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Re: Reserving Her Opinionatten: Kassia/S'yrell

TrueTricia
 

S'ryll decided better than to convince her it wasn't her dagger on her hips she was interested but rather the hips themselves.  He had a greater instinct for self preservation than that, and didn't want to see the dagger buried in his hip all the same.  But as she mentioned that she paid a lot for it, he looked at the hilt, admiring its beauty...from where he was.  She paid a lot for it.  And was a Rider.  That still didn't equal gold.  She could be some Lord Holder's daughter, some spoiled child before Impressing.  

At her invitation, he stood up, holding out his hand to her.  "I would be honored."

{{Pulling out the gallantry today for sure!}}

((Better that than a knife pulled on me.))  He felt Vastolth's agreement.

"One of the fastest mounts I ever rode was uglier than a wherry's backside, but man could he move.  Pretty ponies are for pleasure riders... I prefer good form."


Re: Familiar faces in strange new places. (Tyne/S'ryll)

TrueTricia
 

He chuckled as the little green suddenly appeared, requested shirt in claw.  The bronze seemed irritated that he'd been outdone by the green, and if he was reading it right, was now sulking.  Vastolth for his part, looked up when the green reappeared, and after a moment, lifted his head slightly to follow the faire's antics above him.  

{{They could help bathe me.}}  Unfailingly, Vastolth had figured out a use for them. 

((Then you better play nice and gallant to that little green)) S'ryll chuckled to his dragon.  His dragon was for certain, the best and worst parts of him, but genuine all the same.  

As Tyne tossed him his shirt back, he put it on carelessly, not bothering to smooth any of it as she did hers.  He listened as she explained the arrangement, and while he understood it, to some degree, he didn't like it.  But making a fuss about it wasn't going to help her any, and there wasn't much he could do about it here.  It's not as if he could got to WW Wygelle of WL F'lorian and get it changed, or WW Kassia here.  He had no connections.  Except her.

"Well then you're better off than me if you got a nice weyr," he told her.  Then realized he never had answered her question as to why and how he was here.  "Vastolth and were transferred here a few days ago.  I pissed off the wrong person, go figure, and next thing I know, I've got transfer orders and two days to get here.  I swear my weyr here is smaller than a blue's back home.  Vastolth barely fits on the ledge."  It was probably an exaggeration, but it helped to paint the picture he wanted.  Normally he would say he'd lost everything, but to her, it would ring hollow; he still had Vastolth. 

"Tyne, if you need anything, anything at all, and I can give it to you, it's yours.  You will always be my weyrwoman, no matter what.  I failed you once, but I will not do it again.  I promise you this."  He took her hand, bringing her hand up to his lips and kissing it on the gloved knuckles.  It was perhaps a foolish gesture borne out of guilt and love and whispers of time past.  To have made it at all was probably naive, after all, he could be transferred again on whim, while she had more stability here.  But he made it all the same, and he meant it.  

He listened to her in amazement.  "You can hear them all?  All the flits?  Isn't that incredibly rare?  Like someone who can hear all the dragons?"  He'd met one once, a long time ago.  Having all those voices in your head had not seemed like something he'd want.  "What's it like..."


Re: Lunch With A... Friend? (atten: Kassia)

Steelsilver
 

"Sunstreath isn't really a friendly bronze." I'des admitted, sheepishly. "Not that he'd disrespect a gold or her rider, he knows better." He added hastily. "He's... proud. Likes everything just so." A short, if awkward, grin. "It made Weyrlinghood... Interesting."


On Monday, April 6, 2020, sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:
Kassia raised an eyebrow. "Was he prickly? Didn't bother me any. And if he was to Foreth, she'd deal with it. None of my business unless it gets really out of hand."



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Re: Reserving Her Opinionatten: Kassia/S'yrell

sailyn2
 

She took a nibble of cheese and shrugged. "Some women won't mind, but I wouldn't try touching their knives if they're wearing one like mine. (OOC: not sure if I had mentioned that it's a special one it looks like http://arolosweyr.co.uk/arolos.php?p=persona2/view_eggs.php&ident=Sunfire%20Shadows - the silk dagger egg part way down) I paid a lot for it and don't want it messed with."

She smiled and took another bite of cheese. "I can show you some runners today, if you'd like. There are some pretty ones out there."


Re: Old Enough to Know Better ((Attn: S'ryll / Kyrel))

TrueTricia
 

Why ever would I do that? Saere thought to himself at the boy's question.  But saying that out loud wouldn't help him wash Vastolth, and the boy presented too good an opportunity to miss. He was a brute of a kid, more muscular than Saere had been at his age, and Saere had been exceptionally fit.  But where Saere was lean, this guy had girth.  He'd probably do the work of two Candidates.  Saere also remembered skipping his own lessons, and a certain bronzerider, long dead from a Fall now, taking him under his wing.  

"Maybe.  At least you didn't lie to a bronzerider, so you've got that going for you."  What's your name?"  He waited for the kid's response before moving on.  "You already know your numbers hmm?  But apparently not your knots.  Surely this Weyr teaches that in its training as well?"  He needed to make the kid feel like he was still slacking off in some way.

{{He's going to help you bathe me?}} Vastolth asked.

((I'm working on it.))

{{Oh he will.}} Vastolth assured his rider. 

((What makes you say that?))

{{Because I'm me!  Once you show me to him, he'll help.}}

((I'll be sure to pass along the message...)) S'ryll chuckled.  


Re: Lunch With A... Friend? (atten: Kassia)

sailyn2
 

Kassia raised an eyebrow. "Was he prickly? Didn't bother me any. And if he was to Foreth, she'd deal with it. None of my business unless it gets really out of hand."


Re: Reserving Her Opinionatten: Kassia/S'yrell

TrueTricia
 

OOC: I liken it to people who live in cold climates, like Sweden or Alaska, and enjoy it.  I don't understand it, but they do exist.  

IC: S'ryll returned her smile, restraining himself.  At the Reaches, a smile like that would have been an invitation for him to touch her, maybe kiss her, depending on the rank of the person across from him.  But he knew better than that with her.  After yesterday, anyways.  The Weyr felt like vacation, the women felt like war.  

"I'll work my way back up," he said, in his usual manner, sounding a bit like Vastolth did when he made desires into facts.  He raised an eyebrow slightly, a smug grin creeping onto his face.  "Vastolth and I are very good at what we do..."  He finished his wine and the last of the food she'd passed him.  "You left out the dangerous women, Sar.  I believe that's the first time I've ever had a knife even threatened to be drawn on me without maybe me asking for it," his tone was teasing, to take any sting out of the words.  "And despite that, or perhaps because of it, I would love for you to show me the runners.  And the whers.  And the bathing pools, that I haven't found yet."


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

 

"Sounds like he got off pretty lucky," Kyrel admitted once Aru revealed her desire to abandon Z'go on a deserted island were it not for his innocent dragon. "I don't get it, I thought riders were supposed to be heroes. What would be worth kidnapping some kid?" Shaking his head while he spoke, the question could have seemes rhetorical, though he was probing gently for an answer. 

Honey-colored eyes followed Aru and her shoulder-dragon, lingering on her a moment longer than necessary. "Hm?" He a blinked, realizing she had asked a question and finally glanced toward the jar. Unable to make it out from afar, he crossed the room to stand by her side - but remained an arm's-length away, well out of the nonthreatening gold's reach. 

"Oh, is that.. seaweed?" It was clearly a guess, the smirk developing on his lips evidence of that. 


On Sun, Apr 5, 2020, 1:12 AM Rogue Kakashi <snail.on.speed@...> wrote:
"Oh, he got his due!" Aruithil continued, very much pleased that Kyrel shared her opinion.  She too could not believe that he was walking around freely but it had been three turns and if anything were to be done in that regard it would have.  "He was confined to his weyr for months, and on daily latrine duty for twice as long, and not allowed to miss a single Drill not Fall.  If he wasn't a dragonrider, I'd say exile him to some island, but it isn't his dragon's fault his rider is a total wherry brained mud eater!"

As she spoke she opened one of the drawers and pulled out a case.  She picked one of the many glass vials holding samples of different plants.  After glancing threw them for a few seconds she pulled one out, "Do you know this one?"

- Aruithil

- Aruithil


Re: Old Enough to Know Better ((Attn: S'ryll / Kyrel))

 

Kyrel did not react in the slightest to the rider's first address, assuming he was speaking to someone else - though he had heard the words loud and clear. After all, there was a beach full of random folks who he might be talking to and he was very engrossed in fitting this stupid line through these two loops in the right order. It was only once the word 'candidate' was mentioned that his attention from the book rose. 

"Uh," Kyrel squinted up at the intruder interrupting his study. Shells. Busted. He knew himself to be a terrible liar, so he didn't even make the attempt. "Probably, yeah. But--" The boy raked a hand through his dark hair, frowning as if he expected trouble to follow. "I already know my numbers. It's not like I'm missing anything. Are... you gonna tell someone?" There were worse things to be tattled-on for, but Kyrel did not look forward to a talk from the ACMs. 

On Sun, Apr 5, 2020, 5:29 AM TrueTricia <tricia.nicewicz@...> wrote:
"You there!" a voice called, a tone of command about it, but not accusatory.  At just about the same time as the call went out, a large splash hit the ocean, a flash of pale bronze hide sinking beneath the waves.

{{There are interesting creatures under here.  Bathe me, and then I must bring fish to Foreth as she demands.}}  

S'ryll's lips twitched at his bronze.  Vastolth was used to being by the side of a gold, not the only one, but there nonetheless.  The aloofness of Foreth had not seemed to bother him yet, but S'ryll was cautious in thinking that it might eventually.  The bronze didn't see this as bribery or paying favors, rather the gold's due.  But Vastolth also believed he was due as well, and when he realized that Foreth wasn't giving it to him, well then.  There might be trouble.

"Aren't you supposed to be somewhere else, Candidate?" S'ryll asked, noting the boy's attire, the book, and the knots in his hand.  His voice was more amused than accusatory.  What did he care if this kid skipped his lessons.  He was not the Candidate Master, and he wasn't about to go alerting anyone either.  But he certainly could use this to his advantage.  Vastolth was such a large bronze, and bathing him, without help, was such a chore.  Back at the Reaches, there were plenty who would help him to curry favor with a bronzerider, especially one that was a w2.  Being here, well, the giant hulk of a bronze was going to be more work than Saere had put in for quite some time.  


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

TrueTricia
 

Truth be told, it was nice to have someone flirting with her, interacting with her in a way that few here at the Weyr did.  She felt as if people avoided her; oh they were polite enough, but she didn't believe for a moment that they trusted her.  There were always rumors about her.  Perhaps not as humorous as those Z'go had made up, and she liked his version better.  And for this reason alone, her instincts screamed at her.  

At Fort, she'd learned to act deliberately in all things.  She did anything less, and she could die.  That had saved her life, but it had cost her dearly in other ways.  It had been Turns since the Resistance fell.  Turns since what had been a noble cause had turned into a horror show.  And still, she felt the habits of her old life impress upon her that flirting for flirting's sake meant nothing except he wanted something from her.  Her response should be based not on how it made her feel, but on what she could gain from it.  It was hard to turn these instincts off.  She'd lived with them for so long.  And no matter what, she didn't know Z'go or his dragon.  At least that was a logical place to start.

So when he leaned in close and spoke in her ear, she didn't know if the chills she felt were attraction or a warning.  It wasn't like Arolos had ever been safe; her parents' murders attested to that, and the WW herself wore a knife at her belt at all times.  Being wary wasn't crazy here, especially not given her past.  But it wasn't Fort either.  If it had been, she'd be playing the meek girl, submitting to him as was expected of her.  She'd never been meek though, and at least here at Arolos, she never had to play that role again.  A hundred others, but not that.  But she was working still.  She couldn't change the past, but she could ensure that her Craft, the dragons, came first.  

His breath in her ear, she turned so that she faced him.  She brought the wooden tool up between them, poking him in his chest with it and pushing him away slightly.  "Then go get them..." she said simply.  


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

Ren
 

Blushing a little, Ran'omi brushed a strand of his growing hair back behind his ears. He was glad that it was growing back from where it had fallen out and had to be cut when he was on Flight. It felt normal. J'zat hinting that he would be with Ran'omi for a flight had moths in his stomach and a giggle forming in his throat like he was a weyrling again. "She.... would like that." Swallowing, Ran'omi glanced to J'zat. "I'd like that."


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

Ren
 

"The rain is warmer here than up there. Ista's rain isn't bad at all, but even there is nothing to here." Diagir sighed with happy thoughts. "Only thing I'm not fond of about Arolos is that leathers aren't practical for the weather. It makes one have to be more careful in training whers. One wrong move and no arm."


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

Steelsilver
 

"I know Meisteth would swim after her." J'zat said, nonchalantly, not looking at Ran'omi. "If she wanted." 

He shrugged. "Suppose we can stick around."


On Monday, April 6, 2020, Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:
Ran'omi blinked in surprise, looking like he'd be smacked by a dragon tail. ".... going for.... swims... instead of flights. My egg, J'zat, that's bloody brilliant! If whers can do runs then a flightless dragon could surely do a flight. It would just be interesting to try to convince the males to swim after her." He blinked in surprise. "Oh, you don't have to leave if you don't want to. I know she'll be happy for the company, and so will I."



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Re: Lunch With A... Friend? (atten: Kassia)

Steelsilver
 

I'des let her fill her plate before he moved to fill his. "That sounds like a lot of responsibility." He answered. "And I can't say I blame you. 'Pologies, by the way. For the other day, Sunstreath being prickly." 




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Re: Bronze on Bronze (D'cul, I'des)

Steelsilver
 

"I'll think about it." I'des responded. "I don't want to be a bully, after all. Maybe I'll buy one." 


On Monday, April 6, 2020, Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:
"Yeah, you can, it's wild. You can get cheaper ones from wild-bred firelizards or ones found on the beach, or if you want to pay more you can buy ones from the Callamere Hall. I hear they're bizarrely good at guessing the colors inside the eggs. You just can't buy a gold. Maybe if you go to the Hold itself you could probably find a gold there." He looked to the two bronzes with a hum. "If you go beach-hunting, though, you could probably get Sunstreath to scare the adults away. They listen to dragons remarkably well."



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Re: Lunch With A... Friend? (atten: Kassia)

sailyn2
 

"I have a Weyr to care for now." She started filling a plate. "I don't have a choice...well, I do, but then I'd make a bad Weyrwoman and I try to be a good Weyrwoman. Not that I don't think about it sometimes." She grinned.


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

Steelsilver
 

"I enjoy the rain here much more than I did in the North." Maglor agreed. "And I was glad to have the training available for Glaurung."


On Monday, April 6, 2020, Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:
"The weather is stunning," Diagir agreed with a smile. "Even if it does have the same problems like any coastal Weyr. Typhoons, summer storms, and the like. I do love the rain, though. It's beautiful to have something fall from the sky that isn't trying to kill me. Their respect for the whers here is overwhelming to me. Only Crom up North really respected them for their work in the mines."



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Re: Lunch With A... Friend? (atten: Kassia)

Steelsilver
 

"I'm older than I was as a Weyrling." I'des answered. "Not sure about wiser though." He added, jokingly. "Sometimes I'm still tempted to fly with no hands." 




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

Ren
 

Ran'omi blinked in surprise, looking like he'd be smacked by a dragon tail. ".... going for.... swims... instead of flights. My egg, J'zat, that's bloody brilliant! If whers can do runs then a flightless dragon could surely do a flight. It would just be interesting to try to convince the males to swim after her." He blinked in surprise. "Oh, you don't have to leave if you don't want to. I know she'll be happy for the company, and so will I."


Fabric, Food and Candidates, oh my (attn: Desille, Doryth, Micaya)

Mya L. R.
 

Midday came sooner than she'd expected.  The morning tailor lessons went well, explaining more about various types of fabric, but she'd sat attentively listening.  Soaking it up as best she could.  When midday rolled around she'd been sent on her way with papers to study over the lunch hour.  She'd been cautioned to make sure she read them with enough light, as such the black haired girl strolled out to get some fresh air.  As well as some sunlight that'd been rather absent inside the room she'd been in for almost the entire morning.

She gave a cheerful chirpy-like greeting to those she walked past on her way out.  From her shoulder the brown firelizard sent them a fierce stare until they were falling behind them, he perked up as the sudden sunlight that spilled over them though.  "Does that mean you like that too, Snazzu?"  Micaya guessed, smiling as she noticed the movement, responding to it by rubbing her knuckles under his chin.  "Come on you must've heard that I need good light for studying, let's find the best patch of light!"

She glanced around intent on checking all the brightest looking spots that wouldn't take her far from the Hold.  Once she picked one she sat down on the ground, smoothing down her skirt, so she could set the papers nice and neat onto her lap.  So her eyes were trained downward onto the papers rather than anything going on in the sky.

Snazzusnaps, however, raised his head keeping an eye on everything.


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