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

Lindsay
 

She still looked a little dazed. T'od was pretty sure it wasn't his good looks that had shocked her, then her explanation made things plain. "So you run into people on a regular basis do you, journeyman?" he mused with a raised eyebrow, although the grin on his face indicated he wasn't annoyed. "By all means, as I'm headed there myself. It's this way." And he bowed to the healer, gesturing for her to walk in the direction he was originally going.


On Sun, 12 Aug 2018 at 21:42, Cassandra <dragonmagic16@...> wrote:

“I’m fine thanks.”  Ishi sighed and flicked her gaze to his knots before she snapped to attention.  Awesome she would have to bash straight into a bronze rider.  From her, albeit, very limited experience around some of the Weyrs she knew you had to be careful around them.  Egos and all that.  Her gaze drifted over him and she shook her head, “sorry Sir, I’m a newly transferred healer. I doubt me running into you would hurt you but it’s a habit.” She stepped out of his way so he could keep going where he was going to. “Umm do you know how I get to the dining hall? I seem to have gotten myself turned around.”  Maybe he would help her before he left.


On Mon, Aug 13, 2018 at 1:55 AM Lindsay <alexeden1971@...> wrote:
"Yeouch!" T'od rocked back on his heels as he collided with someone. That was always the problem with corridors, there was no easy way to see round corners. The someone apologised and he looked down, seeing a woman. "Hey, my fault as well. The glows are a bit dim here aren't they?" He grinned at her; she didn't look familiar. "Are you alright?" He knew that Turns of riding Awsonth and woodcrafting before that had made him pretty solid. Perhaps not as painful to run into as a wall, but still.

On 12 August 2018 at 08:57, Cassandra <dragonmagic16@...> wrote:

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

Lindsay
 

T'od concurred. "I guess you can't. It's not like he's not aware of the risks. But... I don't know... I think if I had a child I would prefer them to be in a less dangerous occupation. And of course there's the possibility of ending up dragonless, and only half-alive..." A far-from-cheery thought but one that had to be faced. There were a few dragonless folk around the Weyr and T'od couldn't even begin to comprehend his life without Awsonth in it.


On Sun, 12 Aug 2018 at 21:35, Cassandra <dragonmagic16@...> wrote:

Ok’lin laughed and nodded, “yeah it turned out well for both of us.  I think riders have to be stubborn to deal with a life mate.” He paused and turned serious. “He does know indeed.  I went and saw him after I got scored so he could see the pain.”  He might be on the older side for being a bronze rider but still he had been injured numerous times and had never hidden that from his son.  “He seems to think it’s worth it. I can’t really deny him that.”  


On Mon, Aug 13, 2018 at 1:27 AM Lindsay <alexeden1971@...> wrote:
T'od quirked an eyebrow, knowing perfectly well that stubbornness could be a genetic trait. After all, he'd got a decent sized dose from his own father. "Well it turned out alright for you, didn't it?" he drawled, flicking a finger at Ok'lin's bronze rider's knot. "But he *does* understand how dangerous it is, right?"

On 12 August 2018 at 04:36, Cassandra <dragonmagic16@...> wrote:

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.  




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

Lindsay
 

Absorbing the information, Ishkana nodded. "So if you are from Ista, and Impressed *at* Ista, why are you here in Arolos?"


On Sun, 12 Aug 2018 at 19:29, Yvonne <kaliangelkat@...> wrote:
F'gan smiled. "I was born at Ista Weyr. My father had a Bronze in a wing there. At the age of about 11  I was sent to the Harper Hall to be trained as an Archivist because of my talent for painting. I was searched and then sent back to Ista to stand for Impression around 14 and for the last 13 Turns I have been here as part of a wing." he said shaking his head

On Sun, Aug 12, 2018 at 1:18 PM Lindsay <alexeden1971@...> wrote:
Nodding slowly, Ishkana pondered for a moment. "I don't know how many questions I have," she admitted, "So how about you talk? What's your history?"

On 12 August 2018 at 14:39, Yvonne <kaliangelkat@...> wrote:
"We talk and get to know each other and you ask me all the questions that are rolling around in your head and if you want I will introduce you to my blue." he told her with a smile.























On Sat, Aug 11, 2018 at 2:21 PM Lindsay <alexeden1971@...> wrote:
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.





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

Rabble Rabble
 

Jerronila wondered if she'd heard him right. 
"Hurt me?" She echoed, looking confused. 


On Sun, 12 Aug 2018, 7:18 PM Laura Walker, <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
"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."

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

mglady3@...
 


"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."
_._,_._,_

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A slight grimace slid across Kyn'dras's face at the salute. "That's really not necessary. Really." He protested mildly. "It's Kyn'dras. Just Kyn'dras." Now it was his turn to take a moment to study Asheran's knots, though he made no comment.

"And you really shouldn't be falling asleep underneath heavy objects." He quipped lightly "Health hazard, you know." Another grimace twisted his face. "Sorry. Bad joke. Very bad joke." He scrubbed a hand across his face. "It's too early for this. Anyways, what's been weighing on you - if you don't mind me asking?" 




Re: I want an adventure, do you? (Ysolde/ANY) #medhunt @Lynn#6042 #medhunt

Cassandra <dragonmagic16@...>
 

Kenzia heard the other girl yell an tilted her head.  She had no idea why she was even here but she had decided maybe she needed to get out and met more people.  Pushing through the throng until she saw the female candidate she gave a little smile to her. “Umm sure if you no one else has come over yet?”  It was almost shy the smile she gave her. She didn’t want to push her way in but she also knew that if she didn’t get out more she was going to end up much more lonely than she was now.  She needed friends and this was one way to do it right?


On Mon, Aug 13, 2018 at 8:28 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
When no one replied directly to her post, Ysolde tried to quell the disappointment and told herself that people probably just hadn't been paying attention. Instead, she trotted along to the main meeting point. She really wanted to go out on this adventure but at the same time, didn't want to lie to her father and go out on her own. Not to  mention, that just wouldn't be any fun at all.

Finding the gathered troops, flanked by various seniors, Crafters and Candidatemasters, Ysolde decided to be brave and just go for it. Cupping her hands around her mouth, she shouted over the group. "Anyone want to team up and go searching together?"

She had no idea what they were even meant to be looking for but maybe the Healers would fill them in on that. She had heard someone say something about numbweed and other plants that the Healers use, but her knowledge about plants was about as comprehensive as fresh snow before someone walked on it. In other words, blanker than a new slate.

On Sun, Aug 5, 2018 at 11:04 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
OoC: Set the morning of the hunt. Note, Ysolde is signed up to find the pseudo impression weed :P

When she had told her father that she had signed up to go on this exploration to the ruins with the Healers, he had been less than enamoured with the idea.Even less so when he decided that the Candidates were going to be allowed to practically run riot. Not true, of course, but that was fatherly paranoia for you.

Eventually, after sending a stern letter to Nayari enquiring about the matter, Ysolde had been given his blessings to go. Sort of. But only under strict instructions that she was to find a buddy and that she wasn't going to be going ANYWHERE without them. But it was a compromise at least. After the lecture about keeping covered up, carrying plenty of water and wearing a hat.

The afternoon before they were supposed to set off, Ysolde set up a notice on the main message board at the front of the Barracks. There was no way that it wasn't going to  be seen by at least someone, you had to pass it every time you left the Barracks.
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Looking for an adventurer!
Are you joining the Healer hunt?
Looking for someone to stick with?
Meet me here after breakfast tomorrow!
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No, it wasn't exactly award winning prose, but hopefully it would catch someone's eye. Truth be told, the more she thought on it, the more she thought that having someone to go with was probably the best thing to do. Didn't someone mention a wher attack the last time?

So there she was after breakfast, her bag packed with all the essential supplies she could think of, waiting nervously by her notice. Well, if push came to shove, she would just join the group and hope for the best, but hopefully it wouldn't come to that.
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Re: Left Behind, Star Light, Star Bright

Alyx
 

"I wanna know what it was, otherwise no one's ever gonna believe me. Sandy saw it too." As Lerian got back to his feet, the flit dropped the hair he'd been clutching and hopped to the boy's shoulder chittering excitedly. Thankfully he didn't hold on to guilt very long, his pet was alright and there was a mystery afoot.

On Mon, Aug 13, 2018 at 6:54 PM, jarel_lilienkamp <jintaochala@...> wrote:
"Off into the forest huh?" Maark'l looked off in the direction the lad was pointing. "Well we should go check it out, make sure no one got hurt."

((Beckarth, we have a trip to make.)) Maark'l got up and brushed off a little of the dust. "I am quite sure what can take you hunting if you want."

On Mon, Aug 13, 2018, 8:45 PM Alyx <scottish.wolfecary@...> wrote:
Though grateful for the man breaking his fall, Lerian was in a hurry to get back up. Nothing was hurt worse than bruises, and for an active lad that was nothing unusual. Sandy chirped sadly, and landed next to the pair acting concerned, with a double clawful of the boy's hair. Lerian rubbed his head for a moment. The boy went to reply, coughed once, finally got a breath in, then blurted out.

"I'm fine, I'm fine but we gotta go, did you see that thing?! There was this thing, it looked like a star but it got closer and closer and closer then it was right over head then it shot off into the forest!"

On Mon, Aug 13, 2018 at 6:01 PM, jarel_lilienkamp <jintaochala@...> wrote:
Maark'l saw the event unfolding in front of him. The boy that was running towards him came tumbling down. Maark'l thinking on the only best option he could do, moved in an attempt to try and stop the fall as best as he could, though it might not be enough. He goes down in the tumble, with a boy sprawled on top of him. "Where, in all of Pern, were you in such a hurry to get to?" At first he did not realize who Lerian was.

((Mine, thats the flits pet.)) a slight snickering rumble came through their bond. 

Maark'l looked at the lad before him. "Are you okay?" He said at an after thought. "Im going to suggest that if your hurt we go to the infirmary first before anything else."

(*dies laughing*)

On Sat, Jul 28, 2018 at 4:19 AM jarel_lilienkamp <jintaochala@...> wrote:
(yeah it got ate. I'll get my reply out as soon as I get home)

On Sat, Jul 28, 2018, 1:08 AM Alyx <scottish.wolfecary@...> wrote:
(ooc I am trying to send this through again since we moved lists twice)

---------- Forwarded message ----------
From: Bryn MacKenzie <scottish.wolfecary@...>
Date: Sun, Apr 29, 2018 at 12:20 PM
Subject: Left Behind, Star Light, Star Bright
To: arolosweyr@..., arolos-weyr@...


(ooc gonna try it this way too, sorry about the multi posty thing, this is going thru one way or another!! Now it's on both, take That yahell )


Maark'l thought on the images that the little bronze was showing him. A moving bright light that just disappeared. Even that was something new. "I'm not sure what that could be little one. I don't think I've even seen something like that before."

As he was falling the flit, he watched to see if he could find the owner. Maybe he might be able to fill in some more information about what it was that was seen. ((Not sure, Beckarth, but it looks like a fireball.))

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Lerian spotted Sandy, and the rider he'd found just ahead of him, and still down hill on the path. He tried to slow down, he really did, but running down the Rim path full speed, left him too little time and space to adequately react. Putting his left foot down to try and stop, since he had stopped looking at his footing it came down in a pile of loose rocks, that combined with momentum launched the boy right off his feet, and towards the rider.

Sandy gave an alarmed squeel and grabbed ahold of the boy's hair trying to stop the inevitable tumble, unfortunately all he ended up with was a clawful of Lerian's hair


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Re: Left Behind, Star Light, Star Bright

jarel_lilienkamp
 

"Off into the forest huh?" Maark'l looked off in the direction the lad was pointing. "Well we should go check it out, make sure no one got hurt."

((Beckarth, we have a trip to make.)) Maark'l got up and brushed off a little of the dust. "I am quite sure what can take you hunting if you want."

On Mon, Aug 13, 2018, 8:45 PM Alyx <scottish.wolfecary@...> wrote:
Though grateful for the man breaking his fall, Lerian was in a hurry to get back up. Nothing was hurt worse than bruises, and for an active lad that was nothing unusual. Sandy chirped sadly, and landed next to the pair acting concerned, with a double clawful of the boy's hair. Lerian rubbed his head for a moment. The boy went to reply, coughed once, finally got a breath in, then blurted out.

"I'm fine, I'm fine but we gotta go, did you see that thing?! There was this thing, it looked like a star but it got closer and closer and closer then it was right over head then it shot off into the forest!"

On Mon, Aug 13, 2018 at 6:01 PM, jarel_lilienkamp <jintaochala@...> wrote:
Maark'l saw the event unfolding in front of him. The boy that was running towards him came tumbling down. Maark'l thinking on the only best option he could do, moved in an attempt to try and stop the fall as best as he could, though it might not be enough. He goes down in the tumble, with a boy sprawled on top of him. "Where, in all of Pern, were you in such a hurry to get to?" At first he did not realize who Lerian was.

((Mine, thats the flits pet.)) a slight snickering rumble came through their bond. 

Maark'l looked at the lad before him. "Are you okay?" He said at an after thought. "Im going to suggest that if your hurt we go to the infirmary first before anything else."

(*dies laughing*)

On Sat, Jul 28, 2018 at 4:19 AM jarel_lilienkamp <jintaochala@...> wrote:
(yeah it got ate. I'll get my reply out as soon as I get home)

On Sat, Jul 28, 2018, 1:08 AM Alyx <scottish.wolfecary@...> wrote:
(ooc I am trying to send this through again since we moved lists twice)

---------- Forwarded message ----------
From: Bryn MacKenzie <scottish.wolfecary@...>
Date: Sun, Apr 29, 2018 at 12:20 PM
Subject: Left Behind, Star Light, Star Bright
To: arolosweyr@..., arolos-weyr@...


(ooc gonna try it this way too, sorry about the multi posty thing, this is going thru one way or another!! Now it's on both, take That yahell )


Maark'l thought on the images that the little bronze was showing him. A moving bright light that just disappeared. Even that was something new. "I'm not sure what that could be little one. I don't think I've even seen something like that before."

As he was falling the flit, he watched to see if he could find the owner. Maybe he might be able to fill in some more information about what it was that was seen. ((Not sure, Beckarth, but it looks like a fireball.))

----------------

Lerian spotted Sandy, and the rider he'd found just ahead of him, and still down hill on the path. He tried to slow down, he really did, but running down the Rim path full speed, left him too little time and space to adequately react. Putting his left foot down to try and stop, since he had stopped looking at his footing it came down in a pile of loose rocks, that combined with momentum launched the boy right off his feet, and towards the rider.

Sandy gave an alarmed squeel and grabbed ahold of the boy's hair trying to stop the inevitable tumble, unfortunately all he ended up with was a clawful of Lerian's hair


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Re: Left Behind, Star Light, Star Bright

Alyx
 

Though grateful for the man breaking his fall, Lerian was in a hurry to get back up. Nothing was hurt worse than bruises, and for an active lad that was nothing unusual. Sandy chirped sadly, and landed next to the pair acting concerned, with a double clawful of the boy's hair. Lerian rubbed his head for a moment. The boy went to reply, coughed once, finally got a breath in, then blurted out.

"I'm fine, I'm fine but we gotta go, did you see that thing?! There was this thing, it looked like a star but it got closer and closer and closer then it was right over head then it shot off into the forest!"

On Mon, Aug 13, 2018 at 6:01 PM, jarel_lilienkamp <jintaochala@...> wrote:
Maark'l saw the event unfolding in front of him. The boy that was running towards him came tumbling down. Maark'l thinking on the only best option he could do, moved in an attempt to try and stop the fall as best as he could, though it might not be enough. He goes down in the tumble, with a boy sprawled on top of him. "Where, in all of Pern, were you in such a hurry to get to?" At first he did not realize who Lerian was.

((Mine, thats the flits pet.)) a slight snickering rumble came through their bond. 

Maark'l looked at the lad before him. "Are you okay?" He said at an after thought. "Im going to suggest that if your hurt we go to the infirmary first before anything else."

(*dies laughing*)

On Sat, Jul 28, 2018 at 4:19 AM jarel_lilienkamp <jintaochala@...> wrote:
(yeah it got ate. I'll get my reply out as soon as I get home)

On Sat, Jul 28, 2018, 1:08 AM Alyx <scottish.wolfecary@...> wrote:
(ooc I am trying to send this through again since we moved lists twice)

---------- Forwarded message ----------
From: Bryn MacKenzie <scottish.wolfecary@...>
Date: Sun, Apr 29, 2018 at 12:20 PM
Subject: Left Behind, Star Light, Star Bright
To: arolosweyr@..., arolos-weyr@...


(ooc gonna try it this way too, sorry about the multi posty thing, this is going thru one way or another!! Now it's on both, take That yahell )


Maark'l thought on the images that the little bronze was showing him. A moving bright light that just disappeared. Even that was something new. "I'm not sure what that could be little one. I don't think I've even seen something like that before."

As he was falling the flit, he watched to see if he could find the owner. Maybe he might be able to fill in some more information about what it was that was seen. ((Not sure, Beckarth, but it looks like a fireball.))

----------------

Lerian spotted Sandy, and the rider he'd found just ahead of him, and still down hill on the path. He tried to slow down, he really did, but running down the Rim path full speed, left him too little time and space to adequately react. Putting his left foot down to try and stop, since he had stopped looking at his footing it came down in a pile of loose rocks, that combined with momentum launched the boy right off his feet, and towards the rider.

Sandy gave an alarmed squeel and grabbed ahold of the boy's hair trying to stop the inevitable tumble, unfortunately all he ended up with was a clawful of Lerian's hair


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Re: Left Behind, Star Light, Star Bright

jarel_lilienkamp
 

Maark'l saw the event unfolding in front of him. The boy that was running towards him came tumbling down. Maark'l thinking on the only best option he could do, moved in an attempt to try and stop the fall as best as he could, though it might not be enough. He goes down in the tumble, with a boy sprawled on top of him. "Where, in all of Pern, were you in such a hurry to get to?" At first he did not realize who Lerian was.

((Mine, thats the flits pet.)) a slight snickering rumble came through their bond. 

Maark'l looked at the lad before him. "Are you okay?" He said at an after thought. "Im going to suggest that if your hurt we go to the infirmary first before anything else."

(*dies laughing*)

On Sat, Jul 28, 2018 at 4:19 AM jarel_lilienkamp <jintaochala@...> wrote:
(yeah it got ate. I'll get my reply out as soon as I get home)

On Sat, Jul 28, 2018, 1:08 AM Alyx <scottish.wolfecary@...> wrote:
(ooc I am trying to send this through again since we moved lists twice)

---------- Forwarded message ----------
From: Bryn MacKenzie <scottish.wolfecary@...>
Date: Sun, Apr 29, 2018 at 12:20 PM
Subject: Left Behind, Star Light, Star Bright
To: arolosweyr@..., arolos-weyr@...


(ooc gonna try it this way too, sorry about the multi posty thing, this is going thru one way or another!! Now it's on both, take That yahell )


Maark'l thought on the images that the little bronze was showing him. A moving bright light that just disappeared. Even that was something new. "I'm not sure what that could be little one. I don't think I've even seen something like that before."

As he was falling the flit, he watched to see if he could find the owner. Maybe he might be able to fill in some more information about what it was that was seen. ((Not sure, Beckarth, but it looks like a fireball.))

----------------

Lerian spotted Sandy, and the rider he'd found just ahead of him, and still down hill on the path. He tried to slow down, he really did, but running down the Rim path full speed, left him too little time and space to adequately react. Putting his left foot down to try and stop, since he had stopped looking at his footing it came down in a pile of loose rocks, that combined with momentum launched the boy right off his feet, and towards the rider.

Sandy gave an alarmed squeel and grabbed ahold of the boy's hair trying to stop the inevitable tumble, unfortunately all he ended up with was a clawful of Lerian's hair


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

Mya L. R.
 


On Sat, Aug 11, 2018 at 11:45 PM, Kouga <hanjikouga@...> wrote:

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.

Qioyon made his way over to the dragons.  It was sinking in that he'd have another story for his agemate friends once this was over, 'the boy who met the dragons' had a better ring to it than 'the boy who would definitely never be a Healer'.  "I'm here, I'm fine!"  He paused slightly as he registered the blue's other request that he give Zuhelth a good scratch, then nodded his head toward the green in greeting.  "Hello, Zuhelth.  Hello..."  He paused not remembering the blue having given his name so he ended with, "Sir Blue.  I've never had the chance to give a dragon a scratch before though!  But I can try!"
 

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What do you mean, it's an off day? (Dytha/ANY) Recluso#6042

Nutmeg
 

OoC: Set around current time. Feel free to hear the commotion and come to see what is going on.
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You can't make me.

Oh for the love of... Suppressing a growl, Dytha tried to move around Ponth to throw her straps on. For the umpteenth time, the tiny green quickly rolled away. It was easy to do when you had a wallow meant for an 8th Pass green and therefore were lying in a luxury sized bed.

Told you.

It was the smugness in Ponth's tone that did it. "Fine!" Dytha snapped, exasperated. "You won't let me put straps on, then we don't fly. Which means you don't get bathed, you don't do drills and you don't get to have fun." Her voice was getting louder with each syllable, echoing around the wallow. She wasn't in the mood for this nonsense, her feet were aching today, the tell tale sign of having done too much.

Don't care. I can fly to the lake if I want to.

"Urgh! You are being such a child today!"

If she didn't know better, Ponth was showing the early signs of being proddy and if that was the case, Dytha was going to resign herself to a miserable few days locked in her weyr until it was all over. And live in a cold bathing pool. She just wasn't in the mood for this, all she wanted to do was fit Ponth with these new straps, make any adjustments and do a test flight if necessary. But clearly that was too complicated.


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Re: I want an adventure, do you? (Ysolde/ANY) #medhunt @Lynn#6042 #medhunt

Nutmeg
 

When no one replied directly to her post, Ysolde tried to quell the disappointment and told herself that people probably just hadn't been paying attention. Instead, she trotted along to the main meeting point. She really wanted to go out on this adventure but at the same time, didn't want to lie to her father and go out on her own. Not to  mention, that just wouldn't be any fun at all.

Finding the gathered troops, flanked by various seniors, Crafters and Candidatemasters, Ysolde decided to be brave and just go for it. Cupping her hands around her mouth, she shouted over the group. "Anyone want to team up and go searching together?"

She had no idea what they were even meant to be looking for but maybe the Healers would fill them in on that. She had heard someone say something about numbweed and other plants that the Healers use, but her knowledge about plants was about as comprehensive as fresh snow before someone walked on it. In other words, blanker than a new slate.

On Sun, Aug 5, 2018 at 11:04 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
OoC: Set the morning of the hunt. Note, Ysolde is signed up to find the pseudo impression weed :P

When she had told her father that she had signed up to go on this exploration to the ruins with the Healers, he had been less than enamoured with the idea.Even less so when he decided that the Candidates were going to be allowed to practically run riot. Not true, of course, but that was fatherly paranoia for you.

Eventually, after sending a stern letter to Nayari enquiring about the matter, Ysolde had been given his blessings to go. Sort of. But only under strict instructions that she was to find a buddy and that she wasn't going to be going ANYWHERE without them. But it was a compromise at least. After the lecture about keeping covered up, carrying plenty of water and wearing a hat.

The afternoon before they were supposed to set off, Ysolde set up a notice on the main message board at the front of the Barracks. There was no way that it wasn't going to  be seen by at least someone, you had to pass it every time you left the Barracks.
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Looking for an adventurer!
Are you joining the Healer hunt?
Looking for someone to stick with?
Meet me here after breakfast tomorrow!
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No, it wasn't exactly award winning prose, but hopefully it would catch someone's eye. Truth be told, the more she thought on it, the more she thought that having someone to go with was probably the best thing to do. Didn't someone mention a wher attack the last time?

So there she was after breakfast, her bag packed with all the essential supplies she could think of, waiting nervously by her notice. Well, if push came to shove, she would just join the group and hope for the best, but hopefully it wouldn't come to that.
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Re: Even I can tell that's stupid, and I'm a novice! (Ysolde/Ishkana) @Lynn642

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She wasn't surprised at the question, it seemed to be the most obvious one. It was also a fair question to ask. "Wasn't paying attention." she said simply at first. "It was my own fault, I didn't think I would be out as long as I was, so I didn't bother with the proper clothes or lotion. Then I got distracted and by the time I felt the burn it was too late, so I came straight here."

Ysolde was matter of fact about it and didn't display any signs of self pity. Later on, when the pain really set in, that would probably change a bit. She offered a sheepish smile at the other girl. "I do know better and I'm not always so scatter-brained. I just get distracted really easily if I'm concentrating on something."

On Sat, Aug 11, 2018 at 9:07 AM Lindsay <alexeden1971@...> wrote:
Ishkana nodded as the healer gave her Ysolde's history, wincing slightly at the severity of the scarring - and sunburn on top? Ouch.

"Ysolde, can I ask, is there a reason why you didn't follow the advice and you got sunburned today?" Ishkana took the ointment and sniffed it, trying to identify other ingredients apart from numbweed.

On 8 August 2018 at 11:14, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
"Of course," Maithera held back the cubicle curtain to let the apprentice come in. "Ysolde, I trust that's all right with you?"

Ysolde nodded, she was used to this and besides, it wasn't nosiness, it was professionalism. There was a difference. She waved at Ishkana, offering a small smile in return.

"Ysolde here hails from the North, as is very evident by her fair complexion and hair colour - not something that is as common here in the South." As she spoke, Maithera gestured to to the body parts in question. "So we do have a burn risk already, however as you can see, Ysolde already has substantial burn scars on her back, these travel from her nape of her neck to almost the small of her back with some extension onto the tops of her shoulders and top of her arms. These burns are significant and still susceptible to sun damage, as is evident here..." Maithera pointed to the angry sunburn on Ysolde's arms and neck.

"Ysolde is provided with protective lotions and given a strict regime in order to prevent further burn.. such as?" And here she looked pointedly at Ysolde who took the cue. "Wear a hat and cover up," she mumbled but loud enough to be audible.

On Mon, Aug 6, 2018 at 7:34 PM Lindsay <alexeden1971@...> wrote:
Ishkana immediately backtracked. "Of course, mam," she answered the journeywoman, and came into the cubicle. She smiled slightly at the young woman. "Hello, I'm Ishkana. Please, let me help you." She looked briefly but enquiringly at Journeywoman Maithera. "May I ask the patient's history, mam?"

On 6 August 2018 at 19:17, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
"You've been told before about being more careful Ysolde, you can't keep letting yourself get burned like this!"

The voice of the Healer coming through the curtains was exasperated, as though they had given this particular lecture many, many times before.

"If you're not going to use the ointments we make for you, we'll end up stopping making them altogether, or give them to someone else."

The voice that followed was morose and feeling more than a little sorry for itself.

"I know. I just.. I was looking for raw gems near the Lake. I didn't realise I had been out so long."

"That's all well and good, but now I've got to sign you off outdoor lessons for at least a sevenday so this burn can heal. You don't want to  be making an enemy of Candidatemaster Nayari, she's stern enough without you being in her bad books as well."

A loud sigh followed, chased after by a pained yelp. 

"No, don't try and do it on your own." Maithera stuck her head out of the curtains and spotted a passing Apprentice. "Ishkana!" the Journeywoman smiled at her, beckoning her in. "Ysolde here could use a hand, she's sustained some very nasty sunburn on existing scars, would you be so kind to come and help? She needs a hand putting this ointment on."

And inside the cubicle, sat on the bed with a vest on to preserve her modesty, was a very sulky looking Ysolde, bottom lip thrust out as she awkwardly tried to remain comfortable. 

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Re: Draw a picture, it'll last longer (Tyne/JM Torrela)

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OoC: We can wrap this one up on yours if you like :)

IC: It might occur to Tyne later that her actions were actually rather rude and if Idri ever found out about it, she was sure she was in for a telling off and then some. She wasn't sure if she was meant to respond to Torrela's expression of seeing why she had impressed gold and in the end she offered a shrug and a noise that sounded like "meh". 

"Dwelling on it won't bring Myrandith back. Ever. If I'm going to be kept here, I might at least be remotely functional." At least for most of the times. She couldn't promise when it came to the bad days. But there was never the less a slight bitterness in her voice when she said that she was being "kept" there. It was a dangerous statement and a constant reminder that suicidal ideation was never far away.

On Sun, Jul 29, 2018 at 4:44 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Torrela gasped as the card was snatched from her grip, but as Tyne spoke, she began to relax.

"I see why you Impressed gold," she said. "I can also see that you have begun the long journey of, not acceptance, but at least the allowance of what has happened."  She highly doubted that her loss would ever fully be accepted.



On Fri, Jul 6, 2018 at 5:09 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
No one had ever said Tyne wasn't impulsive and at times, impetuous. It was probably those qualities, once upon a time, that had made her such a perfect match for Myrandith's own, similar traits. She saw the slight shift in Torrela's face as she drew the new card and immediately put two and two together. Something was off.

"Hmm." She finally voiced aloud after several agonising seconds ticked by. "Maybe we should stop." And then, without warning, she lunged forward and snatched the card away. Quick as a scalded feline, she propelled herself out of her chair and away from Torrela as she inspected the card. It immediately became apparent as to why the Mindhealer might have been uncertain about letting her see it.

At least the dragon was blue. In a bizarre way, that actually helped. "Unity." she said finally, after what felt like an age had gone by. "The perfect, most harmonic of partnerships." There was nothing bad that she could see. The rainbow, the dragon, even the girl. "Wherever they're going, they're going together." Stepping back up to the table, she handed the card back. "She's peaceful. They both are. The rainbow makes that clear. Maybe they went through something bad together and the rainbow represents that, like the calm after the storm."



On Sun, Apr 22, 2018 at 10:38 PM, Laurie Hicks Laurie.Lynne@... [ArolosWeyr] <ArolosWeyr@...> wrote:
 

Torrela smiled.  "I'm glad you like this.  I know how hard it is to have people trying to tell you what you're thinking, but I'd rather have you talking.  And it feels...fun, I guess.  Most people like pictures."  She was impressed at how Tyne interpreted that card. A few more sessions and Tyne might be able to open up a little more.

"Let's do one more, and call it a session.  You'll need time for your mind to assimilate what you've thought of, and I don't want to overwhelm you."  She shuffled, and pulled out another card.  Looking at it, she frowned.  "Or, maybe we should just end here."


(OOC: I pulled this one   https://www.tarot.com/tarot/cards/seven-of-cups/crystal-visions  so, you can either have Tyne grab the card to look at it, or have her acquiesce on ending the session.)

On Mon, Mar 19, 2018 at 6:56 AM, Nutmeg nutmeg.witch@... [ArolosWeyr] <ArolosWeyr@...> wrote:
 

Taking the card, Tyne inspected it as thoroughly as she had the others. She traced the outline of the dragon and a small smile pulled at the corner of her lips. "They're preparing for something. I'm not sure what. I think the boy is scared, maybe reluctant and the his companion is patiently waiting for him to be ready so they can go together. He'll wait as long as he needs to." She had carefully avoided saying "dragon", preferring instead to say "companion". She was liking this exercise, she didn't want to mar it by going down the dragon route, not yet at least. When Torrela gave her own interpretation of the previous card. "Yes.. yes I can see that. Nostalgia, remembrance, memories."

She looked Torrela dead in the eye, "I like this. I can see what you're doing. You're probing. But I like the way you're doing it. It feels more... honest like this. The cards give me something to think about."
 
It didn't surprise Torrela that each image reminded Tyne of leaving.  The girl, going over a cliff.  The woman, seemingly leaving her child.  She wanted to talk to Tyne about that now, but the girl was just starting to get interested in what was happening, so instead, she pulled out another card.

This time she winced.  This was about going on a journey, but she didn't think Tyne would see it that way.

"What would you say if I said that the card waxed nostalgic for me?" she asked as she rotated the next card in her hand.  "But, as I said, there's no right and no wrong to this exercise - I just prefer to see how you see these pictures.

She hesitated, then put the next card down.  "What does this remind you of?" she asked.


On Wed, Jan 31, 2018 at 7:40 AM, Nutmeg nutmeg.witch@... [ArolosWeyr] <ArolosWeyr@...> wrote:
 

OoC: Your card idea was an amazing one. But I'm now starting to recognise that Tyne has some SERIOUS abandonment issues xD

IC: That was interesting, that wasn't the response she'd expected. As she sat back, Tyne had half expected to be berated and told that the card actually represented this or that. Interesting. Her interest was piqued and she leaned forward, subconsciously adopting a more engaged position as she reached out for the next card. She had no idea what any of this meant, if anything, but it was nice change from being asked how she felt today, had she had nightmares, was she still sad, yadda yadda. Vacuous wherry shite. Anyway, focus. Holding the card in front her, she took her time and let her eyes rove over the picture. Tyne held onto it for a few minutes, taking in the details. When she spoke, she didn't immediately return the card to the table.

"It's a mother leaving her child. They've spent the day together, but where the mother has to go, the child can't follow. That's why the mother is giving the child the light, so she can signal the mother back again when they can see each other." Tyne paused, looking at the card again before looking back at Torrela. "I think the child is dead. That's why she's in the water. The woman is leaving the memory of the child behind, but leaving the light as a... a..." she paused, waving her hands as she tried to find the word. ".... memento?"



On Wed, Jan 24, 2018 at 12:48 PM, Laurie Hicks Laurie.Lynne@... [ArolosWeyr] <ArolosWeyr@...> wrote:
 

​"Interesting," Torrela said, looking at the​ card.  She could see where Tyne would get that - it did look like the woman was saying goodbye.  "To me, it looks like she's unaware of what's ahead of her, only what's around her.  But," she gave Tyne a smile, "neither interpretation is wrong."  She shuffled her cards again, and put another one down.

"What is happening here?" she asked.



(for my own rememberance - Crystal Visions Tarot, Six of Cups.)

On Sat, Jan 20, 2018 at 8:04 AM, Nutmeg nutmeg.witch@... [ArolosWeyr] <ArolosWeyr@...> wrote:
 

She hadn't expected a card to be set in front of her and for a minute it was apparent Tyne wasn't sure what it was Torrela was asking of her. She wasn't good with imagination stuff. She remembered her disastrous attempt at pretending she had Impressed during Candidacy and it was.. awkward. But she didn't think that the Mindhealer was asking her to imagine. "Okaaa-aaay...." she said dubiously and picked up the card. Carefully she inspected it. It was several minutes before she spoke. "She's sad. She's saying goodbye.. The vtols don't want her to go, but she has to." She set the card back down, melancholy on her face.

On Sat, Jan 13, 2018 at 2:23 AM, Laurie Hicks Laurie..Lynne@... [ArolosWeyr] <ArolosWeyr@...> wrote:
 

Torrela pursed her lips in thought.  "I see.  If that didn't make you happy then, it probably won't now.  I don't think anything in the Textile arts would make you happy - you don't like to sit stil."  She was making observations to herself, but also watching Tyne's reaction.

"Let's try a different tactic."  She shuffled her cards one more time, then pulled one out at random.  Laying it on the table in front of Tyne, she said, "What do you see in this card?  What does this picture make you think of?  How does it make you feel?"



(OOC: Not sure where all my notes went, but I found a partial conversation where on Pern, The Fool would actually be The Applicant - basically standing for someone who is starting out in the world - an apprentice, or a candidate.)

On Fri, Jan 12, 2018 at 8:00 AM, Nutmeg nutmeg.witch@... [ArolosWeyr] <ArolosWeyr@...> wrote:
 

The look she gave Torrela was clear that she didn't believe the Mindhealer one bit. Productive member of society, right. Tell that to the rest of the world. However, the optimism intrigued her. All right then, she'd play along. Settling herself back in the chair, Tyne drew one leg up over the other and looked the picture of self-assurance. Too bad she was anything but on the inside and perhaps the only thing that might give that away was the unconscious chewing of her lip. A very bad habit, one she had had a very long time. 

"My mother convinced my father to allow me to apprentice as a Weaver. But that was short lived because my half-brother then paid one of his floozies to come and spirit us away in the middle of the night." Her face remained almost expressionless as she said this and if it weren't for the slight crinkling of her nose that suggested her distaste at the matter, you might have thought it meant nothing to her at all. "But I don't know if I like Weaving anymore. It feels.. very dull and something a Lady Holder or bored wife should spend her days doing." And she was not now, or ever going to be, a bored wife or Lady Holder.

On Mon, Jan 8, 2018 at 1:57 AM, Laurie Hicks Laurie.Lynne@... [ArolosWeyr] <ArolosWeyr@...> wrote:
 

Torrela shrugged at Tyne's acerbity.  "Presumptive?  I don't think so," she said calmly.  "Everyone has the ability to be productive.  Including former bastard daughters of Lord Holders, and former weyrwomen."  She gave Tyne a dry look.  

The problem with the riderless was that no one knew how to handle them.  Dragonless scared Weyrfolk, because it could happen to them.  And they scared Holders because the person seemed to be not all there - which was true.  Torrela didn't like either form of fear.  Dragonless were still people, and deserved to be treated like people.  And she would make that happen, one person at a time.

"So, you had no type of Craft, since you were going to be used as currency," she said.  "But Lady Holders, no matter how minor, had to be able to do something.  What types of things are you good at?"

On Sat, Jan 6, 2018 at 12:05 PM, Nutmeg nutmeg.witch@gmail..com [ArolosWeyr] <ArolosWeyr@...> wrote:
 

The way she was moving the cards, it was.... hypnotic. Tyne found herself watching for far long than she meant to before shaking herself out of it and her eyes narrowed with annoyance. "That's an awful lot of presumption about someone you've just met.." Although her face was calm, serene almost, there was a slight edge to her tone. She didn't like how quickly this one had gotten into her head. She knew she was.. what, a sideshow attraction now? She didn't have a dragon, she didn't have a craft, shells - she wasn't even a support worker or a creche worker. She was.... just there. Feeling useless and like a burden.

Ah, before Myrandith. Now that was a direction she could quickly and easily channel her annoyance. "I was the unwanted daughter of a nameless minor Lord Holder. Sorry, bastard daughter of his mistress because his one and only son, and heir to the Hold, not only went and impressed himself a dragon but got caught in the stable in the arms of the stable boy.. What I wanted, was irrelevant, I would have been pawned off to some random son in marriage for whatever money could be gotten off me." What *had* she wanted? Truth was, Tyne wasn't even sure she remembered now, it felt like an absolute lifetime ago.

On 5 Jan 2018 1:38 am, "Laurie Hicks Laurie.Lynne@Gmail..com [ArolosWeyr]" <ArolosWeyr@...> wrote:
 

Torrela nodded, and reached for her cards.  She absently shuffled them while she gazed at Tyne.  "You scare the Healers because your loss is more than that of a loved one, and they don't understand it.  You scare riders because they don't want it to happen to them.  And you scare yourself because you're afraid that you're no longer a productive member of Pern."  Her hands continued to shuffle, as she watched Tyne's face.

"Let me set one thing straight.  You are still a productive member of Pern society.  We just need to figure out how.  Tell me, what did you want to do with your life if you hadn't become a rider?"

On Thu, Jan 4, 2018 at 3:16 PM, Nutmeg nutmeg.witch@... [ArolosWeyr] <ArolosWeyr@...> wrote:
 

Hmm. Interesting.. No coddling or pandering, no awkward sympathy because they didn't know what to say.. Straight to business.. She appreciated that. She didn't like the ones that cooed and fussed. Taking a seat, Tyne took several moments settling herself. They could potentially be here a while after all and it gave her chance to scope out the room and get a feel for this...Torrela.

The question however, made her laugh, but it was devoid of mirth. "Now that's a question I think we would all like the answer to. I'm here, mostly, because I scare regular Healers, most of the Weyrfolk and there's probably people convinced I'm going to go off the deep end and murder the entire Weyr in their sleep." Tyne had realised, long ago by now, that anything "head related" made a lot of people uncomfortable. Add to that the conviction of some that she was little more than a walking ghost that should have followed her gold into Between and Tyne had well and truly earned her "weirdo" label.

"What I want, what I truly want, you can't give me. No one can." It was obvious what she was referring to. No one would be able to bring back Myrandith. "But I'm still here and she isn't... I have to learn to deal with that. I have to learn to deal with the nightmares, I have to..... prove I'm a useful member of the populace..." There was bitterness in her voice... Useful. Hah. Wouldn't that be the day. She longed for the ability to feel like she actually contributed something again and wasn't just a drain on resources.

On Thu, Jan 4, 2018 at 1:21 AM, Laurie Hicks Laurie.Lynne@... [ArolosWeyr] <ArolosWeyr@...> wrote:
 

Torrela gave a low throaty laugh.  "No one can take Iyundi's place.  I'm just saving it for her," she said, looking over her patient.  She noted the change from insubordinate to in charge and imperceptibly nodded.  It was what she expected.

"Now, we both know why you're here," Torrela said, "so let's not waste time with unnecessary drivel.  Have a seat," she gestured, "and tell me - what do you expect to get out of our sessions?"

On Tue, Jan 2, 2018 at 10:09 PM, Nutmeg nutmeg.witch@... [ArolosWeyr] <ArolosWeyr@...> wrote:
 

Even as the voice said she could come in, part of Tyne wanted to rebelliously walk away instead. Gathering her sensible head back into place, instead she had sighed and pushed open the door. She didn't know what she would see or what even to expect, but she made herself cross the threshold and close the door behind her. There, hard part over with. "I'm Tyne." she felt stupid saying it, she was on time and no doubt the woman was expecting her. But she still had manners after all. Manners. Something in Tyne shifted slightly. Yes, manners, appearances, etiquette. She knew all of these, had lived and breathed them. It was like someone had taken a heavy mantle from her shoulders. Shaking herself, her posture straightened and lifted. Head just high enough, shoulders just far enough back. Her dark brown eyes, as soft as a runner's inspected Torrela.

"You must be my new Mindhealer." It was a statement, not a question. There was a strange, cool authority to her voice. The sullen and rebellious teenager had clearly gone, as had the anxious child. Left in their place, was a Goldrider. "Iyundi said you're more than capable of taking her place. So here I am."

On Wed, Jan 3, 2018 at 12:20 AM, Laurie Hicks Laurie.Lynne@... [ArolosWeyr] <ArolosWeyr@...> wrote:
 

"Come in," Torrela said, her voice as smooth as the finest Benden wine.  She was wearing a full skirt, black and ruffled, with a cream colored top that flowed down to merge with the skirt..  The short sleeves were fringed, as were the side seams of the shirt..  Her jewelry was unusual - a silver necklace with a large circular pendant with different stones set into the edges.  No stone was the same.......  The center of the necklace was a carved bone face.

She sat next to a table, where a deck of cards lay..  The impression one had was that she had just finished playing them, and had put them to the side.

On Tue, Jan 2, 2018 at 11:02 AM, Nutmeg nutmeg..witch@... [ArolosWeyr] <ArolosWeyr@yahoogroups..com> wrote:
 

OoC: Set just before the measles outbreak became obvious.

IC: She was feeling especially petulant today. Apparently her other Mindhealer had had to leave the Weyr on emergency business and now she had to talk to someone new. Tyne did not like change. When she'd had her last appointment with Iyundi, the Mindhealer had reassured her that this "Torrela" (whoever she was), was just as capable as she had been, if not more so. Iyundi had gone on to explain that Torrela had a very new and interactive way of her dealing with her patients, but in her pique, Tyne had ignored all of it.

So, one bright and breezy morning, Tyne was sulkily slinking through the tunnels to the Infirmary, making herself known to the Apprentice who sent her towards the Mindhealer officers. Sullenly she had knocked at the door and waited. Feeding off their mistress' ire, Cairn and Bobbin sat on her shoulders in watchful tandem, grumpily hissing at anyone who had dared to walk by too closely.

Another new person to take their notes about her broken head and earn themselves some Master knots off her. Once upon a time, she would have had someone reprimanded for even looking at her funny. No, Tyne was not happy to be there, but maybe that would change.

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Re: The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had. (Tyne/R'zzon)

Nutmeg
 

He still didn't understand. Not that she blamed him. Even in her current state, there was a bit of her that calmly understood that the skewed logic only made sense to her. But there was still something she needed to say.

"But she did know.... it was Jenis," she hissed in alarm. Somewhere, she realised that this was one of the first times she had voiced this aloud. "She was the gold that Ista wanted to take Fort. But she was so young..." So very young and sweet, with her whole life ahead of her. Tyne didn't even know if she was still alive. "So we decided that I would do it instead."

On Sun, Jul 29, 2018 at 4:36 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
"All that was planned was that Myrandith was going to take back Fort.  So what if it would have been under Arolosian control?  Fort leadership certainly wasn't doing it any good."  He almost sounded bitter about that.  "No, what you did, what you wanted to do, had nothing to do with Myrandith's," he tried not to choke on the next words. Talking about dragons going *between* was not something any rider liked to talk about. "Myrandith's death.  It was circumstance, pure and simple.  How were you to know that another gold would be close by? Another gold who didn't know about an upcoming Flight."

He didn't say that this wasn't the first goldflight to end in tragedy like this.  Sometimes they could be saved, but golds were too strong willed; interrupted flights often ended in tragedy.

"We can't," he was going to say 'go back and change the past' but that wasn't something he wanted to even begin to get into, "you can't keep on blaming yourself."  There was nothing else he could say to make this better. Because, it would never be better.

On Fri, Jul 6, 2018 at 4:39 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
How did you put it into words? How did you explain that wrenching despair that even now, made every breath feel as though someone had embedded nails into her heart?

"Be-cause-it-was-all-planned...." She stammered through hitching breaths. Every syllable was heavy and pronounced and the fat tears continued streaking down her cheeks. Tyne had never told anyone what had been decided at the Conclave that now felt as though it had been over a million turns ago. She remembered Jenis. Remembered thinking that the child, and she had been just a child - was clearly a pawn.

"We-were-doing-it-to.... to...." Tyne didn't even want to say it, the words sticking in her throat like a thick lump of cold gravy. ".... To claim Fort once and for all." The words whooshed out of her like wine from a skewered bladder.

On Wed, Feb 7, 2018 at 12:14 AM Laurie Hicks Laurie.Lynne@... [ArolosWeyr] <ArolosWeyr@...> wrote:
 

"How could it be your fault?" R'zzon asked, still cradling her.  He was fuzzy on what had happened that day.  Myrandith had risen, and so had another gold.  The gold had belonged to .... and a bronze had been involved, too.

"From what I remember - and I wasn't there, and I only heard about it third hand, Myrandith rose, and then another gold who wasn't supposed to be there rose also.  I think.  I'm not sure how that happened, because it had been planned so you could be Weyrwoman of Fort.  But Myrandith was not at fault.  You were not at fault." He didn't want to sound trite, but these things happened.  He'd even seen them happen with over-territorial greens.

"So tell me - why would you think it's your fault?"

On Wed, Jan 24, 2018 at 11:09 AM, Nutmeg nutmeg.witch@... [ArolosWeyr] <ArolosWeyr@...> wrote:
 

His arms felt so good, so safe and warm. It had been such a long time since such normal comforts had been within her world and that fact almost made her want to cry again. Almost. But not quite. Closing her eyes she took a deep breath, grounding herself in the way that one of the Mindhealers at High Reaches had been teaching her. Okay. She was back. In the now. What he said surprised her though into realisation. He was absolutely right. And it had never occurred to her before today. "I never thought about it like that, I thought so much of it was because... of what Myrandith was." A gold. A mother. And a huge loss to all of Pern. Far less of a crime than bravely dying in the tumultuous throes of Fall.

"I thought they blamed me, that they thought it was my fault for losing her." She didn't know where the words came from, but even as she said it she was starting to break down again, the tears starting to roll thickly down her cheeks once more and she covered her face with her hands. "I thought.... I thought..." she stammered, trying to get the words out. ".... I was scared they thought I deserved it....." The words rushed out, as though they had been buried within the most infected of abscess and now that the putrid core had been lanced, the foul muck inside could finally start to be cleaned out.

On Tue, Jan 23, 2018 at 1:28 AM, Laurie Hicks Laurie.Lynne@... [ArolosWeyr] <ArolosWeyr@...> wrote:
 

"It's not something you should have to endure alone," R'zzon said fiercely, holding her tighter.  "No one understands the pain you go through every day.  Riders are afraid of you because they don't want to be like you.  But," he stroked her hair, "we should be helping you.  Because we're the only ones who could understand what it could be like."  He hated bringing up such a sore subject, but he, too, had to say it.  "Don't ever be afraid to need me," he added, looking at Bobbin while he said it...

On Sat, Jan 20, 2018 at 8:14 AM, Nutmeg nutmeg.witch@... [ArolosWeyr] <ArolosWeyr@...> wrote:
 

It was oddly comforting to see him look at least a little awkward. Had he been entirely complacent about the matter, it would have felt.... wrong. Smudging the tears from her face, she gave a couple of wet sniffs. It was strangely reassuring to be enveloped in strong warmth.. It was a sensation she hadn't felt in quite some time and she was loathe to lose it any time soon. It was different to the comfort that Idri gave her, that was laced with the same feelings she had had whenever her mother had soothed her. 

The storm inside was quieting and calm was reasserting itself. Bobbin knew, so did Cairn and they loosed their hold on her. It was Bobbin who issued the command for the others to leave, puffing herself up and whistling with authority that could only ever come from a gold. One by one, the others began to leave, however, several still lingered, curious about the strange compelling that had brought them here and they lurked in the rafters, watching the group below them..

"Bobbin always knows," Tyne said, fondly rubbing the gold's head. Crooning gently, Bobbin pressed herself into Tyne's fingers. "I'm sorry she woke you, she would only have done that if we couldn't find Idri." She felt guilty and it showed through the need to explain, to justify. That and the worried expression on her face.. She was so transparent now, every feeling displayed as easily as the biggest writing on a page. " Thank Panagath for me, he must be squished up out there. I don't think we have decent sized ledges on this side of the Weyr. I'm sorry I worried you both. It's... not something you should have had to see..." There, she'd said it. But she felt as though she had needed to.

On Sat, Jan 13, 2018 at 1:42 AM, Laurie Hicks Laurie.Lynne@... [ArolosWeyr] <ArolosWeyr@yahoogroups..com> wrote:
 

R'zzon reddened a little himself.  He had witnessed something private; something that he knew she wasn't ready for him to see yet.  If ever.  No one wanted to be seen as that vulnerable to just anyone.  At the same time, he had also seen something wonderful.  The firelizards.  So many of them.  Trying to take the place of her queen.  He didn't know anything like that was possible, but he didn't know anyone who could speak to or compell firelizards, either.

"Panagath's outside," he answered first, then realized what she was really asking..  "Bobbin.  Bobbin came and woke me up.  She told us you needed us, so we came."  He squeezed her lightly in a hug.  "Pan wanted to help, too," he added..  "So he stayed outside in case you needed him."

On Thu, Jan 11, 2018 at 7:22 PM, Nutmeg nutmeg.witch@... [ArolosWeyr] <ArolosWeyr@...> wrote:
 

It took a minute, several in fact before she spoke again. Her eyes were red rimmed and her cheeks streaked heavily with tears. Snuffling for a minute, she brushed at her cheeks with the heels of her hands, looking in that moment incredibly small and fragile. Buoyed by the sea of colour that filled her mind, she drifted back towards the proverbial light of normality. Obviously picking up on the calm, the firelizards surrounding them began to quiet although many of them kept up a strange, thrumming tune. There was an eerie stillness to the room now and even the wind seemed to have died down. Bobbin and Cairn unravelled themselves from her arms and scuttled to nestle themselves in her furs. They obviously no longer felt the need to retain physical contact but it was obvious they weren't going to go far any time soon.

"I'm here," she said finally, looking up at R'zzon. As the cloud of panic began to lift, it was being quickly replaced by the fog of shame and it showed on her face as she hastily looked away. He had witnessed something very private, something that a large part of her hoped that only Idri would ever be the one to bear witness to and she felt guilty that he had had to see that part of her, that part which had probably instilled a fear deep inside him.. "How did you get here?" Clearly she didn't know, or perhaps remember Bobbin's rescue mission.

On Mon, Jan 8, 2018 at 1:45 AM, Laurie Hicks Laurie.Lynne@... [ArolosWeyr] <ArolosWeyr@...> wrote:
 

The first couple of firelizards which broke *between* and landed in the rafters startled R'zzon, but he kept holding and rocking Tyne.  She wasn't struggling, or taking any action to get away from him, so he assumed that holding her was helping.  And then the firelizards started coming.  

After the first seven or eight, he stopped counting, instead staring around him at the glowing eyes fixed on Tyne.

[[Pan?]]

{{She talks to the little cousins.  All of them.}}  To his credit, Panagath also sounded somewhat amazed.  {{And they help to fill her empty.}}

R'zzon nodded, and stroked Tyne's hair.  Stroking hair was supposed to be calming, and she seemed calmer, though whether that was because of his ministrations or the symphony of firelizards he didn't know.  

"Tyne, are you there?" he said softly, not even caring if he could be heard over the firelizard lullaby in the background.

On Sat, Jan 6, 2018 at 11:27 AM, Nutmeg nutmeg.witch@gmail..com [ArolosWeyr] <ArolosWeyr@...> wrote:
 

How long had it been now? More than months. Already it was creeping into turns but the pain, oh shells that pain. On nights like tonight it felt as raw as it did the very first moment Myrandith vanished into that icy darkness. Somewhere in the chaos, the solemn thought reminded her that this was her life now.. Gone was the golden age. This... was it. Wrapped in R'zzon's arms, the warmth, the familiar scent, the strength, all of it began to permeate into the madness like shining tendrils of light cutting through the dark and leaving illuminating trails as they went. They were something to cling to and cling she did, clutching at his shirt and holding on for grim death. Ironically, though even though she would never know it, were Myrandith still there, R'zzon's thoughts were absolutely right. She wouldn't have spared him the time of day, refusing to become the thing that she had so scorned her half-brother for. But for never knowing that, things would inherently... be better.. 

So, what mattered in the broken bubble was that he *was* there, a proverbial rock in her stormy sea. An anchor.

His words were starting to creep through, skittering around the edges of sorrow. Bobbin. Cairn. Beyond the space that was still in the shape of her lost gold, Tyne remembered that there were other spaces, filled with other personalities. It was apparent when she reached out for them as Bobbin and Cairn's mournful arias suddenly ceased and they quickly scampered to her, pushing their heads against her arms with warbles that seemed to say "we're here too, we're here".

But theirs weren't the only voices that started to chime in. Icy blasts of air could be felt  spiking through the air and pairs of glowing eyes could be seen in the darkness of the rafters. Others were answering the call, the longing that radiated from Tyne and called even when she didn't realise she was calling. They didn't understand why they were drawn to it, they didn't understand how a human could speak to them like that. But, they answered.

The chorus of voices began as a low, humming of sound that made the air vibrate and thrummed with a growing crescendo as more came, their numbers swelling into dozens, if not more as they filled the rafters.. They were there. She had called. They had answered. Their song grew, smothering the despairing wail of the wind into a glorious aria of sound that was sure to make most Harpers beam with pride. And, perhaps most importantly, their voices continued to fill Tyne's blackness, tiny patches of colour and emotion that spread through Myrandith's shade and the heaving sobs calmed into a snuffling whimper and then, gradually, shuddering breaths, the kind that came out of sheer, cried out exhaustion.

"Thank you for coming," she whispered finally, but it wasn't clear whether she was talking to R'zzon, Panagath, the firelizards that filled the rafters... or all of them at the same time.



On 5 Jan 2018 1:39 pm, "Laurie Hicks Laurie.Lynne@... [ArolosWeyr]" <ArolosWeyr@...> wrote:
 

How did you tell someone that their dragon was gone?  Someone who'd been without their dragon for more than a Turn?  He didn't want to tell her; he didn't want to be the cause of more fracture.........

But she had to be told.  She knew; she had just momentarily forgotten.  "She's gone," R'zzon said sadly, his voice cracking with emotion.  Just because it wasn't Panagath didn't mean he couldn't care about it.  "Remember?  She's been gone for," he didn't know exactly how long it was though, "...she's been gone for months now.  I wish she wasn't.  I wish I could help you find her.  I want her back almost as much as you do.."  Even though, if Myrandith was here, Tyne would never spare a second glance in his direction.  But to lose a part of yourself - he couldn't not wish her whole.

Briefly he thought about asking Panagath to talk to her, but even at the almost imperceptible thought, Pan caught on and rejected it outright..  {{Wrong,}} he said forcefully.  {{It would be wrong..}}

"Bobbin and Cairn are here," he said softly..  "Bobbin's worried.  You don't want Bobbin to be worried, do you?"

On Thu, Jan 4, 2018 at 5:50 PM, Nutmeg nutmeg..witch@... [ArolosWeyr] <ArolosWeyr@...> wrote:
 

Locked in a miasma between sleeping and waking, Tyne couldn't discern enough between either state to clarify just what was happening. She was overwhelmed by the chaotic pit of loss that gnawed inside of her. A sliver of her tried to bring it back together but the faint voice of reason was drowned out by the desperate reaching that was beyond her control. She didn't hear R'zzon come in. She didn't see him burst into her sleeping quarters. She didn't feel him kneel on the furs beside her. At first, she didn't comprehend the warmth that suddenly wrapped around her, the strong and reassuring pressure, Ironically, it was the smell that hit her first. Soapy, clean but tainted with oil and dragon hide. Between the juddering sobs that wracked her as viciously as though the very breaths were being sucked out of her, she inhaled deeply, and then again. Her eyes flying open, there was a wild desperation to them as Tyne clutched at her chest. Her heart felt like it would burst with aching.

"I.... can't.... find... her......" she managed to gasp between gulping sobs. "It's...empty....... nothing... I can't.... stop..... reaching...." Her head felt as though it was spinning round and round in dizzying circles. If she were to draw it, she would draw many hands, all of them clutching at everything and nothing all at once. It was how she felt, like she were constantly reaching out for something and finding.... nothing. 

On Thu, Jan 4, 2018 at 1:37 AM, Laurie Hicks Laurie.Lynne@... [ArolosWeyr] <ArolosWeyr@...> wrote:
 

Panagath landed as close to Tyne's weyr as he possibly could, and R'zzon wasted no time sliding off of him.

{{Want me to stay here?}} the blue asked.

[[Yes. I'll let you know when you can go.]]  R'zzon wasn't sure what, exactly, to expect, but he figured it would be bad.  He'd noticed that Tyne's mind was sort of fractured, which was understandable as she was dragonless..  How he could help, he didn't know, but he was going to try.

Weyr doors weren't made to keep people out, and Tyne's was no exception.  He was easily able to enter, and winced at the despairing wails.  And being a man, he did the only thing he knew how to do - he went over to her, wrapping his arms around her and held her - for as long as he could.

"Shhhhh," he said softly.  Then, "Shhhh," again, as he had no clue what else to say.

On Tue, Jan 2, 2018 at 10:02 PM, Nutmeg nutmeg.witch@... [ArolosWeyr] <ArolosWeyr@...> wrote:
 

Chittering anxiously, her eyes whirling pools of yellow, tinged with flecks of white, Bobbin fidgeted on the chair as she watched R'zzon. No sooner as he was starting to mount his blue, she was ready to go again. Flaring her wings, every muscle quivering with anticipation, she relayed to Panagath that she would meet them there. And like that, she was gone.

Errupting back into Tyne's room in a blast of between, things had gone from bad to worse. Somewhere along the way, Tyne's consciousness had forced her out of her dreams and dragged her mercilessly back into the land of the waking. The wind still howled it's melancholy wail all around them but the guttural howl rolling from Tyne's heaving chest dwarfed it. Sitting up in her bed, legs pulled up in front of her and her arms wrapped around her head, it looked like she were trying to shield herself from something, anything. In a macabre way, that was exactly what she was doing. Disorientated from sleep and terrified by her dreams, coming back into the "real world" to the wailing wind that her confused mind, in that moment, told her was the despairing howl of mourning dragons. And as the wind refused to relent, she was trapped in a circling delusion that today was.. that day. Her heart felt like it would burst with it's sorrow and she felt her mind clawing frantically into the void-like abyss that was still filled with the shade of Myrandith. Howling like a gravely wounded animal, Bobbin was nervous, scampering to the rafters where Cairn came to join her, huddling close as both flits warbled in terrified refrain.

OoC: Maybe have Panagath land on a neighbouring wallow or something? Tyne wouldn't have a weyr ledge of her own any more. Feel free to have R'zzon come kick the door down xD


On Wed, Jan 3, 2018 at 12:11 AM, Laurie Hicks Laurie.Lynne@... [ArolosWeyr] <ArolosWeyr@...> wrote:
 

​If Bobbin had been a gold *dragon* instead of a gold *firelizard*, Panagath may have been scared enough to be forced *between* from the images Bobbin sent him.  Luckily, he was able to lean on R'zzon to filter the images, and let R'zzon take the brunt of the aching loss.

"Oh, oh.  I see," R'zzon said soberly to Bobbin.  "I will do my best to help her.  Panagath, how are you doing?"

{{The little cousin's images are frightful,}} Panagath said, sounding almost scared.  {{You need to help the sad one.}}

"I plan to.  Are you ready to go?"  He looked over at Bobbin.  "Are we meeting you there, or do you want a ride?" he asked as he mounted.

On Tue, Jan 2, 2018 at 6:07 AM, Nutmeg nutmeg.witch@... [ArolosWeyr] <ArolosWeyr@...> wrote:
 

But Bobbin didn't stop and her whistles only rose in their urgency. There was an anger there that could only be interpreted as 'you have to do this, or else'. It was only at Panagath's urging as R'zzon fell out of bed and tried to dress that a sliver of sense settled over the gold and she stopped berating him, settling on the back of a nearby chair. She thrummed with urgency, her whole form vibrating as though she were a mere breath away from vanishing again, which in reality, she was. The blue's urgings gave her something to focus on and all she could do was project a sliver of the momentous, aching loss that was resonating inside of her mistress who was still trapped inside of her own dreams, plunging through the frigid air surrounded by the sound of mourning dragons.

Luckily, as a gold, and smarter than many of her peers, there was something else Bobbin could share and that was flashes of the dream that had spiralled through Tyne's mind. She gave these to Panagath, sharing with the blue Tyne's sensation of flying, the sensation of knowing that Myrandith was there again. Bobbin remembered the other gold through Tyne and even the small cousin had felt the loss keenly, having been driven into the wilds by the schism it had caused in Tyne.

So she shared this with Panagath, interspersed with her own fleeting images of Tyne asleep in her bed. Tangled up in all of this was the pressing need that someone, anyone, needed to come and help.

On Tue, Jan 2, 2018 at 12:19 AM, Laurie Hicks Laurie.Lynne@... [ArolosWeyr] <ArolosWeyr@...> wrote:
 

"What...who...stop it,"  R'zzon pulled his covers over his head, only to have them snatched away again.  A wayward claw accidentally scratched his cheek, bringing him awake.

"What's going on here?" he asked again, only hearing the whistles and not knowing what they were.

{{It's the sad-one's golden little,}} said Panagath, his voice going from sleepy to awake within seconds.  {{The sad-one is...in distress?}}  He turned his attention to Bobbin as R'zzon flipped open his glow basket.

"Tyne?  What's wrong with Tyne?" he asked Bobbin while dressing.  "Pan, try making some sense out of this," he asked, then turned to Bobbin when he couldn't get his shirt on.  "You're not making this any easier."

{{I'm trying, I'm trying,}} the blue said, attempting to quiet the firelizard down.  {{Golds are always so difficult!}}

On Sat, Dec 30, 2017 at 2:22 PM, Nutmeg nutmeg.witch@... [ArolosWeyr] <ArolosWeyr@...> wrote:
 

OoC: Set in current measles outbreak and the night before the windy threadfall.

IC: In later days to come, she would regret telling Idri that it was okay to offer her help down in the Infirmary. But at the time, everything had seemed just fine. Normal even. When rationality came back to the forefront she would remember that normal didn't exist any more. 

It had started with the dreams. The familiar dreams that made her heart ache and cry out in desperation for that missing piece of her that was now forever just out of reach. She dreamt she was flying with... no... not with, *as* Myrandith. She could see the familiar turrets of the mountains surrounding High Reaches, below her, their peaks capped with snow. She felt the familiar muscles pull and stretch and could hear the mighty beating of wings and the rush of wind around her.

Outside of Tyne's sleeping mind, as she began to writhe and flex in her furs, the wind was already picking up. Unattended baskets crashed over and as the gale picked up, it began a mournful dirge through the tunnels, whistling and wailing in a depressing crescendo.

Through the cold air she continued to fly, feeling the exhilaration building in her veins. But something was wrong. Something wasn't right. The air felt.... different. Furiously she tried to fly faster but suddenly it felt as though she were swimming through treacle. And all around her, she could hear the dragons begin to keen.

Someone had died.

No,

Not someone.

Her.

And just like that, the wings vanished and the air rushed past as she began to fall. And somewhere in the depths of her dream she realised that she was the one screaming.

*

Bobbin had bristled uncomfortably the moment she felt Tyne's sleeping mind take that familiar dark twist. Aaru had been awake the moment she felt Bobbin stir and Cairn instinctively wrapped himself tighter around Tyne's arm, clinging on desperately. The gold was awake and alert in seconds. Smart as she was, someone had to make a decision. Cairn was instructed to remain. Aaaru to find Drummer and, if possible, Idri and she, she was going to find help. Quick as a flash the firelizard had vanished into Between and materialised seconds later over the head of a sleeping Rider and began beating at them with her wings, accompanied with loud whistles that were permeated with urgency. 

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

Laura Walker
 


Ishkana could be very literal at times, and a look of almost exasperation flooded her face. "You asked me about where I was from, sir," she pointed out, "I was sent there by my mother when I was two; they brought me up. I don't think they particularly cared for me but I survived, and now I'm here."

Cremsden looked more amused than anything by the sign of temper. "Fair point," he agreed. "Foster parents, was 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: What should I do? (attn Cremsden / Ishkana)

Lindsay
 

Ishkana could be very literal at times, and a look of almost exasperation flooded her face. "You asked me about where I was from, sir," she pointed out, "I was sent there by my mother when I was two; they brought me up. I don't think they particularly cared for me but I survived, and now I'm here."

On 13 August 2018 at 07:51, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

What was there to tell, and what had Jerronila already said? Shard it. Ishkana sighed and began a very dry description of her old Hold in a dispassionate voice. How many people there were, how most of them were related to one another either by blood or by marriage. She left out specific mention of the conditions in which she grew up, as she didn't think that was relevant. "It wasn't a bad place I suppose," she concluded. "Is that what you wanted to know, sir?"

Cremsden had mostly stopped listening after five minutes in and had instead usefully used the time to focus on tone -- how did she say it and what did her face tell him? Where did she pause and what did she skirt away from?

"Well, I could likely draw out a lovely family tree now," he said. "But as I wasn't intending a visit any time soon, your life there might be a bit more relevant." He grinned at her slightly. "Imagine you were asking a patient for a history and they gave you that. Relevant?"


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

Laura Walker
 


What was there to tell, and what had Jerronila already said? Shard it. Ishkana sighed and began a very dry description of her old Hold in a dispassionate voice. How many people there were, how most of them were related to one another either by blood or by marriage. She left out specific mention of the conditions in which she grew up, as she didn't think that was relevant. "It wasn't a bad place I suppose," she concluded. "Is that what you wanted to know, sir?"

Cremsden had mostly stopped listening after five minutes in and had instead usefully used the time to focus on tone -- how did she say it and what did her face tell him? Where did she pause and what did she skirt away from?

"Well, I could likely draw out a lovely family tree now," he said. "But as I wasn't intending a visit any time soon, your life there might be a bit more relevant." He grinned at her slightly. "Imagine you were asking a patient for a history and they gave you that. Relevant?"


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

Cassandra <dragonmagic16@...>
 

“I’m fine thanks.”  Ishi sighed and flicked her gaze to his knots before she snapped to attention.  Awesome she would have to bash straight into a bronze rider.  From her, albeit, very limited experience around some of the Weyrs she knew you had to be careful around them.  Egos and all that.  Her gaze drifted over him and she shook her head, “sorry Sir, I’m a newly transferred healer. I doubt me running into you would hurt you but it’s a habit.” She stepped out of his way so he could keep going where he was going to. “Umm do you know how I get to the dining hall? I seem to have gotten myself turned around.”  Maybe he would help her before he left.


On Mon, Aug 13, 2018 at 1:55 AM Lindsay <alexeden1971@...> wrote:
"Yeouch!" T'od rocked back on his heels as he collided with someone. That was always the problem with corridors, there was no easy way to see round corners. The someone apologised and he looked down, seeing a woman. "Hey, my fault as well. The glows are a bit dim here aren't they?" He grinned at her; she didn't look familiar. "Are you alright?" He knew that Turns of riding Awsonth and woodcrafting before that had made him pretty solid. Perhaps not as painful to run into as a wall, but still.

On 12 August 2018 at 08:57, Cassandra <dragonmagic16@...> wrote:

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?