Cremsden grinned. "Sometimes. But more to the point, if you're applying a lot of it there's a risk that *any* protective coating on your hands is going to wear off. And the first you're likely to know about that is when you've already made yourself useless for a few hours. How's your health been generally?"

On Tue, Aug 21, 2018 at 8:21 PM, Lindsay <alexeden1971@...> wrote:

Oil after redwort? That was a new one on her. But she guessed he knew what he was talking about. "A paddle for larger areas, sir? Is it less..." She waved her hands, not knowing the right word, "Less tickly for some patients?" She nodded, shadowing someone would be good. She learned quickly. "Yes please, sir. I want to do this."

On 20 August 2018 at 12:07, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

"You get used to people being sick on you," Cremsden assured her. "And crapping on you for that matter. Sensitive stomachs don't last long around here." He ran through her list in his head for a moment. "_Oil_ to stop numbweed, sweetheart, redwort then oil else you'll be useful for very little for the rest of the day. Though depending on what it's for you may want to use a paddle. Fellis sedates -- you need to remember that if you're using it, though you won't be prescribing yourself for a good while. Remind riders of it if you get asked to give them some by a journeyman though -- no-one should be *between*ing on fellis and sometimes people forget if the patient's not in front of them to check the knots. Not a bad list all the same though." He sounded approving despite his corrections. "Generally we'll try to give you at least a short period each day shadowing someone. Means you see what's going on and you never know when we'll need a runner for something not in the room."

On Fri, Aug 17, 2018 at 8:43 PM, Lindsay <alexeden1971@...> wrote:

Ishkana beamed at him. That was a nice clear information request. "I can read well, write okay and do numbers. I know numbweed is generally used for skin or muscle pain, and fellis for inside pain. Redwort is to make things clean and stops the effects of numbweed on a healer's hands. I can make klah and fold bandages, and I don't really have a problem with blood although if someone's sick on me I may throw up too. I generally only got to watch bits and pieces in the Hold, and not do anything except tidying, stirring numbweed kettles and sweeping the floor. Oh, and I'm quite fast at picking and packing needlethorn."

On Wed, 15 Aug 2018 at 12:00, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

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

"It happens," Cremsden nodded agreeably. "Okay. What I need from you then is to tell me about what kind of things you did growing up - chores, lessons, that kind of thing. We can work to fill in gaps but my life is a lot easier if I know that the gaps are there and need to be filled than if we proceed assuming that knowing how to do a certain thing is standard and end up with you lost." He smiled at her. "Conversely, particularly if you've done any work at all in an Infirmary, there's no point wasting everyone's time by teaching you basics you're already solid on."

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

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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.

Ishi eyed him then shrugged, "truthfully I just eat whenever I can, you never know when an emergency is going to come in." She frowned at her own words, that made her sound like she was always working, which she was, but it was only because she didn't know anyone.  "Lunch is normally larger because it's harder to sleep for me on a larger meal but it depends on shifts and stuff."

On Wed, Aug 22, 2018 at 4:44 AM Lindsay <alexeden1971@...> wrote:

T'od liked the fact that she'd snorted instead of a titter or giggle. It made her out to be a woman who knew how to have fun, not just laugh out of politeness or in order to please. "What do you normally have for lunch?" he asked as they progressed. "D'you prefer to eat a big meal now, or later?"

On 18 August 2018 at 04:44, Cassandra <dragonmagic16@...> wrote:

An amused snort came from her as she took his arm, her gaze wandering over him before she snapped it back to the hall in front of her.  Hopefully he didn’t notice the slight flush that touched her cheeks.  Part of her couldn’t help but ponder how many times he had hit his head on his dragon but she wasn’t going to ask because that would be rude.  “Why thank you kind sir.” She smiled up  at him.

On Sat, Aug 18, 2018 at 4:55 AM Lindsay <alexeden1971@...> wrote:

"That's it exactly!" T'od told her good-humouredly. "Please allow me, T'od of bronze Awsonth, to escort you to your meal. I'm probably just as hungry as you, and my dragon won't get any sense out of me until I have filled my belly. Of course, that works both ways too." He treated Ishi to an outrageous wink, even as he offered her his arm.

On Tue, 14 Aug 2018 at 21:18, Cassandra <dragonmagic16@...> wrote:

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?

"You know it's been so long since I've been Okalini," Ok'lin said with a faint smile.   "I remembering thinking I had no idea, I was going to go by O'in or O'lin or something but Zingiberth decided he liked it how it is Ok'lini.  I wasn't going to argue with a newly hatched bronze dragon." This was said with some amusement.

[[Especially one that is always right]] Zingiberth reminded him.

"Sorry I was just informed that Zingi is always right so I should be thankful or something."

On Wed, Aug 22, 2018 at 4:24 AM Lindsay <alexeden1971@...> wrote:

T'od laughed. "I wasn't kicking around the Candidate barracks for very long before Awsonth made me his. I always thought Takoda sounded a bit girly, so changing it to just T'od made a whole heap of sense. One syllable, nothing remotely feminine about it." He turned the question around. "How did you decide what to elide your name to?"

On 18 August 2018 at 03:18, Cassandra <dragonmagic16@...> wrote:

“At least she cared right?” Ok’lin pointed out, “I mean sure that would of annoyed me as well but at least she cared.”  His mother had died very young and his father had never really cared so he had missed that parent figure in his life.  “I’m glad she was wrong as well.”  He nodded because he believed everyone needed a dragon in their life and he didn’t understand anyone that refused the search tokens that were given out.  “Takoda huh? I never knew your name before you impressed.” 

On Sat, Aug 18, 2018 at 4:34 AM Lindsay <alexeden1971@...> wrote:

T'od's laugh was rueful. "Much as I loved my mother, she did love to rub it in if I fecked up, especially if she'd advised me not to do something. I can still hear her voice sometimes 'Takoda, I warned you that would happen... Didn't I say it?' and other such things like that. Really pisses a young man off, y'know? Especially one who's old enough to marry or be a Senior Apprentice by that time. Clearly she thought because she had *told* me it would go wrong, that would be enough to stop me doing it. I don't really think it ever occurred to her that I would want to find out for myself." His gaze was distant as he spoke, but then he focused on Ok'lin's face. "The one time she didn't get to say she told me so was after I was Searched, and came here to Impress Awsonth. She thought it was all a waste of time and I'd never Impress. I'm glad she was wrong."

On Tue, 14 Aug 2018 at 21:14, Cassandra <dragonmagic16@...> wrote:

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.

F'gan smiled. "Yes. Sometimes this could be a good thing. Shortly after I arrived here I met other friends from Ista that had been transferred here as well. Your aunt is here too." He told her. "Are you afraid that you will be sent away now that you found me? Not likely to happen on my end." he assured her.

Ishkana saw the girl coming towards her and started to reach her hands out as she stumbled. "Hey, careful there," She said with a smile, returning the handshake, "I'm Ishkana. My cousin is around here somewhere too, if you don't mind a third? I don't know if she's paired up with anyone yet."

On 19 August 2018 at 04:09, Cassandra Coogan <Aroloscass@...> wrote:

Chyltas finally got the courage to approach someone, stumbling a little at a rock she didn’t quite see. She put her hand out “I’m Chyltas. We should work together.”

Ooc: she didn’t pick anyone in particular. 

On Saturday, August 18, 2018, Lindsay <alexeden1971@...> wrote:

Ishkana was over on one side of the group. She couldn't see her cousin, and she wasn't really friends with anyone yet. She thought she'd wander through the group and see if everyone had paired up or not.

On Sat, 18 Aug 2018 at 00:59, Rabble Rabble <rabblerabble@...> wrote:

Jerronila was also looking around, nervous because she still hadn't made any friends. 
What if no one wanted to partner with her?
She saw another girl looking around and smiled hopefully at her. 
At least she'd redone her braids the night before so she didn't look scruffy.  

 

Teyra did keep her eyes closed, and finally once all the mud was gone, she raised her head again, and smiled up at him. "Thanks for the help." Though wet her hair was now obviously very blonde, which provided a striking look with her golden colored eyes. Stakarth near them dropped to her belly in the water, creating a small sloshy wave.

On Tue, Aug 21, 2018 at 4:55 AM, Lindsay <alexeden1971@...> wrote:

"Here goes, then" T'od warned her and poured water repeatedly over Teyra's head until it ran clear. Each handful came with a warning before he let it go and he hoped the greenrider was keeping her eyes shut.

On 17 August 2018 at 21:53, Alyx <scottish.wolfecary@...> wrote:

The tone of the blue flits scolding changed as the strange man went nearer to his pet. But he didn't dive bomb or anything like that. Instead he went down, landing on the tip of Stakarth's wing, watching the pair avidly. The green dragon didn't seem to care one bit about her small percher. Lali flipped his wings closed over his back. As if trying to get the last word about the subject.

Teyra closed her eyes, ignoring the scolds. She wasn't a little girl anymore, and sometimes Lali didn't seem to realize that. But he was a good flit, and well trained other than his scolding. She swam a little closer, she was good at treading water, she had gotten used to it a long time ago as she'd always been pretty slight, and when others were still on the sand, she was not. 

"Thanks, that's the biggest problem of the mud from there, it clings."

On Fri, Aug 17, 2018 at 2:40 PM, Lindsay <alexeden1971@...> wrote:

Gesturing to Teyra to come nearer, T'od cupped his hands and poured water over the worst of the muddy bits, leaving her face. "You'd better cover your eyes before I sort the rest out," he grinned, "I think 'mud in your eye' is an ancient expression, but we don't want it in this case." He chuckled at what she'd said regarding the flit, he was pretty glad he didn't have one right then and there.

On Fri, 17 Aug 2018 at 21:21, Alyx <scottish.wolfecary@...> wrote:

Teyra laughed a little, but didn't move away. "Sure, I've not got a mirror here to see the bits I miss. And yea he is, Da got him for me when I was a kid, before I came here. So his job forever has been watching out for me."

On Fri, Aug 17, 2018 at 2:17 PM, Lindsay <alexeden1971@...> wrote:

"Great, I'll go give them a smell soon," T'od enthused, then cleared his throat. "Um... Teyra, you've missed a few bits. D'you mind if I...?" He mimicked splashing more water onto her. "Maybe your flit will calm down then. He sounds a bossy boots!"

On Fri, 17 Aug 2018 at 21:13, Alyx <scottish.wolfecary@...> wrote:

Teyra nodded, the movement dropping a few bits of mud from her face and hair. Once they were in to the water a bit, well it didn't take long at all before the rather slight woman couldn't touch the bottom anymore. She ducked under the water, scrubbing her face and hair rapidly. Emerging, though still  a few mud splats were visible, her blonde hair, and freckles were now rather evident. 

Stakarth, well she had no such reservations and splashed right into the lake. Proud as could be. Once she was mostly submerged, a smallish blue flit appeared above the pair, chittering at both of them in a most disapproving fashion. If a dragon could be said to roll her eyes, the skinny little green did so. She ducked her head under the water and blew air out as bubbles at the scolding blue.

Teyra, who actually could, did roll her eyes, then looked over at T'od. "Yea they have all kinds of scents, even some kinda piney ones. And don't mind Lali, he's been my protector for ages and doesn't much like when Stakarth and I go getting all dirty." 

On Sat, Aug 11, 2018 at 2:18 AM, Lindsay <alexeden1971@...> wrote:

T'od nodded with a smile. "Who wouldn't want a bit more pleasant scent in their life? I shall have to go and see for myself. I take it they have ones which aren't too feminine?" He bowed to the green rider and gestured for them to go first into the water.

Awsonth was happy to follow, although he knew that if he started splashing about there would be some very wet people due to his size. That would be inconsiderate of him, to say the least.

On 8 August 2018 at 20:28, Alyx <scottish.wolfecary@...> wrote:

"Oh well she might have gotten it from me. I'm no stranger to muck. I was a trader brat, in and out of mud, water, and all sorts of plants. Though growing up with traders, I've learned a bit about anything, and there's a shop down there who makes this truly lovely scented soap. Worth the extra trip." Teyra grinned a little and waved towards the lake. "Come on then Stakarth let's get you rinsed shall we?"

The spry little green raised her head high, not the least bit ashamed of her mud, and walked into the water with high splashy steps. ((Oh as long as I want, or as long as I am allowed. They aren't always the same, you can come join me if you want.))

Teyra rolled her eyes a bit at Stakarth's spirited splashing, but followed her in muddy clothes and all. And well why not? They were dirty too.

On Wed, Aug 8, 2018 at 11:49 AM, Lindsay <alexeden1971@...> wrote:

"So you wanted to get clean and smell nice, and she wanted to get muddy and smell dirty," T'od chuckled softly. "Clearly a conflict of interest between you. I think you'll have to take it in turns. I mean, I assume Stakarth realises you can't go to drills covered in mud..."

You never itch afterwards? The bronze's mindtone was thoughtful. It definitely sounded like it had exfoliating or moisturising effects. I will ask my rider to take us there sometime. I must investigate for myself. He took the mind picture from the green, nodding slowly in acknowledgement. And how long do you leave it on for?

On 7 August 2018 at 20:53, Alyx <scottish.wolfecary@...> wrote:

"I'd sure appreciate that. I still don't know where she comes up with this stuff. I mean I went in to buy some soap, there's a shop that with amazing scents, and I come out to her flopping about in the river, looking more a brown than green!" Of course this wasn't the first time, and likely would not be the last either.

((It feels lovely I never itch after. Here it looks like this.)) The green's mind filled with a small dock, a wide floodplain, the river with many channels heading into the ocean, and the spot with her special mud, three sandbars away from the town nearby. ((But now mine tells me I must be clean. It is alright though. we will go back soon.))

On Tue, Aug 7, 2018 at 1:21 PM, Lindsay <alexeden1971@...> wrote:

"I'm T'od, my bronze is Awsonth," the bronzer replied with an answering smile, "Well, I'll take your word for it. Hopefully she won't take too much time to clean up! I'm happy to help you, if you'd like?"

Awsonth looked Stakarth over carefully. It is possible that such deep, fine silt is extremely good for the hide. Softening and cleansing properties, perhaps. I believe that there are some ladies who would want to try it for themselves. Will you show me pictures of where it was?

On 6 August 2018 at 21:46, Alyx <scottish.wolfecary@...> wrote:

Teyra couldn't help smiling a little at the bronze rider, as she took his hand to get up. Once on her feet she told him, "Thanks, I'm Teyra, this mudball is Stakarth. Somewhere under there is a green dragon believe it or not." There wasn't much that could be told about Teyra at the moment, other than she had long hair and golden eyes, and was a tiny little thing. The rest, like her dragon was covered currently in mud.

Stakarth rumbled happily at the bronze ((We went to where the river joins the sea, it drops lots of mud there. Mine went to buy some things, and I decided to take a mud bath while I waited. It was totally worth the looks on some of the people's faces.)) She snorted once at the thoughts. ((You'd think they'd never seen a muddy dragon before!))

On Mon, Aug 6, 2018 at 1:31 AM, Lindsay <alexeden1971@...> wrote:

Hiding a smirk as the greenrider fell over, T'od went across and extended a hand to help her up. "My lady?" he said courteously, "May I help you?"

Awsonth rumbled at the green. You are incredibly covered. Where did you find such a deep wallow? Was it warm mud or cool? Perhaps this was useful information that he could pass on to someone else at a later date.

On 5 August 2018 at 20:54, Alyx <scottish.wolfecary@...> wrote:

Teyra took a moment to reply. Both rider, and dragon were covered in a grey brown muck. The mud was seemingly everywhere on the skinny green, but she didn't seem the least bit concerned. In fact she looked obscurely pleased with the mess she'd created. Teyra, had been tugging at the last bit of straps, the mud had effectively glued shut, and when it gave, she toppled over, landing on her butt in the sand. 

"Shards, but that one was stuck!" Only then did she seem to notice the bronze pair landing nearby. She sat up, wiping a grimy hand across her forehead and gave him a bashful smile. 

"Uh sorry about that, yes it is a lovely day..." Teyra would have continued, perhaps appologising for their appearance, but Stakarth took up the conversation, ((Yes it is, it was a lovely day, and I found mud. It feels so nice on my hide.))

On Sun, Aug 5, 2018 at 1:13 PM, Lindsay <alexeden1971@...> wrote:

But if we bath now I can dry in the sun without needing to move. Awsonth as usual was being.. not exactly lazy, but conserving the strength in his back legs. If there was no need for him to take flight again after the bath, why should he? Then you can go and eat, and we can fly back up later.

T'od couldn't fault his logic, which was no surprise,so he agreed and the pair winged their way down to the lake. One of their preferred spots was already taken by a number of splashing and cavorting young dragons, so they went a little further than normal. Coming down by a green pair, whose names T'od wasn't sure of, he waved anyway as he removed Awsonth's harness.

"Lovely day for it, isn't it?" he called across to the green's rider.

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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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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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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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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)

"OK you get oil. I'll wait here." Ishkana could find something to read while Jerronila was gone, she was sure.

OOC: I didn't even know what 4B hair was, I had to google it...

On 18 August 2018 at 13:39, Rabble Rabble <rabblerabble@...> wrote:

"I'll need to get oil." Jerronila said, pondering changing her style before deciding that she was happy with her braids. 

Ooc: most of her hair is 4B hair. Braids, twists and knots are what she knows how to do. 

On Sat, 18 Aug 2018, 9:26 PM Lindsay, <alexeden1971@...> wrote:

"I'll help you if you like?" Ishkana had done it before and had nimble fingers. "If you're going to be a healer apprentice, you must be clean and tidy. Right?"

On Sat, 18 Aug 2018 at 10:03, Rabble Rabble <rabblerabble@...> wrote:

"My hair?" 

Jerronila only caught the end of that sentance, and put a hand to her hair. 

She blushed as she realised she hadn't been looking after the braids properly. 

On Sat, 18 Aug 2018, 9:00 PM Lindsay, <alexeden1971@...> wrote:

"Well I'm sure we'll learn, that's what we're here for," Ishkana commented, "In the meantime, *what* are we going to do about your hair?" She shook her head, tutting in dismay, even as she had a smile on her face.

On Sat, 18 Aug 2018 at 09:56, Rabble Rabble <rabblerabble@...> wrote:

"I hope so," Jerronila replied. 

Hopefully they wouldn't expect her to know what to do when she hadn't seen an infirmary during a Fall before. 

On Sat, 11 Aug 2018, 8:28 PM Lindsay, <alexeden1971@...> wrote:

"Nor me," Ishkana agreed, "I wonder if there will be somewhere we can watch from without hampering the more qualified healers. I guess we need to see what sort of injuries there might be."

As soon as Cremsden left the room, Tareg was up and exploring. He looked everywhere- giving a low whistle as he found a cabinet of sharp and shiny. It didn’t take long for one to disappear up his sleeve and he curled up as small as he could on the chair, his ankle protesting as he did. The weight of the sharp and shiny in his sleeve was reassuring, and he pulled his hands into the sleeves to better feel for it. 

Maybe this was a bad idea, he thought, as the second healer entered and he eyed her warily. At least she wasn’t drunk. 

“Hi.” He finally answered her. He did not like being here. His mama would- no. She doesn’t matter. He wasn’t going back. 

“I’m Tareg.”

"Right." And Cremsden was only a couple of minutes behind. "Okay, youngster -- Tarin is it? This is Journeywoman Ishixi, Tarin and I'm Journeyman Cremsden, yeah? So, if you've never seen a Healer what we're going to do today is give you a nice thorough check over to make sure there's nothing nasty hiding to trip you up later and get that ankle -- is it your ankle or foot that hurts? - sorted out for you. He snapped his fingers and grimaced. "And I forgot to ask - did that bluerider who came in with you search you? We might as well do your check up before the Hatching now if that's needed."

OOC: Thought I'd give us a post or two before klah arrives.

 

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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.

"Don't worry about it." He stood up, brushing off his trousers, awkward with the gratitude in a way he hadn't been with the grief. "Catch you later, yeah?"

On Mon, Aug 20, 2018 at 12:03 AM, Alyx <scottish.wolfecary@...> wrote:

Alyx gently pet Ardy before lifting him to his normal spot on her shoulder. She knew that her book would be plenty safe here for now. She nodded at his question, for a little while she just wanted peace and quiet to try and come to terms with things as they were. She stood slowly, fully aware that she would be a bit shaky, and she was but that too was normal from shock. So she stood still for a moment till she felt stable again, at least physically. It only took her a few steps to get to the door, but as she did, unlocking it, she turned back to Cremsden, and gave him a still somewhat sad smile.

"Thanks Cremsden. I appreciate it."

On Sun, Aug 19, 2018 at 4:56 PM, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

She wiped her eyes again, though the tears, had for now, mostly stopped. Thinking of some of the insanity she'd seen at meals, she understood his reluctance completely. Not that she didn't at times eat with the crowd. It was just that mostly the crowd flowed around her, noises and all not really impacting her. She took another long drink of her klah, doing her best to Not look at her reflection, she was sure she didn't want to see what she looked like at the moment. But a walk down the beach by the lake and back, should help. The lake was pretty calming.

"I think I would too, if I was there all the time. Though sometimes it's nearly as noisy here. But I think, right now I want quiet."

"Different sort of noisy," Cremsden said firmly. "Emergency noisy is constructive noisy -- that's proper noise to achieve something and anyway when you really need anything you can yell." And he did, regularly, lifting his voice to holler an 'APPRENTICE!' over the background noise. "Dining Hall noisy is just 'why the feck would you try to fit so many people in here'. You off for that walk?"

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"You couldn't disturb me," he replied quickly enough, trying to put the young (but older than him) woman at ease. He considered offering her a sleeve to wipe her eyes with, but he stunk of sweat and sun-baked skin from the run, and doubted that was what would soothe her. She was probably worried about the clutch the same as he had been infrequently throughout the past week - though in her own feminine way, he supposed, with tears instead of a doubling up of exercise and physical exertion. 

 

"I was just about to go for a swim to cool off after the run, anyway," he rubbed at the back of his sweaty neck, "...ah, is he yours?"

 

He gestured to the firelizard on her shoulder.

{{Great. She'll probably want to share food with me,}} Panagath grumbled, but he didn't sound as unhappy about it as R'zzon expected.

"She doesn't eat much, you big goof," R'zzon said aloud, for Tyne's benefit.  Windy seemed to have finally had enough food, though she was still guzzling water.

"I'm surprised she didn't go between too," R'zzon admitted to Tyne. "I'm sure she knows how.  They all know how, right?" 

On Sat, Aug 11, 2018 at 2:22 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

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

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

On Sun, Jul 29, 2018 at 5:11 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:

Dragonhealer meant Master Larsin. Who may or may not yell at him for the state Windy was in when he brought her to him, but who would surely understand the situation once it was explained.

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

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

"Thank you."

On Fri, Jul 6, 2018 at 5:30 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

If anyone were to ask her, tomorrow maybe, it felt like pushing a huge boulder up a steep hill. At times it felt like she was slipping down again, but she was determined to push it over the summit. Her jaw clenched with the effort of maintaining the emotional onslaught she doused the tiny flit with. Tyne's face was contorted with the intensity of her concentration and Bobbin's own humming seemed to magnify.

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

{{What's wrong?}}

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

[[What?]]

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

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

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

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

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

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Kenzia let out the soft breath she didn’t even know she was holding.  Smiling suddenly she inclined her head in acknowledgment, “I’m Kenzia, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”  Tucking some loose hair behind her ear she grinned fully then, “this is going to be fun.”  She hoped anyway, if she could keep her perfection tendencies to herself for a time.  “Do you know what we are meant to be looking for?”  

On Fri, Aug 17, 2018 at 7:08 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

She didn't want to get her hopes up when she saw the girl making her way towards her. Ysolde didn't even realise she was holding her breath until she let it out in a whoosh of air. It was reassuring to see that the girl looked about as awkward as she felt. This went against her principles on so many levels. Normally, she preferred to sit in the corner, quietly feeling everyone out and then making a decision from there. This felt much too.. disorganised.

Never the less, it was a relief for someone to have answered her literal call and she smiled in relief. "I'm Ysolde," she said, swinging her bag up onto her shoulder. "You're the first, which means by my reckoning, you get first dibs."

On Tue, Aug 14, 2018 at 2:33 AM Cassandra <dragonmagic16@...> wrote:

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

On Mon, Aug 13, 2018 at 8:28 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

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

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

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

On Sun, Aug 5, 2018 at 11:04 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

OoC: Set the morning of the hunt. Note, Ysolde is signed up to find the pseudo impression weed :P

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

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

The afternoon before they were supposed to set off, Ysolde set up a notice on the main message board at the front of the Barracks. There was no way that it wasn't going to  be seen by at least someone, you had to pass it every time you left the Barracks.

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Looking for an adventurer!

Are you joining the Healer hunt?

Looking for someone to stick with?

Meet me here after breakfast tomorrow!

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No, it wasn't exactly award winning prose, but hopefully it would catch someone's eye. Truth be told, the more she thought on it, the more she thought that having someone to go with was probably the best thing to do. Didn't someone mention a wher attack the last time?

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

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Ishkana thought for a moment before answering. "Perhaps a slate hung above your bunk that says 'ointment' on it? And an outdoor bag with a hat, a light-coloured shirt and a smaller jar of ointment in it? To take everywhere you go." She shrugged one shoulder, "It takes a while to learn new habits I think, so have you got a friend in the next bunk, or that you see every day, who could remind you too?"

On Fri, 17 Aug 2018 at 10:55, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

The straight forward approach of the newcomer was appreciated. Ysolde hated faffing around. Maithera nodded at the apprentice, acknowledging the correctness in her presumptions. "You're absolutely right there, Ishkana, well done. What suggestions would you recommend for someone in this situation and how would you consider putting them into practice?"

On Tue, Aug 14, 2018 at 5:09 PM Lindsay <alexeden1971@...> wrote:

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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Nutmeg on the Wizzy.

Florcott on AIM.

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

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Nutmeg on the Wizzy.

Florcott on AIM.

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

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Nutmeg on the Wizzy.

Florcott on AIM.

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

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Nutmeg on the Wizzy.

Florcott on AIM.

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

Oil after redwort? That was a new one on her. But she guessed he knew what he was talking about. "A paddle for larger areas, sir? Is it less..." She waved her hands, not knowing the right word, "Less tickly for some patients?" She nodded, shadowing someone would be good. She learned quickly. "Yes please, sir. I want to do this."

On 20 August 2018 at 12:07, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

"You get used to people being sick on you," Cremsden assured her. "And crapping on you for that matter. Sensitive stomachs don't last long around here." He ran through her list in his head for a moment. "_Oil_ to stop numbweed, sweetheart, redwort then oil else you'll be useful for very little for the rest of the day. Though depending on what it's for you may want to use a paddle. Fellis sedates -- you need to remember that if you're using it, though you won't be prescribing yourself for a good while. Remind riders of it if you get asked to give them some by a journeyman though -- no-one should be *between*ing on fellis and sometimes people forget if the patient's not in front of them to check the knots. Not a bad list all the same though." He sounded approving despite his corrections. "Generally we'll try to give you at least a short period each day shadowing someone. Means you see what's going on and you never know when we'll need a runner for something not in the room."

On Fri, Aug 17, 2018 at 8:43 PM, Lindsay <alexeden1971@...> wrote:

Ishkana beamed at him. That was a nice clear information request. "I can read well, write okay and do numbers. I know numbweed is generally used for skin or muscle pain, and fellis for inside pain. Redwort is to make things clean and stops the effects of numbweed on a healer's hands. I can make klah and fold bandages, and I don't really have a problem with blood although if someone's sick on me I may throw up too. I generally only got to watch bits and pieces in the Hold, and not do anything except tidying, stirring numbweed kettles and sweeping the floor. Oh, and I'm quite fast at picking and packing needlethorn."

On Wed, 15 Aug 2018 at 12:00, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

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

"It happens," Cremsden nodded agreeably. "Okay. What I need from you then is to tell me about what kind of things you did growing up - chores, lessons, that kind of thing. We can work to fill in gaps but my life is a lot easier if I know that the gaps are there and need to be filled than if we proceed assuming that knowing how to do a certain thing is standard and end up with you lost." He smiled at her. "Conversely, particularly if you've done any work at all in an Infirmary, there's no point wasting everyone's time by teaching you basics you're already solid on."

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

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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.

Alyx gently pet Ardy before lifting him to his normal spot on her shoulder. She knew that her book would be plenty safe here for now. She nodded at his question, for a little while she just wanted peace and quiet to try and come to terms with things as they were. She stood slowly, fully aware that she would be a bit shaky, and she was but that too was normal from shock. So she stood still for a moment till she felt stable again, at least physically. It only took her a few steps to get to the door, but as she did, unlocking it, she turned back to Cremsden, and gave him a still somewhat sad smile.

"Thanks Cremsden. I appreciate it."

On Sun, Aug 19, 2018 at 4:56 PM, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

She wiped her eyes again, though the tears, had for now, mostly stopped. Thinking of some of the insanity she'd seen at meals, she understood his reluctance completely. Not that she didn't at times eat with the crowd. It was just that mostly the crowd flowed around her, noises and all not really impacting her. She took another long drink of her klah, doing her best to Not look at her reflection, she was sure she didn't want to see what she looked like at the moment. But a walk down the beach by the lake and back, should help. The lake was pretty calming.

"I think I would too, if I was there all the time. Though sometimes it's nearly as noisy here. But I think, right now I want quiet."

"Different sort of noisy," Cremsden said firmly. "Emergency noisy is constructive noisy -- that's proper noise to achieve something and anyway when you really need anything you can yell." And he did, regularly, lifting his voice to holler an 'APPRENTICE!' over the background noise. "Dining Hall noisy is just 'why the feck would you try to fit so many people in here'. You off for that walk?"

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

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