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Re: Her First Paint (attn: Almira, M'lex)

Mya L. R.
 



On Mon, May 11, 2020 at 4:58 PM Amy Frazey <amyfrazey9@...> wrote:
It was nice to see a brinzerider be so interested in a daughter, and the look on M'lex' face made Almira glad for it. "A long time, and a lot of practice. Not that that's a bad thing. But that's a good start." She motioned at the simple figures on his face.

"Good!"  By the time Xellexne reached permanent markings she'd know better what she shouldn't paint on.  At least M'lex hoped so.  "Actually I should say if she turns out to want to be artistic then good.  How many 'brats end up following through on something they seem to like at this young?"


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Re: Checking On You atten: Tyne/Kassia

Nutmeg
 

Tyne waved a hand noncommittally. "Please, I know how busy you are. I'm just grateful you were able to spare me some time. And lunch sounds wonderful. Your schedule is busier than mine so just let me know where and when."

OoC: Can wrap this up on yours if you like :)

On Fri, May 15, 2020 at 7:38 PM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:
"I'm sorry I can't spare you more time," Kassia said apologetically, "but let's meet up again soon. Maybe we can do lunch. Keep me up to date. I'm really happy with all of this. Good job."



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Re: Just a Walk atten: Kalin/Kassia

Steelsilver
 

Kalin followed, close enough at her side that he could still step in if needed, while Kalisk ambled alertly at his side. "I've been well, Weyrwoman, thank you." He responded. "Kalisk too."


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

sailyn2
 

T'rif led the way out and around to Shalia and then Rassia's cots. When neither were there he asked the first Candidate he saw and thankfully they'd recently seen Rassia so he was able to track her down.

"Rassia," he said, "this...is a new Candidate Trifali. She's also...my daughter." He looked so proud as he introduced her.

Rassia's eyes widened. From her shoulder Sable chirped at the new comer. "Oh, wow," she said and then grinned. "Well, glad to meet you. I'm Rassia." She held out her hand.


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

Steelsilver
 

((I will find you a good fish.)) Sunstreath responded. 

I'des grinned, sheepish. "Glad to help." He told her. "Besides, I like your company, and I haveta take it easy anyways."


Re: Checking On You atten: Tyne/Kassia

sailyn2
 

"I'm sorry I can't spare you more time," Kassia said apologetically, "but let's meet up again soon. Maybe we can do lunch. Keep me up to date. I'm really happy with all of this. Good job."


Re: Just a Walk atten: Kalin/Kassia

sailyn2
 

"Let's go," Kassia said as she led the way out. "How have you been, Kalin?"


Re: Target Practice Atten: L'yall/Kassia

sailyn2
 

"My goal is for every person that comes here to feel welcome and safe," Kassia said as she lined up her next shot. "Some Weyrs have not been that way and I don't ever want to be that Weyr. So long as you mean no harm to others, you're welcome here."


Re: Is That a...Wher? Atten: Kalain/Penryn

sailyn2
 

"I know," she's different." Kalain was getting used to the idea that people thought that Sleek was weird. That was okay, he loved her and he couldn't wait to see what they could do together. "We're still getting to know each other, so we'll see."


Re: You Belong to me atten: Shalia/Foreth

Kevin M
 

Shalia looked at the other woman blankly for a moment, and then down at her uniform, and then managed a laugh, though it sounded rather ragged.  "I don't think that'll work, Val, but thank you," she said.  She'd probably fit into the rider's dress, even if it might not look great; there was no way the much taller woman would fit into her fairly tight pants, and even the loose shirt would be questionable at best thanks to its length.  "Walk with me back to the Barracks, though?" she asked, a pleading note in her voice.  She knew her friend would deflect anybody they came across away with far more friendliness than she herself would be able to manage right now.
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Re: Screaming Nightmares atten: M'gal/Sh'ain

Kevin M
 

"Of course, love." Sh'ain's reply was immediate, without hesitation.  This wouldn't be the first time that he'd learned what might have been deemed sensitive information, and it probably wouldn't be the last.  He reached out, hand groping for the glow basket on his side of the bed, and opened it fully once he found it before wrapping his arm back around the goldrider.  He looked at M'gal over her head.  Whatever had happened at (or maybe after?) the Hatching had disturbed her greatly, and the pair of them hadn't been able to do anything for her more than simply being there.  Perhaps Perhaps now they could.
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Re: Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind (ATTN: Nyzara/Tyne)

Nutmeg
 

 Okay, so there was a smile. And the voice wasn't accusatory. That was something at least. Tyne fidgeted for a minute or two, an action that earned her a grumble from Bobbin and a small huff from Cairn. "It feels... almost like I shouldn't. Because of.. you know... the fact I'm not always me." The reality was, there was a piece of Tyne's Holdbred heart which was desperate for a family and yet... it felt that it was something she could never have because of the worries of what it might do, what it might trigger. "I mean, it's new so it's not like we've had serious discussions. But it makes me think... you know... about the future. About where he might want it to go. Or to have."

She didn't know if the woman was astute enough to read between the lines but even if not, it was apparent that some of the hostility was fading around Tyne, leaving something resembling an awkward, stammering teenager.

On Fri, May 15, 2020 at 6:46 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Even without the images from Flare, Nyzara heard hesitation and guilt. She offered a small smile at the ex-goldrider and then asked gently, "Why does that bother you? Having a romantic interest isn't wrong."

On May 12, 2020, at 8:36 AM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

OoC: For personal note, lets say this is set between the Earthquake and before the Goldflight. Just to give it a timeframe.

Immediately her thoughts had gone to her faire and her mouth had opened as if to name them off. Human friends, she realised that the woman was referring to. "Not many," she admitted as though loathe to do so. "I think people find me hard to be around. Especially the Riders. I don't blame them. But I think perhaps I'm... mingling better..." She was hesitant as though that wasn't quite the right word. "I went and spoke to the Candidates before the Hatching, about them sending their firelizards to me. And that was okay. Candidatemaster Nayari was especially clear about ground rules before I went in to them. And that helped. I felt I could trust her to be clear about what topics weren't going to be acceptable."

Part of her wanted to be as unhelpfully stubborn as she could. But what exactly would that achieve? "I've felt more confident about approaching people on my own. Like with the firelizard clinic - I went and spoke to Master Larsin and then he pointed me in the direction of Journeywoman Ambrelli who I have been working with." But how many people were "friends" exactly? She wasn't really much for socialising, spending a lot of her time either alone or with R'zzon. Idri of course but she was family - that was a different relationship altogether. Ah.. right. She should probably mention that.

"I do have a... romantic interest..." It came out as guiltily as a child admitting to having stolen a reserved dessert. If the gold was sharing the images, she would have shown Nyzara a deeply flushed face, the faintest of smiles and guilty eyes. As though perhaps she wasn't allowed to confess to having such a thing, or have such a thing at all.

On Tue, May 12, 2020 at 2:11 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"So it was noted in your file," Nyzara admitted. Reaching up, she stroked flare's head, considering the next move. Tyne was a complex individual who deserved all her attention and time.

"Tell me, have you many friends here?"

On May 8, 2020, at 1:44 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

Repost :)

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Date: Wed, May 6, 2020 at 3:52 PM
Subject: Re: [arolosweyr] Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind (ATTN: Nyzara/Tyne)
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"Yes, I suppose it is. I mean, you have all been saying I need to think more about how I can integrate better. And how I need to think about what I want to do if I want to stay here." Fine, she would be nice and throw this newcomer a little bit of a bone. It wasn't as though it was entirely her fault that she had been given probably the Weyr's biggest file and she was being met with blatant hostility. Tyne let herself settle just a little and the flits on either shoulder did too. Although Bobbin was still giving Flare stink-eye as if daring the young gold to try anything. 

On Wed, May 6, 2020 at 1:54 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"It's wonderful that you're doing this," came Nyzara's pleasant voice, warm with sincerity. "It's a step forward, in my opinion."

On May 3, 2020, at 5:26 AM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

Now that was interesting. She had expected there to be some questions about being so close to wounded dragons, how she had felt. Was this a build up? A buffer of some sort? "I am intrigued as to how it will be received. I suspect that there are those who will find it takes some getting used to and may find themselves on the sharp end of some lessons if they have been permitting their firelizards to act in an unruly fashion."  There was still a formality to her words, as if she were discussing the notes from a meeting. It was all deliberate of course, a careful guard around her thoughts until she knew how this Nyzara woman worked.


On Wed, Apr 29, 2020 at 10:46 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"That''s wonderful," Nyzara said quietly, her clouded gaze warm with sincerity. "Are you excited? Nervous?"

On Apr 29, 2020, at 7:37 AM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

That was a reasonable question to be fair. As much as she felt like she was a child being checked they weren't about to do something foolish or reckless, it was resignation that she knew why they had to ask.

"A remote firelizard clinic and care site. Separate from the main Infirmary. Master Larsin thinks the idea has promise and he has assisted with helping me spend time in the Infirmary during their quieter times to learn a Healer trained standard of basic injury treatment and maintenance of treatment areas such as cleaning regimes. Give my... unique talents, it would be a way for me to apply it usefully to benefit the Weyr."

On Wed, Apr 29, 2020 at 1:28 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"What sort of project?"


She had to ask, needed to know. She studied the careful expression on Tyne's face and wondered if she could breach the mask to find the woman inside.

On Apr 29, 2020, at 6:12 AM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

"I do. Ten. Well, eleven if you count Aaru, even if she's Bobbin's. But it would be inconsiderate of me to bring all of them. Hence why I only allow Bobbin and Cairn to attend." She was waiting for... ah, there it was. The same question every time. Yes, she knew they had to ask it. But it still grated a little. Even if it wasn't their fault.

"I'm well thank you. I have been keeping myself busy and have continued the advised regime of mingling with more of the Weyr's denizens. I have attended the Barracks to offer assistance with their firelizards should they Impress and I have been in consultation with the Dragonhealers regarding a new project idea."

It was all so formal, crisp and careful. As if a carefully placed and invisible shield had been placed all around her.

On Tue, Apr 28, 2020 at 1:02 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"From what I know, you have a regular fare of firelizards."

There was no reproach, no judgement. Her voice was now crisp, cool, and professional.

"I am more than aware of why you need to see us. As you are aware," she added quietly, "of why you need to see us. So what i'm going to ask shouldn't surprise you: how have you been feeling?"
On Apr 28, 2020, at 6:59 AM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

OoC: Repost!

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Date: Thu, Apr 23, 2020 at 10:22 PM
Subject: Re: [arolosweyr] Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind (ATTN: Nyzara/Tyne)
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The young gold was rewarded with a low hissing growl that came from deep in Bobbin's throat. A warning from the most senior Queen in the room that Flare needed to mind her manners. "Yes, Bobbin and Cairn." She offered no apology for their presence and the cool edge to her voice suggested that one wasn't coming either. If this newbie hadn't brushed up on her notes enough to know that she always had the pair present, well, that was on the Mindhealer. 

She shook the hand brusquely and then casually, she dropped into a seat, folding her legs neatly over one another. "So, I'm presuming you've read my file and know why I have to come and see the Mindhealers."

On Thu, Apr 23, 2020 at 10:00 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"You must be Lady Tyne," Nyzara said warmly, pushing off the desk and extending her hand. She let Tyne take it, make the first move. Beside her, Flare took in the woman and her firelizards. For a momen, the gold rose to her full height, instinct winning over purpose until Nyzara clicked her tongue repovingly at the prody queen.

"I'm Nyzara and this is Flare. I see you have some company with you."

On Apr 23, 2020, at 2:59 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

Joy of joys, it was her bi-weekly check-in with the Mindhealers. Well, she supposed that was a graduation away from daily... then every other day... then weekly. It wasn't that she didn't appreciate their work, it just... got tedious. The endless picking through her thoughts. How was she feeling. Had she had any bad days. Had she thought about hurting herself at all recently. Sigh.

At least being later on in the day she had been able to pretend the day was normal. And wasn't spending it ramping up with edgy, nervous anticipation of having to spend an candlemark getting picked at. Oh well, may as well get it over with. After knocking in the door and being called in, Tyne opened it and walked in breezily. "Good afternoon Journeywoman. I don't think we've had the pleasure."

Ah, so this was the new one she'd heard mumblings about. Nothing specific, just that there was a new body. Bobbin glowered perfunctorily at the younger gold whilst Cairn paid her no more mind than a polite greeting. Her gold and bronze always came with her whilst Chief took the rest of the faire to play with the instructions of thoroughly distracting them.


On Thu, Apr 23, 2020 at 8:03 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"Come in."

Nyzara spoke from where she leaned casually against the desk. Beside her, Flare rose to her full height and called out a warm greeting as she transfered the image of Tyne to her owner. A small smile tugged at Nyzara's lips even as she shifted her stance and considered the image of the woman, her final patient for the day.




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Re: Squeaky clean (attn Myatka, Nerenth)

Mya L. R.
 


On Fri, May 15, 2020 at 9:01 AM Amy Frazey <amyfrazey9@...> wrote:
Nerenth gave the young  boy a slow look over, {{Yes, you. My thanks, it has been days since I was completely clean.}} Zy'fen was unable to care for him. Not that Nerenth would ever complain about it. But he -needed- to be clean and oiled. Thus, the current situation.

"You're welcome!  Wow...days?  Actually I'll hurry and get the stuff first."  Myatka said and hurriedly moved off.  Buckets, brushes, soapsand and oil weren't exactly in short supply around the Weyr, so the Candidate returned with the supplies rather quickly.  "I got them!"  He held up the bucket so the brown could see it better.  "Where would you like to be cleaned first, sir brown?" 


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Re: Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be Riders (De'con/Delysia/Razelth)

Nutmeg
 

It was a little surprising to hear someone so young to be so cynical. But, it had likely come about for a reason. It was a shame to see but he certainly wasn't going to dwell on it. Sometimes things happened that tainted the way we saw the world a little. "True, when you're dead an' gone you won't care if they say your skin was green an' you ran around claimin' you had wings. But when you're alive an' able to do somethin' about it? Well now, I know I'd want to make sure that things were set right. So that the story kept on goin' the way it was meant to, not because some fanciful Harper got carried away with themselves. But then, I'm one of them saps who likes to hold ideals of truth even when no one really wants to hear it. Just because it's ugly don't mean it's not true, nor that it didn't happen. We need a bit of ugly so we can appreciate some of the good. Corny as it may be." He offered her another of his lazy, easy smiles, settling back on the seat with his arms draped over the back. "Now that you've heard an old romantic wax lyrical about truth, you can go throw up in a corner and sign me off as some delusional dreamer." There was a twinkle of mirth in his eyes, happy to poke fun at himself.


On Fri, May 15, 2020 at 3:41 AM <mglady3@...> wrote:
Delysia traded him an ironic glance. "Does the truth really matter, I wonder? Or only the popular perception of the truth." She said dryly. "When I am dead and gone, those scrolls will contain the only version of the truth there will ever be." This was a deeply cynical side of Delysia that she rarely showed anyone, even those she considered friends. But there was something about De'con that made him feel incredibly easy to talk to. Perhaps because there was no judgment in his eyes, only a gentle acceptance. Delysia would have had nothing but contempt for another's judgment. "The Weyr archives hold a collection of writing on past Weyrwomen and Weyrleaders. I suspect that some of those individual would be quite surprised at how their legacy has been portrayed."


On Wed, May 13, 2020 at 3:12 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
De'con liked to think that he had been around long enough to get to know the world a little. And anyone who paused that long and came up with an answer that simple had a story that they either didn't want to tell, or perhaps weren't ready to. And had he been someone else, maybe he would have pushed a little to see how far he could go, what information he could glean. But that wasn't his style. So instead he sat back a little, his easy smile perhaps deepening a little more as he regarded her. "I bet the Harpers just loved that for their elaborate tales of the upcoming of the now Goldrider." There was a soft tease in his eyes, not spiteful, not cruel, just... gentle. "How many versions of your life have you seen on the scrolls, each more fantastical than the last and perhaps held together with only a thread of the truth?"

On Wed, May 13, 2020 at 4:40 AM <mglady3@...> wrote:
There was a pause that only just stop short of being significant. And when the response finally came, it was just a little too casual. "Oh, it's the age old story. Young holder girl gets searched. After a while she ends up at Arolos Weyr where she surprises everyone by impressing a gold dragon." Delysia shrugged lightly. "There's not that much to it really. I'll admit, weyr life came as a bit of shock after growing up in a Hold, but I've adapted over time."

On Sat, May 9, 2020 at 7:42 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
De'con chuckled at that one. "The Weyr of Last Resorts you say? I kinda like the sound of it. Means there's space for an old crooner like me." He stretched, careful not to knock over the gitar still sitting across his lap. "I've wondered the same thing myself from time to time, y'know? You hear an awful lot being said about other places that you can't help but wonder what might be said if the shoe was on the other foot. People who sling mud th'fastest are often the ones who don't have th'cleanest faces themselves." 

He was enjoying this. Small, quiet talk. Companionable. Not raucous and overbearing. "So how did you find yourself in this place then? If I might be so bold as t'ask, or has Arolos been a home t'you all your life?"

On Wed, May 6, 2020 at 5:52 AM <mglady3@...> wrote:
Delysia was quiet for a moment. "There are worst places to find a fresh start than Arolos." She said finally, her tone matter of fact. "And you wouldn't be the first to look for that here." After all, who was she to judge anyone over their past. You can't change the past, so it was only the future that mattered - and the choices you made a long the way. "I've heard some Northerner riders call us the Weyr of Last Resorts." She mused. A light smirk danced on her lips. "I've always wondered whether those people have ever stopped to consider what that said about their Northern Weyr."

On Sun, May 3, 2020 at 4:08 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
He could see that everything she did was so careful. Cautious. Not fearful, that he could see at least, but... practised. Sometimes, De'con felt tremendous sympathy for the Goldriders and their perpetual masks, having to gauge any and all that they came across. But in this mask, there was just a hint of suggestion that he was wearing through. For someone who lived for relaxed comfort, the bronzerider liked to encourage it, as best he could, in the company he shared. He wasn't a threat to anyone. Except maybe a sandwich.

Cocking his head slightly, there was a wry smile on his face. Well, it wasn't as though she couldn't just get his transfer papers if she wanted to know and Weyrs talked anyway. "My old Wingleader figured I might be needin' a fresh start. It's been a rough few years f'me an' Ourneth. We lost a bunch o' people, includin' my mama and my daddy. An' then I took to drinkin'. I took to it a lot. Took me a good long while to clean up my act. Get back on my feet. We talked about it and I figured a fresh start needed a blank page to start it with." There was a candid honesty to his words but it was clearly a very neat little summary of the situation. An easy explanation without dragging out ugly, unnecessary details.

On Fri, May 1, 2020 at 4:56 AM <mglady3@...> wrote:
Delysia arced one graceful eyebrow at the bronzerider's antics. "Somehow I can't see you as the needs saving sort." She replied dryly, though the slight curve of her lips betrayed her amusement. "And certainly you need hope." She added on a more serious note. "Nothing has ever been attempted that didn't have at least a hope of success. But one must be practical as well." She shrugged delicately.

"So what bring a bronzerider like you to a Weyr like this?" She asked lightly, changing the subject. Perhaps she didn't feel like philosophizing any further. Or maybe it's additional conversations about the lessons taught by parents that she wished to avoid.


On Mon, Apr 27, 2020 at 2:23 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
The grin that she got back was wider, certainly but had lost none of its warmth as he let out a gasp of mock, dramatic shock, clutching his heart. "Ma'am you wound me deeply! An' here I was just thinkin' that all I needed to be doin' was pine away and wish forever. Oh... ma'am... you've saved me from a more terrible plight." Delysa got another snort of laughter, a touch of solemnity fading his smile as he shook his head. "No, wishin' does you no good at all. Trust me, I've done enough in my time. But, instead o' wishin'. I like to think it's just a little  bit o' hope. Sometimes that's what you need." 

He tossed a playful wink at the Goldrider. "An' mama would be agreein' with you sure enough. But my daddy gave me his romantic heart. So you can be blamin' him."

On Sat, Apr 25, 2020 at 11:48 PM <mglady3@...> wrote:
This earned him a faint snort. "No one has ever gotten anything merely by wishing for it." Delysia lobbed back, the light of challenge firing up her fine eyes in even in the semi dimness of the caverns. "Certainly your mama would have taught you that?" 


On Fri, Apr 17, 2020 at 6:44 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
De'con's grin widened, his face lighting up in weather beaten folds. "Careful now," he chuckled, "You'll be thinkin' I'm some sort of mama's boy next. But if you promise not tell anyone on me, I'll confess to lovin' mama dearly." There was obvious fondness in his eyes, his fingers absently plucking the occasional string on the gitar. It was comforting to see the Goldrider adjust her position to something that appeared far more relaxed and less, well, official. De'con liked to think he was good with people and enjoyed seeing others relax around him.

Delysia got a small snort of laughter at her tease and the whisper of a challenge in her smile. Oh yes, she was clever. And clever made conversation interesting and the potential to be multi-faceted. He enjoyed those sorts of conversations. The ones that could go on until the small hours of the night because a simple topic had turned into something deeper and more philosophical. "I'll make sure t'be keepin' an eye out for a shootin' star and wish all the harder," he quipped back. "An' if you asked my daddy, he would want to take all the credit for sure. He was a Brownrider. He an' my mama had been off an' on again for years. When I came along, or rather, whilst I was still brewin', they decided t'be makin' things more official. It worked well for them, though I'm sure there might be some thinkin' that a Rider an' a Crafter could never work. But they did. In fact one of my best memories isn't just the day I Impressed Ourneth. It's because I remember just how darn proud they both were. Even if mama was initially a bit worried about a dragon bein' the one to decide things for me. But she loved Ourneth all the same. An' told him off plenty times too!" De'con's voice was a soft rumble as he spoke, his lilting drawl skipping easily over the words.

OoC: I haven't been able to add it to his sheet but if it's helpful at all - this is De'con's picture reference (until I find a 3D model I like :P): https://pin.it/1OspeWJ

On Fri, 17 Apr 2020, 05:41 , <mglady3@...> wrote:

Neither the use of past tense nor the affectionate tone escaped Delysia, who prided herself on her ability to read between the lines. Then again, only a particularly dense individual could miss De'con's very obvious affection for his mother. "You are certainly biased." She told him with a smile. "But if a son isn't allowed to be biased about his mother, then who is?"

"I do like to keep my own gitar handy." She admitted. "And who knows, if you play your cards right, you may just get your wish." The smile that she flashed him held an edge of challenge, but was also levered by the glint of amusement in her expressive eyes. 

She leaned forward a little, so that she could lean her arms against the railing. "So, how did the son of a harper end up as a bronzerider?" She asked. She didn't quite know what it was about the man, but she felt oddly comfortable in his presence. More than she'd ordinarily be with a stranger of less than 10 minutes acquaintance.

On Wed, Apr 15, 2020 at 3:54 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
"She sure was, I'm probably biased but I'm sure she could have been one of the best Harpers around. She sure did have an ear for good music." De'con glanced back at Delysia, his lop-sided smile tugging a little wider. "No, I'm definitely biased. Because if you ask me, as far as I'm convinced, mama could have made the world brighter just by walkin' into the room with a smile." There was a sigh now, one that seemed more than a little regretful. He hadn't noticed his own careful use of the past tense, nor his more affectionate use of the word "mama" instead of "mother".

He glanced back at Delysia, seeing the expert way she handled the instrument. His smile deepened, as did the twinkle in his eye as she strummed a melodic chord. No, there was none of the awkward uncertainty of where to place hands. She knew what she was doing. "Well now, I figure you're no stranger to a gitar yourself." He took the instrument back, running a hand fondly over the worn wood. "I've had this one since, well, so long I could lie and say since I'd forgotten when. I've had it since my tenth turn birthday. None of this startin' with a smaller size. My mama said I would learn to do it properly if I wanted to learn to do it well. I like to think, when I'm feelin' kind t'myself - that I'm goin' to be just as good as she was. Now those were some nimble fingers. I would swear that all you saw was a blur an' somehow she was makin' the music come out!" Another genuine chuckle and he patted the instrument fondly.

He glanced back to Delysia and it was completely apparent by his relaxed smile, warm expression and almost lazy posture that he was just enjoying the company. "If I might be so bold ma'am, perhaps some day you'd let me hear you play a little too. Ain't nothin' like a couple of folk enjoyin' puttin' two different voices together an' hearin' them sing." Despite his internal acknowledgement that she was, beyond a doubt, a stunning woman, Delysia would be able to see that there was no lasciviousness in his words, no hint at innuendo that what he actually wanted to do was make a different "type" of music with her. There was a warmth and gentle calmness in just about everything he did and that comfortableness was an aura that radiated pleasantly from him.

On Wed, Apr 15, 2020 at 5:38 AM <mglady3@...> wrote:
"Your mother was a harper, then? It sounds like the two of you were close. " Delysia asked lightly.

She took the gitar from him, accepting the silent invitation. She ran a gentle but knowing hand across the old, but still handsome instrument, from the top of the tuning knobs, down the graceful neck, and across the robust body. Yes, her initial impressions had not deceived her - a old instrument, but well cared for and fine. She strummed a light chord and smiled with pleasure at the sweet voice of the instrument. "A fine instrument." She said, reaching forward to hand it back to De'con. From her shoulder, Aoede cooed lightly, as if in agreement.


On Sun, Apr 12, 2020 at 3:34 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
He wasn't sure what had been happening in her head but even he had spotted the slight shift in the smile that made it well, if he was mistaken, perhaps just a little warmer. Had he known more of her, perhaps he might have been more cautious but then, even that was hard to say. It was a hypothetical that didn't even exist. His own smile deepened slightly, his face crinkling into familiar folds that said a smile was what he wore the easiest.

As Delysia leaned forward to look at the gitar, he held it out to her, a silent invitation that she was welcome to take it and inspect the instrument. De'con had already had his suspicions and these were confirmed when she spoke of not having much time. "I know the feelin' all the well. Not too long ago, when Ourneth an' me weren't goin' through the best of times - well I made a promise to myself, and my mother, that I would make sure I kept a little piece of every day to be just for me and some music. Might be a corny soundin' idea - but gettin' back into my music downright near saved my life. So I figure I owe it to myself to keep on playin'."

On Sun, Apr 12, 2020 at 12:52 AM <mglady3@...> wrote:
Delysia was always a little wary of men, of male riders in particular. Because from experience, men really only had one thing in mind when it came beautiful women. Oh, she had no trouble working with men or talking to them on a day to day. And if a flirty smile here and there will get her what she wants, well, a girl was entitled to use all the tools at her disposal, so long as the girl understood the game that she played. And Delysia did not intend to be a fool again, not for anyone.

However, even Delysia had troubling holding on to her wariness in the presence of someone so obviously at ease with himself. And the smile that greeted De'con's laughter was not entirely contrived. She leaned forward to look at the gitar when he drew attention to it. As he said, it was old and worn, but obviously well cared for and beloved. "I think your mother would be pleased to see you continue to practice her teachings." She replied, honestly. "It's not always easy to find time as a rider. I should know."

Aoede didn't deign to respond directly to the compliment, but she preened in a way that indicated that she was well pleased.  



On Sat, Apr 11, 2020 at 4:15 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
"A real pleasure it is to meet you, ma'am. If yours has been anythin' to go by, it's been as warm a welcome as it's sunny days." There was a small, slightly lop-side curl of his mouth and a twinkle to his eye that suggested that De'con lived by good humour and easy words but knew how to arrange them in appropriate propriety. "It's been a real pleasure t'be puttin' pen to a fresh page. Downright refreshin' it is too."

Her smile was of course, devastating. How many hearts had she broken, he wondered, catching the sparkle that flashed through her eyes. Her words brought a chuckle, a thick bubble of sound that sounded as if it had come from the soles of his feet and rumbled its way through him. It was a laugh that came easily and was clearly unforced. "Well I'll be takin' the compliment and thankin' you kindly. Although if it's a song written by me, then it's pretty much damned to obscurity. My mother was a Harper. I'm sure she'd be real sorry to see me wastin' her trainin' strummin' this old thing." As he spoke, he lifted the gitar and settled it back in his lap, idly picking at the strings in a lazy, tuneful composition. It was obvious that it wasn't a gesture designed to impress or show off, just one he was comfortable doing, like he didn't know what his hands should be doing otherwise.

Aeode's tuneful warble brought a small whoop of delight from the man, the tone enough to show his glee but not so loud as to be overly raucous or disturbing, He was ever mindful of the gold nearby. "Well now, lovely, I'm thinkin' you should've been a Harper yourself with that wonderful little voice."

On Sat, Apr 11, 2020 at 11:43 PM <mglady3@...> wrote:
The man leaned forward and Delysia could see his face more clearly. It was an older face, full of history, but wore it well. She'd been right, he wasn't anyone she'd encountered before. And the man's own words a few seconds later confirmed her assessment.

"In that case, welcome to Arolos, De'con. I am Delysia." She didn't feel the need to elaborate beyond that. She hadn't missed the sideways glance at her knots. If the man couldn't put two and two together from there, he really was too stupid to bother with, even with his musical talent. "I hope that you have found your first impression of the South to be a positive one?"

At the man's last comment, Delysia smiled and there was a flash of something in her eyes that could have been amusement. "I think you are being overly modest. I think you know perfectly well that that 'twiddling' of yours is quite as good as some of things that come out of the Harper Halls." As if in agreement, Aoede warbled a brief string of notes that resembled the opening of De'con's tune.


On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 4:14 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
As the woman stepped forward, De'con was pleasantly surprised. She was, for lack of better wording, astoundingly beautiful with an exotic touch that he was sure captured the hearts... and loins... of more than the occasional admirer. Spotting the knots, he inclined his head again in polite acknowledgement of her rank. "You'd be welcome to tell to get on out of here, I promise I won't take offence." His speaking voice was as soft a drawl as his singing voice and he leaned forward, bringing his own features more clearly into the light. "But you'd be right ma'am. I landed just a few days ago. De'con of bronze Ourneth. It certainly is a pleasure. And the song? Well, I guess not knowing it isn't too much a surprise either - it's one of mine - just some twiddlings I put together."

The sight of the tiny gold brought a short laugh of clearly delighted surprise. "Well hello there, lovely one. I'm sure glad that you approve. I wouldn't be wantin' to make anyone's ears bleed."

On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 4:45 AM <mglady3@...> wrote:
"The acoustics in these caverns are very good indeed." Delysia agreed, taking the last few steps to bring her to De'con's side, now that she was certain of doing so without breaking the musician's attention. 

"You play well, though I don't recognize the song." She offered. "I don't think I've seen you around here before either." She added, conversationally. It was hard to make out exact features in the dark, but Delysia didn't think she could be mistaken about a voice. Casually, she slung the rope toy she'd been carrying over one shoulder. Almost immediately, a pale golden shape, recognizable even in the darkness, dove down to land there, tiny golden claws digging into the rope for stability. Aoede peered at the stranger and crooned softly.

The corners of Delysia's mouth curved. "Even Aoede agrees. And she's the real critic here."


On Wed, Apr 8, 2020 at 2:52 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
"... I guess I'll see you, somewhere around... You'll never know when, I'll be.... back around...."

It wasn't a loud or ostentatious singing designed to capture someone's attention. It was a low, intimate hum of a song as if it was being directly sung to the person whom it was intended. It was accompanied by intricate strains as his fingers jumped over the strings. He clearly knew the instrument well, his eyes closed half the time and not needing to look at the strings. He was aware of the shape of someone stepping closer but made no move to cut the music short. It just sounded too damn good in the cave for him to give it up until it was done.

It went on for several more minutes. An almost melancholic song of regret. Sure, it was a little corny around the edges, but there was a soothing quality to it. "... It's funny, lady... how time slips away..."

The four thrumming strums of stronger chords, plus the fact he finally took his hand away indicated that he was indeed finished. Setting the instrument carefully to one side, and making a note to take his boots off the railing, De'con turned to Delysia. He couldn't see her too clearly in the soft light but could tell from her outline that it was definitely a "her". "Ma'am." he said in greeting with a tip of his head that seemed to say, if he was wearing a hat, he would have tipped that in greeting too. Common sense dictated that this was possibly the gold's rider but the light wasn't strong enough to make any notes clear just yet. "I hope my caterwauling isn't waking up the Weyr. But the acoustics were too good to pass up."

OoC: I'm going on the assumption that the cavern gets pretty dark in the evening so that the gold can rest more easily - so I'm assuming that right now, the most he can see of Delysia is some shadows and a few details :P

On Wed, Apr 8, 2020 at 4:22 AM <mglady3@...> wrote:
Delysia usually chose to spend her evenings and nights in the Caverns so that she could be close to Razelth. There was a smallish cavern off of the main cavern that adapted beautifully into temporarily living quarters. Delysia had moved in the night before, but even the most supremely organized person could not move with forgetting *something*. Or several somethings.

It was with the latest *something* in hand - Boudicca's favorite cat toy, a bunch of colorfully knotted ropes - that Delysia return find soft strains of music drifting out of the cavern entrance. 

If Delysia wasn't so aware of her own dignity and what was due to it, she would have groaned. She was starting to regret her announcement to the candidates, because it seemed to have encouraged every hack who could lay hands on an instrument to facing themselves a musician. But that was before she stopped and really had a listen.

This one...well, this one actually sounded like he knew what he was doing. And with Delysia's acutely musical ear, that was no mean compliment. Curious now, she move quietly and swiftly through the cavern tunnel on soft, though well padded boots. She picked her way through the stands to where the musician sat. Though she did not try to hide, neither did she attempt to break his concentration. 



On Mon, Apr 6, 2020 at 3:51 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
It had been a nice surprise to learn that there was clutch on the Sands. Another new start, just like his own. And the rumours on the berry vine had been that the gold was rather partial to a bit of music. And that suited him just fine. Ourneth had caught a gold once. Just once. The lump had insisted that his Rider play for "his" babies all of the time. Hopefully this wouldn't turn into a regular occurrence, but it might be a good way to while away the time, maybe meet someone or two. Preferably someone with a musical ear.

Being that it was getting on in the day, there was next to no one in the stands. No, he didn't mind Candidates but he wasn't in the mood to entertain half a dozen kids. He wasn't exactly dressed to impress a goldrider, clad in a well worn, comfortable checked shirt, his sleeves rolled up, an equally worn pair of trousers and his most favourite pair of boots that had definitely missed polishing day more than once. But his gitar, that had been well and truly loved, the deep sheen of well polished care giving the rich dark wood a lustrous glow.

Making himself comfortable, boots up on the safety railing, he twiddled with the strings as he tuned he instrument expertly, fingers plucking until he found the right note. He could see the dark shape of the gold in the dim light, but didn't address her directly - just in case she were resting.

The acoustics in here were astounding and for several minutes he let the rich noise echo around the cave, a pleasant strumming before he added his low tenor to it, a drawling croon that complimented the gitar's melody.

"Well, hello there... my, it's been a long, long time... How you doing? Oh, I guess that I'm doin' fine..."

OoC: Yes, he is basically singing Willie Nelson's "Funny How Time Slips Away". Because he's a cowboy at heart ;)

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

Jessica Freise
 

"Lunch sounds perfect," she said, grinning as she rose. "Lead the way."

On May 15, 2020, at 6:46 AM, sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:

"Let's see if I can find Shalia or Rassia, okay?" T'rif said as he rose. "She can get you set up. Then tomorrow we can sit together and I'll be off duty. Say for lunch?"


Re: Checking On You atten: Tyne/Kassia

Nutmeg
 

"Then I won't keep you. I'm sure you have a huge amount of things to do. I promise I'll keep you updated and I was going to ask Master Larsin about giving me some sort of formal "signging off" once he's happy I've been trained to an adequate level for what we need." She knew that Kassia was always so busy and even this tiny bit of time had been appreciated. "I think this is something that is going to make a huge difference regarding how we deal with firelizards. And I'll keep you updating on the banding or marking idea."


On Thu, May 14, 2020 at 1:08 AM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:
"That sounds like a good plan," Kassia said. "Let's get this going and see what happens."



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Re: Changing Loyalties (Diagir/Ziya/Vainglory, V'drare)

Jessica Freise
 

V'drare's chocolate brown gaze widened. He did some quick thinking to his bronze, who seemed unperturbed. Then he looked down into its -- her -- eyes.

"I think we'd better talk," he said faintly. "She- She says- Her name is Vaidrarsk."

On May 14, 2020, at 9:38 PM, Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:

"She's normally very standoffish," Diagir informed the other, still flummoxed. He tried to ask her what was going on but found himself ignored. He turned then to Ziya with even more questions.

{Green like new'un,} Ziya answered, almost worryingly not using Vainglory's name. {Green no hear 'gir none.}

"Wait then.. who?" Diagir asked her with some growing alarm. Ziya was unmoved, though, and just shrugged before laying down. Diagir was thoroughly confused as he looked back to V'drare. "I... wish that I could tell you what she's thinking, but I can't hear my green anymore. Ziya says that she doesn't hear me, either."

Vainglory herself purred and nuzzled up into V'drare's hand. She looked up to see his eyes and hummed lovingly. {This wher 'rare's. This wher Vaidrarsk yes.}

Ziya snorted in amusement, having known this was coming.

ooc:
Vaidrarsk, based on Serperior from Pokemon

The green that emerges from the Smug Satisfaction egg will herself be the picture of Smug satisfaction. The way Vaidrarsk's mouth is formed has it constantly shaped like a little grin and the way her eyeridges arch up naturally only add to that. Her lines are smooth and even, adding even more grace to her form. It almost sickens Ziya how downright good her daughter looks, especially for a green. Vaidrarsk's hide is the same even green all over as was on her egg, that beautiful spring green that makes one thinks of beautiful warm days. She has a keen nose that, should V'drare put it to use, could easily pick out bad gas in a mine or a general “wrongness” in an area.

Personality: It usually follows that the beautiful are the most arrogant and stuck-up. Vidrarsk is absolutely an example of that. She’s arrogant and haughty and is so sure that she’s the most beautiful wher ever shelled. Those thoughts usually mean she and her dam are butting heads with the gold winning after asserting herself. Away from these contests, though, and distracted from her vanity, she’s sweet. She understands that her nose is a helpful thing and (ignoring her proud look) enjoys helping when she can.

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Ren's Crafters: Diagir (Whercraft), Reitz (Whercraft), Torinael (Healer)


Re: Itches Scratches (Reventh, Ysolde)

Steelsilver
 

((You are very wise.)) Reventh sighed, basking in the gentle touching. ((I was hatched in High Reaches, before the Bad Place. But then we were sent here. I like it here already.))


Re: Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind (ATTN: Nyzara/Tyne)

Jessica Freise
 

Even without the images from Flare, Nyzara heard hesitation and guilt. She offered a small smile at the ex-goldrider and then asked gently, "Why does that bother you? Having a romantic interest isn't wrong."

On May 12, 2020, at 8:36 AM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

OoC: For personal note, lets say this is set between the Earthquake and before the Goldflight. Just to give it a timeframe.

Immediately her thoughts had gone to her faire and her mouth had opened as if to name them off. Human friends, she realised that the woman was referring to. "Not many," she admitted as though loathe to do so. "I think people find me hard to be around. Especially the Riders. I don't blame them. But I think perhaps I'm... mingling better..." She was hesitant as though that wasn't quite the right word. "I went and spoke to the Candidates before the Hatching, about them sending their firelizards to me. And that was okay. Candidatemaster Nayari was especially clear about ground rules before I went in to them. And that helped. I felt I could trust her to be clear about what topics weren't going to be acceptable."

Part of her wanted to be as unhelpfully stubborn as she could. But what exactly would that achieve? "I've felt more confident about approaching people on my own. Like with the firelizard clinic - I went and spoke to Master Larsin and then he pointed me in the direction of Journeywoman Ambrelli who I have been working with." But how many people were "friends" exactly? She wasn't really much for socialising, spending a lot of her time either alone or with R'zzon. Idri of course but she was family - that was a different relationship altogether. Ah.. right. She should probably mention that.

"I do have a... romantic interest..." It came out as guiltily as a child admitting to having stolen a reserved dessert. If the gold was sharing the images, she would have shown Nyzara a deeply flushed face, the faintest of smiles and guilty eyes. As though perhaps she wasn't allowed to confess to having such a thing, or have such a thing at all.

On Tue, May 12, 2020 at 2:11 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"So it was noted in your file," Nyzara admitted. Reaching up, she stroked flare's head, considering the next move. Tyne was a complex individual who deserved all her attention and time.

"Tell me, have you many friends here?"

On May 8, 2020, at 1:44 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

Repost :)

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Date: Wed, May 6, 2020 at 3:52 PM
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"Yes, I suppose it is. I mean, you have all been saying I need to think more about how I can integrate better. And how I need to think about what I want to do if I want to stay here." Fine, she would be nice and throw this newcomer a little bit of a bone. It wasn't as though it was entirely her fault that she had been given probably the Weyr's biggest file and she was being met with blatant hostility. Tyne let herself settle just a little and the flits on either shoulder did too. Although Bobbin was still giving Flare stink-eye as if daring the young gold to try anything. 

On Wed, May 6, 2020 at 1:54 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"It's wonderful that you're doing this," came Nyzara's pleasant voice, warm with sincerity. "It's a step forward, in my opinion."

On May 3, 2020, at 5:26 AM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

Now that was interesting. She had expected there to be some questions about being so close to wounded dragons, how she had felt. Was this a build up? A buffer of some sort? "I am intrigued as to how it will be received. I suspect that there are those who will find it takes some getting used to and may find themselves on the sharp end of some lessons if they have been permitting their firelizards to act in an unruly fashion."  There was still a formality to her words, as if she were discussing the notes from a meeting. It was all deliberate of course, a careful guard around her thoughts until she knew how this Nyzara woman worked.


On Wed, Apr 29, 2020 at 10:46 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"That''s wonderful," Nyzara said quietly, her clouded gaze warm with sincerity. "Are you excited? Nervous?"

On Apr 29, 2020, at 7:37 AM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

That was a reasonable question to be fair. As much as she felt like she was a child being checked they weren't about to do something foolish or reckless, it was resignation that she knew why they had to ask.

"A remote firelizard clinic and care site. Separate from the main Infirmary. Master Larsin thinks the idea has promise and he has assisted with helping me spend time in the Infirmary during their quieter times to learn a Healer trained standard of basic injury treatment and maintenance of treatment areas such as cleaning regimes. Give my... unique talents, it would be a way for me to apply it usefully to benefit the Weyr."

On Wed, Apr 29, 2020 at 1:28 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"What sort of project?"


She had to ask, needed to know. She studied the careful expression on Tyne's face and wondered if she could breach the mask to find the woman inside.

On Apr 29, 2020, at 6:12 AM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

"I do. Ten. Well, eleven if you count Aaru, even if she's Bobbin's. But it would be inconsiderate of me to bring all of them. Hence why I only allow Bobbin and Cairn to attend." She was waiting for... ah, there it was. The same question every time. Yes, she knew they had to ask it. But it still grated a little. Even if it wasn't their fault.

"I'm well thank you. I have been keeping myself busy and have continued the advised regime of mingling with more of the Weyr's denizens. I have attended the Barracks to offer assistance with their firelizards should they Impress and I have been in consultation with the Dragonhealers regarding a new project idea."

It was all so formal, crisp and careful. As if a carefully placed and invisible shield had been placed all around her.

On Tue, Apr 28, 2020 at 1:02 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"From what I know, you have a regular fare of firelizards."

There was no reproach, no judgement. Her voice was now crisp, cool, and professional.

"I am more than aware of why you need to see us. As you are aware," she added quietly, "of why you need to see us. So what i'm going to ask shouldn't surprise you: how have you been feeling?"
On Apr 28, 2020, at 6:59 AM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

OoC: Repost!

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The young gold was rewarded with a low hissing growl that came from deep in Bobbin's throat. A warning from the most senior Queen in the room that Flare needed to mind her manners. "Yes, Bobbin and Cairn." She offered no apology for their presence and the cool edge to her voice suggested that one wasn't coming either. If this newbie hadn't brushed up on her notes enough to know that she always had the pair present, well, that was on the Mindhealer. 

She shook the hand brusquely and then casually, she dropped into a seat, folding her legs neatly over one another. "So, I'm presuming you've read my file and know why I have to come and see the Mindhealers."

On Thu, Apr 23, 2020 at 10:00 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"You must be Lady Tyne," Nyzara said warmly, pushing off the desk and extending her hand. She let Tyne take it, make the first move. Beside her, Flare took in the woman and her firelizards. For a momen, the gold rose to her full height, instinct winning over purpose until Nyzara clicked her tongue repovingly at the prody queen.

"I'm Nyzara and this is Flare. I see you have some company with you."

On Apr 23, 2020, at 2:59 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

Joy of joys, it was her bi-weekly check-in with the Mindhealers. Well, she supposed that was a graduation away from daily... then every other day... then weekly. It wasn't that she didn't appreciate their work, it just... got tedious. The endless picking through her thoughts. How was she feeling. Had she had any bad days. Had she thought about hurting herself at all recently. Sigh.

At least being later on in the day she had been able to pretend the day was normal. And wasn't spending it ramping up with edgy, nervous anticipation of having to spend an candlemark getting picked at. Oh well, may as well get it over with. After knocking in the door and being called in, Tyne opened it and walked in breezily. "Good afternoon Journeywoman. I don't think we've had the pleasure."

Ah, so this was the new one she'd heard mumblings about. Nothing specific, just that there was a new body. Bobbin glowered perfunctorily at the younger gold whilst Cairn paid her no more mind than a polite greeting. Her gold and bronze always came with her whilst Chief took the rest of the faire to play with the instructions of thoroughly distracting them.


On Thu, Apr 23, 2020 at 8:03 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"Come in."

Nyzara spoke from where she leaned casually against the desk. Beside her, Flare rose to her full height and called out a warm greeting as she transfered the image of Tyne to her owner. A small smile tugged at Nyzara's lips even as she shifted her stance and considered the image of the woman, her final patient for the day.




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Re: I Have Arrived! ((Attn: Ked'son, Virian))

Nutmeg
 

Ked'son chuckled, enjoying the woman's demeanour. "Tell you what, one day when I have copious amounts of alcohol on hand, I'll tell you all about the time we had two gold weyrlings at the same time. And to top it off, they positively despised each other." Now that had probably given him more than a few grey hairs. And was not something he was keen to relive in a hurry.

Reaching into the desk he pulled out some papers. "All I'm going to need from you is just these filled out as soon as you're able. Gives me a basic outline of who you are, what experience you have, any health issues we should be aware of and who to contact in an emergency, that sort of thing. There's no immediate rush, get yourself settled in. There will be no expectation for you to be presenting for classes for two or three days. When you're sorted, meet me here at the mid-day meal bell and I'll introduce you to everyone. You get a half day for your first day but then you get to hit the ground running." He rummaged in another drawer, pulling out maps and schedules. "This is a layout of the Weyrling Barracks and a copy of the weyrling lesson schedule. We work on a pattern of five on, two off with a rotating overlap. You're welcome to swap shifts and so forth, but just let either myself or the Weyrlingmaster know - whoever they are."

He sat back, stopping to top off his own mug. "Before you go and get settled in, are there any burning questions you have for me?"

On Thu, May 14, 2020 at 7:53 PM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
Barking another easy laugh, Virian leaned forward like she were about to share a great secret, cupping her free hand against her mouth though she didn't bother to speak at a whisper. "I would be surprised if she hasn't already introduced herself to him somehow, she's such a nosy thing! Probably announced herself to the Weyr the moment we touched down." As it happened, the green had *not* broadcast their arrival in excitement, but only because Virian made clear ahead of time that to do so would be rude. 

To hear him speak of the clutch, and his reservations about a particular metallic stereotype, had her nearly cackling over her cup. "Oh, thank Faranth, indeed - I don't think I'm ready for that, I'd go bald plucking greys out!" Virian combed fingers through her frizzy hair, only a halfhearted attempted to tame it. She'd heard her fair share of stories by now, though never had the special pleasure of trying to guide a gold weyrling herself. It wasn't hard to imagine. She shook her head in commiseration, though the smile hadn't left her face and her voice remained playful. "Remind me to add alcohol to this if one of those does appear on the Sands," Virian gave her juice a little shake, chuckled, and downed the sweet liquid before speaking again. 

"I very much appreciate your time, Ked'son, and I won't take up too much more of it. I want you to know I am absolutely at your disposal."

On Mon, Apr 27, 2020 at 1:15 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
That her enthusiasm was so evident was enjoyable. And much of what she said was not dissimilar to the deep feelings Ked'son held himself for his Weyrlings. They were his life's calling. And Thaath's. He chuckled at her description of her green. "She can keep Thaath company in the yard. Sometimes I think he was a mother wherry in a previous life. It seems half the weyrlings spend their lives under his wings."

He had paused a moment to enjoy a little of his own juice savouring the tart sweetness that was surprisingly refreshing. "I've not had chance to get to the Sands myself. From what I've heard it's a decent sized cluth. Not too big, not too small. No gold, thank Faranth. I think I'm too young to go grey." It was evident he wasn't being serious by the twinkle in his eyes. Yes, golds were wonderful... as grown ups. But their weyrlinghood was nearly always a whole different challenge in itself. With the past dramas Arolos had seen around their golds, Ked'son wished that one day, they would have a weyrling who was just hopelessly in love with her dragon and too moons struck to pick fights with other weyrlings. Yes, that would be wonderful.

On Sat, Apr 25, 2020 at 11:15 PM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
Virian smiled fondly now that the subject was more comfortable, and far away from her history. "Oh, that's easy - they all have so much potential. Meeting new riders, walking them through their first feeds, their first baths-- oh, Faranth, their first flights?" That smile bloomed brighter still, excitement returning to her face. "I can still remember mine, and getting to be there for each new class is almost as good as reliving it. Elloryth loves them, you'd swear she was a gold the way she wants to mother them." Virian threw back her head with a laugh, careful not to slosh her drink around in the process. "It's nice to just be in the middle of all that joy, you know?" 

When her dark eyes returned to Ked'son, they were slightly misty - though from laughter or wistful longing wasn't certain. "So, how many are we expecting this clutch? Have you had a peek yet?" 

On Sun, Apr 19, 2020, 2:46 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Ked'son waited patiently, clearly happy to let her settle before getting down to business. "Well then, since you've given me your name - I should give you mine. I am Ked'son of blue Thaath. Normally I am an Assistant Weyrlingmaster here, but I am currently the Acting Weyrlingmaster whilst we bring someone new into the role." The smile he gave her was easy, wide and had a hint of mischief to it. A naughty Candidate's smile who has knowingly hidden a cold bucket of water to fall on someone's head. Helping himself to his own mug of juice, he enjoyed a drink of his own.

"You'll drink a lot of juices. And chilled teas. Arolos heat has the tendency to feel like someone wrapped you in a wet fur and then shoved you in the oven." There was a chuckle now, one that had the potential to be as mischievous as his smile. "So tell me, what is it that makes you so passionate about the Weyrlings then, hmm?"

On Sat, Apr 18, 2020 at 2:04 AM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
"Some juice would be phenomenal," Virian answered emphatically with a broadening grin. "You practically read my mind, thank you. The cold just drains something from ya', I've always said." A cup of juice was probably /just/ what she needed, though what she wanted was the fermented version. That would have to wait til later. She allowed her jacket and helmet to fall in a semi-orderly pile on the floor beside the chair before depositing herself on its seat. 

Chuckling to hear his description of her, there was a playful squint to pitch-dark eyes. "Well, I'm from a little minehold near Bitra," Vi leaned forward to pick up the pitcher, politely filling both mugs with juice before sliding one toward Ked'son. "I didn't spend much time there before joining the Weyr." She purposefully skipped over a great deal of history, summing up a particularly painful period with great simplicity. "Elloryth and I took a bad thread scoring which nearly grounded us. She's able to fly, just restricted to short jaunts and honestly is still adjusting. It was nearly a Turn ago now."

She replaced the pitcher before collecting her own mug and draining it in a matter of a few gulps. "Ahh!" Virian smiled, feeling refreshed. "The grapes up north are a bit tart, this is a sweeter fruit you've got down here. I like it." The redirection had not been unintentional. "Anyway, I've been working with Weyrlings since. It's become something of a passion of mine."

On Thu, Apr 16, 2020, 6:12 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
It was hard not to smile at blatant enthusiasm as Virian clattered through the doors. Ked'son looked up, his blue eyes twinkling and short blond hair sticking every which way. He took in the attire, jacket being pulled off and his grin widened more. "Well then, if you've just arrived, how about you take a seat and I get you a pitcher of juice. Something about Between sure does like to put a thirst on you." He gestured at the empty chairs in front of his desk, getting to his feet as he moved to the small stone cooler box he kept in his office. It had been fortuitous that the staffers had brought him a fresh pitcher shortly before Virian's arrival and he pulled it out, along with mugs as he retook his seat and set them out in front of Virian.

With a gesture of "help yourself", he let her get settled. "So, Virian of Benden who just clattered through my door. Tell me a bit about yourself. You're right, we've got a new clutch hardening and trust me, all new offers of help are gladly welcomed."

On Tue, Apr 14, 2020 at 12:08 AM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
Virian was busy stripping out of her jacket when she popped into view at the threshold, a dark, flatteringly fitted blouse embroidered by brighter floral patterns worn beneath. Her lips split into a warm, if not slightly forced, smile to greet the officer's occupant. 

"Oh thank Faranth, I knew there had to be /someone/ around!" She began, sincerely relieved to find another person on duty, and waltzed in through the doorway without a moment's hesitation. "My name is Virian, I'm just in from Benden and word has it one of your golds has a new clutch on the around. Exciting tiiiiimes," her voice lilted cheerfully. 

Folding her coat over one of the waiting chairs, Virian removed her helmet and let long, albeit now quite frizzy, dark hair tumble out from beneath. "I know the last thing you want is more paperwork, but I'm not sure who to give this to." She waved the parchment rolled in one hand. "And if possible, I'd like to begin work right away."



On Mon, Apr 13, 2020, 3:46 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Ked'son door was always open, propped back. It was a constant, silent invitation. The only time it was closed was when he either wasn't there or was speaking to someone privately. And even then he would have a "do not disturb" sign on the door to indicate that he was otherwise around.

Today he was sat at his desk, brow furrowed in thought as he looked over the supply lists. With a new clutch brewing, they had to make sure they were ready for the new class when they arrived and having had the Tiny Travellers around for so long, a good amount had been all but depleted. Scrubbing a hand idly through his blond hair, he looked up when he heard a voice.

"In here! Door's open!"

On Mon, Apr 13, 2020 at 6:05 AM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
Virian did not like to waste time. She and her weyrmate had arrived on the Southern Continent a mere candlemark earlier, newcomers scheduled to transfer from Benden. She left B'mir and his dragon to get settled in their new accommodations while she took the time to explore. Elloryth back-winged to land in front of the Weyrling Barracks, the glide there from their new weyr within her limitations. 
 
(( And you'll tell me if it starts to hurt again? )) She asked the green, sliding down from the dragon's bare shoulders. 
 
{{ I promised that I would, }} Elloryth reassured. {{ I never break a promise. Now hurry up and go check in, I want to meet the babies! }}
 
(( That may not happen soon, Ell. )) Virian warned and stepped back while the green launched skyward once more, winging to perch high above along the rim. (( There's a lot to do before we get into classes. The eggs are barely on the ground, last I heard. You'll get your chances soon enough. ))
 
The dragon said nothing further, but Virian could tell she was disappointed nonetheless. Content that her beloved green would find a way to entertain herself in the meantime, the rider made her way in through the doors. Weyrling quarters all shared similar designs, identical functions despite a world apart. Finding her way toward the offices did not prove difficult. 
 
"Anyone home?" Virian called as she unbuttoned the collar of her coat, still in riding leathers. Even inside, though perceptibly cooler than the out, the temperature felt uncomfortably warm to her. "I've got some transfer papers to hand over!"



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