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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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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.


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

Cassandra <dragonmagic16@...>
 

Kenzia took a deep breath and took the riders hand as she eyed the huge dragon in front of her.  Any dragon was huge at this point and she bit her lower lip then nodded to herself.  She could and would do this.  What was the worst thing that could happen? Well other than falling on her arse and injuring herself.  Yeah that could happen.  Tilting her head she reached up to start clambering up the dragon.  She had seen it done so in theroy she knew what she should be doing. "Umm I can't hurt him can I?" The last thing she wanted to do was make the brown dragon uncomfortable after all.


On Mon, Oct 22, 2018 at 10:56 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Kenzia broke the hormonal tension swirling through Ysolde, making her totally incapable of thinking beyond "handsome Rider" and she giggled. "Don't worry, I'm sure that I'll be the prime example of getting it wrong. I'll definitely wait until you're up and settled."

With the decision made, B'nnet moved alongside Verizoth's forelimb and held out his hand to Kenzia. "Feel free to grab on if you're a bit unsteady. Faranth knows dragons don't exact come with grab handles equipped." He tossed her a playful wink. "And please don't think you have to rush, end of the day we've got a good few days to see this thing through."

On Sun, Oct 21, 2018 at 7:44 AM Cassandra <dragonmagic16@...> wrote:

“Thank you Verizoth.”  Kenzia said as she moved towards the foreleg.  She heisted for a moment but looked back at Ysolde to make sure the other woman didn’t want to go up first.  She was happy to embarrass herself and really she had to get used to this if she wanted to be a dragonrider.  “I can go I don’t mind.”  She grinned.  “I am happy to show you how NOT to do it.”  She laughed as she said it.  Sure she liked everything to be perfect but in truth she knew that she was going to do dumb things even as she matured.


On Sat, Oct 13, 2018 at 8:44 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Kenzia wasn't the only one with blushing cheeks and Ysolde found herself giggling coyly. The brownrider was very handsome and his brown was such an unusual shade of brown that she couldn't help but stare at him. Already her juvenile mind was conjuring up fantasies of flying away into the sunset with this rider and his dragon that was the perfect shade of amber brown, a perfect match for a jewelcrafter's daughter....

Snapping herself out of it as Kenzia spoke, Ysolde's red cheeks became darker. "Uhm... I don't really know either..." she admitted after several long seconds. With a light hearted smile, B'nnet came to the rescue. "Never fear young ladies, we all have to climb a dragon for the first time. Verizoth will get himself nice and low, then you just need to climb up onto his extended forearm."

As if on cue, the brown hunkered down, almost flattening himself against the ground with one limb stretched out. "Now then," B'nnet said, "Are we going to flip a mark or is someone going to volunteer?"

On Fri, Sep 21, 2018 at 2:44 AM Cassandra <dragonmagic16@...> wrote:
Kenzia could not stop the bright blush that spread across her cheeks at his word even if she tried.  "A pleasure to meet you Sir.  He is beautiful, your dragon." She said with her eyes widened at the sight of him.  She hadn't been around that many dragons and he was such a unique shade of brown.  She needed to sketch him one day if she could ever find him again.  She smiled and looked back at Ysolde then waved her forward, "do you want to go first? Because I have no idea what I'm doing when it comes to mounting a dragon." She confided to the other candidate. 

On Tue, Sep 18, 2018 at 1:21 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
OoC: Not a problem!

IC: "Nope!" Ysolde said cheerily as she began to lead the way towards a brownrider she had spotted was yet to be laden with adventurers. "Lets try this one!" Plus his dragon, with its strange shade of golden brown and peculiarly long headknobs didn't seem to be as huge as some of the others and that was still a comfort. Ysolde was still getting used to the idea of being so close to dragons. It was one thing to see them as specks in the sky, but something else to see them dwarfing the space in front of you.

B'nnet spotted the two Candidates approaching him and affected a sweeping bow as they arrived. "M'ladies," he crooned, smooth as butter. He had been looking forward to mingling with the Candidates and Verizoth had been too. It took him back to good memories of his own Candidacy, with some exceptions. "Brownrider B'nnet at your service, ferryman and general lackey to cater to your every whim."

Behind him, Verizoth let out a rumble that sounded a lot like a chuckle and turned his head towards Ysolde and Kenzia, his eyes whirling a bright shade of happy blue at them both.

On Thu, Aug 23, 2018 at 10:48 AM Cassandra <dragonmagic16@...> wrote:

“You didn’t get searched by a dragon and flown here?” Kenzia asked then laughed at herself, “I mean I didn’t, I was at a gather.” She rolled her eyes as she said it, “I can’t believe dragons still search during that time.”  She shrugged her shoulders but pulled her own knapsack up and nodded.  “Let’s go find a dragon.”  She said as she went the line.  She wasn’t going to put her hat on yet as she wasn’t sure if it would get blown off by the flight.

 

Ooc: I’ll leave the dragonrider up to you if that’s okay?


On Wed, Aug 22, 2018 at 10:15 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
"Not a clue!" Ysolde replied cheerily, "And it's a pleasure to meet you too." She was very much looking forward to this now that the uncertainty of company had been brushed aside. Adjusting the almost hilariously huge hat she was wearing, she pulled her knapsack onto her shoulders. "I think we're getting taken there on dragons!" she exclaimed excitedly. "I've never been on a dragon before, I'm not sure if I'm excited, terrified... or a bit of both!" She giggled and there was definitely a slight nervous pitch to it.

"Have you got everything you need? If so, we can go and join the ones waiting to mount up."

OoC: Feel free to volunteer a random or npc rider on your reply, or I can on mine xD

On Sat, Aug 18, 2018 at 3:15 AM Cassandra <dragonmagic16@...> wrote:

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

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

Cassandra <dragonmagic16@...>
 

Dekel gave a small smile at the 'again' if it was deserved.  It was growing spurts, he was sure of it.  He would stop soon and then he would be all graceful and stuff he was sure of it.  He followed Cremsden quietly, concentrating on where he was putting his feet, "I'm sorry, it's not that bad though." He hoped not, he wanted to stand on the sands more than anything after all.


On Sun, Oct 28, 2018 at 7:33 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
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On Sun, Oct 21, 2018 at 8:09 AM Cassandra <dragonmagic16@...> wrote:

Dekel couldn’t help but jump a little as the voice came to him.  “Oh Sir.  No he sent me here.” Dekel flushed and held his arm out. “I hurt my arm, I don’t think it’s serious or anything but I’m not a healer and he wanted to make sure.”  He flushed again because he had probably strained his wrist when he had tired to reach for something he really shouldn’t have.


On Sun, Oct 14, 2018 at 5:49 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

Dekel sighed as he walked into the infirmary.  Was it sad that the young candidate knew his way around here? Probably but he had been injured numerous times and well this was just another one.  He hoped it wasn't anything serious.  Not since a gold had finally flown and who knew, maybe he would actually have a chance at impression this time?

Taking a seat the fifteen turn sighed as he sat there, trying to not move too much.

The problem with being a Healer apprentice is that when you were actually injured people still assumed you were there to do your job. Dekel might be DragonHealer rather than Healer but he was still familiar enough for Cremsden to glance twice at him as he went to see how the queue looked.

"You'll be in hot water if Master Larsin catches you sitting down," he observed. "They're busy today." 
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Re: To Fly Without Wings atten: any at stables/Sarati #attnany

Aaron
 



On Wed, Oct 31, 2018, 10:23 sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:
"Do you ride?" Sarati asked. She knew a lot of the Candidates put to cleaning stalls didn't actually know how, or even want to learn.

She grabbed the halter and lead rope sitting on a peg outside the stall and slipped inside to put it on the frisky mare. Flame snorted and tossed her head but then submitted to the halter and even followed Sarati out of the stall. As soon as she was in the aisle way Flame jerked forward and tried to rush outside where there'd be grass waiting. Sarati gave the halter a quick jerk and aimed her toward the crossties instead. The mare reluctantly followed and Sarati put her in the crosstie stall.

"I've ridden before," said Nekaer. "But I wouldn't say I ride. Not runners, anyway." He had ridden adragonback enough to consider it unremarkable, as many weyrborn with rider parents had.

"Ashes, she's so fussy," he chuckled. He hoped Sarati did not intend for him to ride her. Sarati... Sarati. The name seemed familiar. He had certainly heard it before. And as he already considered, her face seemed familiar. The two of them may have met before. Well. He would do what he always did if it came up that he should have known her – pretend he knew who she was all along.


Re: To Fly Without Wings atten: any at stables/Sarati #attnany

sailyn2
 

"Do you ride?" Sarati asked. She knew a lot of the Candidates put to cleaning stalls didn't actually know how, or even want to learn.

She grabbed the halter and lead rope sitting on a peg outside the stall and slipped inside to put it on the frisky mare. Flame snorted and tossed her head but then submitted to the halter and even followed Sarati out of the stall. As soon as she was in the aisle way Flame jerked forward and tried to rush outside where there'd be grass waiting. Sarati gave the halter a quick jerk and aimed her toward the crossties instead. The mare reluctantly followed and Sarati put her in the crosstie stall.


Re: Pretty Presents. (Fabio/Almira/Any Candidate/ ACM)

Cassandra Coogan
 

“Everything’s food for something” Evarsi added. “It’s sad but it happens.” She gave the head a poke and huffed. Well it can’t stay here- still- she didn’t particularly want to pick it up. “Wonder how it got here though?” She frowned. “Anyone see anything?”


On Sunday, October 14, 2018, Jerzy Tobin <jerzytobin@...> wrote:
>
> Food or not, Almira didn't want to look at the thing again, for fear of gagging again. "It was a kitten. What if it was someone's pet?"

"Then someone wasn't doing a good job looking after it," Phyllia
stated, getting some control over her nerves.  She had no intention of
looking at that *thing* again, but at least she wasn't screaming
again.  "More likely it was a feral thing from the stables."

Still.  Definitely not something pleasant to wake up to.

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Re: It takes Green to Make Marks atten: Candies/Riders/T'rif

Cassandra Coogan
 

Evarsi giggled as Kestreth bitter against her, threatening to dump the girl into the lake. “Stop it Kes.” The candidate gently scolded her. “You are just cleaned, and oiled. I really want to find another dragon who needs help.”

((But you are My Little)) the green practically pouted. 

Evarsi scowled at the green “That doesn’t mean I can’t help others- or earn 1/32 mark each Rider I help. Besides, you can’t keep me, not if I want to Impress a green or blue or my own.”

Kestreth huffed. ((I suppose.)) she looked around the lake. ((Hey. You.)) she called to a green stained dragon. (I bet you wish you weren’t so green.)) she stretched and faked a yawn. ((My little wants to earn some marks. I however)) she added coyly, inspecting her own hide ((do want to know the colour of a dragon in the sky for when I Fly.))


Ooc: Um. So Kestreth decided she wanted to ‘help’ her riders adopted daughter out. Evarsi is not so sure this is help. 



On Sunday, October 14, 2018, sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:

The problem with having a green lake was that dragons needed to get cleaned and riders didn't always have the time to find a place outside the Weyr to do it. Normally this would have been the riders' fault, but sometimes people were due to visit other Weyrs, Holds, or go out on Search and they didn't have time to wash their dragons. Enough people complained to Kassia that she had to do something about it. Cleaning up the lake wasn't an option, but getting the riders some help was.

She sent word down to T'rif and he passed word onto the Candidates by word-of-mouth and flier that every Candidate was required to help bathe dragons. Anyone who helped would be given a token that could be exchanged for 1/32 mark. The more dragons bathed, the more marks a Candidate could make. Of course that wasn't to say there wouldn't be some unscrupulous riders that would try to get their dragon bathed and not be one of the people that had tokens to give out.

 

OOC: People feel free to have dragons who need bathed (the rider may or may not have a reason to have tokens to give out), Candidates to help bathe, or someone wanting to bug T'rif.


Re: Here we go again (Dekel/Cremsden)

Laura Walker
 

"Again?" Cremsden's eyebrows twitched upwards a moment but he nodded. "Come on back then, I'll take a look. He won't thank me if I keep you too long queuing."

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On Sun, Oct 21, 2018 at 8:09 AM Cassandra <dragonmagic16@...> wrote:

Dekel couldn’t help but jump a little as the voice came to him.  “Oh Sir.  No he sent me here.” Dekel flushed and held his arm out. “I hurt my arm, I don’t think it’s serious or anything but I’m not a healer and he wanted to make sure.”  He flushed again because he had probably strained his wrist when he had tired to reach for something he really shouldn’t have.


On Sun, Oct 14, 2018 at 5:49 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

Dekel sighed as he walked into the infirmary.  Was it sad that the young candidate knew his way around here? Probably but he had been injured numerous times and well this was just another one.  He hoped it wasn't anything serious.  Not since a gold had finally flown and who knew, maybe he would actually have a chance at impression this time?

Taking a seat the fifteen turn sighed as he sat there, trying to not move too much.

The problem with being a Healer apprentice is that when you were actually injured people still assumed you were there to do your job. Dekel might be DragonHealer rather than Healer but he was still familiar enough for Cremsden to glance twice at him as he went to see how the queue looked.

"You'll be in hot water if Master Larsin catches you sitting down," he observed. "They're busy today." 
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Re: A Cozy Little Chat (attn: Eldvyr, Cremsden)

Laura Walker
 

"Bitey. Master Kregg named him." And it had stuck. The blue firelizard climbed up to Cremsden's shoulder and then turned, still chattering, to eye Eldvyr as though weighing him up. "And sharding right he's being ornery. Well. Not like he can have a good shout and a swear is it?" And Cremsden was apparently in a world where an outlet for that kind of outlet was needed enough to allow his firelizard some leeway with it. "And he doesn't bite hard enough that stitches are needed any more, just making sure I know he's good and pissed off. Though cleaning out in case of infection is a sharding pain."

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Eldvyr eyed tiny blue hellion warily. "If he knows not to bite normally, then he also understands that it is not acceptable behavior. Ergo he really is just biting you to be ornery." He observed acerbically. He'd never really understood the appeal of pet ownership himself. Why lavish time and effort on a creature with which one could not even have an intelligent conversation? Still, he acknowledged that other people did form emotional attachments to their pets, and sometimes that can be very useful.

"Is this...what did you call him again? Is this the first time you've had a pet?" He asked.




On Fri, Oct 12, 2018 at 12:42 AM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
"Oh, they can," Cremsden agreed. "And from what I understand he swears at them sharding well when he's in the mood to." He clicked his tongue at the annoyed little blue and offered him his uninjured hand. Still muttering to himself Bitey grumbled his way towards it and scrambled heavily up Cremsden's arm.

"When he started it was all fear and fury," Cremsden explained. "Wasn't it, lad? And we sorted that with time, and a bit of help from one of the Impressed gold firelizards, and that part's resolved well enough. Now it's just when he gets pissed off - and there isn't any amount of explaining and communication that fixes pissed off." And apparently even when bitten, Cremsden was inclined to cool down about it fast enough that there was no reason for him to stop.



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