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Re: For a Handful of Kittens ( Kassia / Yiyu / Ysolde / Kyrel / R'bor / Any )

sailyn2
 

Kassia's days often started early. Much earlier than she preferred. Sometimes she went out and walked the Weyr to clear her head before the day got started.

 

((Something is happening over ~there~)) Foreth told Kass and sent the image of the spot.

 

Taking Brogan with her, Kass went to investigate. Foreth winged over to help keep a close eye.

 

"What's going on here?"


Re: Checking on a Young Queen atten: Kassia/Delysia/Razelth

sailyn2
 

Kassia smiled widely and made sure that the Queen saw her admiring the eggs. "And they are beautiful eggs. I like that one especially." She pointed at one near the front. "You did a great job, Razelth."


Re: Warm Sun on Old Hide (N'met, Lady/Sarati any)

sailyn2
 

Lady, on the hunt of a bug, cried out angrily as the dragon sent the bug rushing off and out of her reach. She flew over and right up to his nose and chittered furiously at him for his transgression.


Re: A Favorite Topic With a New Face (Diagir/Ziya, Maglor/Glaurung)

Ren
 

Diagir's expression sombered and he lowered his head briefly in respect. "Ah, she passed a hero then. A queen to be remembered. Her legacy is strong in Glaurung certainly. He's a gorgeous bronze and you seem to have done quite well with him."

Ziya warbled and sat with a noble and proud pose. {'Rung smart, 'Rung speak good to Ziya. Good bronze, good for queen Ziya.}

Hearing that, Diagir gave his gold a curious look. "Oh? It seems like Ziya has taken to your Glaurung."


Re: For a Handful of Kittens ( Kassia / Yiyu / Ysolde / Kyrel / R'bor / Any )

Jessica Freise
 

Rising early wasn't anything new to Yiyu. But the sight of a mighty bronze in the Weyrbowl just behind his rider was. She dithered for a moment, watching as a group began to gather around the kneeling rider. Overcome with curiousity and hoping not to have her ears pinned back for it, she joined the growing crowd.

On Apr 2, 2020, at 3:02 AM, Rogue Kakashi <snail.on.speed@...> wrote:

Every morning before dawn R'bor was already out and about.  Since graduating, he'd been able to set his own schedule, and contrary to what a normal human being would do, he decided to get up even earlier than he'd been forced to as a weyrling.  He liked it though; there was no one else out and he could set his own pace without any strange looks.  He liked to start near the weyrling barracks and run along the bowl in a large circle, slowing down and speeding up depending on which segment he was on.

The Weyr was different at those hours; he often saw nocturnal creatures scurrying to their dens, escaping the sun and how busy the Weyr got during the day.  Just yesterday he'd seen a mother cat transporting her litter from one hiding spot to another; a small crack on the Weyrbowl's wall, not too far from the dining cavern.  When he'd first seen it he thought that maybe that wasn't the best place... but it wasn't his business. He continued as usual.

This morning he started and hadn't even thought about the mother cat and her kittens until, about a quarter of the way through his run he saw a furry black body being pecked at by a small wherry.  Wherries in the Weyrbowl?  Unacceptable.  He would've shoo'd it away if only because of that.

"Poor thing," he muttered to himself as he examined the body of the mother cat.  He recalled the kittens and the crack she'd hidden them in.  They would die without her.

With a heavy sigh, he decided it was up to him to take responsibility.  After all, who else knew?  [[ Vukoth? ]]

{{ Hm? }} the bronze was still mostly asleep on his ledge.  

[[ I found some kittens. ]]

Interest piqued in the dragon, {{ How many? }}

[[ Not sure.  I'm going to dig them out now, ]] R'bor knelt in front of the crack and stuck his hand in.  He tried stretching his arm out, seeing what he could feel when suddenly small, needle-like teeth bit into his dark skin.  He let out a yelp and pulled his hand out, a small orange feline attached it, tooth and claw.  "Little bastard!"

R'bor shook his hand and the feline flew off with a wail, before scurrying back into the crack.  

{{ That was cute, }} commented the large bronze, who suddenly landed behind his rider, wanting to see it all.

"It's not, it hurt," muttered R"bor.  "Stay out of the way."

R'bor went in, trying to fish out a kitten.

Around the Weyr people were starting to wake up and more than one would be curious as to what R'bor and his enormous bronze were doing to the weyrbowl.

- R'bor and Vukoth


OOC:  As people approach R'bor will pull out kittens and hand them off


Re: What Did You Accuse Me Of? atten: Kassia/Ysolde

Nutmeg
 

Resisting the urge to snatch it away from the Weyrwoman, Ysolde eyed Kassia with as much suspicion as a runner eyeing a friendly dragon as she carefully took the piece back. "It's still rude to touch without permission." And that was the cheek of it. It felt to Ysolde that it was assumed it was all okay because she (apparently) wasn't going to steal it, she just wanted to take a look. Although her face was tense with the worry of whatever impending punishment she was about to get slapped with, her green eyes were still dark and furious. "Thank you for the compliment. It will be beautiful when I finish and has taken a long time so far. But I don't think you were in the right to pick it up just to look at it. That's why you have eyes."

"Ysolde! That is enough! Weyrwoman Kassia has explained herself even though she did not have to." Nayari's voice was a sharp hiss. Internally she was beside herself. She thought she taught her Candidates better than this! Her face was a stony grimace as she turned to the Goldrider. "Ma'am, you have been assaulted and accused of thievery. I can only assume that you will want to issue your own disciplinary punishment. You can be assured that Ysolde will also receive her own punishment from myself."

On Wed, Apr 1, 2020 at 10:38 PM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:
"We can stay here for now, thank you," Kassia said. She bent and retrieved the piece in question and held it out to Ysolde. "I believe this is yours. I picked it up to have a better look. Stealing involves removing something from the premises and not just picking it up to admire what is a very beautiful piece."



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For a Handful of Kittens ( Kassia / Yiyu / Ysolde / Kyrel / R'bor / Any )

Rogue Kakashi
 

Every morning before dawn R'bor was already out and about.  Since graduating, he'd been able to set his own schedule, and contrary to what a normal human being would do, he decided to get up even earlier than he'd been forced to as a weyrling.  He liked it though; there was no one else out and he could set his own pace without any strange looks.  He liked to start near the weyrling barracks and run along the bowl in a large circle, slowing down and speeding up depending on which segment he was on.

The Weyr was different at those hours; he often saw nocturnal creatures scurrying to their dens, escaping the sun and how busy the Weyr got during the day.  Just yesterday he'd seen a mother cat transporting her litter from one hiding spot to another; a small crack on the Weyrbowl's wall, not too far from the dining cavern.  When he'd first seen it he thought that maybe that wasn't the best place... but it wasn't his business. He continued as usual.

This morning he started and hadn't even thought about the mother cat and her kittens until, about a quarter of the way through his run he saw a furry black body being pecked at by a small wherry.  Wherries in the Weyrbowl?  Unacceptable.  He would've shoo'd it away if only because of that.

"Poor thing," he muttered to himself as he examined the body of the mother cat.  He recalled the kittens and the crack she'd hidden them in.  They would die without her.

With a heavy sigh, he decided it was up to him to take responsibility.  After all, who else knew?  [[ Vukoth? ]]

{{ Hm? }} the bronze was still mostly asleep on his ledge.  

[[ I found some kittens. ]]

Interest piqued in the dragon, {{ How many? }}

[[ Not sure.  I'm going to dig them out now, ]] R'bor knelt in front of the crack and stuck his hand in.  He tried stretching his arm out, seeing what he could feel when suddenly small, needle-like teeth bit into his dark skin.  He let out a yelp and pulled his hand out, a small orange feline attached it, tooth and claw.  "Little bastard!"

R'bor shook his hand and the feline flew off with a wail, before scurrying back into the crack.  

{{ That was cute, }} commented the large bronze, who suddenly landed behind his rider, wanting to see it all.

"It's not, it hurt," muttered R"bor.  "Stay out of the way."

R'bor went in, trying to fish out a kitten.

Around the Weyr people were starting to wake up and more than one would be curious as to what R'bor and his enormous bronze were doing to the weyrbowl.

- R'bor and Vukoth


OOC:  As people approach R'bor will pull out kittens and hand them off


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

Steelsilver
 

Sunstreath could not have puffed up any more, and with renewed zeal, the bronze began surveying the Lake for a properly sized fish. 

I'des arrived only a minute later, and Sunstreath, even distracted, sent Foreth an image of what His looked like.


On Wednesday, April 1, 2020, sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:
((You are good at choosing things,)) Foreth said. ((Bring me a big fish. Yours may come and you can direct him where to get my itchy places.)) She flared her wings, the sun shining off of them, and then settled again.



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Re: A Favorite Topic With a New Face (Diagir/Ziya, Maglor/Glaurung)

Steelsilver
 

"Aye. Whole family's northern bred, and riders." Maglor's expression shadowed, just a little, before he seemed to shake it off. "I wouldn't know. She was- There was a rockfall. She saved the eggs by shielding them, or else no one would have been able to get close to the nest enough to Impress." 

{'Rung best runner, big strong.} The bronze answered, simply. {Ziya gud, smart. Gud run.}



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Re: A Favorite Topic With a New Face (Diagir/Ziya, Maglor/Glaurung)

Ren
 

"I am, born and raised in Crom," Diagir confirmed with a nod. "My father was one of the beastcrafters there whose primary job it was to take care of whers. He taught me what i know. What about you? Way you said it, you're from up there, too. Glaurung's dam must have been a gorgeous queen to lay a bronze like him."

{Ziya run soon,} the gold cautioned, {'Rung chase with many many big 'uns! Ziya 'Mere, many chase 'Mere queen.} She raised her head proudly with a charming turn of her paw.


A Favorite Topic With a New Face (Diagir/Ziya, Maglor/Glaurung)

Steelsilver
 

"Your Ziya is quite lovely." Maglor responded. "The only other gold wher I've seen was Glaurung's dam, and, well..." He trailed off. "You're from the North too?" 

 {'Rung chase good, you see!} The bronze asserted. {Prett' Ziya, gud bigstrong lilun!}



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Re: Checking on a Young Queen atten: Kassia/Delysia/Razelth

mglady3@...
 

{{It's grandmama's one.}} Razelth said excitedly as she whisked herself out of reach of Delysia's brush. She weld her way between her eggs and busied herself by carefully turning one then another - all to be able to show them off to best advantage.

Delysia didn't need Razelth's announcement. She too recognized Kassia's voice. "Lady Kassia." She said, turning to greet the Weyrwoman. "As you can see," She added with a wry smile, "Razelth is very excited to show off her eggs."

On Tue, Mar 31, 2020 at 4:45 AM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:
Kassia left her guard outside. She doubted that Delysia was about to jump on her and didn't want to disturb the Queen any more than she had to.

"Hey, how are you doing?" Kassia called as she entered.


Warm Sun on Old Hide (N'met, any)

Ren
 

Cold wind, ice, and snow were nothing to a dragon nor to a rider who had grown up in Telgar Weyr. It made for great training for the cold of *between* at the very least, though when one's bones grew older it just made getting up in the morning a chore. In the south, however, the sun was hot and the breezes were balmy. Old brown skin on both dragon and human found the tropical weather to be perfect and an absolute relief. Abartth was beyond delighted to rest his body in the cool water of Arolos Lake while his head lay on the sands, taking in sunlight from both above and below. His rider was just as happy to take his leisure the same way, body in the water and upper torso reclining on the sand.

"Man... this Weyr is truly paradise," N'met sighed. Abartth let out an agreeing rumble that rolled through the ground. "Plenty of patients but also a well-staffed healing clinic already, and we get off days? Whoever heard of healers having off days?"

{{We deserve them, though,}} Abartth pointed out. {{Especially you. It's easy enough for me to rest all day on the Weyr rim, but your part of the job has you working at a desk all day. That seems so uncomfortable. But out here where we're both able to relax.... it's heaven. Plus there's plenty of people to watch.}} The brown's eyes tracked the humans as they came and went, along with the myriad of firelizards. {{So many of those little things here.... I wonder what they're like. Hello!}} 

Abartth called out jovially to a passing firelizard, curious of the reaction.


Re: Now I have ALL the friends! (Tyne/R'zzon)

Laurie
 

R'zzon stood there and listened. He thought about the Panagath-shaped place in his mind, filled with everything that was Panagath, and nothing else.

{{And why would there be something in my space?}} Panagath asked, albeit softly. 

If Panagath were gone, he'd just absolutely die. But if he wasn't allowed to...he didn't have his own firelizard, but he supposed that having something in his mind...

"I think I understand. The noise and chatter of your firelizards covers Myrandith's silence. Or, maybe not covers," he says thoughtfully, "softens it." It meant a lot to him that he got this right. He tried to understand Tyne, because she needed someone to understand. Not just say they understood, but to really be able to emphathize.


On Mon, Mar 30, 2020 at 5:15 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
"No," Tyne said matter of factly, breaking from her role of adoring mother wherry to look up at R'zzon. "I have ten. Aaru belongs to Bobbin. She only listens to me because I can hear her. And because Bobbin tells her to." That she was now the owner of an absurd amount of firelizards didn't register as anything other than absolute bliss. "I can hear all of them, together..." she babbled happily. "... They're making the space smaller. Myrandith's space. Oh, R'zzon..." Tyne signed dreamily, letting herself indulge in the feelings filling her mind as though it were a warm blanket on the coldest of winters. "... I can't explain it, I can't."

The giddy childishness was slipping away slightly, replaced by the more lucid tones that Tyne had been beginning to display more and more of late. "... My head," she went on to explain. "... It's not so quiet. So empty. Like there's patches of colour and emotion that are just covering the space. It's still her shape... her shadow. But it's like part of it is being filled...." Tyne paused, frowning. "... No," she said suddenly, a stern note to her voice. "... not filled in. She's always there underneath. It's... like a blanket. A blanket of noise that's the right kind of noise." It was so hard to explain and she wrung her hands slightly as consternation flickered over her face. She struggled to understand it herself because she could always feel her gold there. Could always feel how Myrandith's presence was meant to be there. But the tiny flashes of emotion and image without a defined, individual voice... they were a patchwork blanket of comforting similarity without attempting to replace or forget the individual that had been there first. 

On Mon, Mar 30, 2020 at 12:05 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Nine firelizards? R'zzon boggled. Which gave her..,"You have eleven firelizards now?" How could she handle that? But, looking at the sheer happiness on her face, maybe it was a good thing. She seemed less haunted than she had been.

"So, where did they come from?" he asked. "I haven't seen you in a few days, so this had to have happened recently."  He ran his fingers through his hair. What did one say to someone who just Impressed nine more firelizards?

{{Congratulations is a good start.}}

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 12:01 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Her expression took on a mischievous bent as she gently pulled back the blanket some more. A blanket that had begun to rustle and move of its own accord. "All of them." she beamed as one by one, the tiny and yawning heads of baby firelizards began to pop up between the folds like springs popping out of a mattress. Three... four... five... six... seven.. eight...nine.

Tyne looked nothing but proud of herself and Bobbin stuck her head into the top of the basket, whistling softly at the sleepy babies, a bizarre echo of the way in which Tyne cooed and fussed over her little brood.

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 4:08 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
"What the..." R'zzon looked at the two babies she showed him. Two baby firelizards. "So you Impressed a couple more firelizards?" he said in confusion. But they were so close together. And it was such a large basket...

Suddenly he was wide awake.  "How many friends did you make?" he asked. Panagath was chuckling in the background. R'zzon had the feeling that if Panagath were human, he'd be rolling on the floor right now.

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 9:57 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
"Friends!" she proclaimed again. "You need to wake up some more. You're not making full sentences." Of course, she hadn't known that the poor man had probably only had a mere handful of hours of sleep. She reverently pored over the basket, cooing at it slightly. "I made lots of friends yesterday. At the beach! And they're Bobbin and Cairn's friends too!" Never mind that Cairn wasn't entirely sure about how he felt about the new little interlopers, Bobbin was positively infatuated, no doubt her own maternal streak as a gold feeding from Tyne's own adoration.

She reached for R'zzon's arm, pulling at his sleeve to pull him closer to the table. "You need to be quiet, you'll scare them. They're sleeping." The words were punctuated by barely contained giggles as she eased the lid of the basket halfway off. "Wakey wakey" she cooed into the basket, pulling the folds of a blanket aside to reveal two tiny firelizards, one brown and one green, fast asleep and their bellies distended from their recent breakfast.

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 1:27 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
"Friends?" R'zzon's sleep muddled mind could barely keep up with Tyne's exuberance. His eyes fell upon the basket, but he didn't see what was in it. The way Cairn and Bobbin were hovering around the basket was some type of clue. Something important in the basket. He struggled with connecting the dots.

Cairn and Bobbin were firelizards. Firelizards were small dragons. Dragons were always wanting to eat. Therefore, the basket must have food in it. He nodded, pleased with himself that he'd been able to think rationally.

{{Firelizards are not small dragons, thank you very much,}} Panagath said. {{I'm insulted that you would ever think that.}}

R'zzon ignored him.

"But haven't Bobbin and Cairn always been your friends?" he asked her.

On Sat, Mar 28, 2020 at 4:28 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Tyne was beaming so widely that one wrong move would probably split her face from ear to ear as R'zzon opened his door and bleared at her. Somewhere through the waves of sated sleep and overwhelming glee, she noted his barely awake face.

"Wake up sleepy! I brought my new friends to meet you!"

Brandishing the basket high, she jostled past him into his weyr, practically bouncing with ever step. Like arrows from a bow, Bobbin and Cairn shot after her, settling on the table that Tyne gently set her basket on and huddling around it. It was clear that both flits were on high alert, heads twitching every which way as though assessing the entire room for any possible dangers.

"I made friends! All on my own!" And she was so achingly pleased about that fact. It radiated from her as she puffed up her slim frame and an innocence seemed to ripple from her. It wasn't the strange, childlike Tyne she had been, rather, it was the image of someone who was surrounded by a bubble of innocent naivety. A bubble that kept all of the bad things away. Besides, she was so giddy with all the new noise in her head that it made her feel drunk and the feeling of sated baby flits in her head made her feel heavy and clumsy like she was wading through water. It was delightful. Feelings in a way that she hadn't thought she would remotely feel every again. Patching up the Myrandith space. Not forgetting it. Just making it more bearable. Draping it with brightly coloured flags that made the hole seem a little smaller. Keeping Myrandith sacred. Just... easier to bear.

On Sat, Mar 28, 2020 at 8:00 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
R'zzon had been on late watch, and had fallen into bed in the early hours of the morning. Therefore, he didn't at first hear the persistent knocking.

{{Hey, boyo, your girlfriend's here,}} an amused Panagath said, waking him up from a sound sleep. He wasn't sure what he'd been dreaming about, but whatever it was, he'd liked it. and wanted more.

[[My what?]] he sleepily asked.

{{The no-longer-goldrider you've been around a log.}} 

Tyne? First he bolted up from bed, then realized that if something had happened, Idri would be there and not Tyne herself. "Hang on," he called out, quickly donning a semi-clean shirt and pants. Barefoot he padded over to his door.

"Hi," he said, almost tongue-tied. He didn't see anything untoward at first so he motioned her in. "Come on in. Is everything alright?"

On Sat, Mar 28, 2020 at 1:36 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
OoC: Fuzzied back approximately 2 months and set the day after Tyne finds her brood.

IC: When she had turned up back at home, beaming with rapturous happiness, Idri hadn't know whether to laugh, cry, shout or all of the above. As Tyne had waded into their living quarters, baby firelizards hanging off almost every inch of her (or so it had seemed), the poor Healer had spent the next hour trying to figure out two things, one - what in the wide world had happened and two - had her charge found a nest that didn't belong to her and they were about to get a very angry owner banging on the door.

The story had come out, coaxed between Tyne's distracted thoughts and copious giggles as she bathed and oiled each and every one of her new charges, wrapped in the wonderful cacophony of emotion that flooded her mind and Myrandith's empty space. The sun was barely sunk below the Rim before Idri had found the dragonless woman fast asleep on the couch, exhausted by her day's adventure and snoring lightly.

She had been left there until late into the following morning when Tyne had awoken to the sensation of hunger. Hers and that of nine others. Idri had abandoned her to go to a shift and truth be told, had needed to run away in order to figure out what she was going to do with Tyne. Tyne hadn't cared. No one had told her off and she was so enveloped in new sensations that she drifted along in a bubble of delirious happiness as she spent a blissful two hours tending to her new flock.

There was someone else that she was itching to tell as well. She had tried to make her new friends cling to her like they had yesterday but now, fat and sated they were lazy and snoring. With a "hmph!" she had found something even better, one of the baskets Idri used to organise their laundry. Each little body was tucked into its own nest of a blanket and the basket scooped up as Tyne scampered down the tunnels, trying not to bounce her previous cargo too much. Bobbin and Cairn flew over her, the gold fiercely watching for predators. Her maternal streak had kicked off and then some as Tyne made her way to a familiar door and began rapping on it loudly and persistently.

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Re: Connections (ATTN: K'sway)

Jessica Freise
 

Yiyu dared to open her dark brown eyes, focusing on the brownrider. She gave him a shakey smile, wiping fruitlessly at her face as water dripped. She shifted, aware of how very wet she was.

"I....I'm fine," she said quietly, glancing at the lake which had a few dragons in it. "Which...which one is yours?"


Three sevendays ago she would not have dared speak to a rider. More of Rinettz's influence.

On Apr 1, 2020, at 6:01 PM, Alexander Nakano <theglitteryone2@...> wrote:

Oh, shards! 

In all honesty, K'sway hadn't really been paying attention where he'd told Sixanth to land, and the brown had plunged into the Lake with surprising eagerness that sent a smaller wave outward. 

Soaking himself - though he'd dry off soon- he moved toward the girl. "Hey! You okay? Sorry about my Sixanth."

On Wednesday, April 1, 2020, Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Yiyu was now three sevendays in the Weyr. Things seemed to be changing daily for her, with her, as she made more and more friends. She would never be more than introverted, but she was finding she could still be shy and have a life here.

She crossed the bowl in the late afternoon light and hit the sandy lakeshore at a brisk trot as she mulled over just how much her life had changed. All thought was washed, quite literally, away as a splash of water rose up and drenched her from head to toe. Instinctively closing her eyes, she saw neither the cause of the splash or his rider at first.




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Re: Connections (ATTN: K'sway)

Steelsilver
 

Oh, shards! 

In all honesty, K'sway hadn't really been paying attention where he'd told Sixanth to land, and the brown had plunged into the Lake with surprising eagerness that sent a smaller wave outward. 

Soaking himself - though he'd dry off soon- he moved toward the girl. "Hey! You okay? Sorry about my Sixanth."


On Wednesday, April 1, 2020, Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Yiyu was now three sevendays in the Weyr. Things seemed to be changing daily for her, with her, as she made more and more friends. She would never be more than introverted, but she was finding she could still be shy and have a life here.

She crossed the bowl in the late afternoon light and hit the sandy lakeshore at a brisk trot as she mulled over just how much her life had changed. All thought was washed, quite literally, away as a splash of water rose up and drenched her from head to toe. Instinctively closing her eyes, she saw neither the cause of the splash or his rider at first.




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Re: Tail-Bone of a Person ( Kyrel/Aruithil )

 

"He WHAT?" Kyrel sputtered in startled surprise, honey-colored eyes wide and accompanied by a jaw-drop. This news was clearly fresh to the boy and just further evidence that his first impression of Z'go was the right one. "Who the feck does that? And to a kid?! Faranth be praised, how is he still walking around free?" By his vehemence, Kyrel's protective sensibilities were thoroughly offended.

He couldn't stand still anymore, frustration driving him to begin pacing across the small classroom, clearly antsy. The arrival of Aru's queen gave him pause, a hesitant look cast at the gold, before he resumed stalking around. He wasn't entirely comfortable around the flying lizards after the injury that had introduced him to Aru. "Sharding prick, I hope whatever he's got is as embarrassing as it is painful," Kyrel muttered. "Think Cremsden will be okay without us?"


On Wed, Apr 1, 2020, 12:40 AM Rogue Kakashi <snail.on.speed@...> wrote:
"Z'go is a special case," Aruithil replied, entering the classroom with the candidate.  "I don't care if he is rude; there are a lot of rude people, especially when they are suffering.  Z'go, though..." she paused, making sure there was no one around them before continuing,  "He kidnapped a child once.  Luckily everything was okay in the end.  The boy ended up impressing and everything but... still.  I hate people like that."

A golden firelizard appeared from between and settled on the young woman's shoulder and nuzzled her, trying to comfort Aruithil's heightened feelings.

- Aruithil and Myri


Re: Say it ain't sewing ( Kyrel / Sorho )

 

There was no chore, no lesson, no subject Kyrel hated more than sewing. He understood the basics; even sails needed patching at times, and he could thread a needle as well as the next person. There was no further need, in his mind, for continued study was a waste of time. He was no weaver's son, he was a seacrafter! Or... he was. 

Kyrel paused a few feet from the doorway, allowing other candidates to filter through ahead of him without hindrance. Leering at the classroom, he realized he was not the only one less-than-enthused for the next lesson. The other boy's disgruntled back-stepping earned a grunt of agreement from Kyrel who cast only one final glance at the threshold before turning away from it entirely. 

"You know what, yeah. Feck this shit," he said in support, jogging a step to catch up to Sorho. "I feel like a race. Here to the weyrbowl. You in?"

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020, 3:22 PM Rogue Kakashi <snail.on.speed@...> wrote:
Candidates walked past the young blonde man as he stared at the entrance to the classroom, unable to make himself go in again.  He'd been at this for turns and he knew exactly what this class was about.  Basic needlework; tip goes through hole, do this, do that, three hours of life that were never coming back for a skill that Sorho was completely unskilled in and had no desire to improve.  What was he going to do?  Knit himself a pair of trousers?  

"Sewing?" he asked outloud, asking no one but hoping for an answer nonetheless.  "Seriously?  Are trying to put the tailors out of business or something?"  He let out a frustrated sigh and started to back away before it was too late to do so.  "Nope, feck this today."

- Sorho


Connections (ATTN: K'sway)

Jessica Freise
 

Yiyu was now three sevendays in the Weyr. Things seemed to be changing daily for her, with her, as she made more and more friends. She would never be more than introverted, but she was finding she could still be shy and have a life here.

She crossed the bowl in the late afternoon light and hit the sandy lakeshore at a brisk trot as she mulled over just how much her life had changed. All thought was washed, quite literally, away as a splash of water rose up and drenched her from head to toe. Instinctively closing her eyes, she saw neither the cause of the splash or his rider at first.


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

Jessica Freise
 

OOC: I'm leaving this one here. Shall we grab a new thread with this pair? they're quiet lovely.

On Apr 1, 2020, at 4:38 PM, Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:

Rennitz was very pleased at Yiyu's growing confidence, grinning at her from over her sandwich. "That it is, hm?"

The redhead sat her food down to give Yiyu her full attention. "No matter what, we'll be friends. Even if I don't Impress and you do, I'll still be your friend." She actually giggled. "The thought of seeing you astride a dragon is an uplifting one. You'd look noble and strong up there. I can't wait to see that future come to pass."