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Re: That's Not My Firelizard. Its Brain Is Too Small. ATTN ANY / ALL

sailyn2
 

Kassia had been on her once-a-sevenday check on the kitchens with Brogan at her side. She was just  pulling out a morsel of meat to give him as a treat when a drunken baby flit toppled into her hand and chomped it down.

"What the shards?"  The flit reached for more meat and out of habit she produced more from her pouch without it even occurring to her what she was doing. All of a sudden her head, already full of Foreth and Brogan, was filled even further, this time with a tiny, creeling mind.

That's Not My Firelizard. Its Brain Is Too Small. ATTN ANY / ALL

Laura Walker
 





The kitchen had seemed like a lovely place to make a nest; warm and full of food smells. The little green firelizard had settled comfortably in there, in a drawer someone had conveniently left open.

She was less pleased when the next person to pass slammed it shut but such was life. At least there was plenty in here to make a nest out of - the drawer was full of strange pokey things and she arranged them to her satisfaction, with time and peace to lay a relatively large clutch - at least for a green.

It meant that the next time someone tried to open the drawer one of the moved forks had jammed it however. After several hard tugs and some cursing they proceeded on their way. The green squeezed out of the gap left and went to look for food. The eggs were promptly forgotten.

Several sevendays passed. People occasionally tugged at the drawer but there was nothing vital in there, and -- as people do -- they assumed someone else had already called for help for someone else to fix it. At some point some enterprising soul attached a note reading "BROKEN DO NOT OPEN" and after that no-one even tugged at it.

Until finally someone _did_, and didn't give up after the first failed jerk. A long pipe invaded the drawer, prodding lightly at one of the eggs and cracking it before proceeding to poke along the drawer runners, seeking blindly for the offending piece of cutlery and dislodging it.

The drawer finally came out fully with a great clatter as it landed on the kitchen floor. The kitchens worker regarded the eggs inside with some startlement - she had only suspected her colleagues of slamming things back in without looking properly, not to find a whole clutch!

Larissa should clearly be told, but the lunch shift was starting shortly and everyone was busy. Eggs could most likely wait, and she hurried off intending to come back later.

Meanwhile, exposed to light and new warmth the baby firelizards began to push against their shells. First the little green in the cracked shell escaped - that one, clearly, had an advantage - but the others weren't too far behind. Out into the kitchens... and then to a Dining Hall that was by now clearly just filled with food.

OOC: We are doing a publicly hatching green clutch based on Really Stupid Cats We Have Owned (although equal opportunity - really stupid dogs, horses and birds are also welcome). Anyone who would like to accidentally Impress a green or blue firelizard of very little brain is welcome to do so.

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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.

Re: I'm not That bad! (J'hen&Nehryth/any)

Alyx
 

Slowly, the dragon blinked. Nehryth had rarely had someone take him to task like this, well aside from his rider. And anyone else that may have done so when he was a wherling where of course long forgotten. ((Mine does not know I am here. He says he is fine. I disagree. You are a very...forceful little thing, aren't you?))


On Sat, Sep 14, 2019 at 5:26 PM jarel_lilienkamp <jintaochala@...> wrote:
The boy looked up at this dragon incredulous. "Of course I just came from them, they had to give me stitches!" Mato eyed this dragon. "Why, if you can talk to me did you just not call inside for a Healer to attend him. Instead of being a nuisance here where people might need to get in and out."

On Sat, Sep 14, 2019, 6:59 PM Alyx <scottish.wolfecary@...> wrote:
Nehryth lowered his head down to the boy, and looked him over fully, then sniffed him. ((You come from the place of Healers, you Smell of the place. If you will not treat mine now, then fetch me one who will.)) That said, the lanky brown dragon sat himself down, effectively blocking the easy access to the rest of the weyr. He would of course wait right where he was until someone came to him to treat his rider.

On Sat, Sep 14, 2019 at 4:54 PM jarel_lilienkamp <jintaochala@...> wrote:
Mato walked out of the infirmary with his head down. He know he'd be in trouble for his boldness by his father, though he doubted that he would find out so quickly. In any case, he would need to come up with a quick story about what happened just in case. It was as he was thinking that he wasn't watching where he was walking and walked into a pair of skinny brown legs.

Startled he jumped back at the legs. It wasn't unusual to have a dragon nearby, however it was unusual to not only have a dragon march up to him but also demand him to fix his rider. "Um, I'm not a Healer." He answered. "I do not know what a child could do for you."

On Sat, Sep 14, 2019, 5:34 PM Alyx <scottish.wolfecary@...> wrote:
This was the fourth day, Nehryth was getting nervous. J'hen had gone up north for a small gather to see a few old friends. They'd gotten him to go swimming in water that had been way too cold for an old man, rider though he was. J'hen rarely got sick, even though he was now quite old. And when he was, Nehryth worried as much as any Hatchling.

J'hen was sensibly, given the circumstances, laying in bed, drinking lots of fluids and giving himself time to recover. Of course that wasn't anywhere near good enough for his skinny brown dragon, who was sitting right outside the Infirmary, just waiting for the first person who came out. When one did, Nehryth marched right up to the person demanding ((When do you plan to treat Mine? He's been sick for Days.))

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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)

Re: I'm not That bad! (J'hen&Nehryth/any)

jarel_lilienkamp
 

The boy looked up at this dragon incredulous. "Of course I just came from them, they had to give me stitches!" Mato eyed this dragon. "Why, if you can talk to me did you just not call inside for a Healer to attend him. Instead of being a nuisance here where people might need to get in and out."


On Sat, Sep 14, 2019, 6:59 PM Alyx <scottish.wolfecary@...> wrote:
Nehryth lowered his head down to the boy, and looked him over fully, then sniffed him. ((You come from the place of Healers, you Smell of the place. If you will not treat mine now, then fetch me one who will.)) That said, the lanky brown dragon sat himself down, effectively blocking the easy access to the rest of the weyr. He would of course wait right where he was until someone came to him to treat his rider.

On Sat, Sep 14, 2019 at 4:54 PM jarel_lilienkamp <jintaochala@...> wrote:
Mato walked out of the infirmary with his head down. He know he'd be in trouble for his boldness by his father, though he doubted that he would find out so quickly. In any case, he would need to come up with a quick story about what happened just in case. It was as he was thinking that he wasn't watching where he was walking and walked into a pair of skinny brown legs.

Startled he jumped back at the legs. It wasn't unusual to have a dragon nearby, however it was unusual to not only have a dragon march up to him but also demand him to fix his rider. "Um, I'm not a Healer." He answered. "I do not know what a child could do for you."

On Sat, Sep 14, 2019, 5:34 PM Alyx <scottish.wolfecary@...> wrote:
This was the fourth day, Nehryth was getting nervous. J'hen had gone up north for a small gather to see a few old friends. They'd gotten him to go swimming in water that had been way too cold for an old man, rider though he was. J'hen rarely got sick, even though he was now quite old. And when he was, Nehryth worried as much as any Hatchling.

J'hen was sensibly, given the circumstances, laying in bed, drinking lots of fluids and giving himself time to recover. Of course that wasn't anywhere near good enough for his skinny brown dragon, who was sitting right outside the Infirmary, just waiting for the first person who came out. When one did, Nehryth marched right up to the person demanding ((When do you plan to treat Mine? He's been sick for Days.))

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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)

Re: I'm not That bad! (J'hen&Nehryth/any)

Alyx
 

Nehryth lowered his head down to the boy, and looked him over fully, then sniffed him. ((You come from the place of Healers, you Smell of the place. If you will not treat mine now, then fetch me one who will.)) That said, the lanky brown dragon sat himself down, effectively blocking the easy access to the rest of the weyr. He would of course wait right where he was until someone came to him to treat his rider.


On Sat, Sep 14, 2019 at 4:54 PM jarel_lilienkamp <jintaochala@...> wrote:
Mato walked out of the infirmary with his head down. He know he'd be in trouble for his boldness by his father, though he doubted that he would find out so quickly. In any case, he would need to come up with a quick story about what happened just in case. It was as he was thinking that he wasn't watching where he was walking and walked into a pair of skinny brown legs.

Startled he jumped back at the legs. It wasn't unusual to have a dragon nearby, however it was unusual to not only have a dragon march up to him but also demand him to fix his rider. "Um, I'm not a Healer." He answered. "I do not know what a child could do for you."

On Sat, Sep 14, 2019, 5:34 PM Alyx <scottish.wolfecary@...> wrote:
This was the fourth day, Nehryth was getting nervous. J'hen had gone up north for a small gather to see a few old friends. They'd gotten him to go swimming in water that had been way too cold for an old man, rider though he was. J'hen rarely got sick, even though he was now quite old. And when he was, Nehryth worried as much as any Hatchling.

J'hen was sensibly, given the circumstances, laying in bed, drinking lots of fluids and giving himself time to recover. Of course that wasn't anywhere near good enough for his skinny brown dragon, who was sitting right outside the Infirmary, just waiting for the first person who came out. When one did, Nehryth marched right up to the person demanding ((When do you plan to treat Mine? He's been sick for Days.))

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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)

Re: I'm not That bad! (J'hen&Nehryth/any)

jarel_lilienkamp
 

Mato walked out of the infirmary with his head down. He know he'd be in trouble for his boldness by his father, though he doubted that he would find out so quickly. In any case, he would need to come up with a quick story about what happened just in case. It was as he was thinking that he wasn't watching where he was walking and walked into a pair of skinny brown legs.

Startled he jumped back at the legs. It wasn't unusual to have a dragon nearby, however it was unusual to not only have a dragon march up to him but also demand him to fix his rider. "Um, I'm not a Healer." He answered. "I do not know what a child could do for you."


On Sat, Sep 14, 2019, 5:34 PM Alyx <scottish.wolfecary@...> wrote:
This was the fourth day, Nehryth was getting nervous. J'hen had gone up north for a small gather to see a few old friends. They'd gotten him to go swimming in water that had been way too cold for an old man, rider though he was. J'hen rarely got sick, even though he was now quite old. And when he was, Nehryth worried as much as any Hatchling.

J'hen was sensibly, given the circumstances, laying in bed, drinking lots of fluids and giving himself time to recover. Of course that wasn't anywhere near good enough for his skinny brown dragon, who was sitting right outside the Infirmary, just waiting for the first person who came out. When one did, Nehryth marched right up to the person demanding ((When do you plan to treat Mine? He's been sick for Days.))

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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)

To find a Firelizard JP (Alyx/Cremsden)

Alyx
 

Somehow the little green had managed to mislay her fair. How she had done so might have been a story for another time had she been able to remember it but somehow, though not much more than a baby, she had ended up here at the Weyr. 


And it was nice at the Weyr. Already in the -- hours, days, sevendays? - she had been here, she had managed to determine that. There was food and-- actually, that was mostly it. In the little green’s life food was about as good as it got. 


Right now for example she was watching some large creature scoop something that was no doubt entirely delicious out of a pot and he didn’t even know she was watching him! Highly pleased with her cunning she waited for him to turn away and then dived right in, determined to eat her fill before she was shooed away.


But it didn’t taste at all nice. It didn’t smell at all nice. And when she tried to fly right back out her wings didn’t seem to work and her legs wouldn’t work for climbing and even her mouth felt wrong so when she opened her mouth to yell in outrage it came out as a strangled wail and that was all she could do. Just lie there and wail. 



Alyx was working in the back room, with some of the other older apprentices, since they were away from the more public spheres of the Infirmary, it was rather noisy as people conversed and joked about with each other. Though everyone was careful of the medicine jars. Since she wasn’t out around injured people, Ardy had draped himself across the back of Alyx’s chair and was snoring, oh so lightly. So the sounds of the poor little flits distress wasn’t immediately noticed.


In fact it wasn’t noticed until Alyx picked up the offending pot,  and went to stick her fingers inside to add some of the salve to the mixture she was working on.


She wasn’t usually a bitey flit. She was usually a sweet-natured little creature, more inclined to flee than attack - or at least she thought maybe she was. But she couldn’t flee and now something was attacking her with weird pokey fingers. So, she bit them, and if it wasn’t hard that was mostly because her jaw didn’t seem to be working right just now. And then she wailed some more, just because the thing she sank her teeth into didn’t *feel* right.


Alyx jumped as she felt something pinch her fingertips in the small numbweed pot, numbweed shouldn’t feel like a pinch, so she examined her glove carefully, then glanced back into the pot. She was very surprised to see a tiny flit, stuck inside the jar.


 “Oh my, you poor little thing, what are you doing in there?” She asked softly. Then, leaving the glove on, because she now realized the pinch was likely a bite, she reached back towards the pot slowly. “Come on now, let’s get you out of there, you’re going to be numb for a week little girl.”


The big thing was going to eat her with its big pinchy things! The little green flit howled and hissed and flailed ineffectively with legs and wings which no longer seemed to work properly to her, trying to escape or at least dig deeper into the bad smelling stuff.


Seeing that the poor tiny thing was terrified, Alyx reached behind her and lightly poked Adry awake. He was usually good at keeping other flits calm  the times that she’d treated other flits for something minor that didn’t need a dragonhealer’s touch. The large bronze’s snoring stopped with a snort and sat up. He stretched his wings out once, then snapped them back and looked over Alyx’s shoulder, and into the pot. He let out a scolding chirp at the little green, and imaged very strongly about Not Moving.


There was relief mixed with panic because now she had started moving she had disturbed the numbweed and now she still couldn’t feel what she was doing enough to do it right but also she was sinking. She wailed again, trusting the big bronze to have a solution.


Ardy glued his eyes to the little flit, projecting calm and reassurance as Alyx once again reached towards the pot, as the fingers got closer, he projected the idea of grabbing the fingers and holding on, that she was safe, and would not be hurt.


Alyx hummed to herself, wondering who the unfortunate little green belonged too, and hoped she could get it out  before it was too numb to breathe, as she was surely overdosing on how much numbweed a tiny body could handle.


Not biting took a lot of willpower and she couldn’t have grabbed onto anything if she wanted to, her limbs weren’t cooperating enough. Luckily they weren’t cooperating enough to fight either as she was scooped out, though she was shivering in panic that she could do nothing about. She gave another wail; a strange strangled noise which came from a mouth which wouldn’t open right.


Once the little flit was free, Alyx quickly grabbed one of the sterile bandage rolls and began to wipe off as much of the excess as she possibly could while Ardy crawled down the chair to sit closer to the little one. As she wiped she looked for any sort of banding, and didn’t see anything. Was this little one wild? Just a baby who managed to lose her colors? Alyx  did her best to get her clean and turned to the person next to her and asked if he knew the little one. When he didn’t she supposed she ought to take it to the supervisor in charge today.


“Try Journeyman Cremsden?” the other apprentice suggested doubtfully. “I mean, he seems to have firelizards around him whenever I look. Could be one of his.”


“I hadn’t heard he’d gotten a new one, but it could be, Bitey seems to collect them.” She paused and put the lid back on the little pot, and grabbed a towel to wrap the tiny flit in to keep her warmer, as Ardy jumped to her shoulder.

She left the small mixing room and headed out to find Cremsden, heading towards his office first.


He was heading out as she headed in, Bitey perched on his shoulder muttering commandingly into his ear. Commands that Cremsden hadn’t the slightest hope of understanding but that Bitey gave relentlessly in any case. He stopped seeing Alyx though, pausing in the doorway. “Problem?”


“I am not sure, I was mixing some salves, and there was this poor little baby in the pot. I have no idea how she got there.” As she spoke she unwrapped the tiny body a little showing him the numb little green.  “I’m a little worried about just how much of the numbweed got into her system. She isn’t moving very well, and seems really scared.”


Bitey tried to climb down Cremsden’s arm for a closer look. Cremsden shrugged one shoulder at him irritably. “Yes, yes, stay put, you,” he said distractedly. “Don’t be so nosy, you’ll pull my arm off.” He squinted at the firelizard. “Not one I know but if she was in the pot -- that’ll give you respiratory distress all right. Bring her into my office?”


Alyx followed Cremsden into the office, while carefully holding the not so wiggly flit. Ardy,took one look at Bitey, nodded to him, the typical ‘guy nod’ then proceeded to mind his own business.


“Strictly speaking we should go and find a dragonhealer, but I’m about to finish the shift and if they’re working on a dragon that little one probably won’t wait, so..” Cremsden said, gesturing to a cushion on the desk. “Set her there; Bitey won’t mind or at least it’ll be me he minds at so it doesn’t count. Doesn’t look like much on her, or did you scrape her off?”


“I wiped as much as I could off of her. I was hoping if I got enough off that it would help.” She gently laid the small bundle on the cushion and unwrapped her fully.  Then she sat back a little so has not to crowd the poor thing any more.


“Mmm.” Cremsden peered at her and then fished into a drawer for some thick gloves; the type 

generally used for gardening. Another drawer held a towel. “You’re not going to like this much, young lady, but I suspect it beats out being dead,” he told the flit apologetically. “Most things usually do.”


He was thorough; one limb at a time, roughly towelling until all traces were removed. There was wailing and snapping but the gloves were thick and Cremsden was used to that by now. 


“I don’t know how she managed to get into that jar, or why. But she was making noises like that while I tried to fish her out. At least Ardy kept her from biting me much.” 


Knowing he was being talked about, Ardy preened a little, then cast a disdainful look at the baby, and then chirped a simple scolding note.


“Yeah, I was assuming you’d avoided that else you’d be bleeding all over my floor already,” Cremsden agreed, not turning his face from what he was doing. “She managed to break skin at all?”


“Nope, I had gloves on too.” Alyx said, while reaching up to soothe Ardy.


“Lucky for you, else I’d be getting you to bring any bites back to be inspected daily,” Cremsden commented. “Mucky little mouths these fellows have, infect like nothing else.” He set the towel down and inspected the sad little flit. “Now, I don’t know what a firelizard’s pulse-rate is meant to be but I’m willing to bet that isn’t right.” Fast and shallow gasping rarely was.


“I didn’t think so either, Ardy’s has never been like that. I wish I knew who she belonged to, so I could send Ardy to tell them where she is, but she isn’t tagged, not even a few flecks of paint to go by. I’d best be getting back to my task, maybe if you take her over to the dragon healers, they will know?” Alyx was glad that the little flit would be in good hands, and get all sorted out, she hated seeing them in pain.


“Mmm.” Cremsden was watching the flit, tapping his finger on the desk. “...You know, I bet the young lady here would benefit from one of those breathing tanks we put together for Megin. Smaller of course but… can’t really justify that kind of set up on a firelizard.”


“I bet that would help. But how would we get it to work? What if, instead of a tank we used something smaller like the little bellows for starting fires?” Alyx was pretty sure that the little one just needed a little help, but if they could make an apparatus, and show the dragon healers how, then it could be used in the future to treat not just flits, but, size appropriate, for whers and dragons as well.


“Oh, the tank is just to keep the air in. Any box that’s relatively air-tight does the job really. It’s the chemicals that purify the air. It’s whether we could justify using the chemicals..” Maybe could if it was an owned flit, particularly if it was owned by someone important. Harder on a stray wild creature that had just happened to wander in. Cremsden turned his gaze on Alyx, thoughtfully. “Of course, if I happened to be giving a senior apprentice a training session on how to set up the equipment for an emergency.”


Alys chuckled a little, it really was a brilliant idea. “Should we grab a couple others and make an impromptu class?”


“Eh, one on one I think - I’d rather not feck around long enough that this little one dies while we’re answering questions and besides, the less people who know about it the less likely to grumble to K’ren about frivolous use of resources.” Not that K’ren would mind too much, he tended to give Cremsden a certain amount of leeway, still it was the look of the thing. “I’ll grab the chemicals, see if you can find a likely looking box.”

“Will do, I think I saw something in storage the other day that ought to be about the right size. Should we meet back here?” Alyx asked as she stood up to go search.


“Mm, be quick,” Cremsden nodded. He was used enough to estimating respiration rate to know the signs of something getting better rather than worse. If this wasn’t quite sanctioned.. Well, it was still better than watching something die in front of him that could have been prevented.


Alyx nodded and left without another word, she almost ran down the hall to the storage rooms and slipped into the one she’d been cleaning the other day and which would most certainly need to be straightened up again when she was through, because she didn’t put everything back exactly as it had been. Ardy had followed, and just as she was getting frustrated at not finding the one she was looking for, he cheeped from the top shelf, and pushed the little box she’d been thinking of, off into her hands. She smiled up at him and sent a happy feeling, complete with the idea of a treat when they were done. Then rushed back down the hall to Cremsden’s office with the small box.


“Here, this ought to work, we had some herbs in it that it was made to keep dry so it seals good. It’s been cleaned out really well, about two days ago.”


Cremsden had the little firelizard balanced on one of the small sets of scales more commonly used for weighing very new human babies and was quickly making notes. “Here now,” he gestured her over. “Just so I’m doing some actual teaching. This is your ratio for the chemicals. This is the amount usually used for a small adult female. This is her weight vs our little beastie’s weight. See if you can calculate the amounts for me while I get her settled.”


Alyx set the box down, and snagged a bit of hide, and started working the equations out, when she was done, she flipped it over to Cremsden to double check her work. Ardy  settled on her shoulder again, and gave the little one a reassuring croon. So she wouldn’t be so scared.


“Good lass,” Cremsden nodded. “I’ll give you the papers on the method later. For now you can watch me set up and I’ll talk you through the equipment when little one is breathing better. If she needs a second round in a few hours, you can do it, got it?”


“Alright, sounds good. I’m on shift still for a while. So what’s next?” Alyx asked, then silently told her flit to find himself another perch and stay out of trouble. The large bronze rubbed his head against her cheek, then hopped up and landed in an out of the way corner and make himself scarce.


What was next was apparently setting up an intricate pipe system with one end releasing into the box. “Splits into oxygen and water,” Cremsden explained. “Just make sure the oxygen pipes into where you need it and the water has someplace to go.” He fitted the equipment together with practised ease. “Interestingly there are apparently other ways of doing this,” he added. “Unfortunately most people who tried the other ways in the last Interval or so tended to explode, so. We’ll stick to this one.”


Alyx watched intently, as various bits of things came together into something new, and snagged another hide, this one bigger, one of the many stacked around for apprentices and such to write notes on, which she proceeded to do. Thankfully her writing was pretty clear, and the diagram she drew, with labels at least somewhat intelligible. She wasn’t the best artist, but it served its purpose.


“Not that I’m saying Master Kregg wouldn’t be inclined to try the explosive method if you caught him on the right day - or the wrong day, as the case may be - but if we’re going to explode things I’d rather we do it somewhere without a large store of firestone - there now,” he regarded the set up approvingly. “That should do the trick.”


Alyx kept herself from laughing, just. Truth was she suspected most people were perfectly happy not exploding. “Alright, so what does this bit do?” She pointed to one of the pipes that came out of the box. She’d seen these in use a couple times, but wanted to know more about the details.


“That would be what gets our oxygen into the box. This here would be our reaction mixture and--” he offered her a small flask of something “--if you would like to pour this in there it should get things moving.”


“How much do I put in?” She asked while pulling the stopper and putting the spout where he’d indicated.


“The lot - don’t worry, I already did the measuring,” Cremsden reassured. “Besides, this one doesn’t explode anyway - at least not if you’re not daft enough to go around waving flames near it.”


Alyx nodded, and carefully poured the substance in. When the flask was empty she set it aside where it wasn’t likely to be knocked over, even if the little flit started fighting back against them.


“And there we go.” Cremsden set the stopper back in and pointed with satisfaction at the small bubbles rapidly rising from the bottom of the reaction mixture. “Separates out, just like that. Hopefully in a couple of hours the young lady will have gotten lively enough to between away and we’ll never see her again.”


“Oh I hope so, I’d love to see who she belongs to, if anyone but I don’t want her to get into trouble again for sure.” Poor little thing Alyx thought, she had been so scared.


“Well, I’ll leave the office unlocked and if she’s still here by the end of your shift come find me and I’ll supervise you doing the next dose,” Cremsden offered. He was almost certain that would not be the case. Either the young green would, as he dearly hoped, have recovered and escaped or she would have quietly expired (in which case he hoped to have enough time to remove her and assure Alyx that she had indeed escaped).


Alyx gave the poor little green a gentle pat, then rose with her notes, and summoned Ardy with a glance and a thought. “I’ll be sure to check in when I’m done, now I need to go clean up the mess I made looking for the box.”



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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)

I'm not That bad! (J'hen&Nehryth/any)

Alyx
 

This was the fourth day, Nehryth was getting nervous. J'hen had gone up north for a small gather to see a few old friends. They'd gotten him to go swimming in water that had been way too cold for an old man, rider though he was. J'hen rarely got sick, even though he was now quite old. And when he was, Nehryth worried as much as any Hatchling.

J'hen was sensibly, given the circumstances, laying in bed, drinking lots of fluids and giving himself time to recover. Of course that wasn't anywhere near good enough for his skinny brown dragon, who was sitting right outside the Infirmary, just waiting for the first person who came out. When one did, Nehryth marched right up to the person demanding ((When do you plan to treat Mine? He's been sick for Days.))

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

Re: And they all came tumbling down. (Almira/Lerian) #medhunt

Alyx
 

(OOC notes, this is a jp portion of this thread, we are looking for a healer, feel free to drop in!))


"Alright. Sounds good. I already looked around, didn't see  any signs of anything dangerous." Not that he knew all there was to know about dangerous. He was just a kid, and hadn't spent much time out in the wilds. But Sandy was happy, and hadn't reported anything, and Lerian trusted the bronze flit a lot. He reached into his pocket, and carefully removed the still sleeping Star, and set him down next to his sister. The tiny blue blinked twice at the sudden chill, but then wiggled in closer to his sister and laid his little wedge shaped head across her back and with a sigh went back to sleep.

 

As Lerian headed towards the cliff face, Sandy flew lazy circles around the boy's head. Lerian stood there for a moment, examining the rock in front of him, before he started up. Sandy landed a bit above the boy's head, and hopped from spot to spot as the boy climbed. Everything was going smooth, but then Lerian got to the waterfall. This part would be more tricky, the rocks were wet, and slick.



Almira sighed to herself, leaning back on her arms and looking up at the sky, though she also kept track of Lerian in her peripheral vision. It was nice to have a bit of quiet time, away from all the people in the weyr. Her family hold hadn't been even half as populated, and she still longed for solitude now and then.



Now that he was closer to the water Lerian moved slower, making double sure of his handholds, and that his feet wouldn’t slip off whatever he was standing on. Normally Sandy didn’t worry much, but he gave the boy a cautious croon and flew past the water, and to the top of the ‘dragons’ head. Lerian of course was paying more attention to where he was going than his flit at the moment. He crossed the first set of wet rocks with no problem, and only slipped a little on the second.  But he was almost there. The rocks were getting drier again, at least for a bit and he went a little faster through there. Only a little further to go. While he was at a safer point, he sat on a small ledge and turned around to wave at Almira on the ground. He was a little surprised how...small she looked. He must have gone up higher than he thought it would be. Turning back to the rocks, he scaled the last little bit, and was sitting on the dragon’s neck. 


It was beautiful from up here. The stream fed down towards the sea, the tops of the trees swayed in the light breeze, further down towards the coast he could see a couple wherries circling. After a moment he grabbed one of the pretty, shiny rocks that Sandy had shown him, a fairly large quartz piece. As he tucked it into his pocket, and shifted his weight, to go  back to the cliff face though, he heard and more alarmingly felt a creak in the rock. For a moment he froze, but then the neck started to dislodge from the cliff, Lerian scrambled as fast as he could towards the cliff, and he almost made it. The rocks gave way under his fingers and he fell, though his scramble had at least put him plummeting after the rocks, rather than under them.



Almira relaxed a bit as the sun warmed her up, and a quick search found a patch of particularly soft grass, which she laid back on, with her arms crossed behind her head. She was a bit nervous, watching Lerian climb, especially when he got to the part where he slowed down. But then he was past it, and she closed her eyes for a moment, the warm sun and peace of having a moment to herself making her relax again.


Almira didn't see hen Lerian reached his goal, or when he waved at her. She was almost dozing when the sound of falling, clattering rocks snapped her out of it, her eyes flying open as she sat up and looked to where she'd last seen Lerian. But he had climbed even higher than she realized.


A heartbeat later, Almira was on her feet and running, leaving behind a suddenly wakened Dahlia, who screeched unhappily at the fearful awakening. 


As the rocks fell down the cliff, they bounced and rattled, making a great noise, around the tumbling rocks two tiny flits flew wildly, Star had been shocked awake with Lerian’s fear. The first rocks hit the water with great splashes followed by the boy’s relatively tiny form, which was clung to by the two flits, they were pulling frantically on his clothes even as he went under. A few seconds later both flits re-emerged flying in frantic circles above where the boy, who resurfaced was floating face down, blood staining the water near his head.


"LERIAN!" Almira screamed her friend's name 

without conscious thought, just as he and several of the falling rocks hit the water of the lake. Dahlia had joined the other two flits in their frantic, fear driven flight. She skidded to a stop at the edge of the water, screaming his name again and watching helplessly, just as terrified of the water as she was of Lerian being dead. It brought back the memories of what had happened to her sister.


Almira ran back and forth along the edge of the lake, scared out of her wits when she saw blood beginning to turn the water around Lerian red. He was motionless, not responding to her, or to the cries of the firelizards. The blood was what made her wade into the water and begin swimming over to Lerian's limp form. The situation was entirely too similar to what had happened to her sister, with the falling rocks and bloody red water.


Lerian, because of the current floated towards Almira, his flits were tugging at him again, trying to turn him over. To not much effect until Sandy screeched and dove at one of the boy’s shoulders, managing to hit it hard enough to turn him over. The impact made him thrash feebly and cough, though he didn’t wake or move more than that. Once he was floating upright, Star landed on his chest cheeping with worry.


Almira couldn't bear the sight of Lerian's blood. Or the memory of what had happened to her sister. She didn't want a repeat of that terrible day. She had just reached him and was about to tow him to shore when Sandy managed to get Lerian turned over so his face wasn't in the water. It was a huge relief when Lerian coughed and moved, but Almira was still terrified he wouldn't make it. The idea that he might not, that scared her more than anything, even the deep water.


After looping one arm around his chest, Almira began to swim for shore, using her free arm and trying to hurry. Lerian was hurt, but she didn't know how badly. It was good that he coughed on his own, though. And as soon as she was able, Almira stood up and maneuvered Lerian so she could -mostly- carry him to dry land. Once that was accomplished, and Almira knew Lerian was secure and breathing, then she would worry about everything else.


Lerian had a nasty cut along the back of his head that was bleeding pretty badly, and his breathing was fitful until he coughed again and kept coughing till he rolled onto his side and coughed and vomited out a lot of water. After that he was breathing easier.


Sandy and Star landed on the ground next to the soggy humans cheeping fearfully. They kept looking from him to Almira, looking lost. Lerian groaned softly and curled into a ball on his side.


By the time she got Lerian and herself both safe out of the water, Almira was shivering and trying to breathe, and was barely able to stop shaking long enough to make sure Lerian was alright. It seemed like a good sign to her when he moved on his own and curled into a ball. At least he *could* move. Her sister hadn't been able too, after little Almira finally managed to drag them both to solid ground. Both girls had nearly drowned, and only one of them had come away from the incident whole.


Almira didn't have any dry clothes, but there was a small blanket in the pack she'd brought with her, as well as their picnic lunch, and she crawled over to it on her hands and knees, dripping the whole way, then took the blanket back and spread it over Lerian before picking up Sandy, so she could send him for help. Anyone would do, but she especially tried to emphasize that Sandy needed to find and bring back a Healer.


Sandy was willing to come to Almira, and after a moment of concentrating, seemed to pick up on the idea of what she wanted. Sandy projected back a pretty clear image of the healer he knew best, which happened to be the one that had made his pet almost puke. But the image of Cremsden was clear enough, with a feeling of questioning.


Star cheeped sadly, at being ignored then crawled under the edge of the blanket with Lerian and cuddled up against the boy cheeping at him. 


Sandy tilted his head at Almira, then chirped once firmly, jumped up into the air, and disappeared, to look for Cremsden, or at least a healer.


Almira tried to focus on the image Sandy sent her, then nodded as he took off and disappeared *Between*. She curled up next to where Lerian was laying, and tried to soothe Dahlia, who had anchored herself to her dripping wet girl, and was cheeping along with Star.


Sandy appeared back at the main encampment, near where he thought the healer he knew would be, the man who had once repaired his pet’s arm after a fall. He was indeed near the healers, and he’d go to the first person he saw.   



On Sat, Oct 13, 2018 at 8:36 PM Alyx <scottish.wolfecary@...> wrote:
"Alright. Sounds good. I already looked around, didn't see  any signs of anything dangerous." Not that he knew all there was to know about dangerous. He was just a kid, and hadn't spent much time out in the wilds. But Sandy was happy, and hadn't reported anything, and Lerian trusted the bronze flit a lot. He reached into his pocket, and carefully removed the still sleeping Star, and set him down next to his sister. The tiny blue blinked twice at the sudden chill, but then wiggled in closer to his sister and laid his little wedge shaped head across her back and with a sigh went back to sleep.

As Lerian headed towards the cliff face, Sandy flew lazy circles around the boy's head. Lerian stood there for a moment, examining the rock in front of him, before he started up. Sandy landed a bit above the boy's head, and hopped from spot to spot as the boy climbed. Everything was going smooth, but then Lerian got to the waterfall. This part would me more tricky, the rocks were wet, and slick.

On Sat, Oct 13, 2018 at 7:39 PM Amy Frazey <ladyrose57@...> wrote:
Almira looked up where Lerian was pointing, but shook her head. She didn't really feel like climbing rocks today, and wanted absolutely nothing at all to do with the water, pretty view or not. "I'll just stay here and keep Dahlia company."

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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)

Time for a Walk atten: any/Kassia

sailyn2
 

Kassia was feeling restless. She hadn't been out of her office much lately. A cooped up Kassia was a grumpy Weyrwoman. Time to remedy that.

Brogan accompanied her as she headed down to the lake with a picnic basket that someone from the kitchens had brought up. She found a nice spot in the sun and made herself comfortable. She let Brogan wander a little close by.

Re: Setting Things Right (Attn: Kethwin, Raobehr)

Aaron
 


He he paused, considering the man before him levelly. "Considering that, you can, perhaps, understand my... skepticism when regarding your extremely... atypical training?"

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Raobehr hardly thought it was a fair comparison. After all, he had just spent the better part of a Turn or more focusing a significant amount of his time on learning the things the present day Hall expected for its teachers to know. It was atypical, to be sure, but it was not at all atypical in the same way that concerned Kethwin regarding Candidates receiving Harper training.

But he had not made it this far by arguing about why he should not be expected to meet the standards of the day, nor by being argumentative at all.

"Yes, sir, I understand that you are concerned and that you have every right to be. What can I do to help address those concerns?" If the Hall could be convinced, then so could Kethwin. And he would have to be convinced if he was the headmaster in charge at the weyr, where Raobehr intended to work.

Re: Setting Things Right (Attn: Kethwin, Raobehr)

Emily
 

Kethwin frowned slightly. "Yes, I do, and I am between appointments now. Sit down." 

He very neatly set aside the papers he had been working on. His desk held stacks of paper, but they were all tidy and all part of his current project.

"You may have become aware that since arriving here I have concerned myself with the quality of the training our apprentices receive, particularly with the inclusion of candidates." His inflection made clear exactly what he thought of that idea. "Of course it's not the fault of the youths themselves," he allowed. "No, it's the simple fact that one cannot achieve success with a far smaller amount of time spent in lessons, not to mention the confusion that is placements, with their progression being paced differently and the likely oddities that result from this abnormal progression of their training, and sending undertrained harpers into the world only devalues the profession in the eyes of all others." 

He he paused, considering the man before him levelly. "Considering that, you can, perhaps, understand my... skepticism when regarding your extremely... atypical training?"

On Wed, Jan 30, 2019 at 12:14 PM Aaron <cobalt.knight@...> wrote:
Raobehr frowned and banged the tuning fork against his knee one more time. He held it to his ear and then plucked a string on his harp. This was not precisely second nature to him yet, but he was pleased with how much better he was at it now than when he had first journeyed to the Hall to try to win their approval.

He was not surprised that Kethwin wanted to see him. He would not be the first future-man to be skeptical about his qualifications. Raobehr wished he had studied music more, but how could he have predicted just how much the practice of musical mnemonics would consume the totality of academia and education after so many centuries? 

Raobehr knew he was lucky that they had managed to preserve continuity in the language as well as they had since his present, and he knew that was in large part due to the music and the rhyming structures of the songs. But just because it made sense and was useful did not mean that he had predicted it or that it was easy to learn from scratch.

Well, he was going to show Kethwin just as he did the master Harpers, that he had learned enough of contemporary pedagogy to be considered proficient enough to be recognized as an educator in his own right. He placed the harp into its case and strode down the corridor to the office space now allotted to Kethwin and knocked on the door.

"Good day, sir," he greeted the man, his voice quiet, but deep as it was, it had a tendency to carry anyway. He gave Kethwin the benefit of deference because he expected it would make him easier to win over. "You wanted to speak with me?"

Setting Things Right (Attn: Kethwin, Raobehr)

Aaron
 

Raobehr frowned and banged the tuning fork against his knee one more time. He held it to his ear and then plucked a string on his harp. This was not precisely second nature to him yet, but he was pleased with how much better he was at it now than when he had first journeyed to the Hall to try to win their approval.

He was not surprised that Kethwin wanted to see him. He would not be the first future-man to be skeptical about his qualifications. Raobehr wished he had studied music more, but how could he have predicted just how much the practice of musical mnemonics would consume the totality of academia and education after so many centuries? 

Raobehr knew he was lucky that they had managed to preserve continuity in the language as well as they had since his present, and he knew that was in large part due to the music and the rhyming structures of the songs. But just because it made sense and was useful did not mean that he had predicted it or that it was easy to learn from scratch.

Well, he was going to show Kethwin just as he did the master Harpers, that he had learned enough of contemporary pedagogy to be considered proficient enough to be recognized as an educator in his own right. He placed the harp into its case and strode down the corridor to the office space now allotted to Kethwin and knocked on the door.

"Good day, sir," he greeted the man, his voice quiet, but deep as it was, it had a tendency to carry anyway. He gave Kethwin the benefit of deference because he expected it would make him easier to win over. "You wanted to speak with me?"

Setting Things Right (Attn: Harper Apprentices)

Emily
 

Kethwin studied the schedule one more time, checking for conflicts in scheduling one more time. Excellent.  Everyone on the apprentice list should be scheduled for an assessment meeting with him during their free time.

No more of this wishy-washy business of just pushing them through that he was sure had been going on. No, he would personally ensure no apprentice or “apprentice” moved on without needed skills. And just maybe, in time, they could do away with this “candidate-apprentice” nonsense. As if anyone could be any kind of proper apprentice while spending so much of their time elsewhere!


He made copies of the schedule, posting it in the Harper lounge, on the message board in the dining hall, on the message board in the Candidate Barracks, and even on the weyrling barracks message board, just in case. There would be no excuse for someone missing their appointment.


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OOC: If you would like to play out your Harper apprentice's evaluation, message me to start or start a seperate thread yourself and just have them show up! He will be disapproving of Candidate-apprentices, won't think much of those with large gaps in their educations and trainings, but will favorites those with standard backgrounds or a great deal of talent - as long as they're willing to put in the work!

Re: #passionberries #passionberries

Amy Frazey
 

(OOC- and like an idjit, I forgot to add the subject line. It's supposed to be a JP with Zy'fen and Illeana)

#passionberries #passionberries

Amy Frazey
 

Some time shortly after he'd finished two bowls of stew, Zy'fen had removed his boots, socks, and the heavier outer shirt he had been wearing, amd was sitting on a patch of soft grass at one end of the table he’d had supper at. The stew’s sweet aftertaste still lingered in his mouth, but that was a far lesser concern right now, than the effects of said stew on nearly everyone around him. Oh yes, he had noticed those effects about halfway through his meal, it was hard not to see and hear what was going on around him. Zy groaned and wondered if there was anyone he could find to pass the night with, and glanced around, hoping to see a pretty girl who would be happy with the attentions of a handsome brownrider.


Illeana sighed contently. The meal good and filling for her surprisingly. Though sated she leaned back a little on her bench, pondering what all she was going to do for the night. She knew she should be planning her lessons for tomorrow, however, she really did not feel like it was something she wanted to do right now.

Looking around the hall she noticed a brownrider looking towards her. She smiled, and nodded. She wondered what a rider would want with a simple Harper.


The smile on Zy’s face turned flirtatious when he saw Illeana looking his way, and he crooked a finger at her, beckoning, as he patted the spot right next to him in an unspoken plea for her to come sit there. She was smiling back, and he took that as a favorable sign.


Illeana got up, and gathered up her dishes. She knew how much the candidates and apprentices worked here so she always did a little to help. Placing her dishes except for her mulled wine into the bucket, she then walked over towards the brownrider. “Hello. Is this spot available?” She was not going to just presumptuously sit down for fear of another coming.


Zy was pleased when the pretty harper girl came over and asked if she could sit down. He smiled fetchingly and nodded, “For you, it is.” He patted the empty spot again, a few inches closer to himself than before.


Illeana sat down, where the rider was patting at. She smiled sweetly towards him. “So what may I do for a handsome rider like you?” Maybe it was time to become more aware of the aspects of the weyr past her lessons. “And what may put you in a good mood too might I ask?”



THE NEXT MORNING


The next thing Zy remembered was the sun hitting his face, and the feel of his arms around someone. He was lying on the ground, his face pressed to the back of someone's head. With a groan and what felt like a coating of fur on his tongue, Zy tried to pry open his eye, but the light was too bright, and he groaned again. His head was swimming, and something was prodding him from behind. {Wake up, wake up. For Faranth's sake, wake up NOW. I need you to wake up}}


Illeana stirred slightly, feeling the slight movement from beside her. She felt everything was spinning, even though it was not. Her mind wasn't engaging that she was suppose to be elsewhere, rather she shouldn't be where she was. Suddenly she felt a head butt and a chirp of a flit. Carefully she opened one eye a crack and immediately regretted it. The light for her felt as though it was a torch or a flame. And then there was the brown little head right in her framesight. “Hi Trill, what brings you to get me?” It sounded muffled, almost like her mouth was stuffed with cotton balls.Trill butted again a little harder, with a chirp of urgency.


Zy'fen let out a grunt and reached behind him to push away whatever was nudging him, and his hand met the side of Nerenth's jaw. Zy groaned and rolled over to look up at his brown dragon with bleary eyes, then quickly sat bolt upright when a female voice spoke. The movement made his head spin even more, and Zy put a hand up to his forehead with a wince. “Shards, that hurts.” He covered his eyes with his hands and remained like that for the next few minutes, until certain things cleared in his mind, then both hands dropped. Two things had suddenly dawned on him - he was naked, and there was a woman was lying next to him.


Illeana's eyes popped open so fast at hearing another person's voice that her poor flit let out a squawk. She literally sat bolt upright and turned as red as a cherry. “Oh no….” She turned towards where the voice came from and became even more flustered. “I…. I….”


Zy'fen was just as flabbergasted as Illeana, and rubbed his eyes, trying to clear them, as he looked around for his clothing. Or at least for a his pants. He found them a few feet away and hurriedly dragged them over, moving as quickly as he could. While he normally would have loved to cuddle, this morning he was being prodded by Nerenth to hurry. And so it was that only a few minutes later, he was heading for his dragon, barefoot and only half dressed. Never before had he run from waking up next to a pretty girl, but this morning he couldn't really remember what had happened, and wanted to find out if Nerenth could tell him.

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

Nutmeg
 

They weren't lazing where the sun fell on the rocks, nor were they amongst those diving for fish. It took good eyesight to finally spot the green squeezing into what looked to be a hole -- a tunnel of some type?

It took several minutes of looking around before they finally made headway. It was pure fluke that she happened to glance over just as a blotch of green caught her vision. "There!" she crowed, pointing furiously into the distance.  "That looks like one of them, right?" And before waiting for an answer, she began to set off in the same direction.
 
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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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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!

Re: Congratulations! atten: Delysia/Razelth/Kassia

sailyn2
 

"Be firm, but fair," Kassia said. "You're hoping for a wher that isn't too sensitive, but not too strong-headed either. Too sensitive and you risk a wher who won't react properly or at the right time. A strong-headed wher can be harder to train and may push your buttons. Of course you don't get much choice if you Impress, though if you talk with Riv or Athesta, they should be able to point you to the right clutch. They know their whers. I'd also work closely with Athesta or one of her trusted trainers. I didn't  have much help and it was a lot of work. Take advantage of what you have."

Re: I made this. Honest. (Attention: Ishkana, Ishixi, Cremsden, Tareg,

Cassandra Coogan
 

Tareg’s eyes followed Ishkana as she left before focussing back to Cremsden warily. 


On Friday, November 9, 2018, Lindsay <alexeden1971@...> wrote:
Ishkana caught the scowl before it fully flowed across her face. She was here to do what she was told, no matter what she thought was the right course of action. "Yes sir." she nodded and, with a smile for Tareg, she left the room in search of the man who'd brought the lad to the Weyr.

On Sun, 14 Oct 2018 at 08:27, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

Tareg’s hand reaches out to grab two meat rolls, one slipping up his sleeve while the other was nibbles on. He eyed the pair suspiciously. It wasn’t like he could run, so he may as well just put up with whatever they were going to do. 
He stayed could tight, his whole body tense- which did nothing to make his ankle any less sore. 

"The father." Much as Cremsden might appreciate the help reassuring the kid there were other jobs that needed doing. He nodded towards the door to remind Ishkana. "Go talk to him, good girl."
 
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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: I made this. Honest. (Attention: Ishkana, Ishixi, Cremsden, Tareg,

Lindsay
 

Ishkana caught the scowl before it fully flowed across her face. She was here to do what she was told, no matter what she thought was the right course of action. "Yes sir." she nodded and, with a smile for Tareg, she left the room in search of the man who'd brought the lad to the Weyr.


On Sun, 14 Oct 2018 at 08:27, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

Tareg’s hand reaches out to grab two meat rolls, one slipping up his sleeve while the other was nibbles on. He eyed the pair suspiciously. It wasn’t like he could run, so he may as well just put up with whatever they were going to do. 
He stayed could tight, his whole body tense- which did nothing to make his ankle any less sore. 

"The father." Much as Cremsden might appreciate the help reassuring the kid there were other jobs that needed doing. He nodded towards the door to remind Ishkana. "Go talk to him, good girl."
 
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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.