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Re: The Art of Dragonhealing (Ambrelli/Yiyu)

Jessica Freise
 

Gladly, she reached out a hand. The hide was warm and soft, but felt so delicate, around the wings. She scratched here and there for a long moment before she answered the Journeywomann's question: "I have a. real interest in healing them. Learning how they work and helping them through the best and the worst life has to offer."

On Apr 5, 2020, at 8:08 AM, TrueTricia <tricia.nicewicz@...> wrote:

"Well Yiyu, are you just assigned here, or do you have a true interest in dragonhealing?" Ambrelli asked as she went to a cupboard to get the girl an apron.  She returned just as Merck was reaching the girl.

"He wants you to pet him.  He's a glutton for attention."  The flit turned his head back to his human before looking back at the girl and chirping encouragement and agreement.  


Re: The Art of Dragonhealing (Ambrelli/Yiyu)

TrueTricia
 

"Well Yiyu, are you just assigned here, or do you have a true interest in dragonhealing?" Ambrelli asked as she went to a cupboard to get the girl an apron.  She returned just as Merck was reaching the girl.

"He wants you to pet him.  He's a glutton for attention."  The flit turned his head back to his human before looking back at the girl and chirping encouragement and agreement.  


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

Nutmeg
 

That was probably as close to a return apology as she was going to get. Even Ysolde wasn't so stupid... or stubborn as to realise she was being thrown something of a lifeline here. Even if she felt that Kassia was being a tad melodramatic. Attack? It wasn't as though she had come after the woman with knives. The rebellious little thought was rapidly squashed when the Goldrider's wher was mentioned. In the heat of the moment, she had entirely forgotten the bronze wher that the Weyrwoman was so well known for. And even the best trained animal can be unpredictable where their protective instincts lay. Ysolde swallowed audibly, a good chunk of the petulance leaving her features as the gravity of the missing wher sunk in a lot harder than the conequences of giving someone a push had done. Once, up in the North, she had seen a would be runner thief lose the best part of one of his legs to the occupant watch-wher and that had been one of the far wilder cousins that spent its life on a chain.

"My Da has nicer things," she mumbled eventually, her tone now considerably more acquiescent. "Things far more befitting a Goldrider than my silly trinkets. I'm sure if you were to visit, he'd be delighted to let you look over his completed wares." And no doubt let the woman have her pick of whatever she liked if it meant his daughter wasn't considered public enemy number one. Already she could see the look he would give her and it wouldn't be angry, it would be that sad disappointment and it hit her in her chest like a rock and the sudden urge to cry made her lip tremble perilously. She had let her father down, after all her promises that she would be on her best behaviour. And here she'd acted like some... some.. tearaway brat who didn't know better. Fury was fast fading into a deep seated shame and turning into a different sort of anger. She was angry at herself. Here she was, dreaming about being someone like Goldrider Delysia and she couldn't even keep her temper in check. She was angry that she had been such... such... a child!

On Sun, Apr 5, 2020 at 1:35 PM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:

Kassia nodded, at least appreciating the response though she could see that the girl didn't actually mean it through her fury.

 

"Perhaps I shouldn't have picked up your piece," she allowed. "Maybe another time I can come back and have a better look with your express permission, but in the meantime you must learn that you can't react the way you did. Attacking people is expressly forbidden short of defending people in this Weyr. We are being incredibly lenient, though I doubt you believe us. If I'd had my wher with me nearby somewhere, you might have suffered far worse. Learn to control that temper if you want to become a potential rider. Do you understand?"



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Re: In Need of a Bit of Healing (Ambrelli/Z'go)

TrueTricia
 

Ambrelli's gaze was fully engaged on the dragon in front of her, she considered it rude not to give them her full attention, until Z'go spoke again.  She spared a glance back in his direction.  Her blue eyes looked him up and down, then for a moment, flickered to the interior of the room, taking in the contrast between the disheveled rider and the impeccable weyr.  Interesting.  Hers was nearly the opposite.  To look at Ambrelli, everything about her was purposeful, from her hair, to the tunic she wore, to her jewelry.  Everything was exactly in place.  It was her costume, her armor, and it had to be perfect.  Like a guard whittling his blade, Ambrelli crafted her appearance every morning.  But her weyr... her weyr was her sanctuary, and if this Z'go could have seen it, he'd have been as shocked as she was at the appearance of his.  

"Glad to see you did that before the wine."  It came out harsh, and she closed her eyes briefly.  Faranth, her patience today was running thin, but it wasn't his fault she reminded herself.  "You've treated Threadscore before?" she asked him directly.  Before he could answer, she turned her attention back to the dragon, her satchel being set on the floor.  She placed her hands on Gamyth and began running them over the dragon's hide carefully.  She closed her eyes as she did this.  It helped to not be fooled by your eyes, to let the hide and muscle tell its own story.  She'd learned this long ago, and even with her eyes closed, she knew she was close to the Threadscoring long before her fingers got close.  She took a piece of chalk from a pouch at her waist and marked the spot on Gamyth.  It was quite a bit off from the Scoring itself.

"This is how far away the Scoring is affecting your muscles, pulling at your hide.  Many times, people just want to treat the burns.  But the damage goes beyond what the eye can see.  I'll be treating you for all of this," she motioned to the the brown's leg.  Otherwise, there's a risk for longer damage, however slight, long after the Scoring itself heals."  She turned back to Z'go. 

"Any questions before I proceed?"


Re: I'm Not Pregant Party atten: Sarati/any

sailyn2
 

Sarati looked at her friends and at the new people gathered around. "Don't tell my husband that I'm so excited," she said, though she was still grinning. She hadn't been as open with him how much she didn't want to have children. At least not yet. She turned to Kika. "You're welcome. Drink up. No m'lady's here. I'm just a dragonrider here. What's your name? You a beastcrafter of some sort? Nice to meet you."


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

sailyn2
 

Kassia nodded, at least appreciating the response though she could see that the girl didn't actually mean it through her fury.

 

"Perhaps I shouldn't have picked up your piece," she allowed. "Maybe another time I can come back and have a better look with your express permission, but in the meantime you must learn that you can't react the way you did. Attacking people is expressly forbidden short of defending people in this Weyr. We are being incredibly lenient, though I doubt you believe us. If I'd had my wher with me nearby somewhere, you might have suffered far worse. Learn to control that temper if you want to become a potential rider. Do you understand?"


Re: I Still Can't Belive You're a Mother atten: Shalia/Sarati

sailyn2
 

Kabelth grumbled at having to be more of a messenger (taking after her grandmother), but passed back the messenge quick enough. ((The Dining Hall is fine. Mine will be there soon.))

 

While Sarati headed to the Dining Hall, she headed to lake to find a spot in the sun. She spotted a Foreth sunning in her favorite spot. For some reason she'd always been tolerated better by the Queen than most, so long as she was quiet and settled next to the gigantic Queen, the contrast between biggest dragon in the world and one of the smallest quite the sight.


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

sailyn2
 

She snorted. "Of course not. Go ahead. Apologies to your bronze if Foreth is being a brat to him. She's...not the nicest of golds."


Re: Rise and Shine (ATTN Diagir, Larenne)

Jessica Freise
 

"Your brown has never chased?" she asked, turning a little to receive the warmth of the rising sun, but still making eye contact with him.

On Apr 4, 2020, at 8:54 PM, Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:

"It depends on which side you're on. Since you have a blue, of course you'd be a chaser. Chasing fills you with incredible power and makes you feel invincible. You feel like a strong hunter, though it's not as powerful and all-consuming as a dragonflight. It's still stronger than a firelizard flight, which just gets one hot and bothered at times." Diagir tried to keep his words civil and appropriate while still telling the truth. "As the female, it's entirely different. I only know from a gold's perspective, but then it's like you rule the world, you can run forever and ever and no one can stop you. It's... incredible, actually."


Re: The Art of Dragonhealing (Ambrelli/Yiyu)

Jessica Freise
 

"Yiyu," she supplied quickly. She switched her gaze between the Dragonhealer and the creamy brown flit. Her lips quirked up in a warm smile as she watched him come forward, though inside she wondered just what he was up to.

On Apr 4, 2020, at 8:59 PM, TrueTricia <tricia.nicewicz@...> wrote:

Ambrelli motioned to the girl.  "Come on in.  I won't bite," she wondered if the girl was put off because of who she was, or the girl was just shy to start with.  "What's your name, girl?"

She motioned to the bench off to the side of the table.  "Go on and have a seat."  The brown chirped at Ambrelli and she nodded.  The flit hopped down to the table and walked towards the girl, tilting his head at her.  


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

Nutmeg
 

"Mendl!" Dyha recognised the other Healer and she was given a rare smile. Dytha was genuinely pleased to see her. She'd come to realise just how insulated she had been as a Weyrling. Sure, they had been granted more freedom as they approached their graduation but for the most part, they just seemed to stick with each other. And that was more than a little awkward when a good percentage of your classmates were either avidly talking about their new roles or were still so young they wouldn't be leaving the Weyrling Wing any time soon. She laughed heartily at Mendl's quip. "There's a surprise. Fancy themselves to be these incredible Healers and faint at the first sight of ichor. Bunch of wherryheads." She began to set off towards the back, pausing to shout over her shoulder. "I've not got a huge amount of time but send me your shift schedule - when you're about for it, lets go and get some lunch or something." It was a rare invitation, rarer still for Dytha to offer one so freely. Maybe she could make some of her old acquaintances into something more resembling a friend.

She headed through the Infirmary, approaching the section that Mendl had been referring to. She didn't go directly in, instead calling out. "Master Larsin? Are you free to speak?"

On Sat, Apr 4, 2020 at 9:12 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
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: A little too far ( Ysolde / Desille )

Rogue Kakashi
 

Doryth seemed to be just as taken aback with finding a girl as the girl had with finding a dragon.  Her comment confused the blue, who quickly replied to her, {{ If I wasn't, then why I am I here?  }}

Desille heard Doryth speaking to somebody and her nerves grew only worse.  She blitzed into the craft halls, turning familiar tunnels until she came upon exactly what she was looking for, "Doryth!" she exclaimed, nearly out of breath.  "You big blue lump!   You're not supposed to be in here!"

{{ But!  I am!  I know, I can feel it, it's soooooo close,}}  he began sniffing the air, first up hear the ceiling and then down towards teh floor, then the girl's feet, her legs.  Something about her drew him, {{ Who are you!?  }}

"I'm sorry, he's never acted like this before!" Desille called out from the other side of Doryth.


- Desille and Doryth


Re: Am I A Joke To You?! Att: R'tal

Laura Walker
 

R'tal wasn't Weyrleader any more, not even WeyrSecond, and he was heartily grateful for that fact. Not having to have his eyes on the entirety of the Weyr when it rose to fight Fall made his life a lot easier. 

Still, when someone executed something impressive right in front of him it was difficult not to notice. He wasn't blind after all, and it would be petty to deny a compliment to a youngster just because it didn't have the weight of rank behind it.

"Hey, hey you," he called, jogging up to the kid who was still masked in his Fall gear. "That was some move you managed there."

On Fri, Apr 3, 2020 at 7:10 PM Jerzy Tobin <jerzytobin@...> wrote:
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





--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


Re: In Need of a Bit of Healing (Ambrelli/Z'go)

Rogue Kakashi
 

Z'go was not impressed by the woman's attitude, even if he could understand it to a certain degree.  He let out quick grunt in response and rolled his eyes as he closed the door after her.  Although the rider wasn't in the best state, one could not say the same for his weyr; it was impeccable and well decorated, taking advantage of the space he had as well as he could.  Gamyth was laying on his stone couch near the ledge from where the two-tones brown could watch the going ons of the weyrbowl.  The brownrider let her go after the dragon as he headed over to his bed and pulled on a fresh tunic.

By the time he returned to the dragonhealer and Gamyth she was just about finishing her introduction.  The brown had turned his massive head towards her, clearly understanding that he was being spoken to.  His voice filled Z'go's head, "He says that you have his permission."  Z'go leaned in the wall, crossing his arms to watch.  "The score is right there on the back leg.  I put some numbweed on it earlier."

The singe on the brown's leg wasn't too severe, at least at first glance.  A follicle of thread had swiped past him just as they went between, causing a superficial burn over  Gamyth's hide.  It was very itchy and whole area felt tight.

- Z'go and Gamyth


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

Nutmeg
 

Tyne covered the hand on her arm with her own, much smaller one, her slim fingers threading easily through his own and she smiled up at him - a warm, genuine smile that made her often so dark and sad eyes sparkle brightly. "I knew you'd understand." I was so hard to put it into words that someone could follow because it was so hard to understand in her own mind as well. How did you put into words something that every core of your being said was wrong and unnatural so that someone else could make sense of it? She rested her head against his arm for a moment, enjoying the warmth coming through his sleeve. 

The moment was disrupted by the head of tiny blue sticking his head out of the blanket with a loud and bewildered squawk. The others followed suit and started shouting angrily for the reason for their disruption. "Oh hush, shush now babies," Tyne cooed, pulling her hand away to lean into the basket. Bobbin contributed too, leaning in and warbling at the shouting hatchlings. They were safe and could go back to sleep, sleep was good, they needed lots of sleep. Safety and comfort and the need to sleep was the overarching emotions being pushed at the disturbed firelizards and several of them quietened, watching their observers with whirling eyes. "Not all, I have named some!" Tyne pointed at a brown who was watching them suspiciously. "Like him, he's Chief. He listens a lot, especially to Cairn. I think he's going to be the Wingsecond." She held up the tiny green who was still clinging to her free hand, the green squealed and chirruped and Tyne nuzzled her fondly, the green butting against her chin with her own tiny head. "And this is Zeeti. She's an absolute sweetheart. I can tell she's going to be a cuddlebug."

On Sat, Apr 4, 2020 at 9:08 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
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: Tail-Bone of a Person ( Cremsden / Z'go )

Laura Walker
 

"Aye? You tell your brown lad out there to muzzle you before you head back in and I'll think about it," Cremsden said lightly. "Your Wingleader has any questions, send him to me. He won't be the first and we're good at not answering questions in here."


On Sun, Apr 5, 2020 at 4:42 AM Rogue Kakashi <snail.on.speed@...> wrote:
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



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Re: Walk In Applications ( Nayari / R'bor )

Nutmeg
 

Totally not an answer that had been practised multiple times before coming to the office. "Might I offer you something to drink?" she asked politely, taking a drawn out moment to visually inspect R'bor. He held himself well but then again, most Bronzeriders did. "So, what do you see yourself doing in ten turns time?" It wasn't trick question. She had noticed only too quickly that his response had contained something very important - it had been all about how it would help further his own career.


On Sat, Apr 4, 2020 at 10:00 AM Rogue Kakashi <snail.on.speed@...> wrote:
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



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Re: A Senior Request (Cremsden/Aruithil)

Laura Walker
 

"Eh, I'll do you some lists," Cremsden promised. "Come and get them end of today, I'd try and learn two a sevenday - but remember you're not doing yourself any good if you remember them *just* for the sevenday. You need to make sure they stick." 

He studied her expression, and gave her a sympathetic grin. "Look, remember we've all -- " he gestured as though to take in the whole Infirmary "-- had to do this. It sounds terrifying, but we all get through it. You ask any of the Journeymen or Senior Apprentices to check you on them and they'll all remember just the same."

On Sun, Apr 5, 2020 at 10:05 AM Rogue Kakashi <snail.on.speed@...> wrote:
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



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Re: Sacharrine Saturated Nightmare (Talena, and CM Nayari)

Nutmeg
 

"Whilst I do not approve of, nor permit heavy handed teaching, I have no issue with a zero tolerance approach. This isn't a holiday, this is where we have to weed out the wheat from the chaff and ensure that the Candidates who go out on those Hatching Sands are as ready as they can be and most importantly, are fully aware of and ready to accept the responsibility of being a Rider if their lifemate so happens to be out there on those sands." 

Stepping more fully into the room, Nayari took a step closer, gesturing to the empty chair in silent request of being allowed to join Talena. "End of the day, it doesn't matter that they do not know you. You wear the knots that say that in the classrom, you are in charge and my Candidate should know well enough by know to understand what that means. I do not tolerate rudeness or insubordination in classrooms. Being here is a privilege and most importantly, an opportunity to obtain an education and understanding of the way the Weyr works. Even if they do not find themselves feeling that Candidacy is suited to them, we can send them back out into the world with basic education and in most cases, a basic Craft application that they can turn their hand to and I do not begrudge anyone who makes that decision."

On Fri, Apr 3, 2020 at 3:54 PM Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:
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."



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

Nutmeg
 

Ysolde opened her mouth to protest but Nayari got there first. "Whatever arguments you might be formulating you can close your mouth again, Ysolde. You're fortunate, no, you're extremely lucky that the Weyrwoman hasn't forbidden you from standing at this clutch, no..." Nayari held up a warning finger as Ysolde opened her mouth again. "... You're letting yourself down Ysolde. And you should be ashamed of yourself. You, who normally prides yourself on such good manners is currently showing an astounding lack of them."

Ysolde kept her mouth shut, but inside she was trembling with fury. Maybe when she had calmed down a little she would admit that she had been a little hasty in her reaction but not yet. Right now she was two steps and a sneeze from doing or saying something that would get her into even more trouble. But it just seemed so biased and more than a little unfair.

"... Furthermore," Nayari continued, "... as well as the Weyrwoman's expectations, during these two sevenday day you have also lost your crafting privileges. I will be sending a letter to your father informing him of your behaviour and during this time, you will instead be assisting myself. You will present to my office instead of doing your Craft. And you will be writing a formal apology to the Weyrwoman." Nayari's face was thunder and if Ysolde was still considering arguing, she thought better of it, biting her lip so hard that she could taste the metallic tang of blood filling her mouth.

"Yes, Candidatemaster." she managed between gritted teeth. Her eyes sparkled with bright, furious tears. And what would her father say, oh, but he would be so disappointed in her. That her Craft would be taken away as well, her chance at solitude was almost too much to bear. And for what? A rude person who couldn't keep their hands to themselves but just so happened to have the right knots on their shoulder. Oh., she could see how this worked. It didn't matter that Kassia had been, in her mind, rude and extremely presumptuous to pick something up that she knew wasn't hers and knew she hadn't been given permission for. No, that was perfectly fine. Or so, that was how Ysolde interpreted it.

Her face was tight, jaw clenched and eyes blinking furiously to keep the treacherous tears under control. She could feel a petulant response clawing its way up her throat and she swallowed hard, determined to refuse it escape. She straightened herself up, correcting her posture with her shoulders back, head held up high. Oh, but how she wished she could excuse herself to her cot but as they were standing right by it, the exit wouldn't be nearly as dramatic as she wanted. "I welcome any reprimand that you and the Weyrwoman see fit." Her voice was clenched and clipped, working furiously to be kept under control.

On Sun, Apr 5, 2020 at 12:27 AM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:
"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."



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