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Re: Hiding in plain sight, sitting on a treasure trove. (Tyne/Cremsden) @Lynn#6042

Laura Walker
 


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

"Of course!" Tyne brushed the dirt from the seat of her trousers. In response to a silent command, Bobbin and Cairn popped up out of nowhere. "Do you know the sort of places he likes to go?" 


Cremsden thought for a moment. "He likes hunting tunnelsnakes?" he offered. "Eh. Could be looking for food? Not other firelizards so much, he doesn't tend to hang out with any but his two." And they definitely were Bitey's two in Cremsden's mind -- he was just the guy who happened to feed them.


 
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Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


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

Laura Walker
 


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

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


((Tal!)) Tyren proclaimed happily. ((Tal and Ren. Busy with smells-bad.)) He wrinkled his nose in remembered disgust. ((Said 'go play Ty'.))
 

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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: Fancy Seeing You Here Attn Zy'fen

Laura Walker
 



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

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

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



Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.



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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: Rhosgen, any) #medhunt #passionberries

Laura Walker
 


Rhosgen looked at the dead face of the wherry for a moment before nodding. 
It wasn't a fish but if it got the wher to get him un-lost then he'd do it. 
He picked the dead wherry up and let the wher guide him, trying not to think about how the wherry felt in his grasp. 
_._,_._,_

And Tyren led him back to camp, stepping calmly over and between sleeping partially dressed and undressed bodies that in some cases were still curled around each other. ((Find Tal?)) he suggested brightly.
 
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Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


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

Laura Walker
 

“Hmm.” Off the top of his head Cremsden could think of multiple reasons someone might not want their kid at the hall. Some were most definitely better than others.

“Any conditions or recent illnesses?”


On Thu, Aug 16, 2018 at 3:05 PM, Rabble Rabble <rabblerabble@...> wrote:
"Mother doesn't want me at the Hall. She said I could join any craft that would take me." 
She shook her head. 
"Aunt said she's too busy to look after brats, and to make myself useful." 




--

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: Surely That Is What Numbweed Smells Like Attn Any #medhunt

Laura Walker
 



"Dunno," L'eo replied, watching his own pot.  "I only ever handled the finished stuff."

When he'd been assigned this job, the young blue rider had been as annoyed as anyone would be, given all the stories about how bad it smelled, but this?  This wasn't too bad.  


"Maybe we should have asked more questions." R'tal got up to stir the pot, getting the numbweed a half-hearted prod before he sat back down. "So. What got you all the way out here?"
 
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Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


Re: Is this normal? (attn Vashinta / Ishkana)

Cassandra Coogan
 

“Alright Ishkana.” Basho packed up the hide she was reading and grabbed a Klah pot and mugs before leading the way to one of the smaller examination rooms. 


On Monday, August 13, 2018, Lindsay <alexeden1971@...> wrote:
Ishkana swallowed hard. "Er... more private, please mam. I don't really want anyone walking in on the middle of our conversation. It's a bit... personal."

On 12 August 2018 at 06:37, Cassandra Coogan <Aroloscass@...> wrote:
Vashi blinked away from the notes she was rereading on a patient before giving the girl a warm smile. “We can talk. Would you like to talk here or somewhere more” she paused a moment, glad she was a woman and this wouldn’t be as easily misconstrued before offering “private.”


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

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

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




He *Did* Say To Check Back In (Kregg/Cremsden) #medhunt

Laura Walker
 

Reasons to find Kregg; 1, Cremsden had the beginnings of an incredible migraine, 2, the lovely numbing effect of the low fellis dosage had vanished leaving behind the more familiar if unwelcome anxiety pushing into panic and depression and 3, Kregg had told him to. Actually, really, he should just have stuck with the third one. Realistically it wasn’t as though Kregg was likely to attempt to help with the first two. But he’d had several turns of falling back on doing what he was told by the Master Healer, at least when his brain couldn’t come up with better options.


And right now his brain felt like it was stuffed with bandages, just not the nice comfortable soft cuddly ones any more. So, resignedly, he plodded off as he’d been told so that he could be shouted at and list anything that might be possibly useful later like a good cooperative accidental test subject.


“Ah, that’s more like the Cremsden we know and love,” Kregg said from  his spot by the fire where he was poking a numbweed vat.


“I liked being happy,” Cremsden grumbled, flopping down gracelessly. “Passionberries and airborne fellis, right? At least that was Cuylar’s theory.”


“And shockingly Cuylar is right,” Kregg said. “Amazing if slightly horrifying.There’s been a few incidences with the airborne fellis.”


“Yeah. I kept going back to see why they were working slowly but didn’t make the connection.” Possibly because his brain had been failing at focusing on anything more complex than sex and walking in a straight line at that point. “Got a decent night’s sleep at least.”


“The combination is certainly proving interesting. The stimulant properties of the passionberries seem to counter the worse of the sedative effects of the fellis pollen,” Kregg reached for his stylus. “Okay, I want all your observations.”


“Still not telling you details of my sex life,” Cremsden warned, and took a breath. “Right. Must have got the fellis before the passionberries -- I was in and out of that field yesterday, and I remember feeling a bit… well, calm, when I sat down.” He shrugged a little, awkwardly. “Figured it was getting out of the Weyr. Passionberries have got to have been in the food somewhere because uh-- they took effect fairly quickly.” It was amazing how he could be teased by Kregg for turns  and still possess the ability to blush -- brightly and completely, down to his collar.


“Mmm.” Kregg scribbled notes. “Approximate time? Less than a quarter? Practically instantaneous. What was the first indication it was taking effect?”


“I uh-- we probably didn’t finish dinner. Fairly quickly.” Cremsden said. “I don’t know, I just remember thinking she was looking really pretty suddenly and uh--” Still blushing. Still. “Couldn’t you have asked these ones an hour ago when I was too sedated to care about answering them?”


“Unreliable data,” Kregg said smirking. “Mm, interesting. But there is the factor of whether it made things extended.”


“Is there at least some klah or something around here so I can stare at that rather than at you laughing at me?” Cremsden said plaintively. “Look, bear in mind that I’m only going off descriptions of passionberries, but that-- it didn’t feel like a situation of going to the closest warm body. It was just.. All Margana suddenly.”


“Interesting. Were there others there?” Kregg said with genuine interest. “Were you presented with only one option or did it just intensify existing attraction.”


“There were other people about.. I think.” Certainly there had been the morning after but as Cremsden’s brain at the time had been concerned they were just new and slightly surprising additions to the landscape. “Fairly sure others were eating around there. I was only talking to Margana though.”

“Okay interesting. So the first reaction is to existing attraction,” he said. “And when you leapt into action...was that action better?”


“I thought we’d agreed to skip the sex life talk!” Okay, so that was a lie, he’d more hoped that if he said it repeatedly Kregg might take the hint. Not even hoped really. Optimistically attempted.


“This is science! For science Cremsden, for science,” he said still smirking. “You can make a comparative judgement.”


“If I end up identifiable in a paper I’m going to fecking kill you,” Cremsden muttered. “Yes, okay, it was... fairly amazing if I’m honest. And everything was… easier. So I proposed.” Because that had felt like the next logical thing to do at that point.


“Ooooo…. During sex. That’s not usually a good move,” Kregg said as he scribbled more notes.


“It uh. She said yes?” Cremsden was sounding a lot less joyful about it than he had a few hours previous. “Which.. I mean, she still meant it in the morning so that… that probably still counts, right?” He did not sound as though he were even convincing himself of that. Comedown from the mix had set all of the anxiety in the world free to hit him around the back of the head and this was far too easy to focus on. “I mean, it’s not like I tricked her. I mean, I didn’t intentionally trick her. And-- when did you propose to anyone anyway?”


“Used to do it all the time,” Kregg replied. “Funnily enough, no one seemed inclined to take me up on the offer.  Did she have the same exposure?”


“We both had the stew. I don’t know where she went in the day. Transpor-- no, wait, she said she was logging stuff.” Cremsden pressed his hands against his forehead, trying to push out the headache building behind his eyes. “My head might be going to explode. Feel free to write that down.”


“Bad hangover symptoms,” he said making a note. “Have something to drink. The klah there is not spiked.”


“As compared with other pots that are spiked with very specific measurements?” Cremsden suggested, but poured himself a mug anyway, pushing another in Kregg’s direction out of habit. “Seriously though, do you think it counts?” Because Kregg was clearly exactly the person to go to with relationship questions.


“The one thing I know is if you try to take it back because it could be a mistake you might as well go out and be a target for the weyrlings flame tests,” Kregg said. “Or kiss goodbye to your male anatomy...well not literally because I don’t think you’re that flexible, but DON’T try and take it back. That a surefire way to get a concussion.” He poked the numbweed again. “I speak from experience.”


Cremsden stared at him a moment, opening his eyes wide from his squint-eyed look of pain. “You did, didn’t you? How come there isn’t gossip about this?” he demanded. “Or does it just not get a look in amongst everyone you insulted and casually assaulted?”


“Eh,” Kregg shrugged. “For some reason everyone seems to think it is sarcasm. Now, are there any other details?”


“Everyone seemed very--” Cremsden fumbled for a moment, searching for words. “You know how normally there’s a bit of your brain that analyses what people are doing and why they’re doing it?” He eyed Kregg a moment over his klah. “...In your case, probably your whole brain. You ever manage to get drunk and turn it off?”


“Hello, you were there for the detox,” Kregg replied. “Apparently I can even do it while not conscious of what I am saying. It’s like some magical power that I should only use for good.”


“Well, this stuff does.” Cremsden shrugged a little. “Once the passionberry part wore off. Turned off the overthinking -- or turned off the caring about it, I don’t know which.” He took a gulp of his klah. “If I’m honest it was.. Well, I’m glad we don’t live closer to those fields.”


“Reduction of inhibitions,” Kregg wrote down. “Is that something that usually occurs with passionberry intake? I wonder if we can do experiments… “


“Watch it,” Cremsden warned, and he was thinking now, managing to start rousing his brain out of its fog. “That could easily be addictive. Far too easily.” He frowned a little, shifting just enough to refill his mug. “I don’t know that this one shouldn’t be kept quiet.”


“You are seeing therapeutic benefits… or the fact it would be highly sought after for it’s various aphrodisiac properties?” Kregg asked.


“Both. You tell someone they can have amazing sex followed by being happy and actually liking everyone for a day or so and see how long they spend asking about side-effects versus the price,” Cremsden said. “Shells, I must have been topping it up every time I walked into that field, and that must have been every two hours or so.” Brains were funny things. They didn’t have to consciously acknowledge something was happening to keep repeating an action that felt good.


“Hmmm doses staged repeated...interesting,” Kregg said thoughtfully. “A two part solution.”


“Or a two part problem.” Cremsden rubbed his head again, wincing. “The calm part is lovely, but once it wears off, the anxiety comes bouncing right back in but magnified. My brain wants very much to go and sit in a corner so I can over-analyse every word that came out of my mouth in the last day right now. Or to have some more so it can stop doing this. This had sharding better be as bad as it’s getting or I’m probably going to embarrass myself more before the day is out.” He sounded matter of fact about it, but there was a tense twitchy air around him that said he wasn’t exaggerating. Knowing this was likely to be a side-effect and not real helped him stop reacting to it but not enough to stop feeling it all together. “Hate sharding calmatives. Everything is great until it isn’t again.”


“Or  it could be your normal tendency to over analyse,” Kregg said. “I’ve been witness to a few of those sessions. Fellis doesn’t usually make you do that.”


“If it is, the fellis still managed to turn it off for a while,” Cremsden argued. “Which means my point remains the same. This leaks out, people are going to try and replicate it for fun and games.”


“Mmm, just like quickwort. But therapeutically, it seems to have a remarkable emotional effect,” Kregg said. “The Mindhealers will go even more crazy than they nearly are.”


“Unless they’re going to start prescribing a nice walk in a field they might have a problem getting dosage right,” Cremsden pointed out, and then reconsidered that, expression thoughtful a moment. “Though-- actually, wait, if it needs to be breathed in..” he said slowly, brain firing up enough to pull up the memory of some of those Second Pass notes.


“We need some form of delivery system. A mask maybe? Or...if it is actual pollen it could be mixed into a syrup or tincture. Might not need to be inhaled.” Kregg mused.


“No, look, there’s that thing I was studying for Megin.” From reluctance to sudden excitement in a moment as he made the connection. “It’s in the notes -- the inhaler. Designed to deliver to the lungs for breathing issues, but if we can get it right for one it would work for the other.” And never mind that he’d seen neither leaf nor petal of the plant he was looking for since arriving.


“If we get it right it will have a lot of uses. In through the lungs is a very rapid delivery system,” Kregg leaned forward. “We need a prototype. How far along are you?”


“..Not very,” Cremsden admitted guiltily. Truth was that he’d hit the point where progress felt unlikely enough that he’d hidden it a while and hoped for a miracle. “I can talk to the Smiths though. See what they can draw up.”


“It would be worth it.  Better than burning things and letting the particles make things worse,” he said. “The Smiths at the Weyr are pretty flexible. Or go and ask where K’ren got his scalpels done.”

“I’ll work on it. When we get back,” he promised, and hesitated. Some questions felt big enough that you didn’t want to ask them. “..Any luck with what you were looking for?”


“There are a couple of numbweed variants. I’m distilling a couple at the moment,” Kregg answered gesturing to the pots over the fire.


“One of them the one that smelled edible?” Cremsden enquired, standing to peer into the pot and stir it idly. “Or was that just riders left unsupervised too long?” As one had been the WeyrHealer’s weyrmate he probably should stop commentary at that point.


“Got samples of whatever was going. It might be. It’s a very subtle leaf difference on this batch… no serrations on the leaf,” Kregg gestured.


Cremsden sniffed. “Can’t tell. If it is, the other pot is strong enough to smell for both of them,” he decided and made a face. “No sign of my flower. Didn’t think there would be but.. Eh. We’ll work something out.”


“We need to actually look for what we came up here to look for,” Kregg pointed out. “The numbweed is getting made, people are passing out under fellis trees...things are fine. We need to sort this out.”


“So, what? I pull apprentices off fellis picking and send them for a long walk to clear their heads and while they’re there look for this flower?” Cremsden said, and considered. “Might work at that.”


“Did you get some pictures drawn from that reference you mentioned?” Kregg asked.


“Did some tracings. I can hand them out, but…” Cremsden shrugged. “Are we not still keeping this quiet?”


“They don’t have to know what they are looking for. Just say it’s a herb you need,” Kregg shrugged. “For all they know it could be for seasoning dinner.”


“Yeah, ‘cause they don’t ask questions like ‘what’s it called’, ‘what’s the dosage’ and ‘are you going to test us on this later’.” Cremsden rolled his eyes.


“ Then lie. Or wait until we stumble around some rocks, and then panic and ask for more help at the end,” Kregg said. “Say that its for ...ooo a sexually transmitted disease.”

Cremsden sighed. “In ten turns time they’ll be qualified and writing to me to ask about that cure they remember searching for for a patient who just walked in, and it will be your fault. Just letting you know that.”


“Oh I’ll just get some pepper and mix it with some oil and ginger and tell them to try it out,” Kregg grinned.


“You would at that.” Cremsden made a face. “Fine. I’ll put the babies on it. If K’ren asks you found them something useful to do. You lie better than me, and he expects it of you.” And never mind that he couldn’t entirely remember why they were lying to K’ren about this particular thing. Working with Kregg made it hard to keep track of at times.


“Fine I can do that,” Kregg said. “I’ll get the pepper, ginger and oil ready and waiting. Sounds a bit wrong but it works.”


Cremsden stood up, still wincing as he moved his head carefully. “I feel like adding willowbark on top of what I already managed to absorb in the last two days might just be the extra step that would make blood come out of my eyeballs,” he said. “Fine. Let you know if they find anything.”


“I’m still going to go and look myself...once I’ve narrowed down the possible numbweed variants,” he said. “Then I’ll know what to take back and try and cultivate it.”


“Yeah?” Cremsden gave him a sharp look. “Leg feeling well enough to go exploring on, is it?” He eyed Kregg, awake enough at last to do his own quick assessment.

“Of course it sharding well is,” Kregg said. “I’ve been moving around camp like a wher in the night…”


“Mmm. You have rather, haven’t you? Racing off to look for passionberries, that kind of exciting project.” Cremsden sighed. “What have you been taking?”


“I am high on the possibilities of medicinal discoveries,” Kregg replied evasively.


“The type you test on yourself first?” It was Cremsden’s turn to peer into his eyes. “You know you promised to log this with me. I know everybody sharding lies, but I can’t save you from the inevitable side-effects if I don’t know what’s actually in your system!”


“Believe it or not, I have not taken anything yet,” Kregg said. “But I’m intending to try some things on my leg soon.”


“With you, it’s always going to be a ‘not’,” Cremsden muttered. “Right. Fine. After I sort out the babies I’m sending one of the older ones over to help you. Apparently you need babysitting.”


“No I don’t… go off, and play with the passionberries, I’ll be fine,” Kregg answered.

Cremsden’s scowl said that he doubted that, but he went regardless, determined that he would indeed find someone to keep an eye on Kregg once the more urgent work was done.




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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: The Never-emptying Klah Pot (attn Lesal / Ishkana)

Jerzy Tobin
 

"I've not been here for a Fall yet..." Ishkana looked a bit worried. "Was it... is it... horrible? I know it's something I have to face sometime."
"Yeah, it can be," Lesal replied, taking a deep breath to steady
himself. "Not always, but that one was really bad. Normally they
don't have the new apprentices up front in the thick of it, but, well,
things happen sometimes when it gets crazy. Healers were short-handed
and tired from dealing with measles outbreak, so I got stuck where I
shouldn't have been, and nearly got scored *bad*."


--
"Life is NOT a journey to the grave with the goal of arriving safely
in a prettily preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways in a
shower of gravel and party shards, thoroughly used, utterly exhausted,
and loudly proclaiming: "F*** ME, that Rocked!!" -unknown

Whizzy: Jerzy
Aim: Yue146


Re: Put It In Your Pocket For a Rainy Day att: any #medhunt #quickwort

Jerzy Tobin
 


"Don't feel good," Megin grumbled, " But I don't need a healer. Just a little of this. I'm *not* being sent home early. Again." She quickly stuffed one of the leaves into her mouth, glaring at the other girl, daring her to say she oughtn't.
"Hey now! You can't just *eat* those! Shardit all, spit that out
before you kill yourself!"

Phyllia had started out with a scolding tone, but at the end of it she
was shouting, and that would likely attract attention. That was
probably for the best, if this kid was going to just stuff quickwort
leaves into her mouth. Whether the girl wanted to stay here or not,
Phyllia wasn't about to just walk away from the situation.

"Healers! Someone! Help!"



--
"Life is NOT a journey to the grave with the goal of arriving safely
in a prettily preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways in a
shower of gravel and party shards, thoroughly used, utterly exhausted,
and loudly proclaiming: "F*** ME, that Rocked!!" -unknown

Whizzy: Jerzy
Aim: Yue146


Re: Surely That Is What Numbweed Smells Like Attn Any #medhunt

Jerzy Tobin
 

> "This is an easier job than I expected," he commented to those tasked with watching with him, giving the pot an idle stir. "Is there anything we're meant to do other than watch it for burning?"
>
"Dunno," L'eo replied, watching his own pot.  "I only ever handled the finished stuff."

When he'd been assigned this job, the young blue rider had been as annoyed as anyone would be, given all the stories about how bad it smelled, but this?  This wasn't too bad.  


--
"Life is NOT a journey to the grave with the goal of arriving safely in a prettily preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways in a shower of gravel and party shards, thoroughly used, utterly exhausted, and loudly proclaiming: "F*** ME, that Rocked!!" -unknown

Whizzy: Jerzy
Aim: Yue146


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

Laura Walker
 

“Hmm.” Off the top of his head Cremsden could think of multiple reasons someone might not want their kid at the hall. Some were most definitely better than others.

“Any conditions or recent illnesses?”


On 16 Aug 2018, at 15:05, Rabble Rabble <rabblerabble@...> wrote:

"Mother doesn't want me at the Hall. She said I could join any craft that would take me." 
She shook her head. 
"Aunt said she's too busy to look after brats, and to make myself useful." 


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

Rabble Rabble
 

"Mother doesn't want me at the Hall. She said I could join any craft that would take me." 
She shook her head. 
"Aunt said she's too busy to look after brats, and to make myself useful." 


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

Laura Walker
 

“Mother doesn’t want you to be a Healer?” Cremsden queried. “Your aunt likely to have an opinion on it?”

Because while he himself was happy to welcome new youngsters below a certain age the family had the right to object.


On 16 Aug 2018, at 14:32, Rabble Rabble <rabblerabble@...> wrote:

"Mother didn't want me to. I heard her and Father fi- uh, talking about it. I got sent here because my Aunt is here. I don't think Mother knows how busy Riders are."
She hoped that she'd stopped herself from saying 'fighting' quickly enough. Her aunts had told her, she wasn't supposed to let anyone know that her parents didn't get on. 
And Father thought she'd never heard them. 


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

Rabble Rabble
 

"Mother didn't want me to. I heard her and Father fi- uh, talking about it. I got sent here because my Aunt is here. I don't think Mother knows how busy Riders are."
She hoped that she'd stopped herself from saying 'fighting' quickly enough. Her aunts had told her, she wasn't supposed to let anyone know that her parents didn't get on. 
And Father thought she'd never heard them. 


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

Rabble Rabble
 

Rhosgen looked at the dead face of the wherry for a moment before nodding. 
It wasn't a fish but if it got the wher to get him un-lost then he'd do it. 
He picked the dead wherry up and let the wher guide him, trying not to think about how the wherry felt in his grasp. 


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

Laura Walker
 

((Follow, follow,)) Tyren agreed. ((Find Tal.)) He dropped the wherry and took a firm hold of the boy’s arm - firm enough to feel teeth but gentle enough not to hurt. He could pull him - but that would mean leaving the wherry. It was easy to see him hesitate, thinking that through. ((You carry meat?))


On 16 Aug 2018, at 10:23, Rabble Rabble <rabblerabble@...> wrote:

Follow? 
Rhosgen turned on his side to look at the wher. 
"You know where the camp is?" He asked, getting excited as he scrambled to his feet, a few leaves stuck in his hair. 


Re: Hear Me ROAR (Neffeyn, any)

Cassandra Coogan
 

Fl’kol made his way down to greet the other rider, a wry smile flickering across his face as Nifureeth practically preened. 
((Now you I will definitely keep my eye on)) he shifted on the rim. ((Mine and I are almost off watchduty so I could show you the best places to observe the weyr.))

“Welcome to Arolos” Fl’kol called out as he came close enough. 

On Monday, August 13, 2018, Mya L. R. <mleesan@...> wrote:

On Sat, Aug 11, 2018 at 7:57 PM, Cassandra Coogan <Aroloscass@...> wrote:
Fl’kol looked out at the greenrider pair with a sigh. Nifureeth gave arumble of almost amusement, the bronzes dark hide indistinguishable from the rocks where he was settled in the just dawn light. 

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

Ooc: well they are Watchrider pair lol.

{{That indicates you've good taste then, dear Bronze.  We of the heroic variety will be ones to keep an eye on.}}  Aryorath touched down onto the ground and crouched low, letting her rider could climb down, with her tail wiggling about in restlessness.  Despite waiting for her rider, her tense form was a clear sign that it wasn't just her tail that she wanted to keep moving.  She'd just arrived meaning there had to be something that she needed to defend the Weyr against...after all why else would this transfer be happening at this moment?  Her rider had other reason for the move, but they weren't interesting enough to pay attention to.

Neffeyn grinned as Aryorath kept addressing someone.  A bronze by the sound of it, but that was all he really knew about the other dragon.  Patting her hide once more, he clambered down from her back, quick and eager to start seeing the sights from the ground.  The moment his feet reached the ground he was pulling the helmet and goggles off.

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

Rabble Rabble
 

Follow? 
Rhosgen turned on his side to look at the wher. 
"You know where the camp is?" He asked, getting excited as he scrambled to his feet, a few leaves stuck in his hair. 


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

Laura Walker
 


Jerronila shook her head. 
"He said it could be dangerous because you have to look after sick people and might get sick, then asked what I'd read recently." 
He'd also suggested she might like looking after animals, which, just no. 
She swallowed.
"If cutting off legs is part of healing," she said, though it still didn't make sense to her, "then I'll learn it too."

"Not like you'll really have a choice around here," Cremsden said bluntly. "Weyr Healer work involves a lot more emergency surgery than the Hall." He paused, still watching her. "Any reason you *didn't* go study at the Hall?"

 
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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.