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Re: Itches Scratches (Reventh, Ysolde)

Nutmeg
 

Ysolde gave a chuckle, "Then we have that in common. I was hatched in the middle of a snow storm, one of the last of the season." Well all right, she wasn't "hatched" but she knew that the dragons seemed to know that analogy, having heard a couple of the Candidatemaster dragons use something similar over the Turns. Her hands continued to work deftly, enjoying the feel of the soft warm hide.

"Is there anything else you would like me to do at all? Sadly I can't stay and scratch you forever - as much as I am very much enjoying myself."

On Mon, May 18, 2020 at 3:57 PM Alexander Nakano <theglitteryone2@...> wrote:
((Mine says I hatched when it was snowing. We remember the snow. You can't sun when it's snowing.)) Reventh sighed.



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Re: Hate-Fueled Spiel (Talena, Nayari)

Nutmeg
 

It was a Turn's End miracle - Nayari was not at her desk. Where she was, was actually at the lakeside, bathing Marith in a rare morning off. It felt entirely alien not to have gotten up and immediately headed for the piles of papers that greeted her every day. Somehow, even at the Lake she managed to look impeccable.

((Mine is with me at the Lake. It is my bathing day.))

The girlish mind-voice was coy as she responded to the blue before gently nudging Hers.

"She can come here if she likes. I'm sure I can kill two wherries with one stone."

The voice was not the same voice she used for the Candidates. This was a side of Nayari that very few people got to see, soft with a gentle affection that was purely for her green as she fondly caressed Marith's muzzle, pressing her forehead against the warm hide. 

On Mon, May 18, 2020 at 3:42 PM Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:
ooc: Send or receive an anonymous letter. Love note, blackmail threat or hate-fuelled spiel - it's up to you! (hate-fueled spiel)

Kohut appeared from between with a letter for Talena, looking confused. Images the bluerider received showed that he'd found it stuck to her door with no idea who the sender was. He hadn't seen anyone come by to put it there. Talena took the note from the brown who sat on her shoulder to read it as well.

"Talentless-

Who do yu think yu are, the way taht yu came in and treid to tell us what to do? Yur just a strenger and we dunt no yu. We dunt haff tu lisen to u so stop yellin at us! Ur mean an short an dunt no nuffin. Wer not maguts n ur very mean fur sayin we are. Wy dunt yu go back whr yu came frum?"

It took Talena a moment to read through that atrocious handwriting and spelling, but once she did she was angry yet amused. These childish epithets would not draw out her full temper, but this child clearly didn't have the backbone to tell her those words to her face. She needed to find out who sent this.

"Kohut, Viggy, we're going to go have a talk with Nayari, see what she thinks. Let's go." Both forelizards cheeped in agreement and popped off to wherever Nayari was. {{Parath?}}

{{On it, dynamite gal!}} The blue replied with a hum. {{Hey Marith, how are you today? I'm pretty good myself. Say, where's your rider at? Mine wants to talk to her about this letter she just got.}}
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Ren's Crafters: Diagir (Whercraft), Reitz (Whercraft), Torinael (Healer)



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Re: You Belong to me atten: Shalia/Valesa

Kevin M
 

"Except for the ones being snatched," Shalia pointed out with a chuckle.  "I bet there are a few needing a fresh pair of pants right now."  It had been bad enough for her and Sarati, and they were both Weyrborn and used to dragons.  Shards, it had been bad enough a couple of sevendays earlier when Rhyth had snatched her up after Foreth's flight!  She couldn't even imagine what visitors and non-Candidates felt about it.

If the Candidate had been aware of her friend's thoughts, she would have pointed out that it would help if said Weyrborn ever actually made it to the Sands.  So it was probably a good thing she wasn't aware, as that would have only served as a fresh reminder.

She led the way to her cubby, keeping her head down and letting the other woman fend off anybody who approached, and then put her arms around Valesa in a friendly hug.  "Thanks, Val.  I think I got it from here, if you want to head to the Feast."
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Re: Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be Riders (De'con/Delysia/Razelth)

mglady3@...
 

"Spoken like a true diplomat." Delysia noted, flashing him a brilliant. Whatever whim that had been driving her, it had departed as quickly as it had arrived, and she was back in the well worn persona of charmingly pleasant goldrider. "But listen to me. I promise that I don't make a habit of bothering Razelth's visitors with trivialities. She would never forgive me if I did. She does so enjoy having her visitors." She got to her feet. "Feel free to bring your gitar back at any time." She smiled wryly. "It'd do some of these candidates good to hear what real music is supposed to sound like." 

OOC: Ready to wrap this one up? I'd love to have them run into each other again at some point!


On Mon, May 18, 2020 at 2:23 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
That was an interesting response. He hadn't missed the sardonic twist in her voice either. Nor that it seemed heavily focused around one word in particular. "Nothin' wrong with a bit of disagreein'. That's what keeps the world interestiin'. Be a real borin' place if everyone said and did the same thing." His words came with an amiable shrug of his shoulders. Internally, he had to wonder what the young woman's life had been to establish such cynicism. But, the reality was, she was exceptionally beautiful. And if there was one thing he knew was that the world didn't treat beauty kindly at all. 

"No, I'd say you certainly are right in some respects. Reality is, a lot of people don't really care, so long as they're hearin' what they want to. Easier t'lie than it is t'be honest sometimes. Sometimes seems like th'whole world is made up of little white lies." The smile he offered had a wry touch to it. "Listen to me, bein' downright depressin'. I usually try to keep my woefulness to my music so I don't inflict it on everyone else. Unless I'm caterwaulin' in some Hatching Caverns."

On Sat, May 16, 2020 at 8:14 PM <mglady3@...> wrote:
Delysia laughed, but there was very little real humor it in. "There's where I'll have to disagree with you. I don't think truth - if there really is such a thing - matters very much at all. Suppose there's a kitten that everyone believes is actually a puppy. They treat it like a puppy and make decisions - both present and future - based on their understanding of its puppy-hood. Which is thing that actually has tangible consequences? That everyone believes it to be a puppy? Or that it is actually a kitten?" She shook her head vigorously, sending dark curls tumbling. "It has nothing to do with ugliness or beauty." The sarcasm that surround the last word seemed almost to be a visible snap in the air. "There are as many shades in between as there are people to perceive it."



On Fri, May 15, 2020 at 10:59 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
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: Just One Green Now (attn: Vofali, Kl'ryn)

Ren
 

{{Always, my brown mudball,}} Seisilth hummed tenderly, eager to see her favortie ledgemate. {{Vofali, Sengroth and Kl'ryn come.}}

That had to be the one rider other than K'ren whose name Seisilth knew. Just hearing it made her smile and check herself in the mirror to make sure that she was decent. "Falisk, go on into your pen, my love. We're having a guest. Be my good girl now." The green wher took the bone she had been chewing on and trotted into the large pen Vofali had made for her as a place to have private time away from the children that frequented her weyr. The green even closed the door behind herself which Vofali rewarded with a treat.
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Ren's Riders: Arialae, D'cul (AWLM), F'liau, L'nel, L'nix, L'yall, N'met (DH), Ran'omi, R'vbor, S'dren, Talena (ACM), T'eko, T'mah, Vofali (Searchrider), W'rian, Zyreai (Healer), F'lo (FF Weyrling), V'riu (FF Weyrling), S'lion (MD Weyrling)

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


Re: You Belong to me atten: Shalia/Valesa

Laurie
 

Oh, good. That reminder seemed to have cheered her up. Valesa was afraid--after she'd said it--that it would bring her down again. But it was funny, especially if you had been there. And, she'd been half afraid that Shalia thought Feegith had been looking for her.

"I'm wondering if every dragon from now on will be doing the Stands-snatch," Valesa admitted. "It's entertaining for the spectators, at least." They arrived at the Barracks, a place that Valesa hadn't spent much time in. How could she, a Holder, just stroll into the Weyr after a Flight, and get their dragon on the first try, when someone like Shalia, who had grown up at the Weyr, still hadn't Impressed? It didn't seem fair! 

Of course, she didn't feel too bad about it.

"Come on, let's get you changed and to the Feast," she said.

On Tue, May 19, 2020 at 10:28 PM Kevin M <LrdSlvrhnd@...> wrote:
Shalia laughed softly.  "I did know that, but I'd forgotten.  I'm not sure even Kime remembered it."  She wondered if her friend would take the opportunity to make an official name change and leave 'Kimelin' behind with the holder girl she hadn't been for Turns.  It was more traditional for men, but not entirely unprecedented for women.  She was glad that her girlfriend had at least had somebody there to see, and she blinked back sudden tears as she felt sorry for herself, forcing herself to focus on the rest.  "I'm glad he finally found his.  I wonder if Razelth remembered that Stands-snatching trick from her own Hatching," she laughed.  She knew exactly how those poor people must have felt.
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Re: Of New Arrivals (ATTN: Trifali, Rennitz)

Ren
 

"Javensha, what are you doing?!" Demanded Rennitz as she strode up to Trifali looking flushed. "I am so sorry, are they bothering you? My brown knows better but my gold is still learning." On cue, one of the browns who had a little star shape on his chest flew over and landed on Rennitz's shoulder with apologetic cheeping. "Javensha, if you can't behave, your faire is going to have to go home." Turning back to the girl, Rennitz sighed and shook her head. "I'm sorry. My name is Rennitz and the gold and this brown are mine. Most of these belong to riders."
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Ren's Riders: Arialae, D'cul (AWLM), F'liau, L'nel, L'nix, L'yall, N'met (DH), Ran'omi, R'vbor, S'dren, Talena (ACM), T'eko, T'mah, Vofali (Searchrider), W'rian, Zyreai (Healer), F'lo (FF Weyrling), V'riu (FF Weyrling), S'lion (MD Weyrling)

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


Re: Fresh Air, Sore Arms (attn: any Dragonrider)

Mya L. R.
 

On Wed, May 20, 2020 at 4:20 PM Jerzy Tobin <jerzytobin@...> wrote:
"Ooh, that's rough," Aster said, sympathetically.  "Skittish, is she?
Poor thing.  Probably only time will set that straight, and a lot of
patience.  Maybe a liberal helping of treats, especially when they do
come out and socialize.  I mean, I'm no flit expert, but I know when
my Frost first hatched, he was a bit skitterish, and he did eventually
grow out of it, but I really had to work with him."

Her finger moved again, this time wagging more agreeably with the word Aster had picked.  “Yeah, she’s currently hiding...actually wait... She is making sure that if anything with big teeth wanders into my cubicle that it won't mess with my sheets.  That sounds better, doesn’t it?”  Micaya let out a giggle at her own phrasing and lowered her hand back down to her side.  “Hopefully she does outgrow it.  She is missing out on a lot by being scared!”  To emphasize that she nodded out at the lake and the sight sitting there before them. 

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Twisted Logic (ATTN: Nyzara/Zy'fen)

Jessica Freise
 

Nyzara scented the smell of the infirmary far before she entered it. She might be a Mindhealer, but she'd never cared for the scent itself. Today she moved with the assistance of a Healer Apprentice and her cane, as her golden Flare was busy overseeing her clutch. THe thought made her smile.

With that smile in place, she entered Zy'fen's room. The cane swept back and forth until she found a seat presumably beside the bed.

"Good morning," she said.


Twisted Logic (ATTN: Nyzara/Zy'fen)

Jessica Freise
 

"Good morning, Zy'fen," Nyzara said crisply as the man in question took a seat across from her and her very gravid gold. Flare, always at her human's beck and call, regarded him with brightly jeweled eyes.

"I see you brought someone with you."


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

Jessica Freise
 

"There is no such thing as a normal relationship," Nyzara pointed out quietly, but firmly. "It only matters if what the relationship is based on. Do you love this person?"

On May 17, 2020, at 5:21 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

Instinctively a small and nasty thought flared up, reminder her that love hadn't stopped Myrandith dying, dragged screaming into a freezing black abyss. Those thoughts liked to jump out and catch her unawares, especially if she was having a good day or worse, not paying any attention to them. They were cruel, nasty little thoughts that tried to convince her that she didn't deserve anything good, that she had wanted Myrandith to die. She had been told to ignore them, not to respond... but it was hard.

"I think it's idealistic of me to hope for anything vaguely resembling a normal relationship. Normal relationships aren't based on wondering whether I'll freak out and need to be talked down off the ceiling or fellised into unconsciousness." But... that didn't stop how she felt around R'zzon, the safeness. But... look at what had happened with S'ryll. And that was a mess in and of itself in a whole different way.

On Fri, May 15, 2020 at 10:02 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
It touched her soft heart to watch this strong woman fidget, to understand that she felt she wasn't enough, wasn't whole enough fr deserving of the relationship. With all this in mind, Nyzara carefully phrased her next sentences.

"Love withstands a lot of beatings," she commented, amused briefly. "I'd say that you're question shouldn't be what he wants, but if he wants and you want in return. The holes can't be unmade, Tyne, but they can be filled."

On May 15, 2020, at 1:12 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

 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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From: Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...>
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: Fresh Air, Sore Arms (attn: any Dragonrider)

Jerzy Tobin
 

She raised the arm she'd been holding onto and wagged one finger back and forth. There were several reddened marks on the arm where Shassacoo'd been gripping onto her, but no blood or anything else that'd indicate the skin had been broken. "Not quite, but something like that!" Micaya said rather cheerfully. "I needed a break from convincing my new firelizard that she's Impressed to me and not to my cot!"
"Ooh, that's rough," Aster said, sympathetically. "Skittish, is she?
Poor thing. Probably only time will set that straight, and a lot of
patience. Maybe a liberal helping of treats, especially when they do
come out and socialize. I mean, I'm no flit expert, but I know when
my Frost first hatched, he was a bit skitterish, and he did eventually
grow out of it, but I really had to work with him."


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"Life is NOT a journey to the grave with the goal of arriving safely
in a prettily preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways in a
shower of gravel and party shards, thoroughly used, utterly exhausted,
and loudly proclaiming: "F*** ME, that Rocked!!" -unknown

Whizzy: Jerzy
Aim: Yue146


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

Jessica Freise
 

"Weird does not even begin to cover it," Fali responded. "Lucky is certainly how I feel."

On May 19, 2020, at 5:54 AM, sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:

"Really?" Rassia asked, raising her eyebrow. What kind of woman was T'rif's daughter's mother? "That's weird. But we'll change that here. Okay? You need something to do in case you don't Impress. But believe it or not, there are Weyrs that believe like your mom. You're lucky you ended up here."


Re: All in the Family (ATTN: Kassia/T'rif/Trifali)

Jessica Freise
 

"Busy, Weyrwoman," came her cheerful response she stepped inside, closing the door behind her and slipped into a seat. "How are you?"

On May 19, 2020, at 5:54 AM, sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:

"Please, come in, come in," Kassia welcomed her with a smile. "It's nice to see you again. How are you?"


Re: Of New Arrivals (ATTN: Trifali, Rennitz)

Jessica Freise
 

Bemusedly, Fali broke off another piece and fed it to the Queen. A small green edged forward and she gave her a piece as well. She was so involved in this strange, new interaction, that she didn't hear footsteps approaching.

On May 19, 2020, at 8:12 AM, Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:

Greatly pleased at the surprise offering, Javensha took the bit and ate it gladly. Her fair continued to sniff around the area to see what was afoot. Meanwhile, Javensha finished the piece and deigned to alight down on Fali's shoulder and sniff at her, curious if there was more.
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Ren's Riders: Arialae, D'cul (AWLM), F'liau, L'nel, L'nix, L'yall, N'met (DH), Ran'omi, R'vbor, S'dren, Talena (ACM), T'eko, T'mah, Vofali (Searchrider), W'rian, Zyreai (Healer), F'lo (FF Weyrling), V'riu (FF Weyrling), S'lion (MD Weyrling)

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


Is it ok to be happy and sad and mad? {Fellan, E'lis}

Kouga
 

It had been a couple of sevendays since the hatching and Fellan could
still easily say that the whole thing was still not as happy as it
should be. He remember the last time there had been an earth shake
with eggs and had heard of the one before and it was hard. But that
wasn't the only reason. He was really sad about the little dragons
that didn't hatch yes, it was why he had been glad to be able to help
with the uniforms for them cause he got to see them up close, sortta,
and make sure they were ok.

At the same time though he couldn't help but to be sad too. Yes sad
for the lost dragons, but also sad that this was yet another hatching
where he hadn't been able to be involved especially after Razelth
ended up pulling people from the crowds and one dragon even came to
the stands. Was it wrong of him to be sad and maybe even a bit mad
that he couldn't be out there?

He /knew/ he wasn't broken, but he couldn't help at times like this
still thinking that maybe he was. It was his problems, his bring
broken, that put him into this situation after all. He couldn't he a
candidate because he couldn't hear or speak. Sure he could try to
speak, he knew he could, but what was the point? He didn't know what
words were supposed to sound like out loud. He knew the words sure
they were in his head from talking to dragons and whers, but out loud?
He couldn't even pretend he knew what they were supposed to sound like
from his mouth even if he did know the shape of his mouth from
learning to read lips.

The 12 turn old couldn't help the continued spiral of his thoughts and
after an unknown amount of time sitting on his cot running an oil
cloth over sharp he made the decision. He carefully move the still
growing gold off his lap and grabbed some hide. He had a free day and
he needed to talk and he knew who would be perfect. He wrote out a
quick note before attaching it to Sharp and sending the gold off to
E'lis with his note hoping his PapaE'lis had time it was simple and
read:

~~Papa do you have some free time? Can we meet up if you do?~~

*Kouga*

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Just One Green Now (attn: Vofali, Kl'ryn)

Mya L. R.
 

Sengroth was calm, a calm lump of brown sitting on their ledge.  More calm than Kl'ryn had initially expected when he'd told him that he wasn't allowed to chase greens anymore until Seisilth rose again.  But there was so much that'd happened in the last few days before Kl'ryn made that decision.  He made sure to wait until a time that Vofali probably would've left the daughter in the creche before instructing Sengroth to contact Seisilth.

{{Seisilth.  Yer ledge need 'nother on it?  Mine wants ta come see Yers.}}


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

Mya L. R.
 


On Mon, May 18, 2020 at 5:57 AM Amy Frazey <amyfrazey9@...> wrote:
Almora followed M'lex into the creche, looking in the direction he pointed. The little girl wasn't familiar, but Almira nodded after giving Xellexne a good look. "I'll just go over and introduce myself, then. It looks like she's been having a very good time."

"She seems to have a lot of those at this age.  That says something about those her age, or about the creche, I'm not too sure which."  M'lex chuckled a little before falling silent, looking at his daughter another moment.  Part of him knew he had to go get cleaned up since there were still other things he needed to do, but he wanted to take in the scene for as long as he could.
 

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Re: Squeaky clean (attn Myatka, Nerenth)

Mya L. R.
 

Dull?  Myatka thought about that for a moment, unsure what that translated into as a physical sensation.  Mental sensation, though, he felt that everytime that he tried studying his multiplication homework.  It wasn’t a pleasant sensation that way either.  He cleaned the wing a bit more before he spoke again.  “How does the wing feel now?”  

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Re: Have Something to Tell You atten: Ko'ssen/Kassia

Rosiegirl
 

Ko'ssen was in his office not long before dinner, his 2nd day as Weyrlingmaster, working on looking over some lessons when a flit popped out from *between* sending a blast of frigid air over him that made the papers on his desk flutter a little bit. Putting down what he was reading, Ko'ssen quickly retrieved the message and gave the flit a small bite of a nearby meatroll he'd not finished from earlier before the flit disappeared. Unrolling the message, Ko'ssen's eyebrows raised as he saw it was Kassia needing to speak with him. He wondered at how soon she was needing to talk with him again, they'd unofficially scheduled a chat for any ideas and to see how he was doing for a couple sevendays...so what was going on now?

Still, it wouldn't do to keep the Weyrwoman waiting. Unsure if she was wanting some of his ideas *now* instead of in a couple sevendays, Ko'ssen gathered together into a folder a few hides that detailed out a few of the ideas he'd had (the hides with *less* of the scratch out marks as he worked through the ideas), and quickly headed out of the office. Going to the Caverns where she'd directed his long legs took him there quickly and before too long he was nodding to the guards outside the door, his wingrider knots having already been replaced by Weyrlingmaster knots, and he said "Here to see the Weyrwoman, when she's available." 

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On Wed, May 20, 2020 at 10:04 AM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:
Kassia hated to give the new Weyrling Master so much bad news after he just started, but some things she just couldn't avoid. She could at least avoid subjecting him to a grumpy Foreth by sending him a flit to come meet her at the Caverns when he had a chance, which she did. And then she went back to work and waited.