

The blue crooned to the smaller green reassuringly {{None of the
others seem concerned for him Zuhelth, he is fine.}} he promissed
before reaching out go Qioyon {{Come here. Come site with Zuhelth, she
would like it very much if you would. She's worried about you come
show her you are fine.}} he told the boy {{You know how to scratch a
dragon right? It would make her very happy if you have her a good
scratch.}} he added to get the boy to come closer. He knew he needed
to reassure Zuhelth the boy was alright before he could do anything
else or get their rider's too.

*Kouga*

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

Cassandra <dragonmagic16@...>
 

Ok’lin shrugged, “I’m not sure, he seems to be trying ones out but not really settled.  I told him not to rush into anything.”  He laughed suddenly, “he’s still keen on being a candidate, I think he’s stubborn, not sure where he got that from.”  Couldn’t be him never giving up on what he wanted or anything.  


On Sun, Aug 12, 2018 at 2:34 AM Lindsay <alexeden1971@...> wrote:
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!"









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

mglady3@...
 


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.
_._,_._,_

~~~~~~~

"Rough night?" Asked a sympathetic male voice.

The speaker - a bronzerider by his knot - was a young man with dark hair and blue eyes, dressed, some might say, far too neatly for a expedition out in the woods. There was already a mug of klah in his hands, so presumably he was in line for something else. And shortly after he spoke, he closed his eyes brought his mug up to his face and inhaled deeply. 

"One of man's better creations." Kyn'dras exhaled with a happy sigh.


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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Member Name: MyaL
Discord: Neffeyn#8723


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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Member Name: MyaL
Discord: Neffeyn#8723


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.