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First Things First (jp: Cremsden, Cuylar) #medhunt

Laura Walker
 

Cuylar had a lot on his mind. First and most importantly, none on the trip had noticed just how little water Megin had been drinking. And now she was suffering from heat exhaustion. That aside, she had tried to chew quickwort leaves for an easy fix. And that led into the second problem. It was going to be commonly known that he had been near the plants himself. Someone would surely assume he had hidden some to keep for himself.


He would be lying if he said he was not tempted.


“Ah, there you are.” Cuylar blinked as he saw Cremsden. “Are you all right?” He looked exhausted.


More to the point he looked as though he had tried to dress that morning with his eyes closed and possibly while still asleep. Rumpled wasn’t exactly the word for it - his shirt was creased and buttoned wrong and hanging loosely over his trousers, his hair was standing on end -- oh, and he was smiling. He was smiling as though he’d forgotten how not to, even if he was looking somewhat heavy-eyed and yawning.


“We’re getting married,” he told Cuylar brightly because that was clearly the most important thing that this particular conversation was going to contain.


Cuylar stared for a moment and then said, “Did you just get some phenomenal tail?” He was almost jealous. If not for the seriousness of his own situation, he would be, most definitely. “Aren't we a little busy for that?” he asked, frustratedly.


((Congratulations,)) Elphith reminded him.


“Congratulations, too, I guess.”


“Relax, it was after clocking-off time last night, I got up to do my job like a grown-up this morning.” Cremsden reached to pat his shoulder -- and from a man who usually liked his personal space as much as Cremsden did that in itself was notable.


It also meant that he’d likely been wandering around like this since he got up to do his job that morning.


“One of the numbweed pots seems to be turning into soup or something,” he said mildly. “I’m thinking we shouldn’t let riders watch them next time.”


“... Soup?” Cuylar blinked. He shook his head. What on Pern…? Perhaps he should have stuck closer to the camp instead of striking out to look for the plant, but that had not been his assignment.


“You look like you just boffed in the bushes five minutes ago. Fix your shirt before someone important sees you.” Cuylar folded his arms. Now he definitely was jealous.


“Soup,” Cremsden confirmed. “Or stew maybe. Either way it smells edible which.. Numbweed really should not.” He glanced down at his shirt as though noticing it for the first time and obediently went to fix it. And struggled. Undoing buttons was a delicate task which his fingers seemed too clumsy to complete right now.


“Did they mistake cabbage for numbweed?” asked Cuylar, his eyes going to Cremsden's undeft attempt to move his fingers. “Are you sure you're all right?” he asked. Then again, Cremsden never had answered the first time.


“Kregg reckons there was something -- passionberries or something, maybe a prank.” The last time Cremsden even thought someone might have spiked something he’d drank he’d had a nervous breakdown. By contrast he relayed that with the calmness of someone discussing the weather. “He’s looking into it. This shirt isn’t working, is it?”


“Passionberries don't keep your fingers from working properly. Can I help you?” Maybe this was more important than his own concern.


Well, not more important. But maybe Cremsden was not in a position to help.


Though, if passionberries were involved, Cuylar almost felt a little miffed that he had not been part of the prank. It had been a while.


Still…


“If the plant we're looking for has special properties, maybe the others around here do, too. Maybe there was more to those berries than the eye could see.” He leaned in to try to peer into Cremsden's eyes to check for dilation.


“Yes, that’s why Kregg was interested,” Cremsden agreed matter of factly. He held still obligingly for Cuylar. “He did already do this, you know. Said it looked more like fellis than quickwort then went haring off…” he waved a hand vaguely “...somewhere. So I told him not to test on the apprentices.” And apparently considered that enough safeguarding not to worry further, or stop working. He blinked at Cuylar; the pupil dilation indeed looking more like the pattern typical for fellis than quickwort. “You know I could just take the shirt off?” he suggested, starting to wriggle his arms free. It felt like a good solution.


“You're going to get a sunburn…” Cuylar muttered. “Just hold still,” he insisted. “So, Kregg already fixed your crazy ‘I just got laid, but actually that was last night’ buttons, and you unfixed them?”


Fellis did not look like passionberries, and Cuylar could not think of any reason the old timers would have wanted to cross them. But then again, with all their tinkering, they might have left them vulnerable to crossing on their own in the wild. Or maybe it was just a coincidence.


“Are we making fellis, too?” he asked. He needed to start making it a point to try to behave as though he had already been promoted when it came to knowing the plan.


“Mmm, no?” Cremsden sounded vaguely puzzled by that first question. “Kregg just looked at me and ran off to play with passionberries, why would he fix my buttons?” He yawned, and gestured somewhere to the right. “Fellis is over there. Just been to check on them. They’re working slowly for some reason.” And maybe if he had been thinking more clearly he might have wondered about that, or at least mentioned it to Kregg.


“Good gravy,” said Cuylar. “You've just been to see them, and you're half-sedated. They're sluggish. We should get them away from there. There is something off about the fellis here; it's… airborne somehow. You stay here. I'll go.” This was turning out to be a disaster!


“Don’t worry.” Cremsden, who was usually the worrier, reached to pat his arm reassuringly. “Really. I’m fine. It’ll be fine.”


“If you're telling me it's fine, it's most certainly not fine,” said Cuylar, frowning. “Come on. Come sit down.” He had half a mind to make him sit and drink water beside Megin, but that could only backfire. “Drink water.” He handed his waterskin over.


“No, no, listen,” Cremsden said, sitting down as he was told and taking the water. “Margana is going to marry me.”


Cuylar forced himself to smile. It was happy news, even though he had too much else on his mind, like whether wetting his handkerchief and breathing through it would be enough to keep him from being addled when he went to tell the fellis crew to leave it be and stop.


“That's great news, Crem. I'm really happy for you.”


Cuylar could not help but wonder whether a handful of passionberries would work such wonders for him and Haygen. But how, exactly, did one bring that up? Want to get high and do the do?


“I hope I'll be invited to the ceremony.”


“Course you will. You’re practically family.” Cremsden patted the ground beside him. “C’mon, come sit down. You look stressed. Rest a minute.”


Cuylar’s eyes misted for a moment, and his heart really did long to take Cremsden up on the offer. Practically family.


((You left Megin with help. And there is little more either of you will do for her right away anyhow. Do as you will to warn the fellis makers.)) Elphith began to giggle in Cuylar's mind, and he raised an eyebrow.


[[Faranth, are you high as a kite, too?]]


((No. No, I'm good. Really good. Honest.))


Cuylar sighed.


“I'll be right back, OK? Stay right there, and I'll be right back.” Cuylar decided to forgo wetting the cloth so as not to have to take the water back from Cremsden. It would have to do. Besides. Everyone else was feeling good. Why should he not, too?


He jogged off to stop the fellis crew and to get them away from the vats. And a little while later, he came back and sat down beside Cremsden as bidden.


“Feel better?” Cremsden had stayed where he was bidden, mostly because standing back up felt like far too much work. Now he leaned his head against Cuylar’s shoulder companionably. “It is all right, you know.”


Cuylar was all the more worried by Cremsden's affection. It might have stirred him to tears of joy to have it were he not so certain that if it were fine, he never would have received it. Still. He patted Cremsden's shoulder.


“Maybe,” he said. Practically family. Oh, how he would miss this tomorrow.


“I really do love her, you know,” Cremsden confided, leaning against Cuylar more heavily and -- oh, that was practically snuggling now. “I never know how to tell her, but I do.”


Cuylar put his arm around Cremsden. Might as well make the most of this while he could. He doubted he would ever get to be this close to Cremsden again. It was an entirely platonic gesture – just as Cuylar knew it was on Cremsden's part. Practically family, after all.


“I know you do. I'm really proud of you for telling her.” Even if it was under the influence. At least it was not alcohol.


“It’s just-- you riders are really odd.” And Cuylar had reached the ranks of ‘you riders’ now apparently, although Faranth knew when Cremsden had dropped the idea of him just being a Healer with a convenient extra dragon. He yawned, half-asleep and cuddled in Cuylar’s side. “Never quite know how to handle that.”


Cuylar tried not to deflate at being lumped in with the riders.


((You are my rider. I am a dragon. That makes you a dragonrider. It's like. Math.)) Elphith giggled again.


[[What have you got into, anyway? Get away from that.]]


((Mmmm, no.))


“When I work it out, I'll definitely let you know, Crem,” said Cuylar. He could get up to go make Elphith drop whatever she was doing to get so silly, but then he would have to get up. And he was not about to let this moment end any sooner than it had to, as it was not likely to come again.


“I mean, this whole flight thing,” Cremsden continued, having apparently reached the point of reflecting on the universe regardless of whether or not he should stop talking and mind his tongue. “I know we have to all act as though we don’t think it’s creepy, but really? It’s not--” He flailed one arm briefly in the air, searching for words. “I just don’t see a way to square it with being any less creepy than the Holder who sends his teenage daughter off with the highest bidder.”


Cuylar blushed. He did not quite know how to answer that. It was not precisely easy to explain the… biological necessities that came with dragons’ mating.


“It might be ‘creepy’. But it's a part of what the dragons are and a part of who we become when we join with them. Those who choose this life, they do it knowing what it's going to do to them because it's less of a sacrifice than it would be to let Thread fall unchecked,” said Cuylar. He did not know whether Cremsden was enough in his right mind to appreciate an answer like that.


“I know Elphith didn't give me any choice. But… I can't blame her for what she did when she was effectively an infant. She did it to survive. And now I do what I have to to survive along with her. She rises to mate, because dragons rise to mate. And I deal with it because I love her.”


Was that too heavy?


Cremsden made a face, not bothering to hide the grimace he might normally have surpressed. “I don’t know. Maybe I just worked Fort too long,” he admitted. “Feels like anything which is so good, healthy and normal and such shouldn’t land people in the Infirmary as often as it did.” Hard to think of Fort flights as anything other than a nicer name for rape a lot of the time. And it had been turns, enough for him to learn that Arolos numbers were different, and he still had that mental reflexative twitch at the whole idea.


“I don't think there was much good, healthy, or normal about Fort,” said Cuylar with a grimace of his own. “Everything there was just an excuse to be terrible. I'm sorry if I've been making you uncomfortable, talking about… you know, love and stuff. With other men.”


“Yeah, because that’s totally the part that makes me uncomfortable about the whole thing,” Cremsden said. “Come off it, Cuylar, you know I couldn’t give a shit who’s warming your furs, I just don’t like worrying I’ll need to patch you up in the Infirmary afterwards.” Or at least he’d apparently assumed Cuylar knew that.


“Yeah…” Cuylar was not so sure, but that was all part, too, of having lived at Fort for so long. Hearing someone complain about what was unhealthy or abnormal when it came to sex definitely reminded him of many an overheard conversation there, even if it was not exactly what Cremsden actually meant by it.


“Well. You'll be happy to know that Arolos riders don't tend to come to the flight rooms looking to punish me.”


“And yet there’s still that ‘tend to’ there as a get out clause,” Cremsden noted. The fellis muted the normal background worry that he’d got used enough to in life to almost ignore, but didn’t quite hide the concern in his face. “Seriously though..”


“Look, I'm not trying to… justify flights or whatever. I'm just trying to put you at ease. I'm OK. I've always been OK here. If I'm ever not OK, you'll be the first to know. OK?” Of course, all of those ‘OK’s were in regard to flights only, but that was a talk for another day.


The contented feeling was wearing off. Might have been the subject matter; more likely the crash Kregg had warned about. Cremsden sighed, still leaning against Cuylar. “Yeah. Bit late then though.”


“Elphith knows how to pick the right ones. Don't worry. I'm OK. I promise.” Cuylar wanted to reassure Cremsden, especially if this was what was heaviest on his mind with his inhibitions so lowered.


“Hate it when people try to put me at ease. Usually means there’s something I shouldn’t be at ease about.” There was that grimace again, and this time Cremsden rubbed his head a moment. “How much of an idiot is Kregg going to tell me I am today, do you reckon?”


Cuylar sighed. He wanted to put Cremsden at ease because he cared about his feelings. And because he was obviously hung up on this. But he was not going to argue, not after Cremsden changed the subject.


“Well, I don't see how you cold have seen this coming. But that won't stop Kregg from telling you how much of an idiot you are,” he said.

“For not thinking about the fellis field at least.” Cremsden was starting to wince, and maybe that wasn’t all subject-change. “Feck. Reckon I’ve got about half an hour before I’ve got a migraine from the Red Star itself.”


“Need some more water?” Cuylar offered. It might not solve the problem, but maybe it could mitigate it.


“Can’t hurt. Not more than everything else is going to anyway,” Cremsden predicted rather glumly. And oh hey, beyond addiction and side-effects here was the problem with drugs. They wore off eventually. He didn’t try to move off Cuylar but shut his eyes for a moment. “Have I been making an idiot of myself?”  


“Not so far as I saw,” said Cuylar, smiling a bit and mostly to himself. He was also going to be waiting until Cremsden moved first, even to fetch him more water. “I really am very happy for you.”


“...Right. The marriage thing.” Lose the bolstered confidence, and back came the self doubt, except a little more paralysing. Cremsden was quiet a moment, not moving, just thinking. “...Cuylar, am I doing something really really stupid here?”


“Looking for a plant that may or may not exist and getting poisoned by vaporized fellis? Yeah, that might be a little bit nuts, but it was Kregg's idea, yeah?” Cuylar winked. “No, I don't think you're doing something stupid. I support you a hundred percent, and I'm looking forward to your big day already.”


“There's a lot of stuff to think about when it comes to marrying a rider. But I can't imagine Margana would have said yes if you hadn't already talked about that.”


“Yeah, it--” Cremsden swallowed, and sat up a little finally, pulling away. “Okay, so it might have all been kinda rushed at the time.”


“Do… do we need to talk about this?” Cuylar asked, turning to look directly at Cremsden. How had they not had this discussion? Of course, the drugs might have been the catalyst, but had they not talked about any of this just as weyrmates?


Cremsden flushed immediately. “No, it’s-- I should probably go find Kregg. He’ll want to write stuff down while it’s still fresh,” he muttered, not making any movement to actually follow through on that by getting up.


“I'm not gonna make you right now if you can't. But you're not gonna get away with it forever. We're gonna talk about this,” said Cuylar. They would get to talk about flights again, at that. Great.


“I just can’t lose her, okay?” Cremsden said that quickly, bolting the words as though if he rushed them out he could trick his brain into not thinking about them. “If--if this ends up being that kind of screw-up… it just can’t be, okay?”


“You're not going to lose her,” said Cuylar gently. “So long as you remember the reality of what her dragon means for her, you won't. You have to have already talked about the fact that he comes first, right? And that this doesn't have anything to do with her commitment to you? This is exactly the kind of thing I was talking about before – there are certain realities involved in riding dragons, and most riders make that choice, to accept those realities.”


“As long as you can accept what she has to do as part of that, there's no reason you can't be together. You've made it work so far. And let me tell you, she must really love you if she said yes to this. Making a marriage work as a rider is no small feat, and she wants to do that with you.”


If if if. If she said yes, if she meant it, if she hadn’t just been afflicted by the same weird mix Cremsden had managed to inflict on himself. If they’d ever been the type of people to talk about anything ever, rather than just ducking away from awkward subjects and hoping they went away.


Hard to tell if the pounding heart and dry mouth were side-effects of the come-down, or just straightforward panic.


“I need to find Kregg,” he said again, and this time he did start to get up, wincing. “Master Healer’s orders and all. Find him when it started to wear off.”


Cuylar shifted to help him stand up.


“Maybe now's a better time for me to let you know that Megin got herself into some quickwort while she was suffering from heat exhaustion, and that's the whole reason I came to find you in the first place,” said Cuylar. “For that matter, I might need you to search me. Or for Kregg to search me. So you can vouch that I didn't keep any.”


“And don't worry,” he added. “She was just chewing a mouthful of leaves.”


“..what?” Other thoughts got wiped away at that statement. Cremsden stared at him. “..on purpose?”


“Yeah, on purpose. I think she was a bit addled by the sun and thought it would give her super powers,” said Cuylar. “And I did leave her with someone to keep an eye on her, drinking water in the shade.”


“Feck! I’ll sharding kill her!” Cremsden swore and managed two steps before he stopped looking queasy. “...She’s stable right now?”


“I wouldn't have left her otherwise,” said Cuylar. “So, you're just going to take my word for it that I haven't got any on me?” he asked as he stopped to look at Cremsden's eyes again. “About that water…”


“You just told me you found her by the quickwort. Either you’ve not got any on you or you made sure to hide it somewhere off your person before you told me.” Cremsden was squinting, trying to block out the light. “You’ve got a dragon, not like searching you means anything. I think I was over-optimistic about the time to migraine.”


“I'm not asking so that you'll believe me,” Cuylar grumbled, still a bit bothered when Cremsden got all… clinical like that. “Come on, then. Let's get another waterskin. Or else sit back down, and I'll bring it.”


“Yeah, because if it goes bad they’re going to believe the other ex-addict searched you properly and didn’t accept a handful of berries as a pay-off.” Cremsden gave him a squinty-eyed glare. “Even I wouldn’t take my word on that one and I am me. Find someone who doesn’t like you to search you; they’ll take their word as worth something. I’m going to find Master Kregg. He can’t have gone far; he’s off his best painkillers and his leg hurts.”


“Fine, fine…” Cuylar huffed again. “The dragons are into something funny, too. Or at least Elphith is. I'm going to hunt you down with that waterskin later, too. For now, I'll go check on Megin… The search can wait until we're ready to go back.”




--

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: Nothing to see here #medhunt #passionberries (attn Chasser, M'ayen, D'vik, Rosk) #medhunt #passionberries

Rabble Rabble
 

Chasser looked up, and took a moment to assess the man as she quickly swallowed her mouthful of stew. 
"Evening, sir, and yes it is." She returned with a smile. *This* man was clearly no greenrider. 
Perhaps a brownrider or even a bronzer.
She didn't have all the rankers memorized like she had at Fort. Perhaps she needed to do something about that, she thought, blushing a little as she took in the very nice view his short being off gave her. 



On Wed, 15 Aug 2018, 2:53 PM Alyx, <scottish.wolfecary@...> wrote:
D'vik was idly watching people walk around, getting stew and finding spots to sit, mostly out of the glare of the sun. He'd spread his shirt out on the ground as a sort of picnic blanket. Of course being a large man, this meant his shirt took up a nice chunk of space. He leaned back slowly against the tree, stretching his neck from side to side. It was more than warm, it was hot. With a tired groan, D'vik brought first one foot, then the other up, taking off his boots, and tossing them next to the truck of the tree. He found himself, still uncomfortable, but for the moment put up with it. His eyes seemingly of their own accord followed Chasser as she came, and sat down near where he was. She didn't say anything as she did so, but he felt a burning need to gather her attention.

"Evening. Hot working today, wasn't it?" He called out, keeping his voice pitched softly so as not to startle her._._,_._,_


Passionberries + Fellis = ? (Kregg/Cremsden) #medhunt #passionberries

Laura Walker
 

If the world wasn’t quite making sense today that was okay.


It was okay because he’d just had the most amazing night with Margana. It was okay because Cremsden felt happy and relaxed for the first time since.. Well, he couldn’t remember when but it was okay. Everything was okay.


And if his head felt a little fuzzy, as if he couldn’t quite wake up, that was okay too. Probably meant he’d overdone the alcohol the night before. Couldn’t actually remember drinking anything but he couldn’t remember a lot about last night. The bits he could remember were gold standard though so. Don’t question.


He ambled about, quietly content with his world as he checked how things were going. Apprentices seemed to be progressing well enough, though a few of them seemed to be holding back giggles for some reason. He was cheerfully unaware of how disreputable he actually looked; usually neat hair sticking up and shirt buttoned as though by a blind man. It was like a badge advertising that something had gone wrong that morning.


Kregg looked like that most of the time anyway so obviously didn’t care about it in general, but as a change in the norm… that he noticed.
“Oi! Cream puff!” he shouted rather loudly as he stumped over to see him. “Thought none of the good stuff was coming with us on this trip.”


“No whisky today,” Cremsden said, smiling. Actually, he’d been smiling most of the morning. “Sorry.” And he didn’t smell of alcohol either -- or like he was trying to smell of something so he didn’t smell of alcohol. Smelt mostly of sex actually.


“Then why the smile? You look like you got laid,” Kregg said and frowned. “Waiiiit...noting a smug smile, a slight swagger, rumpled bedfur hair… you randy wher-son, you did.”


It wasn’t a smile now, it was an outright grin, and Cremsden didn’t even have the decency to blush about it. “Might have had a good night,” he admitted cheerfully. He patted absent-mindedly at his hair as though just noting it wasn’t where it should be.


“Your dragonrider buddy or some other lucky warm body?” Kregg questioned. “I have to live vicariously here you know.”


“No, you don’t. Pretty fecking sure there’s ways to do that that don’t involve injuring your leg,” Cremsden said. “And Margana’s on transport duty.” He grinned again, and this time it was a proper beam as though the sun had come up. “She’s going to marry me.” That part of the night before he did remember; tucked away to take out and smile at every now and then.


“A rider….marry? Obviously ordinarily it would be...someone, marry you? In tones of great surprise but maybe this is finally proof that between addles their judgement,” Kregg pointed out. “Are you sure whisky wasn’t involved?”


“Shut the feck up!” But Cremsden was laughing as he said it, clearly not taking it seriously.

“Spill the details then..” Kregg insisted sitting down and ladling out stewed klah from over the fire.


“What, you want small talk now?” Cremsden said, but reached eagerly for the klah regardless. Maybe it would help clear his head.


“Secretly I’m a romantic, and I swoon over the precious, precious moments,” Kregg said. “Actually I just want to see how this incredibly long shot has come into being.”


“Ah, feck off,” Cremsden said cheerfully. He drained the cup as though it were water and reached to refill. “They don’t make this stuff strong enough any more. I’m not giving you details of my sex life.”


“I’m going to have to assume some minor miracle then,” Kregg said. “Or you’ve become some secret sex god.”


“I’m going to let you assume it’s that second option,” Cremsden decided. He took a gulp that was only slightly smaller out of his second mug, yawning. “Can’t hang around too long anyway. Some of us have work to do.”


“What work would that be?” Kregg said. “Work or...work.”


“Well, if we want to not look like we came out here on a wild flit chase for a plant we’d better go back with some actual plant life.” Cremsden yawned again. Funny how once you started it was hard to stop. “And if I don’t switch the apprentices stirring numbweed round there’ll be riots.”


Kregg was watching him closely some of his usual mocking tone becoming absent. “True.” He suddenly leaned forward staring into Cremsden eyes. “Aha!”


“What?” And if Cremsden’s pupils were dilated he wasn’t looking guilty about it. He didn’t flinch back but held his hands up as though surrendering. “I know they found quickwort. It’s fine. I’m clean.” And he sounded surprisingly calm about that too, for someone who usually got twitchy at even the suggestion.


“Dilated pupils.. Quickwort changes their size but constricted first,” Kregg pondered. “More like fellis…”


“And yet here I am, wide awake,” Cremsden said.. and had to fight to stifle another yawn. He was sounding very calm still. Parts of his brain were starting to fire up enough to tell him he should be worried but it was difficult to gather the energy to follow through on it.


“But showing calmness, and some yawn response. WHat have they all been doing in your numbweed group huh?” Kregg said sounding speculative rather than disapproving.


“Well, one of them somehow got the wrong plant, but..” Cremsden stopped to actually consider that, then shook his head. “Haven’t eaten anything since stew last night. And klah.”


“Which klah would that be? Sounds like the sort of fun thing apprentices might do,” Kregg said. “Spike the klah, or the stew.”


He thought about that, or tried to, though his brain felt like it was working through fog when he actually tried using it for more than idle chatter. “Didn’t fall asleep after the stew,” he said finally. “That was when.. Well.” He cleared his throat. “Too long before sleep.”


“Not just fellis then. Or something completely new...love it.” Kregg said musing. “Whatever it is, it would help with those pesky succession requests to the Hall.”


Cremsden yawned again, and leaned his head against his hand making no move to get up despite his insistence of work to do. “If it helps, I could probably use a nap about now,” he admitted. The drowsiness seemed to be increasing rather than decreasing. “Could be the klah. You sleepy?”


“Nope. I think I better hunt down the remnants of what you had,” he said decisively.


“Okay. If it was apprentices feel free to blister their ears,” Cremsden offered, lifting a hand as though to bless that idea. “Feck. I really do need to do some work.”


“I’ll see what it is..might be useful for therapeutic approaches,” he said.


“Mmmhmm.” Cremsden struggled to his feet reluctantly. “No testing it on yourself.” Apparently that was his job today.


“Come on, share the love Cremsden,” Kregg said. “If you get to have a fantastic night, I feel I should too.”


“But unfortunately you’re just not my type,” Cremsden finished for him, grinning. It seemed likely he was going to be grinning for most of the day, even if he was yawning at the same time.


“Drugs can change a lot of things,” Kregg replied. “If you can get laid, there’s hope for everyone. It has to be some form of passionberry variant. That’s the only thing that can stimulate this sort of reaction.”


He brightened at that. “Heard someone found passionberries yesterday?” he offered. “Didn’t go near that group though. Somewhere near the quickwort I think.” So for obvious reasons he’d steered clear.


“Oh, if it is a variant, we might have found the cultivation zone,” Kregg seemed animated by that prospect. “And come on, apprentices were forever popping berries in the soup when the harvest came in. “

“Go have fun,” Cremsden waved him away, too comfortably sedated to worry too much about Kregg taking that literally. “Just not too much fun. And stay away from my apprentices while you’re having it.”


“I’m more interested in locating the variant plants...if passionberries are evidence or not. As far as I’m concerned you can all get frisky on your own time, I’ll save mine until later,” Kregg replied. “Plus the apprentices are ugly.”


“Yeah yeah. No using them for experiments either,” Cremsden said cheerfully -- nothing was going to dent that cheerfulness today it seemed.


“Well here goes that nefarious plan,” the Master Healer replied. “You, have something to eat and drink not laced with drugs and when you come crashing down from whatever this high is, come and find me. Hopefully by then I will have worked out what has caused this.”




--

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.


What Just Happened? (Cremsden/Margana) #medhunt #passionberries

Laura Walker
 

Margana woke, cold. And damp. She tried to pull a blanket over her, but the blanket was awfully short.  At least her side was warm. And her feet.


Opening her eyes, she was amazed at how close the ceiling was.  The wooden ceiling. Wait. This was a table. What was she doing under a table, of all things.


Shifting, something dug in her back. She sat up and succeeded in hitting her head on the table.  “Ow,” she groaned. Her foot-warmer moved, and she realized it was Celestia. And Cremsden was next to her.


And she was naked.  What kind of Threadfall-induced nightmare was this?


Noting that the blanket she was trying to use was actually her trousers, she rolled out from under the table and got up to put them on.  Her shirt was hanging over a branch, and Cremsden’s clothing was also scattered around.


There were other people in the same state she was, so she didn’t feel so bad.  But what on Pern happened?


Cremsden had been in a deeper sleep, dead to the world despite their sleeping location. He stirred only when the warm bundle that had been snuggled into him suddenly.. wasn’t and sat up blearily, rubbing his eyes.


And despite the uncomfortable and somewhat chilly sleeping position he woke up happy. Sated. Feeling like he’d just had the best night he’d had in a long time and he wasn’t quite ready to let go of that contented pleased-with-himself feeling. He stretched and smiled at Margana, brain not quite catching up with the whole naked-outside-and-in-public thing just yet. Brain felt foggy. Odd that, but probably too much to drink again.


“Getting up already?” he said, apparently not yet conscious that retrieving clothes off trees might be an odd thing to do.


Margana looked at him, all rumpled and cute, and smiled.  “Yeah, though I wouldn’t mind an encore of last night.”


It wasn’t that she had no memory of the previous night, but so much of it seemed like a dream. Especially since she was still experiencing some residual sexy thoughts.  It kind of amazed her, though. Even during goldflights she never lost her mind like this.


And Cremsden’s reaction to goldflights had always been somewhat muted, which made it doubly surprising. He yawned, clearly not quite awake yet, and held his arms out to her hopefully. “‘S cold over here without you.”


A noise from somewhere else in the camp distracted her. Standing up, she saw other people in various states of undress, looking dazed and confused.  She could tell the riders from the Crafters and Holders: riders weren’t quite as concerned with modesty as Holders were. Crafters fell in between.


Cremsden was a Healer, so she didn’t think he would be quite as concerned, but she’d actually never had the opportunity to figure out where on the modesty scale he landed.  


“You sure?” she said. “I’m thinking that underneath a table isn’t the most opportune place to snuggle.”


“Huh.” His forehead wrinkled and he processed that for a moment. “Why’re we underneath a table?” He reached up to pat the underside, as though to check it was really there, still feeling half as though he were dreaming and none of this could be real.


By now Margana had time to process that something had happened. Something sexy and intense.


“I’m not sure, to be honest,” she admitted.  “It felt almost like a gold flight, but the only golds we have down here are Razelth and Foreth.  And Razelth rose several Sevendays ago.”


{{It wasn’t a flight,}} Zlorenth said.


[[Then what was it?]]


{{I don’t know.}}


“And Zlorenth says it wasn’t a flight.  Whatever it was, it affected more than us.”  She waved her arm vaguely at the rest of the camp.


Cremsden was yawning still, and that really should have worried him more than it did. “So we have to get up then?” he said, as though that was the most important thing.


“It would be best.  Unless you want half the Weyr to see you naked under a table.”  She grinned as she finished retrieving their clothing. At least, she hoped it was theirs.


She was still softly fuzzed, but something was tickling her brain, something else that happened last night.  She shrugged, it couldn’t be all that important.


Right now that felt funny rather than mortifying and Cremsden grinned back as he grabbed his shirt. His fingers didn’t seem to be feeling cooperative this morning but he managed at least most of the buttons even if not quite in the right order. Everything was looking somewhat crumpled and grubby but when you came right down to it no one ever actually died of crumpled, did they?


“Pretty sure I started off wearing pants last night,” he commented, glancing around.


Margana looked at the ones she was wearing. They had seemed to fit a little different.  “I’m wearing them,” she said, and proceeded to take them off and hand them to him, as if they were home in their weyr.  


“I don’t know...oh, there they are.”  Another bush was proudly wearing them. Relieving the bush of its burden, she donned her pants.  


Margana was kind of amused by Cremsden; he wasn’t acting normal.  Well, there were other Healers around, if this kept up she could have one of them take a look at him.


“I wonder if anyone’s made breakfast yet.”  For some reason, she was starving.


Cremsden was still smiling as he took them, still smiling as he pulled them on, still smiling as he reached to pull her closer and kiss her. Apparently whatever had afflicted them last night still hadn’t entirely worn off, but he seemed happy enough about it -- and not altogether in a hurry to go look for his trousers.


“In a big hurry to go eat?”


Margana stared.  OK. Something was wrong. She gave him a quick peck on the lips, then wriggled away.


“Who are you, and what have you done with Cremsden?” she asked, stepping back a little further   “This is not like you. Stop and think a moment.” He wasn’t like this when he was drunk. She didn’t know what he was like on quickwort, but she thought that it made him concentrate more, not be all lovey-dovey.


“What, exactly, were you working on yesterday?” she asked.  During this time she was scanning around the site to see if someone had some biscuits. Or klah. Or both. But no help coming from that area. Where were random weyrbrats when you needed them?


“Checking on apprentices, making sure no-one poured nice clean numbweed in a dirty pot, all the interesting things you do on a field trip.” Cremsden shrugged, stifling a yawn. “It’s fine. I’m fine. Even for Healers, happy is not usually a diagnosable symptom.” He grinned at her. “We’re getting married, I am allowed to be a little more cuddly than usual.”


“True...wait, what?” Margana thought back to their conversation the night before, then looked at Cremsden. He was grinning like a fool, but was that just the slightest bit of anxiety in his mind at her reaction?  No, she couldn’t do that.


“So the only thing I needed to do to get you more cuddly was to promise to marry you?” she said in what she hoped was a teasing voice. “So why didn’t you ask me sooner?” Hoo boy. Now she’d gone and done it. Though, how bad was it, actually? They were already weyrmates. He knew she was a rider. She wasn’t interested in having a relationship with anyone else. And it made him happy.  The only reason she didn’t want to get married was big and blue and sitting on a hopefully no-longer-active volcano rim.


“In case you said no.” Well, that was straight-forward and honest enough at least. Take away the anxiety and there was no reason left not to tell her the truth, and right now the anxiety seemed to have turned itself off. Cremsden located his trousers finally and started pulling them on - a task that seemed to need more coordination than usual today. “I got you a ring at home,” he added. “Didn’t think to bring it.” Well, he hadn’t exactly anticipated this, had he?


“Really?  How long have you been wanting to ask me?” Granted, she already knew about the ring, so it was hard to get excited. Luckily she never got excited about any kind of jewelry.  Yet, now that she had said yes, she wanted the ring. “I can’t wait to wear it,” she said with heartfelt honesty.


She went to put on her boots, but they didn’t fit.  They weren’t hers. But they weren’t Cremsden’s, either.  She put them on the table and searched until she found hers.  “How much longer are we going to be down here?” she asked, grinning.


“Eh. Probably longer than I should’ve.” Cremsden wasn’t blushing today but he did pause and rub at the back of his neck a moment; the gesture as much habit as true nervousness. “Kept talking myself into it and talking myself out of it again. Wasn’t sure how you would take it.”


Margana nodded. She really wasn’t a huge believer in marriage--Turns of being a dragonrider had robbed her of that dream.  But this was important to him. “I think my biggest concern is my, well, craft,” she said, emboldened by his candid behaviour. “I don’t want you to ever think I don’t love you, even if Zlorenth wins a flight. Though, generally, the riders are mostly female any more.”  By design. She wouldn’t be as prone to want a continuing sexual relationship with a girl.


“I guess I always felt that the marriage avenue was closed to me.”


“It’s never been the flights that bothered me,” Cremsden said, his brain still fuzzy enough to be absent-mindedly honest as he pulled on his own boots. Laces felt beyond him at that point and best ignored. “Did you say you saw someone organising breakfast?” Because that sounded good, good enough for him to sniff the air thoughtfully before wandering towards what smelled like food.

“It’s never been...what?” Margana stared after Cremsden as he walked away.  What bothered him? Her link with Zlorenth? Her Threadfighting? What?


What just happened? She ran after Cremsden, questions flying through her head.




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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: Nothing to see here #medhunt #passionberries (attn Chasser, M'ayen, D'vik, Rosk) #medhunt #passionberries

Alyx
 

D'vik was idly watching people walk around, getting stew and finding spots to sit, mostly out of the glare of the sun. He'd spread his shirt out on the ground as a sort of picnic blanket. Of course being a large man, this meant his shirt took up a nice chunk of space. He leaned back slowly against the tree, stretching his neck from side to side. It was more than warm, it was hot. With a tired groan, D'vik brought first one foot, then the other up, taking off his boots, and tossing them next to the truck of the tree. He found himself, still uncomfortable, but for the moment put up with it. His eyes seemingly of their own accord followed Chasser as she came, and sat down near where he was. She didn't say anything as she did so, but he felt a burning need to gather her attention.

"Evening. Hot working today, wasn't it?" He called out, keeping his voice pitched softly so as not to startle her.

On Tue, Aug 14, 2018 at 7:50 PM, Rabble Rabble <rabblerabble@...> wrote:
Chasser frowned at the heat and the sun. She had learned quickly after arriving in the south that the sun was an enemy, so wore a long skirt and a tunic with long sleeves whenever she had to work outdoors.
She did miss the days in Forts' laundry, where that was never a concern. 
She sighed and adjusted the cloth she'd wrapped around her hair to keep it safe from snagging in plants, the straw hat she wore to protect face and neck fron the sun slipping as she put her basket down, and decided that she'd best get some of that stew people were lining up for, or she'd work too slowly later.

She ignored a greenrider attempting to flirt with her as she waited, and thanked the person serving the stew with a polite smile. 

She found a nice spot to sit while she ate, and daydreamed, not paying attention to those around her. 

On Sat, 4 Aug 2018, 12:57 PM Rabble Rabble, <rabblerabble@...> wrote:
Ikol understood why guards got sent along with foraging groups. 
It was necessary, even if hearing excited comments about yet another leaf was really dull, so as he kept an eye out he thought about what to have his next Gather dress made out of. 

Plants. Ugh. 
And yet more plants. How exciting.
 
It seemed that nothing exciting was likely to happen today, so when he spotted familiar berries as the smell of a nearly cooked stew was calling to him, he didn't hesitate to drop them in. 
Everyone would be happier after some passionberries, after all.
 



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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: Left Behind, Star Light, Star Bright

Alyx
 

"Uhm, I'm not quite sure, but it was a ways out. There was a bright flash, so maybe it was hot?" Lerian trotted along beside the man, his legs weren't quite long enough to keep up with an adult at a normal pace, but since he was in a hurry to find the thing, he didn't mind walking fast.

"I'm Lerian sir, thanks for helping me look for this star thing."

(ooc: I think he was still at the weyr so we're good)


On Tue, Aug 14, 2018 at 2:24 PM, jarel_lilienkamp <jintaochala@...> wrote:
"Of course we can. I'm sure Becky wouldn't mind." Maark'l said with a grin. ((We are going for at trip.)) He looked towards the way the fireball went. "So about how far do you think it went?" After a few moments he started walking away, leading the way to his weyr.

(Ooc: I may have messed up beckarths location. I think he may be at the weyr but I can't remember if I rode him down.)

On Mon, Aug 13, 2018, 9:02 PM Alyx <scottish.wolfecary@...> wrote:
"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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Have fun with any of my characters. Alyx, Lerian (candidates), Vayka (Healer), J'hen, D'vik, Teyra, Cotai (Riders), Rotasta (AWLM)



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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)



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Re: Nothing to see here #medhunt #passionberries (attn: Rhosgen, any) #medhunt #passionberries

Rabble Rabble
 

Rhosgen liked the stew. 
He hoped that it would be a regular dish in the dining hall, and ate it all down quickly. 
He leaned against a tree as he nibbled on a bread roll, nose wrinkling as someone near him started cuddling their friend. 
And then started undressing their friend. 
Rhosgen stared, expecting one of the Masters to yell at them. 
That stuff wasn't supposed to be in public! 
And now he was starting to feel ...weird. 
His hand tightened around the bread roll, and he looked around, starting to feel anxious. 
What was happening?! 
He turned and ran into the trees. 


Rhosgen woke up in the morning, a ruined bread roll still in his hand, and sat up, looking around at all the trees. 
He couldn't hear anyone. 
"Hello?" He said, hoping someone would answer. 
Nothing. 
He remembered everyone cuddling each other back at the camp, and...doing other things. 
He'd run away, and now he was lost. 
His lip wobbled, and he started to cry. 

(OOC: Rhosgen is 12, looks way older so wasn't shooed away from the stew. He's not very far from the camp but doesn't know that.) 

On Sat, 4 Aug 2018, 12:57 PM Rabble Rabble, <rabblerabble@...> wrote:
Ikol understood why guards got sent along with foraging groups. 
It was necessary, even if hearing excited comments about yet another leaf was really dull, so as he kept an eye out he thought about what to have his next Gather dress made out of. 

Plants. Ugh. 
And yet more plants. How exciting.
 
It seemed that nothing exciting was likely to happen today, so when he spotted familiar berries as the smell of a nearly cooked stew was calling to him, he didn't hesitate to drop them in. 
Everyone would be happier after some passionberries, after all.
 


Re: Nothing to see here #medhunt #passionberries (attn Chasser, M'ayen, D'vik, Rosk) #medhunt #passionberries

Rabble Rabble
 

Chasser frowned at the heat and the sun. She had learned quickly after arriving in the south that the sun was an enemy, so wore a long skirt and a tunic with long sleeves whenever she had to work outdoors.
She did miss the days in Forts' laundry, where that was never a concern. 
She sighed and adjusted the cloth she'd wrapped around her hair to keep it safe from snagging in plants, the straw hat she wore to protect face and neck fron the sun slipping as she put her basket down, and decided that she'd best get some of that stew people were lining up for, or she'd work too slowly later.

She ignored a greenrider attempting to flirt with her as she waited, and thanked the person serving the stew with a polite smile. 

She found a nice spot to sit while she ate, and daydreamed, not paying attention to those around her. 


On Sat, 4 Aug 2018, 12:57 PM Rabble Rabble, <rabblerabble@...> wrote:
Ikol understood why guards got sent along with foraging groups. 
It was necessary, even if hearing excited comments about yet another leaf was really dull, so as he kept an eye out he thought about what to have his next Gather dress made out of. 

Plants. Ugh. 
And yet more plants. How exciting.
 
It seemed that nothing exciting was likely to happen today, so when he spotted familiar berries as the smell of a nearly cooked stew was calling to him, he didn't hesitate to drop them in. 
Everyone would be happier after some passionberries, after all.
 
_._,_._,_


What Just Happened? JP Cremsden/Margana

Laurie
 

Margana woke, cold. And damp. She tried to pull a blanket over her, but the blanket was awfully short.  At least her side was warm. And her feet.


Opening her eyes, she was amazed at how close the ceiling was.  The wooden ceiling. Wait. This was a table. What was she doing under a table, of all things.


Shifting, something dug in her back. She sat up and succeeded in hitting her head on the table.  “Ow,” she groaned. Her foot-warmer moved, and she realized it was Celestia. And Cremsden was next to her.


And she was naked.  What kind of Threadfall-induced nightmare was this?


Noting that the blanket she was trying to use was actually her trousers, she rolled out from under the table and got up to put them on.  Her shirt was hanging over a branch, and Cremsden’s clothing was also scattered around.


There were other people in the same state she was, so she didn’t feel so bad.  But what on Pern happened?


Cremsden had been in a deeper sleep, dead to the world despite their sleeping location. He stirred only when the warm bundle that had been snuggled into him suddenly.. wasn’t and sat up blearily, rubbing his eyes.


And despite the uncomfortable and somewhat chilly sleeping position he woke up happy. Sated. Feeling like he’d just had the best night he’d had in a long time and he wasn’t quite ready to let go of that contented pleased-with-himself feeling. He stretched and smiled at Margana, brain not quite catching up with the whole naked-outside-and-in-public thing just yet. Brain felt foggy. Odd that, but probably too much to drink again.


“Getting up already?” he said, apparently not yet conscious that retrieving clothes off trees might be an odd thing to do.


Margana looked at him, all rumpled and cute, and smiled.  “Yeah, though I wouldn’t mind an encore of last night.”


It wasn’t that she had no memory of the previous night, but so much of it seemed like a dream. Especially since she was still experiencing some residual sexy thoughts.  It kind of amazed her, though. Even during goldflights she never lost her mind like this.


And Cremsden’s reaction to goldflights had always been somewhat muted, which made it doubly surprising. He yawned, clearly not quite awake yet, and held his arms out to her hopefully. “‘S cold over here without you.”


A noise from somewhere else in the camp distracted her. Standing up, she saw other people in various states of undress, looking dazed and confused.  She could tell the riders from the Crafters and Holders: riders weren’t quite as concerned with modesty as Holders were. Crafters fell in between.


Cremsden was a Healer, so she didn’t think he would be quite as concerned, but she’d actually never had the opportunity to figure out where on the modesty scale he landed.  


“You sure?” she said. “I’m thinking that underneath a table isn’t the most opportune place to snuggle.”


“Huh.” His forehead wrinkled and he processed that for a moment. “Why’re we underneath a table?” He reached up to pat the underside, as though to check it was really there, still feeling half as though he were dreaming and none of this could be real.


By now Margana had time to process that something had happened. Something sexy and intense.


“I’m not sure, to be honest,” she admitted.  “It felt almost like a gold flight, but the only golds we have down here are Razelth and Foreth.  And Razelth rose several Sevendays ago.”


{{It wasn’t a flight,}} Zlorenth said.


[[Then what was it?]]


{{I don’t know.}}


“And Zlorenth says it wasn’t a flight.  Whatever it was, it affected more than us.”  She waved her arm vaguely at the rest of the camp.


Cremsden was yawning still, and that really should have worried him more than it did. “So we have to get up then?” he said, as though that was the most important thing.


“It would be best.  Unless you want half the Weyr to see you naked under a table.”  She grinned as she finished retrieving their clothing. At least, she hoped it was theirs.


She was still softly fuzzed, but something was tickling her brain, something else that happened last night.  She shrugged, it couldn’t be all that important.


Right now that felt funny rather than mortifying and Cremsden grinned back as he grabbed his shirt. His fingers didn’t seem to be feeling cooperative this morning but he managed at least most of the buttons even if not quite in the right order. Everything was looking somewhat crumpled and grubby but when you came right down to it no one ever actually died of crumpled, did they?


“Pretty sure I started off wearing pants last night,” he commented, glancing around.


Margana looked at the ones she was wearing. They had seemed to fit a little different.  “I’m wearing them,” she said, and proceeded to take them off and hand them to him, as if they were home in their weyr.  


“I don’t know...oh, there they are.”  Another bush was proudly wearing them. Relieving the bush of its burden, she donned her pants.  


Margana was kind of amused by Cremsden; he wasn’t acting normal.  Well, there were other Healers around, if this kept up she could have one of them take a look at him.


“I wonder if anyone’s made breakfast yet.”  For some reason, she was starving.


Cremsden was still smiling as he took them, still smiling as he pulled them on, still smiling as he reached to pull her closer and kiss her. Apparently whatever had afflicted them last night still hadn’t entirely worn off, but he seemed happy enough about it -- and not altogether in a hurry to go look for his trousers.


“In a big hurry to go eat?”


Margana stared.  OK. Something was wrong. She gave him a quick peck on the lips, then wriggled away.


“Who are you, and what have you done with Cremsden?” she asked, stepping back a little further   “This is not like you. Stop and think a moment.” He wasn’t like this when he was drunk. She didn’t know what he was like on quickwort, but she thought that it made him concentrate more, not be all lovey-dovey.


“What, exactly, were you working on yesterday?” she asked.  During this time she was scanning around the site to see if someone had some biscuits. Or klah. Or both. But no help coming from that area. Where were random weyrbrats when you needed them?


“Checking on apprentices, making sure no-one poured nice clean numbweed in a dirty pot, all the interesting things you do on a field trip.” Cremsden shrugged, stifling a yawn. “It’s fine. I’m fine. Even for Healers, happy is not usually a diagnosable symptom.” He grinned at her. “We’re getting married, I am allowed to be a little more cuddly than usual.”


“True...wait, what?” Margana thought back to their conversation the night before, then looked at Cremsden. He was grinning like a fool, but was that just the slightest bit of anxiety in his mind at her reaction?  No, she couldn’t do that.


“So the only thing I needed to do to get you more cuddly was to promise to marry you?” she said in what she hoped was a teasing voice. “So why didn’t you ask me sooner?” Hoo boy. Now she’d gone and done it. Though, how bad was it, actually? They were already weyrmates. He knew she was a rider. She wasn’t interested in having a relationship with anyone else. And it made him happy.  The only reason she didn’t want to get married was big and blue and sitting on a hopefully no-longer-active volcano rim.


“In case you said no.” Well, that was straight-forward and honest enough at least. Take away the anxiety and there was no reason left not to tell her the truth, and right now the anxiety seemed to have turned itself off. Cremsden located his trousers finally and started pulling them on - a task that seemed to need more coordination than usual today. “I got you a ring at home,” he added. “Didn’t think to bring it.” Well, he hadn’t exactly anticipated this, had he?


“Really?  How long have you been wanting to ask me?” Granted, she already knew about the ring, so it was hard to get excited. Luckily she never got excited about any kind of jewelry.  Yet, now that she had said yes, she wanted the ring. “I can’t wait to wear it,” she said with heartfelt honesty.


She went to put on her boots, but they didn’t fit.  They weren’t hers. But they weren’t Cremsden’s, either.  She put them on the table and searched until she found hers.  “How much longer are we going to be down here?” she asked, grinning.


“Eh. Probably longer than I should’ve.” Cremsden wasn’t blushing today but he did pause and rub at the back of his neck a moment; the gesture as much habit as true nervousness. “Kept talking myself into it and talking myself out of it again. Wasn’t sure how you would take it.”


Margana nodded. She really wasn’t a huge believer in marriage--Turns of being a dragonrider had robbed her of that dream.  But this was important to him. “I think my biggest concern is my, well, craft,” she said, emboldened by his candid behaviour. “I don’t want you to ever think I don’t love you, even if Zlorenth wins a flight. Though, generally, the riders are mostly female any more.”  By design. She wouldn’t be as prone to want a continuing sexual relationship with a girl.


“I guess I always felt that the marriage avenue was closed to me.”


“It’s never been the flights that bothered me,” Cremsden said, his brain still fuzzy enough to be absent-mindedly honest as he pulled on his own boots. Laces felt beyond him at that point and best ignored. “Did you say you saw someone organising breakfast?” Because that sounded good, good enough for him to sniff the air thoughtfully before wandering towards what smelled like food.

“It’s never been...what?” Margana stared after Cremsden as he walked away.  What bothered him? Her link with Zlorenth? Her Threadfighting? What?


What just happened? She ran after Cremsden, questions flying through her head.



What's the Number? (Qioyon, Candidates)

Mya L. R.
 

Qioyon strode into the Dining Hall, bounce in his step and a wide grin across his face.  He'd made it through the day...not without incident but it hadn't been an incident that'd follow him for the rest of his life.  Just ended up dropping his notes in the dirt.  Someone had stopped to help him pick them up and said there were more smudges on the paper than any clutch had ever had.  The comment planted the idea that he didn't know anything about the flight, or what the upcoming clutch would be like.

That clutch and eggs and his lack of a clue about either was still on his mind when he went into the Dining Hall.  However, he knew he'd end up sitting at a table with people that could answer his question.  Dumping his food onto a tray, not really aiming or watching where he dumped it other than making sure it was on his tray, he ended up with a scramble mash of...mostly unrecognizable stuff.

His still hurried pace took him over to a Candidate table and he was talking before the tray'd full been set down.  "Hey, everyone!  Did you know I wasn't in the Weyr when the Goldflight happened?"  He stopped as he heard what he'd said.  "Not that it would help, this will be my first time Standing.  So I don't know things like guessing how many eggs she'll lay, whether you can tell from a flight whether it might be an unusual clutch, how many eggs she'll lay, whether there is anything else we should expect...or, you know, how.many.eggs.she'll.lay."  His chatter slowed down as he carefully spoke the last few words.  "Any of you have any guesses/ideas of how many eggs she'll lay?"


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Re: Left Behind, Star Light, Star Bright

jarel_lilienkamp
 

"Of course we can. I'm sure Becky wouldn't mind." Maark'l said with a grin. ((We are going for at trip.)) He looked towards the way the fireball went. "So about how far do you think it went?" After a few moments he started walking away, leading the way to his weyr.

(Ooc: I may have messed up beckarths location. I think he may be at the weyr but I can't remember if I rode him down.)

On Mon, Aug 13, 2018, 9:02 PM Alyx <scottish.wolfecary@...> wrote:
"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: I'm not lost exactly (Ishixi/T'od)

Cassandra <dragonmagic16@...>
 

Tilting her head she rolled her eyes, then listened with her head tilted to her side.  “Exactly what am I meant to be hearing other than the fact that you probably have rock hard abs…and you are hungry maybe?”  Ishi was so going to get herself in trouble here if she didn’t learn to shut her mouth.  She had a good bedside manner she really did but she also didn’t know when to shut her mouth and he was a bronzer.  Yep he was trouble.


On Wed, Aug 15, 2018 at 1:55 AM Lindsay <alexeden1971@...> wrote:
"Ahh now I understand," T'od was definitely amused, "Well no, I'm not hurt. It was a reaction to the collision, that's all. I'm pretty tough." And he thumped his stomach area to prove it. "Wait though... you hear that?" And he thumped his stomach again, waiting to see what her response would be.

On Tue, 14 Aug 2018 at 10:08, Cassandra <dragonmagic16@...> wrote:

Ishi groaned, “no I meant checking you for injuries.  I’m normally steady on my feet.”  She grinned at him, “my name is Ishixi, but people call me Ishi,” she licked her lips and a flush touched her cheek.  “You don’t have to go with me Sir, I mean, I’m sure you have better things to do.”  She paused and tried to not look up at him.  He was good looking but she wasn't going there.  


On Tue, Aug 14, 2018 at 4:53 PM Lindsay <alexeden1971@...> wrote:
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)

Cassandra <dragonmagic16@...>
 

Ok’lin looked at him curiously, “what hard way?”  Admittedly when he was younger and he had never gotten to really know the other riders, even the Weyrlings in his own hatching group, but as he got older he realised people were actually….interesting.  Each story was unique and he was enjoying puzzling it out.  Why not start with a friend?


On Wed, Aug 15, 2018 at 1:51 AM Lindsay <alexeden1971@...> wrote:
T'od chuckled in agreement. "Same here, the more someone tells me no... Well you're right. From what I understand that's pretty much all you can do as a parent - give advice and be there. And try not to tell them 'I told you so' if they don't take your advice and feck up." Slightly quieter, he concluded, "I learned that one from my mother. The hard way." He returned the salute, taking a deep gulp of his klah. "Well we try, but there are some things they have to learn for themselves."

On Tue, 14 Aug 2018 at 10:05, Cassandra <dragonmagic16@...> wrote:

Ok’lin shrugged his shoulders, “just have to hope it doesn’t come to that.  I can’t tell him what to do now.  He grew up as Weyrbrat so it’s not like I can go oh I want you to not do that.”  He frowned a little.  “The more my father,” he said the name with some distaste, “told me to do something the more I dug my heels in.   Besides even if he stands it doesn’t mean he’ll impress.  Either way all I can do is give him advice and be there for him.”  Picking up his klah he gave T’od a salute, “besides that means he’ll have good guidance in people like you yeah?” 


On Tue, Aug 14, 2018 at 4:48 PM Lindsay <alexeden1971@...> wrote:
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.



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

Lindsay
 

"Ahh now I understand," T'od was definitely amused, "Well no, I'm not hurt. It was a reaction to the collision, that's all. I'm pretty tough." And he thumped his stomach area to prove it. "Wait though... you hear that?" And he thumped his stomach again, waiting to see what her response would be.


On Tue, 14 Aug 2018 at 10:08, Cassandra <dragonmagic16@...> wrote:

Ishi groaned, “no I meant checking you for injuries.  I’m normally steady on my feet.”  She grinned at him, “my name is Ishixi, but people call me Ishi,” she licked her lips and a flush touched her cheek.  “You don’t have to go with me Sir, I mean, I’m sure you have better things to do.”  She paused and tried to not look up at him.  He was good looking but she wasn't going there.  


On Tue, Aug 14, 2018 at 4:53 PM Lindsay <alexeden1971@...> wrote:
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 chuckled in agreement. "Same here, the more someone tells me no... Well you're right. From what I understand that's pretty much all you can do as a parent - give advice and be there. And try not to tell them 'I told you so' if they don't take your advice and feck up." Slightly quieter, he concluded, "I learned that one from my mother. The hard way." He returned the salute, taking a deep gulp of his klah. "Well we try, but there are some things they have to learn for themselves."

On Tue, 14 Aug 2018 at 10:05, Cassandra <dragonmagic16@...> wrote:

Ok’lin shrugged his shoulders, “just have to hope it doesn’t come to that.  I can’t tell him what to do now.  He grew up as Weyrbrat so it’s not like I can go oh I want you to not do that.”  He frowned a little.  “The more my father,” he said the name with some distaste, “told me to do something the more I dug my heels in.   Besides even if he stands it doesn’t mean he’ll impress.  Either way all I can do is give him advice and be there for him.”  Picking up his klah he gave T’od a salute, “besides that means he’ll have good guidance in people like you yeah?” 


On Tue, Aug 14, 2018 at 4:48 PM Lindsay <alexeden1971@...> wrote:
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.



Re: Even I can tell that's stupid, and I'm a novice! (Ysolde/Ishkana) @Lynn642

Lindsay
 

Ishkana glanced at the journeyman briefly before looking back at Ysolde. "I think," she said slowly, "You need to train yourself to always take precautions, no matter what you're doing. You already have permanent damage, but with this degree of sunburn you can make it worse and cause other things... correct me if I'm wrong mam?" She stopped so Maithera would know she was waiting on confirmation for what she'd said. 


On Mon, 13 Aug 2018 at 11:16, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
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: I'm not lost exactly (Ishixi/T'od)

Cassandra <dragonmagic16@...>
 

Ishi groaned, “no I meant checking you for injuries.  I’m normally steady on my feet.”  She grinned at him, “my name is Ishixi, but people call me Ishi,” she licked her lips and a flush touched her cheek.  “You don’t have to go with me Sir, I mean, I’m sure you have better things to do.”  She paused and tried to not look up at him.  He was good looking but she wasn't going there.  


On Tue, Aug 14, 2018 at 4:53 PM Lindsay <alexeden1971@...> wrote:
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)

Cassandra <dragonmagic16@...>
 

Ok’lin shrugged his shoulders, “just have to hope it doesn’t come to that.  I can’t tell him what to do now.  He grew up as Weyrbrat so it’s not like I can go oh I want you to not do that.”  He frowned a little.  “The more my father,” he said the name with some distaste, “told me to do something the more I dug my heels in.   Besides even if he stands it doesn’t mean he’ll impress.  Either way all I can do is give him advice and be there for him.”  Picking up his klah he gave T’od a salute, “besides that means he’ll have good guidance in people like you yeah?” 


On Tue, Aug 14, 2018 at 4:48 PM Lindsay <alexeden1971@...> wrote:
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: Queuing for Breakfast - Second Day of the #medhunt (ATTN: Anybody!) #medhunt

Jenna Cunningham
 

"Well," Asheran began, then used the shortening breakfast queue as an excuse to shuffle forward and gather his thoughts. "Yesterday, heading to the cook line for dinner, I took a shortcut, and there were a couple there in the bushes who were coupling, ah, you know." He made an okay sign with one hand, and poked the index finger of his other hand through the circle his thumb and index finger made, looking at the older man with what he hoped was a very knowledgeable look. Then he turned his head to the side, eyes slanting upward in thought.
 
"...and it made me think of home -- not in that way, I didn't have a girl or anything, I wouldn't dishonour any of the girls back home like that without a promise out of it, but just... I started thinking about my family, and how it's been awhile since I've seen them. It had me feeling a bit low and lonely." He chewed on the inside of his cheek, then nodded and continued, as if self-reassured by his own response: "And we'd had a lesson a couple days before about our fears and that, and it must have just weighed on me. So I had a bad dream about being on the sands again, about maybe getting injured... But I'm not afraid of being hurt, I don't think, so I don't know why I'd dream that."


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

Lindsay
 

"An aunt and uncle," Ishkana clarified, "Cousins of my mother, so not really close family. Jerronila is one of their children."


On Mon, 13 Aug 2018 at 09:08, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

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.