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Re: Alyx, are we okay, are we okay, Alyx? (ATTN: ...Alyx!)

Jenna Cunningham
 

Asheran had never really stopped to consider what Impression might do to his somewhat reserved sex life. Bare-assed drunken bush sex aside, or flight-drugged lusting, he liked his love-making to happen behind closed doors, with the woman he cared for deeply, and with no outside parties looking in. The flits didn't count - they could be sent on errands, or asleep, and his green Felix never seemed to really notice what her owner was doing anyway, unless she was hungry and he was doing anything other than immediately feeding her.

But the idea that someone - in this case, he looked down at the brown wher pup with his head resting on his knee - might be staring at him, watching him perform, offering a running commentary, well, that kept him very well behaved even with Alyx in his lap.

"...so tell me what it's like," he asked instead, genuinely curious now that his head had been yanked up out of the gutter. "Impression, but also - what your days have been like, what you're training to do, everything." And, idly, he cupped the side of her face, not above a little public tenderness.


Re: Revelations (ATTN: T'rif/Trifali)

sailyn2
 

T'rif smiled. "That's very much the case," he said. "And if you ever need me, I'm here. I'd like you to meet the rest of the family. And also to get to know people within the program. Any questions, I'm glad to answer. How about we arrange an evening to get to know each other better. And I can also see about getting you to meet some of your kin."


Re: Revelations (ATTN: T'rif/Trifali)

Jessica Freise
 

"Anything you want to do right is a lifetime commitment," Fali retorted, chin coming up in a stubborn gesture. "I intend to stand, and for as long as I am eligible, but I'll make use of myself around here as well. From the sounds of it, there's a lot of new people to meet and get to know. Including....you."

On May 14, 2020, at 6:33 PM, sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:

"Very outmoded thinking," T'rif agreed. "Like I said, we don't tend to encourage the idea of any one color, including gold-only Candidates, though we don't ban then outright. And I know this is basic, but you understand that being a rider is a lifetime commitment? You'd be surprised how many come in here never really having considered that before."


Re: Revelations (ATTN: T'rif/Trifali)

sailyn2
 

"Very outmoded thinking," T'rif agreed. "Like I said, we don't tend to encourage the idea of any one color, including gold-only Candidates, though we don't ban then outright. And I know this is basic, but you understand that being a rider is a lifetime commitment? You'd be surprised how many come in here never really having considered that before."


Re: Revelations (ATTN: T'rif/Trifali)

Jessica Freise
 

She listened to his lengthy explanation, eyes wide. A couple times she couldn't resist looking surprised at his expense. Clearing her throat as he finished, she was forced to comment, "I haven't really considered color. The shear fact that I *might* Impress was a bit overwhelming. Satali always said riders were perverts at best, and while I rarely believe the things she said, it was rather understood that women should be on golds and men on the rest. Outmoded thinking, of course, but if her diary is true to form, she took on that mmantel after her rejection as a Candidate."



On May 14, 2020, at 6:02 PM, sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:

T'rif blinked. "Well, that's...not quite what I meant," he said. "I really honestly don't care whether you like men or women beyond the fact that you understand that as part of being a dragonrider you are very likely to end up in flights with both and need to be okay with that. While sexual orientation seems to have some linkage to who you're more likely to Impress, it's not a guarantee. Plenty of women who prefer men end up on blues and there are bronzeriders who like men. One of our Weyrleaders is a brownrider who has a male weyrmate. And the Weyrwoman has previously had a female weyrmate which I mention mostly because the fact that she liked women and then Impressed Foreth caused her to have Impression Anxiety Syndrome."

He smiled at her. "Anyway, it was a bit of a trick question, because we don't encourage out Candidates to hold on tight to the idea of Impressing any one color, which the Weyrwoman's situation just demonstrates. If you Stand you an Impress any color your gender can Impress and you should be open to that."


Re: Revelations (ATTN: T'rif/Trifali)

sailyn2
 

T'rif blinked. "Well, that's...not quite what I meant," he said. "I really honestly don't care whether you like men or women beyond the fact that you understand that as part of being a dragonrider you are very likely to end up in flights with both and need to be okay with that. While sexual orientation seems to have some linkage to who you're more likely to Impress, it's not a guarantee. Plenty of women who prefer men end up on blues and there are bronzeriders who like men. One of our Weyrleaders is a brownrider who has a male weyrmate. And the Weyrwoman has previously had a female weyrmate which I mention mostly because the fact that she liked women and then Impressed Foreth caused her to have Impression Anxiety Syndrome."

He smiled at her. "Anyway, it was a bit of a trick question, because we don't encourage out Candidates to hold on tight to the idea of Impressing any one color, which the Weyrwoman's situation just demonstrates. If you Stand you an Impress any color your gender can Impress and you should be open to that."


Re: Revelations (ATTN: T'rif/Trifali)

Jessica Freise
 

"I'm heterosexual, what does that tel you?"

On May 14, 2020, at 5:29 PM, sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:

"That's fine," T'rif said. "We're here to teach and you have plenty of time before the next Hatching. We take plenty of Candidates who are completely new to the program. Do you know if you have a color preference?"


Re: Revelations (ATTN: T'rif/Trifali)

sailyn2
 

"That's fine," T'rif said. "We're here to teach and you have plenty of time before the next Hatching. We take plenty of Candidates who are completely new to the program. Do you know if you have a color preference?"


Re: Free! Free At Last (I'des/Sunstreath, Kassia)

sailyn2
 

"That would be nice, yes," Kassia said.
Behind her Foreth gave a strong grunt of agreement ((Give me fish.))

"Well, I don't currently have an assistant, so it's just my job you'd be taking away. So help away."


Re: Stop IT! atten: Shalia/Kassia/Foreth

Kevin M
 

Shalia had turned to leave.  She didn't want to be anywhere near Foreth, and she was still kind of peeved at Kassia for dragging her in front of her father of all the ACMs.  For doing not much more than rumors had always accused Kassia of doing herself as a Candidate... and weyrling... and rider... and sometimes Weyrwoman, though she didn't put too much stock into those particular ones.  But even so.

But she turned around; she could at least be polite with her aunt.  And just completely and utterly ignore Foreth.  "I'm doing well," she said.  "And yourself?"

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Re: Alyx, are we okay, are we okay, Alyx? (ATTN: ...Alyx!)

Alyx
 

Alyx however lacked his reservations, and leaned over giving him a gentle kiss.

"I have never seen anything that funny and cute before, that was an excellent present." Alyx told him while giving him a big hug.

She wasn't going to mess Cremmie up by going too far with things, but he wasn't phased at all. In fact Cremmie just seemed happy and relaxed at the moment. Between chasing fishes, and 'killing' the bell his prey drive was satisfied, he'd burned off energy and was now in a mood to cuddle with his 'Lyx and her bronze.
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Re: Revelations (ATTN: T'rif/Trifali)

Jessica Freise
 

"Nothing," she admitted. The words were hard won, because Fali hated to admit her own ignorance.

On May 14, 2020, at 4:48 PM, sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:

T'rif nodded and laid a hand on her shoulder. "That's fine. We can arrange for you to try out multiple crafts and such until we find the right fit," he said. "Now how much do you know about Standing and the program?"


Food Is Important (R'tal/Sh'ain)

Laura Walker
 

If you had one meeting with R’tal which didn’t go hideously badly, he probably would be quite happy to set up another.


((Mine asks if yours is free for another lunch chat,)) Talith called over to Rhyth politely, but with an edge of amusement in his voice. ((He says he actually gets to eat when he meets yours for lunch so it counts as a good use of his time.))


((Mine asks his weyr again or somewhere else,)) Rhyth responded after a moment’s consultation, amusement also tinging his voice.


((He doesn’t really care, except not in public else people keep bothering him,)) Talith said. ((And then there is no food and ‘Ren tells him off later.))


((Mine’s weyr, then,)) Rhyth responded.  Probably the least public area for either of them.  Now that Sh’ain was no longer sleeping around so much, at least.


((Excellent. About an hour?)) Talith asked. ((He asks if he can walk up with Ty.)) A couple of sevendays with R’tal doing long days in the office and Tyren was again starting to suffer from lack of exercise. A walk would do them both good.


((That will be fine, and Ty is welcome.))


It meant that it was hard to miss that they were coming. Tyren was not a wher to have a slow dignified sort of walk, and the thump-thump-thump of him bounding along the corridor was hard to miss long before R’tal knocked.


“C’mon in!” Sh’ain called.  He was busy trying to lure Half-and-Half into the bedroom, but the knock had distracted the kitten enough for Sh’ain to be able to snatch her up.  He may have trusted Brogan not to eat the kitten, but there was no way he’d trust Ty not to.


It had taken long long turns to train Tyren not to accidently flatten people by greeting them. Now he sat half-way politely at Sh’ain’s feet after bouncing in (although ‘at’ was nearly ‘on top of’ and there was still a moment where it looked like he wasn’t going to stop) but he sniffed thoughtfully at the interesting thing in his arms. ((For Ty?)) he said hopefully.


“*Not* for Ty,” R’tal said hastily. “Sorry, Sh’ain.”


Sh’ain was struggling with the squirming kitten, or rather was struggling to not get his shirt (and possibly the skin beneath) shredded by the squirming kitten.  It was less that she was afraid of the wher and more that she wanted to play with him.  He hastily put her inside the bedroom and quickly closed the door before she could escape.


“My fault, I was stupid,” he admitted ruefully.  “Should’ve gotten her contained before letting you in.”


“Well, no one got eaten so it all works out.” R’tal had taken a firm grip on Tyren’s collar just in case. “How’s it going?”


“Things are well.  Have a seat.”  The bluerider’s voice was wary though friendly; last R’tal had asked for a private meeting had been to complain about Kassia, but he couldn’t quite bring himself to ask what she’d done now.  “The food should be here shortly.  I added a bowl of meat for Ty and a pot of klah for you this time,” he added.


R’tal looked quite ridiculously cheered by this news. “I’m going to start making up reasons for meetings if you keep feeding me. At least it takes up a slot in my day where otherwise someone wouldn’t be feeding me.”


Sh’ain laughed.  “What else would you do at a lunch meeting?”  He paused to think about it.  “...That isn’t with your weyrmate,” he amended.


“Stare at them sadly and realise that while the meeting is over-running and we’re still pontificating about whether we should accept stone or bricks as tithes there is going to be no time for food before drills,” R’tal said. “I need to tell Kassia we need to start having snacks whenever the meetings are going to be ridiculously long.”


“So, whenever you have meetings, then.”  Just then a knock came at the door, and Sh’ain went to answer it, and moments later was setting down a platter of meatrolls, a couple of pitchers, and a bowl of meat down.  “Best get to the food before the pontifications start,” he said.


R’tal laughed, but it didn’t stop him actually grabbing a meatroll or two before he got comfortable. “Business then,” he said. “Shalia first. Can I keep her?”


“As an assistant?  Sure, if she wants to stay.  I would’ve figured she’d want to get back to crafting, though.”


“I asked, she’s happy enough and honestly right now I’d be struggling without her,” R’tal admitted. “Not that I couldn’t train another Candidate if you insisted, but it takes time I don’t have to get them up to speed.”


Sh’ain chuckled.  “And either way it’s a Candidate.  So yeah, keep her with my blessings.  I’m sure Nayari won’t have a problem with it.  In fact, I should probably see about getting a couple to help out N’shen and Kassia while I’m at it, now that I think of it.”  


“Just make sure you get the right one for Kass. We already agreed the wrong one would probably end up buried in the Hatching Sands.” And there was a laugh in R’tal’s voice which probably meant that the working relationship with Kassia wasn’t doing too badly right now. “And avoid any that might flirt with N’shen I think. He’s not the type to know how to deal with it.”


Sh’ain chuckled.  “At least until Foreth can between again,” he joked.  Mostly.  “Yeah, finding a good fit for Kass might be a problem.  What I should do is send all of the gold-onlies over so they can see some of the true joys of being a goldrider, but I don’t think that’d work.  And probably a bronze hopeful for N’shen?”  R’tal knew the other man better than he did.


“As long as they don’t flirt with him I don’t think he’d mind,” R’tal said. “He’s already worried about Kass scaring his weyrmate though so he probably would prefer his life wasn’t any more complicated.”


“I think that went between the moment Truenoth flew Foreth,” Sh’ain said wryly.  “But I’ll find him one that’ll hopefully make his life easier and not more difficult.”


“Also true,” R’tal conceded, and reached to pour the klah. “So. Am I imagining that she’s more not herself than usual?” It was Sh’ain so he could be blunt about it. “I don’t mind thinking we might tear each other’s heads off, that’s normal, but right now I’m more worried she might cry afterwards and that’s not.”


Sh’ain hesitated.  He normally wouldn’t talk about Kassia behind her back, but… R’tal was the Weyrleader (or one of them, at least) and sometimes Kassia’s moods could affect the whole Weyr.  “Things… have been rough since Foreth’s flight, and even moreso since the Hatching,” he admitted.  He had no way of knowing if R’tal knew whatever it was that Kassia was blaming herself for, but he wasn’t about to mention that revelation.  That could just stay between the two of them and M’gal.


R’tal nodded. “Been there,” he admitted. “She’s at the point where K’ren usually drags me off somewhere for a day or so until I settle down, but with Foreth hurt that’s hard for you guys.” He took a bite of meatroll and chewed it, considering. “Gather’s coming, mind.”


“That’ll help, I’m sure.  Nothing relaxes her like spending time in the knife shop,” he laughed.  “Hopefully my daughter’s new boss will give her some time to enjoy herself,” he added.  “I hear he can be quite the taskmaster.”


R’tal laughed. “She feels she should be excused chores just in case  I might want klah at an inconvenient moment,” he said. “Which is very considerate of her.”


Sh’ain chuckled.  “That’s my girl, always thinking of others.  Though that is two hours twice a day,” he pointed out.  “I could probably be talked into letting her out of the afternoon shift if you wanted.  Not like we don’t have plenty of other Candidates running around.”


R’tal considered, then shrugged. “She’ll be delighted, I get klah faster and Margana has someone to hold.. Whatever the baby’s name is an extra two hours,” he conceded. “Does not seem to be a down side.”


“Arden,” Sh’ain informed him, memory easily giving him the info.  “And keeping her on the mornings doesn’t make her feel like she can completely manipulate us, to boot.  Although if you find you do need her straight off, either permanently or as a one-off, just let me know.”


“I’ll shout,” R’tal promised. “Or Talith will. Whichever.” He sipped his klah, testing the strength, and nodded to himself approvingly. “Anyway, Kassia. I was teasing her about the fact that she was doing the exact same thing Sarati did when she walked into the Weyr and expected no-one to notice her. Sharding hair gives them both away a mile off.”


“It is rather distinctive,” Sh’ain agreed.  “At least Sar doesn’t have to worry about guards or a wher.”


“And if she stops trying to sharding bribe  guards, she’ll only be half as distinctive,” R’tal agreed. “Look though. I’d really rather Kass didn’t drive herself into a breakdown three sevendays after I take over, and if she needs a break she needs a break. If that weird ‘no look I’m a normal person’ game of hers helps her?” he shrugged. “I was thinking I could get her a scarf for the Gather?” From R’tal, who had been ready to walk out a month ago, this sounded very much like a peace offering.


“No, really, she didn’t!” Sh’ain laughed.  He hadn’t heard about her trying to bribe guards to let her in.  “She couldn’t possibly have thought that would actually work, could she?”

“And a scarf could help, yeah,” he agreed.  “I’m sure she’d appreciate it.”


“I get the feeling she’s done it before,” R’tal said dryly. “I told her she might as well pay the guards directly to send a firelizard straight to my desk. She was truly shocked not to pass as a random Hold woman.” He shook his head. “Maybe a scarf for her too at that. And might as well do Shalia too while I’m at it.” This was probably how fashions got started; one Weyrleader who fixated on a gift idea and went with it.


“I’m not sure Shalia even understands the concept of sneaking around,” Sh’ain said just as dryly, “but the girls might like them anyway.  Of course you’ll at this point you’ll also have to get one for Kashara and Rassia so they don’t feel left out.”


“And Margana,” R’tal said, clearly making a mental note. “Hm. You know what colour Gather dress any of them are wearing? No point me trying to let Kass blend in in a green scarf if she’s wearing an orange dress or something.”


“Which dress?  I think she has five of them planned,” Sh’ain chuckled.


“She would.” R’tal made a face. “Eh, poke around, see what she’s wearing the last night? No point me planning on shopping too early; the world will only throw an emergency my way if it thinks I’m getting cocky.”


“Isn’t that the truth?  Of course, if you plan on waiting the world will throw an emergency your way to block that, too,” Sh’ain pointed out.  “But I’ll try to find out.”


“Well, if she gets it early she can still wear it the last night,” R’tal said. “Faranth forbid though that I get confused and she has to wear the first day dress again.” Sometimes he was very grateful his weyrmate was male.


“That might be the end of Pern as we know it,” Sh’ain agreed gravely.  “She’d probably end up canceling the dance at the very least.”


“Or buying another dress to go with the scarf,” R’tal said. “That one somehow seems more likely.”


“She’d be heartbroken.  Absolutely devastated.”  Sh’ain didn’t mention that there was somebody who could probably wear the abandoned dress with no alteration, and chances were good that it would be better than whatever she was planning on wearing.


“Well, we’d better be careful then,” R’tal agreed. “Let me know if you find anything out. About the girls as well.”


“Will do.  Was there anything else?”  Sh’ain was vaguely suspicious that there hadn’t been a hint of complaining in this meeting.


“That’s about it,” R’tal said. “I could probably have asked through Talith I know, but then.. No lunch.”


Sh’ain laughed.  “Can’t have that.  But at least now you have a klah monkey to bring you food on demand!”


“Now I just have to fight for the time to eat it and we’re sorted.” R’tal pushed his chair back, snagging one last meatroll to eat on the way out. “Thanks for that. C’mon Ty.”


“Anytime,” Sh’ain responded, seeing the pair to the door.  “Have a good day… you too, Ty!”



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


Re: [Hatching Feast] Don't Stop Believin' ((Attn: Lerian, K'el))

Alyx
 

"Thanks! I picked the kitchen for my craft time. I know what it's like to..go hungry and I wanted to learn to cook so it never happened again. Besides...it tastes good!" He laughed again and snagged a face wipe from the table behind him, handing it to his friend.
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Have fun with any of my characters. Alyx, Lerian (candidates), Vayka (Healer), J'hen, D'vik, Teyra, Cotai (Riders), Rotasta (AWLM)


Re: Revelations (ATTN: T'rif/Trifali)

sailyn2
 

T'rif nodded and laid a hand on her shoulder. "That's fine. We can arrange for you to try out multiple crafts and such until we find the right fit," he said. "Now how much do you know about Standing and the program?"


Re: Stop IT! atten: Shalia/Kassia/Foreth

sailyn2
 

Kassia took the note and took it over to lay among her other papers on her desk. "Stay awhile Shalia. How are you doing?" She couldn't be yelling at Foreth if her near-daughter was there.


Re: Visiting the Fallen Sun Att: Kassia/Foreth, Lennaye

sailyn2
 

"It's all for you," Kassia said. "You have plenty of time before Foreth's clutch Hatches so there's no problem if you Impress it now." She pushed the egg forward. "Go ahead. It's supposed to Hatch pretty soon."

Right as she said that, the first crack appeared.


Re: Sorry I'm Late Att: Kassia/Andronda

sailyn2
 

"Yes, a lot of people make that mistake with the sun," Kassia said. "It'll take some getting used to, but I much prefer it over the cold." She glanced over her shoulder over at Foreth who was thankfully sleeping. "A pain in my side, but she's recovering. She'll be fully recovered eventually. Let me tell you, don't be in a rush for your gold to be full of eggs."


Re: Free! Free At Last (I'des/Sunstreath, Kassia)

Steelsilver
 

"So... get Sunstreath to get his tail down here?" I'des asked, glanced between the Weyrwoman and Foreth, gave the gold dragon a bow of sorts. 

"I like visiting with you. And if paperwork's the price of that..." The bronze rider gave a shrug. "I mean, I don't want to intrude, or anything, or take your assistant's job away... But I've been so sharding bored that anything sounds good, since I can't fly drills yet." 


Re: [Hatching Feast] Don't Stop Believin' ((Attn: Lerian, K'el))

 

K'el barked a laugh that sent crumbs flying, but he clapped a hand over his mouth before it could do happen again with the next peal of laughter. What will people think? "That I'm a huge mess!" He answered once he had finally managed to swallow, grinning like a fool. 

"Lerian, these are *really good*! I had no idea you could cook, let alone make stuff I want to eat." His hunger felt bottomless that evening, and he made quick work of the second pastry. They were fantastic! "If you were going for 'so tasty they're dangerous', I'd say you nailed it."

On Thu, May 14, 2020, 1:14 PM Alyx <scottish.wolfecary@...> wrote:
Lerian couldn't  help a laugh and teased his friend a little. "Messy messy, what're people gonna think? A bronzer talking with his mouth full?" He laughed again and offered another from the plate. New riders needed their strength.

"I made them, it's taken me months to get the trust right, but I think I managed it this time."
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