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Re: You've Made Me Lose My Lunch (F'liau, R'lian)

Steelsilver
 

"R'lian, of the lovely green Mareeth." The rider grinned, relaxed, offered a smile, even as Mareeth leaped aloft as well. "Thunder Flame Wingthird." 


On Wed, Apr 8, 2020 at 5:54 PM Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:
F'liau frowned out at Scarleoth and spoke firmly with his will. {{Enough. There are others and I will not have you get in a fight over a herdbeast. There are better ones for you anyway.}}

Scarleoth scowled at Mareeth but slunk off obediently. A few flaps had him airborne again and circling over the field again. {{As you wish...}}

Sighing and rubbing his face a bit, F'liau turned to R'lian. "Apologies..."


Re: There Are Two 3 o' clocks In A Day Attn Alyx Asheran Cremsden

Alyx
 

Normally a light sleeper, Alyx was still out cold, her hand grasped after Asheran for a second as the Warm went away, and she curled in a slightly smaller ball with a half hearted mutter and shiver. Her dreams were still formless, and she was completely undisturbed by Cremsden's voice, figuring that it was just a part of her dream. She often dreampt of being in the infirmary, so it was not surprising to hear his voice in her sleep.

The baby crying too melted into the recent past, the babies being born, which led her dream quickly into nightmare territory, finding out she was pregnant, the fear that she'd be like her mother and die in childbirth. A few moments into the dream, tears started falling down her face, clearing tracks in the sand.
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Re: We Have to Stick Together (Ay'shen/Ambrelli)

TrueTricia
 

OOC: Filling in the details as best I can since I wasn't around for after the R took everything down.

IC:
"That's got to be hard on him.  Dragons are not meant to be on their own."  She shook her head.  Dragons were not cruel on their own, but they fed off of their riders, and poor Ohselth was suffering because of that.  That was not fair...and not a situation she could heal or remedy in any way.  She took a deep swig of her wine, draining the cup and pouring herself a second.  It took her a minute to compose herself, absently playing with a brown curl as she thought about where to start.

At the beginning she guessed.

"You only knew me as a dragonhealer at Fort, but I was born here.  Loving parents, good memories.  My father was a bronzerider, and I grew up playing on Ranth.  So I didn't grow up hating bronzeriders or golds at all.  Quite the opposite.  I saw how amazing leadership could be, how great and noble my father was, how Ranth was.  Until there was a raid on Arolos and they were killed.  My mother too, dying to protect a weyrling.  They died heroes.  But they died.  After they died, I was so...angry at the world, at everything and everyone.  I railed against the injustice of it all."  She stopped for a moment, the memories flooding over her and she shuddered before taking another sip.  

"I learned about Fort, about how terrible it was up there for those who were seen as lesser, and the injustice of that was something I could understand and believe in.  My parents died protecting those who were lesser than them like a weyrling.  They gave their lives to protect others.  So I gave myself to the Resistance.  And I was so angry, and at least that gave me something, somewhere, to put that anger.  I knew someone there, and they got me into the Weyr.  I was already a dragonhealer here, so it wasn't hard to put my skills to use up there.  I learned the Fortian accent a little, so I wouldn't stick out as Arolosian at the least.  And I joined a cause that I thought was going to protect people.  That's still what I thought when I had my missions with you, that we were on the side of the heroes.  I gave so much to the cause, and gave up so much for it, because I thought I was avenging my parents and making them proud."  Another long sip of wine.  She needed it, because up until that point, she was the idealistic child playing at wooden swords.  She couldn't escape what followed.

"They didn't tell me about the Massacre.  I had become lovers with a bronzerider, one that I could get information out of that was useful.  He was decent, kind enough to me, even if he thought he owned me.  I was good at playing roles you see, I still am.  It's a hard habit to break...." another sip.  The words were coming more freely now.  "There was a dragon emergency I got called down to the Infirmary for, and I'd been there for candlemarks.  That's when the killing started."  She looked at her hands, tears streaming down her face.  "I had just spent candlemarks working on a Scored bronze, trying to save his wing so he could fly again when they killed his rider.  The panic, I could see it in his eyes before I knew what was going on.  And that sound, that keening he made as he realized what was happening.  He tried...." she was openly crying now.  "He tried to get up, to go to his rider, but he couldn't.  He broke his wing trying, like a twig snapping in the wind.  Ichor was everywhere from the wounds he inflicted on himself trying to get up; i was covered in it.  He eventually took himself between, but he would have died from his wounds even if his rider had lived.  I hear those screams.  Every night I hear them and a thousand others."  She wiped her cheeks with her sleeve, touching a small scar on her forehead.  The dragon had hit her accidentally in the process, and this was her reminder of his pain.

Another long sip and the cup was empty.  She poured more.  "After that, my job was to patch up the dragons or to keep them sedated while their riders were tortured.  I wasn't drugged or locked up like the other Healers, but I couldn't leave either.  If I refused, I would have been no better off than the healers or killed because I had been Resistance.  So I chose to work willingly, I chose to help them because it made my life easier and I got to live.  I did what I could for the dragons.  I eased their suffering as much as I was able.  I saved a few of them even.  There was still Threadfall, still scoring to be healed, even on the dragons of the worst of the torturers.  I couldn't let the dragons suffer because their humans were terrible.  I did what I thought was the best I could do then.  And because I played complacent, I could do more than I could have otherwise.  At least, that's what I tell myself when the nightmares flood over me."  She looked up at Ay'shen, anger and hatred filling her eyes, the hazel flecks in the blue fields flashing.  "I hate the Resistance with every fiber of my being.  They took what was supposed to be noble cause, what should have been a fight to protect others and turned it into something dark and twisted.  And I became something dark and twisted along with it."  She didn't wipe away the tears this time. 

"I stayed even after the Hall ransomed the other Healers back.  There were still dragons, still a need for them to be healed.  At that point, I think I stayed because I was more scared of leaving then of staying.  Eventually, some of the riders I still respected left for Igen and I went with them.  The Hall asked a lot of questions, and I lost Turns off my rank.  But they couldn't prove I'd done anything really other than stay and heal dragons.  And there were people who spoke up for me, whose dragons were alive because I was there.  That counted for something I think."  There was a weak smile, as if the last sentence was to reassure herself and not him.  "I stayed there for some Turns, stayed around the only people I knew anymore.  Until eventually I ran out of excuses."

She looked up at him again.  "And I finally came home."  


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

Ren
 

"I can understand them thinking scores are badges of merit since it means they survived, but it's a dangerous game to play," Talena's tone was serious. "If we have the consent of the injured riders, and use the ones who have been injured the most, then they may get it. Seeing dragons who can't fly anymore because of Threadscores may wake them up to reality. If they see with their own eyes what could happen to their future lifemates, it may hammer home the warnings that we give them."


Re: You've Made Me Lose My Lunch (F'liau, R'lian)

Ren
 

F'liau frowned out at Scarleoth and spoke firmly with his will. {{Enough. There are others and I will not have you get in a fight over a herdbeast. There are better ones for you anyway.}}

Scarleoth scowled at Mareeth but slunk off obediently. A few flaps had him airborne again and circling over the field again. {{As you wish...}}

Sighing and rubbing his face a bit, F'liau turned to R'lian. "Apologies..."


Re: It Followed Me Home atte: Sh'ain/Kassia

Kevin M
 

"Wine's a good start.   Go sit down, and grab us some glasses."  Sh'ain quickly did so and joined her on the couch, taking the bottle to open it.  "How was your day?"
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Re: Do you think I could be useful? (Tyne/Larsin)

Laurie
 

Larsin steepled his fingers and thought. At first, he wanted to tell her to get out of there; Dragonhealing wasn't somewhere that you just threw people into. And, with her history, he didn't want her around gravely ill or injured dragons. Who knew how that would affect her?

Then he remembered she talked to all the firelizards. And that could be helpful, even in dragonhealing. After all, even if a dragon didn't wish to speak to him, they might deign to talk to something of a similar nature. He pursed his lips.

"The fact that you have a gold is good. We get a lot of injured firelizards in here--usually because of the stupidity of their handlers, and not because they, themselves are stupid. Though I have seen a few in my time...

"Anyway, I could probably use your help with triaging firelizards that are brought in," he said, nodding. "And, while it seems demeaning, there are some that really need their nails clipped. And Sam isn't always helpful with the patients who hate their feet being worked on."

On Wed, Apr 8, 2020 at 3:08 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Still twiddling with her blouse, Tyne stepped into the office - looking too much like she was about to turn tail and run. But she didn't, instead taking a minute to settle herself on the comfortable guest chair and compose herself. Well, at least try. Fidgeting for a moment, she remembered the bag that was always over her shoulders and pulled it over her head, fumbling inside to pull out several sheets of paper that looked a little rumpled. It was clear to see that they were covered in notes, doodles and small diagrams. Clearly she had been thinking very hard about something.

"I've been trying to think of something I can do to be useful again. Not just to be... me." It came out in a rush and Tyne visible slowed herself, taking a deep breath. "I feel... completely lost. I don't have any skills I can take to a craft but..." she paused, the moment poignant and heavy. "... But I need to have purpose. I'm just... I'm floating. I don't have a Craft I can return to but even if I did.. I don't know if I would want to." She instinctively went to reach for Bobbin's tail but the gold, for once, wasn't there. Tyne had sent her to join the faire until she was done, not knowing how the Dragonhealer had felt about the presence of the creatures in his office. She had thought it was polite but now she was suddenly aching aware of just how absent the gold was. Of course, she hadn't even needed to ask. Bobbin, ever intertwined with the nuances of Tyne almost immediately appeared, diving onto the empty shoulders with practised ease and hunkering down with a series of soft, soothing croons. Just as immediately, Tyne's fingers had entwined themselves with the gold's tail.

"They said I should consider doing something with the firelizards." She finished, almost uselessly, like she wasn't sure what to say after. She was looking for a lifesaver, that was for sure. "And I want to help them. They're important...." Another pause, this time supported by a sheepish, almost guilty look. "... But I don't know where to start."

On Wed, Apr 8, 2020 at 12:25 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
"Come in, come in," Master Larsin said, getting up and opening the door himself. He'd seen Tyne around, usually with her own, and several other firelizards in tow. Even Sambert was fascinated with a human who could talk to firelizards as easily as they talked between themselves. He'd tried to show Larsin that they were filling a hole, but his pet just didn't understand the concept.

"Have a seat," he said, motioning to one of the guest chairs in his office. "What can I do for you today?"

On Sun, Apr 5, 2020 at 11:26 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
It had sat on Tyne's thoughts since her talk with Cremsden. Maybe she could do something with the firelizards. The problem was, she just didn't know what. Someone had suggested she look at Dragonhealing in general but... she wasn't sure she had the right kind of stomach for that. She wasn't even sure she would manage to be in the Infirmary too much around wounded or worse... dying dragons, the stink of ichor clogging her nostrils day in and day out. No... that might be... dangerous.

But she just felt, well, she felt more than a little lost. Now that her thoughts were beginning to settle more, she was becoming more and more acutely aware that she just didn't really have a place anymore. Myrandith had given her a different sort of purpose. A different sort of place. But now she didn't have that, well, she just didn't know who she was meant to be anymore. Something was taking root though and that was that she didn't just want to be the wild woman running through the Weyr that was talked about with hushed voices about who she HAD been. She wanted more than that now. She needed more than that now.

Shyly, she had spoken to a few different Dragonhealers who were more fascinated with her ability to talk to the firelizards than they were occupied with her being "that dragonless former Goldrider" but they had all said the same. If anyone could give her some advice, it would surely be Master Larsin. And if he was anywhere, it would be in his office. 

Someone had kindly taken her there, making small talk about the gold and bronze firelizards on her shoulders which had helped to set her at ease. They had even knocked on the door for her when they had realised that Tyne was far too nervous to do it herself. "Don't worry," the cheerful woman had said in low turns, "Master Larsin seems scary but he's really not terrible. He's one of the best for a reason and I'm sure he'll at least be able to give you some food for thought."

"Master Larsin? Are you about?" The journeywoman called at the door in a cheery tone. "There's someone here I think you'll like to speak to. A very lovely young lady who can talk to firelizards." Given that the woman was probably in her fifties. it had made Tyne giggle a little to be referred to as lovely, the jovial personality making her relax, although it didn't stop her playing nervously with the hem of her blouse.

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Re: Yes, she's meant to be this size. Yes, we've been asked before. (Dytha/Ambrelli)

TrueTricia
 

Ambrelli listened as the woman explained.  "That sounds terrible; I'm sorry.  With all the good we can do healing, it's got to be frustrating when you can't heal yourself."  Rum and running worked for her, but she doubted that would solve Dytha's problems.  Not like it was solving hers either.  "When it flares up, if you need anything, if Ponth needs anything..." she left the rest unsaid.  It wasn't that she was completely unselfish, but she didn't have many friends, any friends really, so being polite and nice to a fellow Dhealer that she was going to work with made sense.  

"Well, I of the opinion that this is the best Craft there is, but then I'm a bit biased I suppose.  Healing a dragon is the purest thing I can ever hope to do," she said, her voice a bit sad despite the happy words.  The remnants of her guilt showed through in that, not that Dytha would recognize it.  

Ambrelli's face lit up as Ponth spoke to her, a smile spreading across her face. Every time a dragon spoke to her, she was taken back to her childhood, to hearing her father's bronze in her mind for as long as she could remember.   "You honor me, Ponth.  What color are your talons normally?" she asked.  She walked over to the dark green dragon, her eyes appraising her, talking as she reviewed the dragon's physique, occasionally touching her.  "Incredible..."


Re: We Have to Stick Together (Ay'shen/Ambrelli)

Aaron
 

"I've been better," said Ay'shen with a sad smile. "But I think I'm content to wait until you're feeling courageous enough to tell me your story. Ohselth is always sad. He doesn't understand. He has a few friends, but it's not the same as before. Most of the dragons who won't talk to him don't even remember why, but... It's hard to reason with a dragon who doesn't remember why he's made up his mind."

***

"It is a long story, and one I'll need a bit more liquid courage to tell," she said, taking a big sip of the wine as if to jump start that process.  "When I saw you today... I don't know how to explain it.  I want to forget that part of my life so bad, but it haunts me," she looked around again, "as I think it does you.  And who else can understand that.  So when I saw you, I just..." she shrugged.  Now that she could talk about it, the numerous monologues in her head all seemed to vanish.

"How have you been?"  It was perhaps an odd question, given that she could see the evidence of his penance and guilt around her.  "How is Ohselth?" she asked.  She never forgot a dragon.  Riders yes, but not dragons.


Re: Following the Leader (ATTN: Yiyu/Kashara/RHYTH)

Kevin M
 

((Where are you?  Er.)) the blue paused, having confused himself slightly with the question.  ((I mean.  Where were you?  I guess?)) 
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Re: Familiar faces in strange new places. (Tyne/S'ryll)

TrueTricia
 

He chuckled.  "I thought about it, believe me!  But all it would have done was gotten me on weyr arrest or sent down here with a mark on my record before anyone knew me.  Believe me, if I thought I could get away with it..." he scrunched his nose.  "The good thing is that Vastolth and I are good at Flying, and we're good at helping leadership.  We'll get a position before too long.  It's inevitable.  I just hate the fact that I have to..." he was about to say start over again, and realized that might not be the right choice of words with her... "work our way back up."  He honestly didn't realize how arrogant and entitled that sounded, but to be fair, they were hard workers and always had been.  

He smiled when she squeezed his hand, the feeling of her fingers wrapped around his comforting to him in a way he wouldn't have expected.  "Don't hold your breath on that one," he said, as she teased about the Weyr falling in love with him.  "Vastolth things he's the Best Bronze... I know we're a long way off from being the Most Well Loved Bronzers..." 

When she suggested a hold girl's fantasy life, he laughed.  "Oh, you've caught me now.  Will you be mine Tyne and bear me many babies?" he rolled his eyes.  He liked this gentle teasing they were doing with each other.  It felt familiar, and yet it was safer than the topics of which they used to speak.  Ruling Weyrs together was probably not a long-term viable plan anymore.  "I'm not going that far, Tyne.  But I've had my fair share of dotting idiots.  I much preferred the company of intelligent women to that of the Gather maid.  But Vastolth and Flying, that always comes first.  It's not an easy thing for most women to accept."  Truth be told, he didn't give most of them the opportunity to so do, with her and Ardany, a greenrider from his past.  They were the only two women that he had known for Turns and that intimacy had been part of a friendship rather than just a flight or a roll.  But then again, she'd been gone by the time he'd stopped feeling the need to be with a woman nearly every night.  He'd spent as many of those nights with Tyne as he could, and filled the rest up in her absence.  Perhaps that's why it took her absence to make him realize the rest hadn't mattered nearly as much as he thought they had.

He rubbed his fingers against her palm, wanting to keep touching her in some way.  He wanted her to want him to be there again.  The feeling was there still regardless of her dragon's absence.  Later, it might surprise him, but his head was already spinning much too fast to notice.  "So what do you do around here for fun if not roll in the furs, make snow dragons, freeze riding leathers in the lake..." he said, listing off many of the past times and pranks that used to occur at the Reaches.


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

Laurie
 

He was getting used to these changes between child-like Tyne and adult-Tyne. He liked them both, but there were days that he wondered if adult-Tyne would be adult long enough for an adult relationship. But he wasn't going to push that. If they were going to stay in the friend zone, they would. Because she deserved someone who understood her, or at least tried to understand her.

Gently he held took her hand. "Thank you. I do enjoy our time together; probably because I never know what's going to happen." He smiled. "It's always an adventure with you."

On Wed, Apr 8, 2020 at 2:19 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
"Afraid makes sense. I'm the living breathing evidence of the very worst thing a Rider could dare to imagine - and doesn't dare to most of the time. And having someone like me pop up when least expected is like having a crawler thrown at you in the dark." It was a very solemn, albeit sensible analogy. As much as it hurt to see the fear, she understood why it was there. Even if she wished she didn't. And wished that they were looking at someone else instead.

Carefully setting the little green back into her basket-nest, the creature burrowed herself down into the blanket, cheeping delightedly at the sudden comfort and several of her faire-siblings immediately huddled close, sharing each others warmth. Absently, Tyne wondered if there would be a way to keep the basket warm but tucked the thought away - that was an idea to take home and think on.

She turned to R'zzon, her expression soft as she leaned toward him to gently sweep his hair from his eyes. "I will keep the very best for you. Because it's the least I can do for everything you have done for me."

On Wed, Apr 8, 2020 at 12:15 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
R'zzon raised his brows--only slightly, but he knew Tyne would see it. It was rare that she would talk about herself and her...status. But he'd long-since gotten over being uncomfortable around her. She used to be a rider, one who would probably have never given him a second glance (even though some women thought him glance-worthy, but the ones who she did pay attention to only wanted her for her gold. 

And the power that could bring.

But the point was moot now. And he considered himself lucky to be around her.

"You say that as if I should think you're a problem," he said softly. "I'll admit that when I first met you I was a little...afraid, I guess. But I'm glad I got to know you, and you've never been a problem in my opinion."  She was much easier to talk to than some of the self-important riders in his wing.

"Maybe," he started off almost shyly, "Maybe when Bobbin rises, she'll let me have one of her eggs?" And if by some weird chance Tyne Impressed that one too, it wouldn't be a hardship.

On Sun, Apr 5, 2020 at 10:15 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Tyne was enjoying the closeness of someone else, someone in her tiny circle that made her feel safe. "I wanted you to see them. I don't think Idri knows what to do with me now, though. But...." Her voice trailed away and she looked sheepish, almost a little guilty. "... They're talking about letting me live alone again. Be more independent." It was a massive step and part of her was convinced it couldn't possibly be a good idea whilst another part of her was positively swooning at the idea. Her own time. Her own space. Yes, she adored Idri - considering the woman family, not a minder. But she couldn't help but wish she was entirely considered a functional adult again. 

Zeeti was delighted by the attention, letting out a rumbling croon that was akin to a purr as she rubbed her head against R'zzon's fingers. The blue in question, soon to be known as "Song", one half of the mischievous pair made up by his brother, the equally naughty "Dance" had indeed settled himself back to sleep whilst another blue and two greens snuggled up closer, yawning and stretching like kittens in a basket. Cairn took a sniff and hopped away, clearly not too entirely impressed. Bobbin on the other hand, crawled into the basket and curled herself up around the tiny bodies, looking for all the world like a tiny gold dragon in the immediate aftermath of a hatching. Tyne was clearly delighted, stooping to kiss the top of Bobbin's head fondly. Fortunately, Myandith hadn't been quite so maternal with her clutches, glad to be rid of them so she could get back to her court of admirers as soon as possible and hating having been confined to the Hatching Sands instead of being on full view for all to admire. It was the difference like this that grounded her, stopping her mind trying to turn the tiny gold into a gold that... didn't exist anymore.

"I think you'd do marvellously with a little flit. Maybe an adorable little green or a reliable, chunky brown. You've got all the patience they need. I mean... if you can be patient with me, a flit would be no problem at all." She smiled sheepishly up at him, clearly unsure whether it was okay that, likely for the very first time, she had made light of the terrible situation which they had found themselves.

On Sun, Apr 5, 2020 at 2:41 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
R'zzon reached out a finger and rubbed Zeeti's head. "If I ever get a firelizard, I'd want them to be like this one. She's going to be a beauty when she grows up." He looked in the basket at the firelizards settling back down to sleep. "That blue is going to be trouble, though. If you, Cairn and Bobbin were able to get him to go back to sleep, he wasn't hungry. So he did that just to be a brat."  



On Sun, Apr 5, 2020 at 7:04 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
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: There's Got To Be a Morning After (ATTN: Shalia/Sarati)

Kevin M
 

Shalia made a face and thought dark thoughts, while inside the room Sh'ain blinked in surprise, wondering what one of his daughters could have possibly done this early to upset Kassia.  And which one, for that matter.  "I'll be right out," he called back, and was true to his word moments later.  He didn't seem very surprised to see it was Shalia, but was startled as he took in the anger Kassia was clearly radiating.  "What's going on?  Wait," he added, holding up a finger before she could start, and looked at Kassia.  "Am I yelling at my daughter or at my Candidate?"
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Re: You're willing to take me back, right? (Dytha/Larsin)

Laurie
 

Larsin began to smooth oh the past, thinly at first then a bit thicker as the thin layer dried. 

"Microscopes that are way superior than the primitive things we've been using." He pointed to the workbench, where they did a lot of studying. "As I'm sure you know, some varieties of plants that are way superior to what we had. I've got my own greenhouse in the back, since I can never trust the Healers to have enough for us, too. Some medicines that take less time to get our patients feeling better." Wingsail repaired, he looked over at her and grinned. "I had to pay a hefty price for all this knowledge, but it was worth it."

He rose and washed his hands of the gunk he'd been using. "So, is there a reason you're gracing us with your visit?"

On Wed, Apr 8, 2020 at 5:26 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Even the snapped tones were a delight on her ears. She had missed the Master, recognising a deep source of valuable knowledge that she had been determined to learn from. Plus, his mind was curious, not completely bound by "well that's just the way its been" and asked questions that made sense because they were logical pondering. He didn't have to ask twice. Briskly she stepped in, rolling up her sleeves and dunking her hands in the waiting bowl of redwort to disinfect them before she stepped carefully to the side of the green, bending down to the wher's view but at a comfortable enough distance that she wasn't in the creature's face. Dragons were one thing, as were flits. Whers were an entirely different kettle of fish.

"You're going to feel another set of hands on you, lovely. My name's Dytha. You let me know if I'm making you uncomfortable."

Standing back up, she moved back to Larsin's side. Yes, that was definitely a torn wingsail. Carefully she smoothed out the membrane, holding it flat and as straight as possible to bring the edges together as neatly as she could. "Skin paste, 'ey? What other tricks did they leave behind?"

On Wed, Apr 8, 2020 at 12:04 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
"Don't just stand out there, come in and help me with this beast," Larsin snapped, but he hid a smile as he did so. Dytha was one of the few apprentices he'd ever known who was worth talking to. And training. He hadn't been thrilled with the fact that she'd Impressed, albeit accidentally, but he also appreciated the chance to get to know at least one of the Tiny Travelers up close and personal.

"Her wingsail is torn, and she keeps ripping open the stitches. Lasinda told me she has her eyes on a certain blue, and doesn't want any other greens encroaching on her territory." Larsin affectionately rubbed the headknobs of his green wher. "If you could hold it straight, I'm going to try some of this skin-paste the SEFers showed me."

On Sun, Apr 5, 2020 at 7:24 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
"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: It's hard to be in charge atten: Kassia/M'gal

Laurie
 

M'gal led Kassie to his couch and sat. "The more fool them. I didn't even want to be a bronzerider."

{{Hey!}} Ozayith said, but they both knew he didn't really mean it.

"Weyrleader was the last thing on my mind. How about you?"

On Tue, Apr 7, 2020 at 8:49 PM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:
"You both help me in your own ways," Kassia said, leaning into him. "I don't think any of us have as much spare time as we'd like, though. There's never enough of that to go around. That's something kids never think about when they say they want to grow up to be the Weyrwoman or Weyrleader."


Re: We Have to Stick Together (Ay'shen/Ambrelli)

TrueTricia
 

It struck her that they led opposite truths.  He'd done the right thing and been punished for it; she'd done the wrong and got off easier.  She supposed it was because she wasn't a rider herself, that she had saved lives by staying, and that few knew what she had done in the Resistance.  Ay'shen had confessed and he'd paid the price for that confession.  But if anyone should be locked up between the two of them, it should be her.  And that he'd had no visitors to his weyr in all his time here was an ominous sign of what she could expect.  And walking into his weyr, seeing his self-punishment, she felt guilt wash over her all over again.  She had her own guilt, she reminded herself.  It just manifested differently than his.  She was living in her dead parents' weyr after all, so that the ghosts of their memories could remind her how much she'd failed them.  She slept on a bed, but that assumed she slept at all.  

She poured them both wine out of the skin, taking her cup and sitting down.  It was a mediocre wine, but then, she drank enough rum nowadays to ease her sorrows that her marks were hard pressed to make it to the end of the Turn without supplementation.  She took a sip first to ease his fears that she might have put anything in there.

"It is a long story, and one I'll need a bit more liquid courage to tell," she said, taking a big sip of the wine as if to jump start that process.  "When I saw you today... I don't know how to explain it.  I want to forget that part of my life so bad, but it haunts me," she looked around again, "as I think it does you.  And who else can understand that.  So when I saw you, I just..." she shrugged.  Now that she could talk about it, the numerous monologues in her head all seemed to vanish.

"How have you been?"  It was perhaps an odd question, given that she could see the evidence of his penance and guilt around her.  "How is Ohselth?" she asked.  She never forgot a dragon.  Riders yes, but not dragons.  


Re: Following the Leader (ATTN: Yiyu/Kashara/RHYTH)

sailyn2
 

((I'm stuck! I don't know where I am!)) Kashara's voice was confused as she rushed around looking for the exit and generally making everything worse. ((And there's some other girl, too.))


Re: It Followed Me Home atte: Sh'ain/Kassia

sailyn2
 

"Well...no...it's coming actually." She held up the wine bottle. "I got us started on the wine, though."


Re: There's Got To Be a Morning After (ATTN: Shalia/Sarati)

sailyn2
 

"Get out here so that you can yell at your daughter," Kassia yelled.


Re: You Need A(nother) Helper atten: R'tal/Kassia

sailyn2
 

"I've got on a lot on my mind, R'tal. Give me a break." She motioned for him to bring the klah glasses. "Bring those over here."