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. 

--

Nutmeg on the Wizzy.

Florcott on AIM.

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

The Fall had been exhausting, like every other Fall.  Unlike every
other Fall he'd flown so far, ferrying firestone stacks to the Wings
above, this one had had Lanceth pulling off a fantastic twisting dive,
catching a clump that had slipped through before it could fall into
the path of another Weyrling!  L'eo could still feel the strain from
it in his own legs and back, and he was definitely going to give his
blue some pampering after everything was settled and taken care of.
The pair landed heavily in the Weyr Bowl with the rest of the Weyrling
Wing, waiting with those who hadn't sustained any injuries for any
further instructions before being dismissed.

--
"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

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.

--

Nutmeg on the Wizzy.

Florcott on AIM.

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

--

Nutmeg on the Wizzy.

Florcott on AIM.

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

--

Nutmeg on the Wizzy.

Florcott on AIM.

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

--

Nutmeg on the Wizzy.

Florcott on AIM.

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

--

Nutmeg on the Wizzy.

Florcott on AIM.

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

--

Nutmeg on the Wizzy.

Florcott on AIM.

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

Z'go listened and nodded as Cremsden explained the medine and how to use it.  Numbweed seemed simple enough but the brownrider was wary of the pills, as he'd heard of more than one person becoming addicted to them if they weren't careful enough.  It would've probably bothered the medic to know, but Z'go was already deciding that he would try them once and if they didnt sit well he'd probably try to slather up the numbweed until he felt better.  "Thanks, Cremsden," he replied, taking the medicine in one hand.  "Knew I could count on you, even if you do lose more than you win in dragonpoker."  The brownrider winked and clapped the man, who probably won much more than Z'go gave him credit for, in gratitude.  "Four days then.  Try to put a muzzle on those apprentices of yours by then."

- Z'go

R'bor nodded as she offered him a seat and slid into it.  It still felt the same as the last time he'd sat in it.  "Thank you, ma'am" he said as he positioned himself, remembering his manners in front of whom may very well be his next superior soon.  Either that or he had still not shaken off the habit from when he'd been a candidate not too many turns ago.

"I feel that aiding candidates prepare for impression will not only sharpen my own skills but provide valuable insight in my continuing career as a dragonrider," R'bor explained as soon as he was ready.  He looked directly at the Candidatemaster as he spoke to her.  He'd expected her would be asked something similar so he'd done his best to come prepared with an answer.  

- R'bor

The task seemed daunting and Aru felt a prickling tension between her shoulder blades, as if an enormous weight had been put on her.  She wanted to flee but she wasn't a coward, and that emboldened her, turning her expression dead serious as she listened to Cremsden, nodding her head as he made each point.  There was no doubt in her mind that she would do this, and the next time he quizzed her she would make him proud, "Yes, sir.  I'll practice every chance I get! In which area do you recommend I start?"

- Aruithil

Temporarily thrown off by the sight of an actual queen firelizard, Telani paused before getting herself back together. "Ah, right. Mostly it's just trying not to scream at these kids. I'm used to my own candidates who also know me and what I expect. It would be entirely unfair if I disciplined these youngsters for not immediately knowing me and what I want. I'm still learning how rough I can be with them."

"Whether I should have touched it or not, you should not have assaulted me. Weyrwoman or not. Nor accused me of being a Thief." Kassia shook her head. "There are better ways to handle this." She nodded at Nayari. "I believe that losing all privileges for two sevendays while performing drudge duties will give you plenty of time to consider alternative ways you could have handled this. At the end you can write me a paper describing these options. You'd better hope I'm satisfied."