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Re: Hiding In Plain Sight (ATTN: Rennitz, Any)

Jessica Freise
 

"Maybe," Yiyu proffered a tentative thought, "we could attend one of his lessons together. He said that if I didn't Impress, they could use me in the whercraft."

On Mar 24, 2020, at 6:29 PM, Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:

"Oh! Senior Journeyman Diagir!" Rennitz grinned wide at the mention. "Oh for sure do I know him. He gives many lessons on Whercrafting, especially to the public. He's also a really nice man. His green wher, Vainglory, is his gold Ziya's daughter from her first run and clutch. She wouldn't let anyone take the green's egg so Diagir really didn't have much choice in bonding to her."


Re: Hiding In Plain Sight (ATTN: Rennitz, Any)

Ren
 

"Oh! Senior Journeyman Diagir!" Rennitz grinned wide at the mention. "Oh for sure do I know him. He gives many lessons on Whercrafting, especially to the public. He's also a really nice man. His green wher, Vainglory, is his gold Ziya's daughter from her first run and clutch. She wouldn't let anyone take the green's egg so Diagir really didn't have much choice in bonding to her."


Re: Speaking To The Sun (atten: Kassia, Foreth)

Steelsilver
 

Sunstreath didn't quite dare to look up, but the bronze's own eyes whirled faster in delight as he was acknowledged. ((Mine says it is only right, to admire beauty- and you are the most beautiful queen I have spoken to.)) he offered. ((I am Sunstreath, and I will fetch you as many fish as you desire.)) A subtle puff of his own chest, the bronze posing in what he felt was his own best angle. 

"Shardit, Sunny, where are you?" I'des demanded, finally emerging from the Dining Hall and hurrying toward the bronze's last location by the Lake. 

On Tue, Mar 24, 2020 at 3:27 PM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:

Foreth had been lounging in her favorite spot. Her head came up and eyes startled to whirl orange in irritation, but they mellowed slightly at the offering and the pretty words.

 

((That's because there is no on else as magnificent as me,)) she said. Even as she took a big bite out of the herd beast, she said, ((But I prefer fish.))


Re: Jewels In Their Setting (ATTN: Diagir)

Jessica Freise
 

Scritch, scritch, scritch. Yiyu absorbed his words, nodding to herself as they struck a cord within her. Someone could use her, someone *wanted* her. And duty? She had a duty. It made her smile again, gazing up at the older man.

"Thank you," she said simply. It was something she wanted, no, neded, to hear.

On Mar 24, 2020, at 6:19 PM, Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:

Ziya eyed the hand for a moment before snorting and deigning to lean into the girl's hand. She looked down her muzzle at the child curiously. This small human wasn't afraid of her like most people are. Ziya had to admit that she liked that in a human. {Not bad human,} Ziya admitted to Diagir, who had to smile at his queen. 

"I think she likes you, Yiyu," Diagir confided to the girl. "She's normally not one to let people touch her, and I've only ever seen her accept touches from other whercrafters with bronzes or golds. Ha, if Candidacy doesn't work out, we could always use you in the Wherhall." His grin was lighthearted as he said it. "But don't let that dissuade you from Standing. If you've been Searched, that's not just your right but your duty. Just because a dragon hasn't spoken to you yet doesn't mean one won't ever. You're still young!"


Re: Jewels In Their Setting (ATTN: Diagir)

Ren
 

Ziya eyed the hand for a moment before snorting and deigning to lean into the girl's hand. She looked down her muzzle at the child curiously. This small human wasn't afraid of her like most people are. Ziya had to admit that she liked that in a human. {Not bad human,} Ziya admitted to Diagir, who had to smile at his queen. 

"I think she likes you, Yiyu," Diagir confided to the girl. "She's normally not one to let people touch her, and I've only ever seen her accept touches from other whercrafters with bronzes or golds. Ha, if Candidacy doesn't work out, we could always use you in the Wherhall." His grin was lighthearted as he said it. "But don't let that dissuade you from Standing. If you've been Searched, that's not just your right but your duty. Just because a dragon hasn't spoken to you yet doesn't mean one won't ever. You're still young!"


Re: Hiding In Plain Sight (ATTN: Rennitz, Any)

Jessica Freise
 

Yiyu gave the wherhandler's name without hesitation, lips curving upward as she thought of the man who positively dwarfed her. "Do you know him?" she asked, even as her gaze found the brown firelizard.

On Mar 24, 2020, at 5:59 PM, Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:

"Do you know who they belonged to?" Rennitz asked curiously. "One person with three whers is a pretty huge workload! That would require someone really strong and dedicated. They must be a whercrafter."

Bored now, Aranck flew over to his human and settled on her shoulder. The brown firelizard curiously looked the new human up and down while sending questioning thoughts.


Re: Training day... activate! (Tyne/ANY)

Jenna Cunningham
 

"Now I can get behind a drink," Sahari said, mistaking the flask immediately, and once again quietly praised her dragon's excellent judgement. His ability to - and only at a glance - pick out people who had The Right Stuff (whatever that stuff was, Sahari didn't know) had made him an excellent search rider in his time at Ista Weyr, and now it seemed to be paying off in dividends here, too. A drinking buddy. Maybe they could gripe together about Wingleaders and how they kept unfairly playing favourites, and how the status quo sucked.

Who is she, anyway? You talk to everybody around here. Maybe I'd recognize the green.

The uncertain pause before Oachayth replied set off alarm bells.

<<She rose against Farlith.>>

Gears cranked in Sahari's head as she processed that statement, even going so far as to turn her head and glance back toward where Oachayth now lounged in the shallows. One of his large eyes was open, watching her like she was a particularly clumsy hatchling meandering along the cliff's edge. Then: a sudden flicker of realization. She stiffened with her arm outstretched, hand held out toward the flask the other, younger woman carried.

Oh shit, it's that former gold rider. Her dragon is dead, you know. She killed someone.

She could feel the weight of her dragon's quiet sorrow, and felt her own rising anger match it. Stupid gold riders and their stupid machinations, fighting over empty halls. She almost turned around and left right there.

<<It was not her fault.>>

But she didn't.

"Oh." was all she said, caught out and no longer certain how to talk to her.


Re: Hiding In Plain Sight (ATTN: Rennitz, Any)

Ren
 

"Do you know who they belonged to?" Rennitz asked curiously. "One person with three whers is a pretty huge workload! That would require someone really strong and dedicated. They must be a whercrafter."

Bored now, Aranck flew over to his human and settled on her shoulder. The brown firelizard curiously looked the new human up and down while sending questioning thoughts.


Re: Hiding In Plain Sight (ATTN: Rennitz, Any)

Jessica Freise
 

"That's amazing," Yiyu said, with unfeigned interest. "The three whers I met were wonderful and so very expressive."

Her fingers uncurled and her hands relaxed from their clasped state. She was warming up to Rennitz, if she were honest, and hoped, with tentative wishful thinking, that she was doing the same to Yiyu.

On Mar 24, 2020, at 5:51 PM, Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:

"You would think! But dragons can't fit in the small hallways of Weyrs and Holds where humans can." Rennitz gestured with her hands to emphasize the difference. She was enjoying the conversation with this new girl. "But with a wher, they can fit anywhere a human can and no one will challenge anyone with a giant hulking wher right by their side. A dragon would take time to get to someone, even if they could shred through stone, but wher? Boom, right there." 


Re: Hiding In Plain Sight (ATTN: Rennitz, Any)

Ren
 

"You would think! But dragons can't fit in the small hallways of Weyrs and Holds where humans can." Rennitz gestured with her hands to emphasize the difference. She was enjoying the conversation with this new girl. "But with a wher, they can fit anywhere a human can and no one will challenge anyone with a giant hulking wher right by their side. A dragon would take time to get to someone, even if they could shred through stone, but wher? Boom, right there." 


Re: Jewels In Their Setting (ATTN: Diagir)

Jessica Freise
 

Yiyu studied the glistening gold. Her free hand rose, extending hesitantly for her to sniff, should she wish. The information he'd just given her was interesting, and wonderful, but....

"No dragon would speak to me," she said self-depricatingly.

On Mar 24, 2020, at 5:46 PM, Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:

Crinkles formed in the corners of Diagir's eyes when Yiyu spoke. Her obvious admiration for whers touched his heart and made him happy beyond comprehension, something his three picked up on. Vainglory herself hummed happily with dark green eyes while rubbing against Yiyu's hand beyond happily. {Very good pets! Glory like big much!}

"Did she, hmm? Well, that's actually pretty fantastic. Whers aren't much like dragons who are much more likely to talk to humans whenever they wish. Bonded whers like Vainglory are much more likely than Impressed ones like Diagirsk." The brown huffed in response and nodded. Ziya thumped her tail on the ground expectantly. "But of course, as her highness is reminding me, golds like Ziya are extremely picky who they speak to. I hear, however, that queen dragons with eggs on the sands are more inclined to talk to humans if they're bored, which they often are. I know Ziya certainly was bored when she had her eggs on the sands."


Re: Jewels In Their Setting (ATTN: Diagir)

Ren
 

Crinkles formed in the corners of Diagir's eyes when Yiyu spoke. Her obvious admiration for whers touched his heart and made him happy beyond comprehension, something his three picked up on. Vainglory herself hummed happily with dark green eyes while rubbing against Yiyu's hand beyond happily. {Very good pets! Glory like big much!}

"Did she, hmm? Well, that's actually pretty fantastic. Whers aren't much like dragons who are much more likely to talk to humans whenever they wish. Bonded whers like Vainglory are much more likely than Impressed ones like Diagirsk." The brown huffed in response and nodded. Ziya thumped her tail on the ground expectantly. "But of course, as her highness is reminding me, golds like Ziya are extremely picky who they speak to. I hear, however, that queen dragons with eggs on the sands are more inclined to talk to humans if they're bored, which they often are. I know Ziya certainly was bored when she had her eggs on the sands."


Re: Hungry Eyes (ATTN: Tyne)

Jessica Freise
 

"No, Lady, they aren't scaring me," she said. That real, honest smile, that was peaking out more and more the longer she was at the Weyr, graced Yiyu's lips briefly before slipping away.

"They're beautiful," she found herself repeating. The woman looked odd, spooked, almost. By her? Surely not.

On Mar 24, 2020, at 5:34 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

Ironically, it was the timidness radiating from the girl that kept the situation calm. Had she been met with confidence, outright confusion or worse... anger or disgust, it likely would have been enough to tip her over. But the shyness wasn't a threat. The glimmer of "Goldrider" Tyne disappeared again. "...'m sorry." she managed eventually, rubbing her eyes again to try and shift the cobwebs that clouded her visions when she was off-kilter like her eyes were trying to put her in two places at once. Like her brain was trying desperately hard to believe it was in another time, another place. "I don't usually find people here." There was a worried note to her voice now and an edge of confusion. 

She heard the word firelizard and she used it to force her attention back. "They're not scaring you are they? I can send some away if it's too much." Bring it back. Back under control. Back into place. She could do it.

On Tue, Mar 24, 2020 at 10:13 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Yiyu blushed, wondering if she were in trouble. Her hands came out and clasped in front of her, her back straightening as she said quietly, "I just finished dinner and was headed back to the barracks, but I thought you might need help, lady. That, and the firelizards honestly distracted me."

She couldn't quite meet Tyne's gaze. Her own skittered away, her enate timidness flaring up to meet even the hint of a strongly worded question.

On Mar 24, 2020, at 5:03 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

Candidate? Ah... Candidate. The familiar word broke through slightly and Tyne shook her head slightly as though trying to shake her thoughts together. "Shouldn't you be in the Barracks? Or lessons?" That's what Candidates did. Lessons. She had done lessons. Albeit many turns ago. Still on alert, Bobbin and Cairn had leapt into action, thrumming a low croon that was quickly echoed by the others so that the tunnel seemed to vibrate with the sound of crooning flits.

All of the group worked together, creeping closer like crawlers on a wall, twelve sets of eyes all watching Yiyu carefully. Kneading her eyes, Tyne's taut posture relaxed a little, the soft reassurance in her head settling her slightly. For a moment, the gaping hole of Myrandith had been threatening to loom large but the immediate proximity - both physically and mentally - of the firelizards had eked it away again. For the moment, she hadn't quite registered either the girl's name or the compliment to her brood.

On Tue, Mar 24, 2020 at 9:42 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"Y-yiyu, lady," she answered quietly, unassumingly. Much like she had with the whers, she slowly extended one hand to the scared-looking older woman, licking her lips nervously. "I'm a Candidate here. Your firelizards are beautiful," she added, unable to resist her own fascination with all creatures great and small.

On Mar 24, 2020, at 4:29 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

It... hadn't been a great day. No, not "bad" in the way Tyne knew "bad" could be but it had been one of those days where she had felt perilously close to that precipitous edge she knew far too well. She had spent most of the day in hiding in her quarters, practising her breathing techniques and grounding herself. It had been an activity that cost her most of the day and had been disturbed when she realised she hadn't eaten anything since the evening of the day before. Anything earlier in the day would undoubtedly have been returned by anxious retching but now, feeling a bit more in balance again, she decided that she needed to do two things - stretch her legs a little and find some food.

She had followed some of the more awkward and therefore lesser used tunnels to the Lower Caverns. It took longer, but the walk was used as another means to ground herself. When she had approached, she had sent Bobbin in, small note strapped to her leg. The gold knew exactly which staffer to head to. No, she wasn't sure she could deal with the bustle of the Dining Hall itself. Unfortunately, the wobble in Tyne's emotional state meant that her brood was feeling especially clingy. Whilst Bobbin and Cairn had had the places of honour on her shoulders, the others had been a train of colour that winked in and out of Between as they kept up, clinging to walls, glow baskets and supporting beams as they stayed close.

The gold had just returned with a small basket in tow, immediately resuming her sentinel post as the basket was plopped gently at Tyne's feet. She had just picked it up when she heard the voice and she started, freezing in place and causing the flock to bristle in alarm at the spike of alert that rushed through Tyne.

"Who're you? Why are you here?" On another day, the voice might have been more demanding. Today it was edged with panic, as though she were caught doing something she shouldn't be doing.

On Tue, Mar 24, 2020 at 9:00 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Yiyu stepped out of the lower caverns and instantly paused. Like a wild runner caught in lamplight, she stilled, aware of eyes on her. Slowly turning, she saw...firelizards. A great many, in fact, but it was the woman who caught her attention with wide, dark eyes that stared through, not passed, her.

"May I..help...you, lady?"




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Re: Hungry Eyes (ATTN: Tyne)

Nutmeg
 

Ironically, it was the timidness radiating from the girl that kept the situation calm. Had she been met with confidence, outright confusion or worse... anger or disgust, it likely would have been enough to tip her over. But the shyness wasn't a threat. The glimmer of "Goldrider" Tyne disappeared again. "...'m sorry." she managed eventually, rubbing her eyes again to try and shift the cobwebs that clouded her visions when she was off-kilter like her eyes were trying to put her in two places at once. Like her brain was trying desperately hard to believe it was in another time, another place. "I don't usually find people here." There was a worried note to her voice now and an edge of confusion. 

She heard the word firelizard and she used it to force her attention back. "They're not scaring you are they? I can send some away if it's too much." Bring it back. Back under control. Back into place. She could do it.

On Tue, Mar 24, 2020 at 10:13 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Yiyu blushed, wondering if she were in trouble. Her hands came out and clasped in front of her, her back straightening as she said quietly, "I just finished dinner and was headed back to the barracks, but I thought you might need help, lady. That, and the firelizards honestly distracted me."

She couldn't quite meet Tyne's gaze. Her own skittered away, her enate timidness flaring up to meet even the hint of a strongly worded question.

On Mar 24, 2020, at 5:03 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

Candidate? Ah... Candidate. The familiar word broke through slightly and Tyne shook her head slightly as though trying to shake her thoughts together. "Shouldn't you be in the Barracks? Or lessons?" That's what Candidates did. Lessons. She had done lessons. Albeit many turns ago. Still on alert, Bobbin and Cairn had leapt into action, thrumming a low croon that was quickly echoed by the others so that the tunnel seemed to vibrate with the sound of crooning flits.

All of the group worked together, creeping closer like crawlers on a wall, twelve sets of eyes all watching Yiyu carefully. Kneading her eyes, Tyne's taut posture relaxed a little, the soft reassurance in her head settling her slightly. For a moment, the gaping hole of Myrandith had been threatening to loom large but the immediate proximity - both physically and mentally - of the firelizards had eked it away again. For the moment, she hadn't quite registered either the girl's name or the compliment to her brood.

On Tue, Mar 24, 2020 at 9:42 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"Y-yiyu, lady," she answered quietly, unassumingly. Much like she had with the whers, she slowly extended one hand to the scared-looking older woman, licking her lips nervously. "I'm a Candidate here. Your firelizards are beautiful," she added, unable to resist her own fascination with all creatures great and small.

On Mar 24, 2020, at 4:29 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

It... hadn't been a great day. No, not "bad" in the way Tyne knew "bad" could be but it had been one of those days where she had felt perilously close to that precipitous edge she knew far too well. She had spent most of the day in hiding in her quarters, practising her breathing techniques and grounding herself. It had been an activity that cost her most of the day and had been disturbed when she realised she hadn't eaten anything since the evening of the day before. Anything earlier in the day would undoubtedly have been returned by anxious retching but now, feeling a bit more in balance again, she decided that she needed to do two things - stretch her legs a little and find some food.

She had followed some of the more awkward and therefore lesser used tunnels to the Lower Caverns. It took longer, but the walk was used as another means to ground herself. When she had approached, she had sent Bobbin in, small note strapped to her leg. The gold knew exactly which staffer to head to. No, she wasn't sure she could deal with the bustle of the Dining Hall itself. Unfortunately, the wobble in Tyne's emotional state meant that her brood was feeling especially clingy. Whilst Bobbin and Cairn had had the places of honour on her shoulders, the others had been a train of colour that winked in and out of Between as they kept up, clinging to walls, glow baskets and supporting beams as they stayed close.

The gold had just returned with a small basket in tow, immediately resuming her sentinel post as the basket was plopped gently at Tyne's feet. She had just picked it up when she heard the voice and she started, freezing in place and causing the flock to bristle in alarm at the spike of alert that rushed through Tyne.

"Who're you? Why are you here?" On another day, the voice might have been more demanding. Today it was edged with panic, as though she were caught doing something she shouldn't be doing.

On Tue, Mar 24, 2020 at 9:00 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Yiyu stepped out of the lower caverns and instantly paused. Like a wild runner caught in lamplight, she stilled, aware of eyes on her. Slowly turning, she saw...firelizards. A great many, in fact, but it was the woman who caught her attention with wide, dark eyes that stared through, not passed, her.

"May I..help...you, lady?"




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Florcott on AIM.

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Florcott on AIM.

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



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Florcott on AIM.

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Re: On a Walk atten:anyone

sailyn2
 

"Yes, it's  a very nice day," Kassia said. "You have a beautiful wher there."


Re: Speaking To The Sun (atten: Kassia, Foreth)

sailyn2
 

Foreth had been lounging in her favorite spot. Her head came up and eyes startled to whirl orange in irritation, but they mellowed slightly at the offering and the pretty words.

 

((That's because there is no on else as magnificent as me,)) she said. Even as she took a big bite out of the herd beast, she said, ((But I prefer fish.))


Re: Hiding In Plain Sight (ATTN: Rennitz, Any)

Jessica Freise
 

"A wher for a guard?" Yiyu repeated. "But dragons are so...large. Wouldn't they suffice?" she asked, thoroughly emersed now in the conversation in a way she had rarely managed in her lifetime.

On Mar 24, 2020, at 5:04 PM, Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:

"Yeah, of a sort! He has a really small holding and stable, split between runners and whers. There's plenty of people with whers here, including Weyrwoman Kassia. She's got bronze Brogan and he's gorgeous." Rennitz sighed in admiration of the great beast. "In fact, Weyrwoman Kassia started a program where all goldriders here should have a wher for a guard. It's amazing!"


Re: Hungry Eyes (ATTN: Tyne)

Jessica Freise
 

Yiyu blushed, wondering if she were in trouble. Her hands came out and clasped in front of her, her back straightening as she said quietly, "I just finished dinner and was headed back to the barracks, but I thought you might need help, lady. That, and the firelizards honestly distracted me."

She couldn't quite meet Tyne's gaze. Her own skittered away, her enate timidness flaring up to meet even the hint of a strongly worded question.

On Mar 24, 2020, at 5:03 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

Candidate? Ah... Candidate. The familiar word broke through slightly and Tyne shook her head slightly as though trying to shake her thoughts together. "Shouldn't you be in the Barracks? Or lessons?" That's what Candidates did. Lessons. She had done lessons. Albeit many turns ago. Still on alert, Bobbin and Cairn had leapt into action, thrumming a low croon that was quickly echoed by the others so that the tunnel seemed to vibrate with the sound of crooning flits.

All of the group worked together, creeping closer like crawlers on a wall, twelve sets of eyes all watching Yiyu carefully. Kneading her eyes, Tyne's taut posture relaxed a little, the soft reassurance in her head settling her slightly. For a moment, the gaping hole of Myrandith had been threatening to loom large but the immediate proximity - both physically and mentally - of the firelizards had eked it away again. For the moment, she hadn't quite registered either the girl's name or the compliment to her brood.

On Tue, Mar 24, 2020 at 9:42 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"Y-yiyu, lady," she answered quietly, unassumingly. Much like she had with the whers, she slowly extended one hand to the scared-looking older woman, licking her lips nervously. "I'm a Candidate here. Your firelizards are beautiful," she added, unable to resist her own fascination with all creatures great and small.

On Mar 24, 2020, at 4:29 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

It... hadn't been a great day. No, not "bad" in the way Tyne knew "bad" could be but it had been one of those days where she had felt perilously close to that precipitous edge she knew far too well. She had spent most of the day in hiding in her quarters, practising her breathing techniques and grounding herself. It had been an activity that cost her most of the day and had been disturbed when she realised she hadn't eaten anything since the evening of the day before. Anything earlier in the day would undoubtedly have been returned by anxious retching but now, feeling a bit more in balance again, she decided that she needed to do two things - stretch her legs a little and find some food.

She had followed some of the more awkward and therefore lesser used tunnels to the Lower Caverns. It took longer, but the walk was used as another means to ground herself. When she had approached, she had sent Bobbin in, small note strapped to her leg. The gold knew exactly which staffer to head to. No, she wasn't sure she could deal with the bustle of the Dining Hall itself. Unfortunately, the wobble in Tyne's emotional state meant that her brood was feeling especially clingy. Whilst Bobbin and Cairn had had the places of honour on her shoulders, the others had been a train of colour that winked in and out of Between as they kept up, clinging to walls, glow baskets and supporting beams as they stayed close.

The gold had just returned with a small basket in tow, immediately resuming her sentinel post as the basket was plopped gently at Tyne's feet. She had just picked it up when she heard the voice and she started, freezing in place and causing the flock to bristle in alarm at the spike of alert that rushed through Tyne.

"Who're you? Why are you here?" On another day, the voice might have been more demanding. Today it was edged with panic, as though she were caught doing something she shouldn't be doing.

On Tue, Mar 24, 2020 at 9:00 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Yiyu stepped out of the lower caverns and instantly paused. Like a wild runner caught in lamplight, she stilled, aware of eyes on her. Slowly turning, she saw...firelizards. A great many, in fact, but it was the woman who caught her attention with wide, dark eyes that stared through, not passed, her.

"May I..help...you, lady?"




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Florcott on AIM.

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





-- 
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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: Hiding In Plain Sight (ATTN: Rennitz, Any)

Ren
 

"Yeah, of a sort! He has a really small holding and stable, split between runners and whers. There's plenty of people with whers here, including Weyrwoman Kassia. She's got bronze Brogan and he's gorgeous." Rennitz sighed in admiration of the great beast. "In fact, Weyrwoman Kassia started a program where all goldriders here should have a wher for a guard. It's amazing!"


Re: Hungry Eyes (ATTN: Tyne)

Nutmeg
 

Candidate? Ah... Candidate. The familiar word broke through slightly and Tyne shook her head slightly as though trying to shake her thoughts together. "Shouldn't you be in the Barracks? Or lessons?" That's what Candidates did. Lessons. She had done lessons. Albeit many turns ago. Still on alert, Bobbin and Cairn had leapt into action, thrumming a low croon that was quickly echoed by the others so that the tunnel seemed to vibrate with the sound of crooning flits.

All of the group worked together, creeping closer like crawlers on a wall, twelve sets of eyes all watching Yiyu carefully. Kneading her eyes, Tyne's taut posture relaxed a little, the soft reassurance in her head settling her slightly. For a moment, the gaping hole of Myrandith had been threatening to loom large but the immediate proximity - both physically and mentally - of the firelizards had eked it away again. For the moment, she hadn't quite registered either the girl's name or the compliment to her brood.

On Tue, Mar 24, 2020 at 9:42 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"Y-yiyu, lady," she answered quietly, unassumingly. Much like she had with the whers, she slowly extended one hand to the scared-looking older woman, licking her lips nervously. "I'm a Candidate here. Your firelizards are beautiful," she added, unable to resist her own fascination with all creatures great and small.

On Mar 24, 2020, at 4:29 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

It... hadn't been a great day. No, not "bad" in the way Tyne knew "bad" could be but it had been one of those days where she had felt perilously close to that precipitous edge she knew far too well. She had spent most of the day in hiding in her quarters, practising her breathing techniques and grounding herself. It had been an activity that cost her most of the day and had been disturbed when she realised she hadn't eaten anything since the evening of the day before. Anything earlier in the day would undoubtedly have been returned by anxious retching but now, feeling a bit more in balance again, she decided that she needed to do two things - stretch her legs a little and find some food.

She had followed some of the more awkward and therefore lesser used tunnels to the Lower Caverns. It took longer, but the walk was used as another means to ground herself. When she had approached, she had sent Bobbin in, small note strapped to her leg. The gold knew exactly which staffer to head to. No, she wasn't sure she could deal with the bustle of the Dining Hall itself. Unfortunately, the wobble in Tyne's emotional state meant that her brood was feeling especially clingy. Whilst Bobbin and Cairn had had the places of honour on her shoulders, the others had been a train of colour that winked in and out of Between as they kept up, clinging to walls, glow baskets and supporting beams as they stayed close.

The gold had just returned with a small basket in tow, immediately resuming her sentinel post as the basket was plopped gently at Tyne's feet. She had just picked it up when she heard the voice and she started, freezing in place and causing the flock to bristle in alarm at the spike of alert that rushed through Tyne.

"Who're you? Why are you here?" On another day, the voice might have been more demanding. Today it was edged with panic, as though she were caught doing something she shouldn't be doing.

On Tue, Mar 24, 2020 at 9:00 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Yiyu stepped out of the lower caverns and instantly paused. Like a wild runner caught in lamplight, she stilled, aware of eyes on her. Slowly turning, she saw...firelizards. A great many, in fact, but it was the woman who caught her attention with wide, dark eyes that stared through, not passed, her.

"May I..help...you, lady?"




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