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A Unceremonious Arrival (S'ryll/Kassia)

TrueTricia
 
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S'ryll blinked as Vastolth arrived from between with a pop.  The sun was in his eyes, and the unfamiliar heat hit him in a wave.  His eyes adjusted, and he looked out over the landscape.  So this was Arolos Weyr.  His new home.  He pursed his lips a bit.  He wasn't here by choice.  Three days ago, he was blissfully a wingsecond at High Reaches Weyr, learning, biding his time to become something, someone more.  Vastolth had flown a few flights and won, and it was only a matter of time before he became a wingleader, and then eventually more than that.  And then two days ago, he was handed a hide, directing him to report to Arolos Weyr in two days time.  No reason, no justification.  

When he was a Candidate, he'd been a bit of a bully.  It wasn't unusual given the attitudes of the times, but he'd had the bad luck of bullying the wrong kid.  There was one kid, he'd bullied pretty hard, and that kid turned out to Impress bronze, and happened to be the son of a bronzerider as well.  And that adult bronzerider, he particularly disliked Saere.  And recently, that same bronzerider had become very high ranking, and within days, Saere got his transfer orders. It was the only thing that Saere could think of, and the bronzerider's actions, a knowing smirk and grin, only confirmed it.  Of course, when he tried to mention it to his wingleader, to try to stay at High Reaches, he didn't believe him.  

And so now, his belongings on Vastolth's back, he was here.  He'd lost everything in the blink of an eye.  His rank, his hard work, all of it erased.  Now his only rank was that gifted to him by virtue of his dragon's hide.  Not that he was complaining.

{{At least it's warm here.}} Vastolth commented looking down.  {{The Weyr looks pleasant.  Warm waters for bathing, good sun.  New golds and greens.}}

((And still probably hardly a bronze of your size, hmm?  Or are you ever worried about that?)) Saere was always amused by his dragon.  Vastolth was a massive dragon, muscular and with a wingspan that rivaled others.  And Vastolth knew it.  If Saere was arrogant, Vastolth was his match.  

Vastolth just snorted as a response.  {{Where shall I land?  Near the lake?}}  Saere could hear the wistfulness in his dragon's voice.  

((Sure.  We'll just drop the gear and you can go for a dip while I get checked in and a weyr assigned.))

{{Make sure it's a good one.  With a good ledge, and a good view.  And...}} Saere chucked at his dragon's wish list.

They landed on the west side of the lake, the bronze dragon touching down with a flourish.  Saere unbuckled the straps holding his belongings, letting them slide down gently as he undid his own.  His feet hit the ground, and Vastolth's head came to look at him, eyes whirling.  {{We will succeed here.  We always succeed.  This is just a warmer place for us to so do.  I'm going to check out the dragons.}}  Saere grunted at his dragon's words.  Vastolth wasn't so much encouraging so much as stating the facts.  Because both rider and dragon would be working towards making that the truth.  

Saere brushed his hands off on his trousers, looking around.  So this was his new home?  His first order of business would be to find the Weyrleader or his second and report for duty.  Then find the Headwoman and get a weyr assigned, preferably one that Vastolth approved.  And then, then he would need to start rebuilding, get a position back in the wings, figure out who the players were at this strange place.  And what the rules were...he'd heard all the rumors about this place and its craziness.  

He looked around, spotted the closest person he could find, and waved.  "Hello there.  I need some help."


Re: Born at the Right Time - Attn:Margana, R'tal, Cremsden

Laura Walker
 

"Are you sure--uh," Well-intentioned advice that maybe Margana might prefer to walk about a bit more was swallowed as Cremsden saw her expression. "I'll er, shut up, shall I? Sorry."


On Sat, Apr 4, 2020 at 8:55 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
{{Be nice,}} Zlorenth said, knowing that the first thing Margana would say was that this was only a dress rehearsal. 

[[grrrrr,]] Margana mentally growled back at him. "Yes, it's time. My water broke, and my contractions are...," she looked at Rulynn. She wasn't counting.

"Her contractions are seven minutes apart. Your baby is impatient to get out here," Rulynn said, helping Margana off with her clothing and onto the bed.

On Mon, Mar 30, 2020 at 5:08 AM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:


One final boost, and Margana was on Zlorenth's neck. The blue gently lifted off, which Margana knew was horribly difficult for him. But it was worth it, to not have to walk the distance to the Infirmary.

Zlorenth set down and several Healer apprentices were there to help her off, along with Journeyman Healer Rulynn. "Don't you know babies are supposed to come in the wee hours of the morning?" Ru said as she helped Margana waddle to a room set up specifically for birthing. 

"Tell you what---once this kid is old enough to understand, you tell them that," Margana replied. 

"Margana?" Cremsden appeared at a run, having being quietly alerted. "K'ren said -- are you sure? It's now?" He sounded torn between excitement and anxiety, sure they were ready but were they *ready*?


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Re: You're willing to take me back, right? (Dytha/Larsin)

Laurie
 

Mendl looked up from the tinctures she was creating. "Hi Dytha. Long time. Yes, he's in back with a green that was injured last Threadfall." She put down her supplies. "I heard that your group was mostly going back into your crafts, right? I'm glad to see you're back. So far all the apprentices who've come here have left  screaming for the Beastcraft." She giggled. "Wusses."


On Thu, Apr 2, 2020 at 4:22 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
As much as she had been looking forward to this day, she was also terrified. Oh, Master Larsin had told her when she had impressed that she could come back. But that had been so long ago. Almost three turns and Dytha's sensible head told her that it was entirely likely that he had found a new protege by now.In fact it had been several months since she had been able to see him at all, caught up in the finalisation of her drill training and eventual graduation.

But she had told the Weyrlingmasters she would be returning to her Craft. Now she needed to find out whether that was still even a viable plan. She had checked the schedule and knew that the Master was due to be working that day and she had made sure she was refreshed and smart. Most importantly, she had ensured that she had her ace in the hole. The research project she had worked on detailing the growth rate of the 2nd Pass weyrling dragons. It was a thick and well used journal. She had documented it all. Including her own experiences with Ponth.

It was well into the morning by the time she actually plucked up the courage to head down to the Infimary, going through to the dragon side and looking around for any familiar faces. "Hey, has anyone seen Master Larsin?" she called out, knowing full well that with her luck, he was up to his elbows in dragon guts and far too busy to speak with the likes of her. 

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

Laurie
 

R'zzon hoped he would never, ever have to experience what Tyne was going through. But he could be there for her. And he could at least try to understand.

"I'm glad you have them," he said. "I'm glad you can get some relief from the silence." He didn't hug her, as he was never sure if hugging would frighten her. But he did put a hand on her arm, and bent over to look at the basket of firelizards.

"I love their colors," he said. "Have you named them all yet?"

On Thu, Apr 2, 2020 at 4:13 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
She waited silently whilst he thought, aware that he seemed to be processing what she said and thinking very carefully about what he was going to say next. It was one of the things she appreciated about him. He was careful and considerate, not overly impulsive or reckless. It was safe. And she liked safe. As he spoke, she nodded with eager encouragement, elated that he was in a way, on the right track.

"The space that is Myrandith. Will always be Myrandith, even if she isn't there anymore is... is like looking into a gaping chasm. You can't see the bottom. It goes on forever..." She paused, waving her hands awkwardly and carefully scooping up a tiny green that was trying to escape her basket nest and gently smoothed her light green hide. "And the silence is the loudest noise you can possibly imagine. But it's silence. But it's so loud all at the same time and you can't... you can't stop yourself standing on the edge, looking for the bottom, waiting for the sound that's meant to be there." 

Tyne let out a sudden hiccup as the familiar swell of emotion made her chest ache and a lump form in her throat. "But they," And she gestured at Bobbin who creeled softly at her and Cairn, watching her intently. "...When they're there, I can see glimpses of colour inside that chasm. Can feel whispers of voices that break the silence down just enough. Just so it's bearable. When they're all there. All the others, even the ones that aren't mine, the colours are more vibrant and their voices are... are..." She fumbled for the word she was looking for. "... They're like listening to a sea shell and hearing the sea. It's a constant rush of smaller, simpler voices."

On Thu, Apr 2, 2020 at 12:57 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
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: It's hard to be in charge atten: Kassia/M'gal

Laurie
 

M'gal was very aware of the headaches the Weyrleaders experienced. Today he had two Wingleaders griping at him because they didn't like some of the changes made in wing assignments.  Apparently, moving blue Xanteth and his rider to a different wing got them both up in arms. He finally had to resort to, "Because I'm Weyrleader and that's why," when they kept on him about why it had to be like that.

When Kassia appeared in his doorway, the look of relief on his face spoke volumes. 

"Please. Come in and close the door," he said.

On Mon, Mar 30, 2020 at 11:14 AM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:
There were few people that understood what the leaders went through. Even the other golds besides the Weyrwoman were somewhat sheltered. The people who had the full brunt of it numbered in a couple of handfuls in the history of Arolos. Kassia was one of them and currently one of her mates, M'gal. When she had a headache again after a problem with tithes, she knew who she had to turn to.

She headed out of her office with Brogan at her side and headed for M'gal's office for some much needed commiserating and maybe distraction.


Re: Born at the Right Time - Attn:Margana, R'tal, Cremsden

Laurie
 

{{Be nice,}} Zlorenth said, knowing that the first thing Margana would say was that this was only a dress rehearsal. 

[[grrrrr,]] Margana mentally growled back at him. "Yes, it's time. My water broke, and my contractions are...," she looked at Rulynn. She wasn't counting.

"Her contractions are seven minutes apart. Your baby is impatient to get out here," Rulynn said, helping Margana off with her clothing and onto the bed.

On Mon, Mar 30, 2020 at 5:08 AM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:


One final boost, and Margana was on Zlorenth's neck. The blue gently lifted off, which Margana knew was horribly difficult for him. But it was worth it, to not have to walk the distance to the Infirmary.

Zlorenth set down and several Healer apprentices were there to help her off, along with Journeyman Healer Rulynn. "Don't you know babies are supposed to come in the wee hours of the morning?" Ru said as she helped Margana waddle to a room set up specifically for birthing. 

"Tell you what---once this kid is old enough to understand, you tell them that," Margana replied. 

"Margana?" Cremsden appeared at a run, having being quietly alerted. "K'ren said -- are you sure? It's now?" He sounded torn between excitement and anxiety, sure they were ready but were they *ready*?


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

mglady3@...
 

Delysia nodded. That was along the lines of what she expected. "I was thinking of having some of my papers moved in here, so that I can work from here for a part of the day." She paused. "You've been through this before. Do you have any advice for me?"


On Sat, Apr 4, 2020 at 12:14 PM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:
"Most likely it will," Kassia said. "It certainly will for you, I can tell you that. It gets boring sitting here, but Razelth will appreciate the support."


Re: Sacharrine Saturated Nightmare (Talena, and T'rifoshe)

sailyn2
 

"You could, but I'm pretty sure they're aware by now," T'rif said. "We've been operating this way for a long time."

He nodded at her. "T'rif is fine. And yes, you may find that our Candidates and our people in general are different than where you come from. The leaders, at least the current leaders, allow more freedom and independence. They're more likely to be a little bit more lenient and allow a bit more. But things tend to work well down here. And that doesn't mean we allow chaos or for people to take advantage of the system. If Candidates aren't behaving, feel free to assign them extra homework or laps and such. There is one more difference. Since we're prone to disasters around here, I'm actually in a unique position among the ACMs. I deal with Candidates who have repeated issues or minor mental concerns that may or may not need to be referred to the mind healers."


Re: Come, Be my Muse (ATTN Erena/Kassia)

sailyn2
 

"Sure," Kass said, smiling. She pulled over the papers and began to read. "I like it," she said after reading a bit.


Re: Come, Be my Muse (ATTN Kassia/Aster)

sailyn2
 

"I wouldn't mind seeing your work sometime," Kassia said. "What do you like to carve?"


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

sailyn2
 

"Most likely it will," Kassia said. "It certainly will for you, I can tell you that. It gets boring sitting here, but Razelth will appreciate the support."


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

Steelsilver
 

{Mag' two leg gone.} Glaurung uttered another rumble. {'iya no worry? Longtime gone.} 

"My father was always convinced every one of his sons would be bronze riders like he was." Maglor shrugged. "He didn't like when I chose the Harpers."


On Friday, April 3, 2020, Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:
Ziya gave a confused and worried warble to Glaurung while still keeping her head under Diagir's hand. {Wha' happen? What two legs do?} Her tone was worried as her eyes phased to yellow.

"Aye, I understand you, friend. I never felt that I was good enough for my father or my family. I ended up having to have a wher put down up North, d'you know how Pern-shatteringly expensive that is? One wher is worth a mine's entire season, and I trained one so badly it had to die."



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Re: I Remember You! (Ran'omi, J'zat)

Steelsilver
 

"Meisteth will be careful." J'zat assured him. Still... {{Meisteth, slow down a little bit.}} He directed. 

The blue obeyed, abashed. {{Tetsuith and me were just racing.}}


On Friday, April 3, 2020, Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:
"Same with Tetsuith. I'm kind of surprised she remembered him but I guess if someone's that dear to you, hm?" Ran'omi smiled at the two dragons racing in the water. "Those brats are going to hit someone, I swear."

{{Not fair! Ah but it gives me enough time to beat you!}} Tetsuith bared her fangs in a grin as she swam so swiftly.



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Re: Rise and Shine (ATTN Diagir, Larenne)

Jessica Freise
 

"What is a run like?" she asked curiously. She had no flit or dragon to give her even a whisper of knowledge, and Larensk had so far had no reason to participate in a green's run, seeing as they were often spayed.

On Apr 4, 2020, at 1:03 PM, Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:

Echoing Larenne's actions with Ziya, Diagir was only too happy to oblige her with an answer. "My father gave me Diagirsk's egg when I finally showed enough aptitude in the craft and was allowed to talk the tables to Journeyman. Ziya, I was graciously given as a reward by Master Athesta for my contribution in founding the Whercraft. Vainglory is Ziya's daughter from her first run."


Re: Rise and Shine (ATTN Diagir, Larenne)

Ren
 

Echoing Larenne's actions with Ziya, Diagir was only too happy to oblige her with an answer. "My father gave me Diagirsk's egg when I finally showed enough aptitude in the craft and was allowed to talk the tables to Journeyman. Ziya, I was graciously given as a reward by Master Athesta for my contribution in founding the Whercraft. Vainglory is Ziya's daughter from her first run."


Re: Sacharrine Saturated Nightmare (Talena, and T'rifoshe)

Ren
 

"Kind of brilliant... Maybe I should write Igen and suggest that to the Candidatemaster." Talena's tone was thoughtful. "So... T'rif you said? Since I only got a little glimpse of how Candidates are, maybe you could give me a better idea?"


Re: Come, Be my Muse (ATTN Erena/Kassia)

Jessica Freise
 

Leaning back, Erena stretched. She'd been writing longer than she'd thought, she realized. Aware of a touch of heat in her cheeks, she nudged the papers towards Kassia.

"Would you like to see?"

On Apr 4, 2020, at 11:18 AM, sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:

Kassia nodded. "Hope is a good thing even if things don't come to pass the way you imagine. Keep hoping and you'll do well."


Re: Come, Be my Muse (ATTN Kassia/Aster)

Jerzy Tobin
 

"I sketch and paint myself," Kassia said. "I obviously don't get much time for it myself, either, but it's a good way to relax. What is your favorite thing to work on?"
"I imagine you have even less time than me," Aster said with a smile.
"But yes, its definitely good to have something to help relax. I'm
partial to making carvings myself, or adding decoration to things like
furniture, making plain things fancier."


--
"Life is NOT a journey to the grave with the goal of arriving safely
in a prettily preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways in a
shower of gravel and party shards, thoroughly used, utterly exhausted,
and loudly proclaiming: "F*** ME, that Rocked!!" -unknown

Whizzy: Jerzy
Aim: Yue146


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

sailyn2
 

"Oh Shards!" Kassia whirled. This was going to go bad fast. "NOT FOOD!"


Brogan paused mid-movement, startled more by the yelling than anything else. The claws hadn't hurt so much as surprised him, but the movement had attracted his attention.

Kassia went around as Foreth lowered her massive head among the throng to peer a large eye at the tiny creature.

"Not food for you either," Kassia said firmly as she grabbed the beautiful if strangely colored kitten. "Why aren't you beautiful."


Re: Sacharrine Saturated Nightmare (Talena, and T'rifoshe)

sailyn2
 

"The Candidates are no means perfect," T'rif admitted. "And standards can seem different between different Weyrs. It can take some getting used to." He shrugged."Allowing them to work in crafts does set them up for the future if they don't Impress, yes. And it can sometimes be helpful in times of need."