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Re: Oh Faranth it was on my Hand! (attn: D'vik, Micaya)

Mya L. R.
 

On Thu, May 28, 2020 at 10:22 PM Alyx <scottish.wolfecary@...> wrote:
D'vik pushed the door the rest of the way open and looked inside curiously. He spotted the young woman on the chair, and looked around, a moment later he spotted the spinner near the floor. He stepped into the room and asked quietly "You alright, didn't get bit did you? Some of those things have a nasty bite." He seemed utterly calm, but of course a spinner wasn't nearly as scary as thread and he faced that all the time.

The 'nasty bite' made her remember that it'd brushed against her hand and turned her stomach once more, making her grimace in disgust.  "I felt..."  She swallowed her as though keeping down something that wanted to come up.  "Felt it against my hand.  I...I didn't feel pain or anything."  Micaya raised the hand to look at, then immediately decided that the thing that'd been up against the spinner was way too close to her face and extended her arm away from her.
 

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Re: GATHER: Callamere Stall - Firelizards (NPC Giselle/Nevena)

Mya L. R.
 


On Mon, Jun 1, 2020 at 9:43 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
She liked that the woman was taking things on board. It didn't reek of an impulsive decision. "I'd be happy for you to look over an adult of each if that would help too. I appreciate that it's no small investment so I would like you to be entirely happy with your decision."

"Oh that would be wonderful...if you have the time to show me them that is?"  Nevena added that last part as she glanced over her shoulder to see if there was anyone impatient waiting behind her by now.  
 

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Re: Lots of Good Things Are Brown (T'eko, S'nen)

Steelsilver
 

"I agree, though I'm more inclined to a bronze." S'nen answered. "And then perhaps a gold, later on." He shrugged. "If I do get a firelizard, it'll be a Callamere."


Re: GATHER: Callamere Stall - Firelizards (NPC Giselle/S'nen)

Steelsilver
 

"Because bronzes are the finest of the male draconics." S'nen answered. "And I've the marks, and I've been interested in Callamere since I arrived down here. The difference between them and the wild beasts is.. exceptional."


Re: GATHER: Callamere Stall - Firelizards (NPC Giselle/V'rex)

Steelsilver
 

"I- I was thinking companion, Lady, companion and messenger if needed." V'rex answered honestly. "What would- would be the best color for that?"


[Gather]: Of Many Meetings (ATTN: Rennitz, Trifali, Any)

Jessica Freise
 

It was the fare of firelizards that tipped her off. Like some beautiful living picture, they dove and soared above a point in the gather. Following them, she found her new friend.

"Hey, Rennitz!"


Can *you* help *me*? (ATTN: Nyzara, Tyne)

Jessica Freise
 

The mess of furs, clothing, and miscellaneous items that her beautiful Flare had used to try to nest in her office had brought something home to the Mindhealer. She needed help. She needed knowledge. She needed Tyne.

"Lady Tyne?" she called, pausing outside of the disused weyr that a Healer Apprentice had led her to.


Re: A Helping Hand (ATTN: Kassia, Trifali)

Jessica Freise
 

Cheeerfully, Fali turned. She left the Weyrwoman long enough to retrieve a glass and a pitcher of red fruit juice, slipping into a seat across from Kassia upon her return once she'd poured the Weyrwoman her first glass.

"Can I get you anything else?"

On May 31, 2020, at 11:47 AM, sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:

"Ah, hello Trifali," Kassia said. The anti-nausea stuff wasn't working as well that morning and she'd had to get away from the smell of fish. "I could use a bit more juice, actually."


Re: Break Time Familiar Face (Diagir, V'drare)

Jessica Freise
 

It was a wonderful gather, but V'drare had looked for familiar faces, feeling somewhat overwhelmed. When he found one, he grinned and approached the man through the crowd.

"Diagir!" he called.

On Jun 1, 2020, at 1:53 AM, Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:

Taking a break from selling his wher goggles, Diagir was walking about the gather to experience being wherless for an extended time. He missed his pair greatly, especially since they were in the kennel instead of being in their dens back at the hall. It was what Master Insera thought best, so Diagir would do it. He wanted to check on his pair but held himself back. 
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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)

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

Jessica Freise
 

Nyzara had misstepped and knew it. Her lips compressed into a frown of her own as she took in the other's words, then nodded to herself.

"I apologize for the offense I caused, Lady Tyne. It won't happen again. However, I woud l ike to see you again in a few days...." she trailed off, then asked quietly. "If you haven't gotten so far, why worry about the future when the present could be simply wonderful? This man sounds, from the few things you've said, like someoen who will take all of you, as you are."

On Jun 1, 2020, at 8:49 AM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

The question both surprised and annoyed Tyne. She would have thought that it was fairly obvious that she was being diplomatic in the language she was using in order to be polite. Was she annoyed because the woman had missed the obvious or more annoyed that she seemed to have glossed over the statement that held the real whisper of her concern? Tyne wasn't sure. But when she spoke again, there was a definite edge to her tone, a coolness that had been starting to slip away but was now firmly back in place.

"I was attempting to politely tell you that we have only recently taken the step to start humping like animals without going into unnecessary detail. I assumed you and your gaggle of colleagues would need to know." Tyne said, further annoyed that her irritation made her crude. Rude or not, she was contemplating whether to walk out of there. Because as far as Tyne was concerned, this newbie was in over her head when it came to dealing with complexities like hers.

On Sat, May 30, 2020 at 1:44 AM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"I since some hesitation, some haulting tone in your voice. What did you think of just now?"

On May 23, 2020, at 4:46 AM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

Tyne was fairly sure that a lot of Holders would disagree with that. There was very much a predefined idea as to what a "normal" relationship was meant to look like. Normally one man, one woman - not counting the ones on the side - and a plethora of children with more on the way. The question about love was clearly unexpected, surprise registering on her face. "I don't think we're well established enough to have that conversation. It's a very new thing. We've only just recently turned a corner in terms of our... physical intimacy."

Even now, after having been a Rider herself having lived in Weyrs for almost half of her life, sex - or rather, talking about it - still made her uncomfortable. The last vestiges of her Hold upraising still firmly in place. Tyne had never been bawdy, never been one to casually sit and discuss her private affairs. And that hadn't changed. "Which means we haven't had the conversation about whether or not I can have children without losing my mind and murdering them all in their sleep."

On Wed, May 20, 2020 at 9:21 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"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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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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GATHER: Wher's Day Out (Tamalak/Chato, Kalain/Sleek, various.

Laurie
 

The first day of the Gather was a blast. Tamalak and Kalain had made sure to play with Chato and Sleek early in the morning. They played them hard so they would sleep all day while they were out. And it worked! The whelps were none the wiser when the boys came back, tired but happy. They’d even brought some treats with them, to make up for being gone--not that the tunnelwhers even noticed they were gone. Chato, though, noticed all the fun-food smells covering Tam when he woke up.


~Where you go?~ the wher asked.


“There’s a Gather, and Kalain and I went.” Chato was able to get a sense of what was going on by reading Tamalak’s mind. And it looked like a lot of fun.


~Sleek and I go with tomorrow,~ Chato said with conviction.


“No, you won’t. There are a lot of people there, and most are afraid of whers.”


~Sleek and I not normal.~ Chato was proud of this.


Tamalak sighed. “And that’s why you can’t go. People will either be afraid of you, or point at you and try to touch you. You won’t like it.”


Chato huffed. He knew he’d like it.


The next morning Tam and Kalain did the same thing. But they didn’t notice their whers held back, and when they left, both were still awake.


Sneaky whers. They’d snuck off once and it’d been FUN. And now they were missing out on fun. Kalain and Tam had told them so. How could they be left out?


~Sleek and Chato go fun~ Sleek said. She’d been watching them open and close the kennel doors and after a bit of working at it, she had the kennel door unlocked and then Chato’s. ~Go fun.~ She set off toward the sound of the Gather.


~More fun than Tam or ‘Lain,~ Chato agreed, running beside her. ~Surprise them. After fun.~ 


The smells were delicious, and people were clumsy. They ran in the more shaded parts when they reached the Gather, which was good for them in two ways: Less people, since they were behind the carts and exhibits, and darker. A third bonus was that was where the food vendors threw the sub-standard and ruined food. Chato didn’t care that there was some dirt on sweet fried dough. It was still delicious. 


~Try this,~ he said, nosing a kebob to Sleek. ~Yummy.~


Sleek was happy to take the rest of the delicious meaty treat and then nose around for more until the unhappy stall owner, less intimidated by young whers, chased them off.


~Mean twolegs~ Sleek growled even as she slunk off, one last bite of castoff meat in her mouth.


Of course even in the back and shade, they were starting to attract some attention. Not only as young whers loose at the Gather, but as *weird* whers at the Gather. And a gold and bronze at that. Sleek wasn’t sure if she liked the attention or not and she sped her movements along.


~Lots twolegs.~ she said worriedly.


Chato agreed, but he was not going to admit Tam had been right to leave them behind. ~Maybe find Tam and ‘Lain?~ he said. ~Or go in there?~


Ahead was a tent, which promised to be dark and less crowded. He also smelled some live not-twolegs in there, though some he didn’t know what they were. ~Smells strange.~


It did smell strange...and yet familiar. Familiar enough to be almost comforting, with something over top. But it was dark and it’d be cool in there and quiet.


~Sleek and Chato go see.~ Sleek pushed past him and into the tent. There they passed things like the kennels, but more open and with creatures that looked similar to what they were used to, but not the same at the same time. One of those things Kalain called a canine with things coming out of its back stood at the beginning. And something else he’d never seen that growled and lashed its tail with stripes.


Chato stopped to look at the growly thing and it roared at him. ~Scary!~ he said, jumping off the ground for a second. He ran to another cage and whined. Inside was a gold wher, like Lustre only bigger, and it had six legs. But two didn’t look right.


~Who dat?~ he asked. He knew there were other whers in the weyr, but none smelled like this one. She smelled like despair, and sadness, and longing.


He also noticed she couldn’t lay down. Whoever had put her in the cage had wanted her legs to all be seen, so there was a harness holding her up. ~Why dat?~ he said. 


The gold’s nose had lifted the second she caught the new scents in the tent, taking deep and noisy breaths. ((Who there?!)) she demanded, swinging her head to look around as best she could in the contraption that held her up.


~Chato. And Sleek,~ Chato said helpfully. ~Quiet in here. Outside noisy. Lots people. Why you there?~ 


He and Sleek were from the Wherhall. No one put whers in cages there, unless they had a good reason for it. Actually, he’d never seen a wher in a cage. So it was foreign to him that she would be confined.


The closet to a cage the Wherhall got were the kennels and they were big and comfortable and more like dens than cages. This...this was sad, if Sleek could have put a word to it. She whined. This wasn’t right. Nothing was right here. This wasn’t safe at all.


Sleek crouched down and backed up. ~Sleek and Chato leave. Not good.~ Her fronds twitched nervously and she turned to nuzzle at Chato, some of the fronds wrapping around his for comfort.


The gold fidgeted, clearly annoyed with the harness she was forced to wear as she inspected the two pups. (( You not like Gold Girl, )) she announced with haughty derision. (( You like Green Stone! Why here? Not Green Stone’s pups!)) Already the gold had made a decision, perturbed by these interlopers. (( Mar’no come! Mar’no come Gold Girl! Strangers! ))


Chato leaned into Sleek for comfort, but when the gold started calling for hers, he reared back. ~She make Lustre look nice,~ he said to Sleek. ~We go now!~ This time he led the way, going for the first opening he could find...which was suddenly blocked by a strange person who smelled bad.


He turned and ran right into Sleek. ~We need go. Sorry. We need go,~ he babbled.


Sleek grunted and tried to wheel around herself, but the man held the tent flap open enough to let the light in and with their sensitive eyes and no protection on she was half-blinded. She squealed and couldn’t figure out what way to go.


~Which way? Which way?~ She ran and ended up going back toward the weird gold wher where at least it was darker.


“What’s all the noise ab --- Feckin’ Faranth, where did they come from?!” The annoyed voice of the male that appeared at the tent - Marleno, hopped back as Chato almost collided with them. “Feckin’ wher pups!” He swore before turning on the gold in the cage. “Make ‘em stop Girl. Do it!”


The gold grumbled, her upper lip curling in a ghost of a snarl at the man. But she knew better than not to comply. (( You STOP. )) she insisted, her mind-voice to the whelps layered with command only a gold knew. (( You stop NOW. ))


Chato whined and crouched on the floor and whined. ~Why you so mean?~ he asked. A small part of him hoped that Sleek could at least get away. She was a gold, but they were young. He shivered on the floor, wanting to be back at the Wherhall. 

In his fright he never even thought to call for Tam, though part of that could have been the compulsion. 


The gold wasn’t a tunnelwher gold, but they were young and Sleek hadn’t come into her own yet so instinct still won out. It was close enough and she was scared. That the gold couldn’t get out to attack didn’t seem to be the point. The adult said stop, so she stopped. She still grumbled about it even as her body quaked a bit.


~Sleek and Chato want to leave!~ she protested. ~Why keep us here? Let us go!~


(( Not mean. In charge. Gold Girl say no go. Whelps stay. )) There was the distinct impression that the gold didn’t like what she had been told to do but knew the consequence of disobeying as the man stepped forward, bending down first over Sleek and then Chato. “Faranth’s golden arse, it’s them rock wher things. A feckin’ Queen too. Oy, Lowric! Lowric get in here!” The man’s bellow rang out of the tent for the Apprentice and he was already reaching for the rope he kept slung around his shoulders. “Tell ‘em to not move. Make sure they know it.”


There was a sigh from the gold, (( No move. Sit still now. No move. ))


Chato didn’t want to not move. He wanted to move very much, but the thousands of Turns of conditioning kept him still. Instead, he whined. A lot. 


A hint of his whining reached Tamalak as he and Kalain were checking out the games of chance. He knew that these games were fixed, but they were fun. And he could at least get a small prize, even if he couldn’t get the big one. 


He was trying a ring toss game: attempting to toss a wooden hoop over a barrel about an inch smaller than the interior of the hoop. Possible, but not likely. He felt Chato whine as he was throwing his last hoop.


~What’s wrong, Chato?~ he asked, then frowned. ~Where are you?~ A slightly stupid question to ask, except he didn’t feel like he was at the Wherhall Kennels.


“Hey, you won!” the kid manning the booth said in surprise, but Tam wasn’t listening to him. Chato was silent, but he got a sense of a dark tent and a darker presence above him.


“Kalain, see if Sleek is OK,” he said. “Chato’s whining, and I don’t think he’s at the kennels. Something was thrust in his arms but he barely noticed as he watched his friend.


“What?” the question caught Kalain off guard as he was in the middle of tossing his own ring. He frowned and probed at Sleek who he was surprised to find was awake at all.

~Sleek?~


~Want to leave, ‘lain~ Sleek said. ~Big gold stop us from leaving.~


“Big gold?” Kalain said it out loud and in his head with rising confusion and panic. “What big gold? Where are you? Tam, what’s going on?”


~Stuck! Sleek stuck!~


~Chato, Sleek, what big gold?~ Tam asked, reaching out to both whers. Since he and Kalain were so close, and Chato and Sleek were close, he could hear Sleek as easily as he could Chato. With the added benefit of no headache from prolonged contact with a wher not his.


Chato looked into the gold wher’s eyes. ~That big gold,~ he said, sending a picture back. 


~You. Who are you and why are you keeping my whers from leaving?~ he asked Gold Girl. A tiny lie, but technically Sleek belonged to the weyr that Tam belonged to…


“Looks like there’s a gold wher in a dark place somewhere around here,” he said to Kalain, keeping an ear out for all three whers. “I’m trying to see what’s happening, but like I said, it’s dark. We need to find them!”


“Mar’ I have told you  before, you don’t sharding interrupt when I’m getting th’...” The new voice was younger, a lot younger but had the sharp edge of someone used to bossing people around. However it ground to a halt and when it spoke again, there was a decisive edge. “Rope ‘em.” 


Quick as a wink, Marleno had slung ropes around the bodies of both whers and tugged the pups up onto their feet with a practiced snap of the rope. “Where do you want them,” Marleno asked and the new voice, Lowric, spoke again. “Cage out back. One the old feline was in that died last month. Shove ‘em in and put covers over the top. Get your beast to keep them quiet.” A thumb was jerked in the direction of Gold Girl and a tall, weaselly looking young man bent down to inspect the faces of Sleek and Chato. “Barnum is gonna love this.”


At the new voice in her thoughts, Gold Girl suddenly gnashed and groaned, tossing her head as though pained, moving heavily in her cage. (( Out head! Out! )) It was a mental groan and Marleno looked at her curiously. “What’s the gripe you silly beast? Stop thrashing or you’ll have the cage over!” 


But Gold Girl didn’t, grunting as she curled back her lips and growled. ((No talk! Out head! No talk Strangers! )) The gold abruptly jumped as Lowric thumped a heavy kosh against the bars, making them rattle. “Pack it in and keep these two quiet!”


At the rope Sleek howled and thrashed. This was some stranger putting a rope on her, not her ‘lain. She was young, but big enough to give a fight and she was loud enough to upset the canine and the wild feline.

~Let go!~ LEETTT GOOOO!~

Kalain gasped and put his hand over his ears as if it could drown out the mental voice.

“Feck, we have to find them, Tam! They have her! They have her tied up!”


Tam was getting it double, along with a strange wher yelling at him. “Flash! Go get Insera!” he cried as Chato tried to bite the hand of the bad smelling two-legs. But that one didn’t smell nearly as bad as the new one. 


Chato howled, and backed up, kicking against the feline’s cage. The door opened, and like a shot from a crossbow it was gone. 


In a flash of genius, Tam called out to Brogan. Actually, he called out to any wher within mindshot.


~Someone’s hurting Sleek and Chato!~ he called out. ~At the Gather.~ 


Brogan had always been a favorite of his, since it was because of him he went into the whercraft. Hopefully Brogan felt the same about him.


Another clatter of the kosh on the cage. “Shut them up!” The man known as Lowric swore loudly and jumped aside as the felines streaked past him and Marleno growled at the girl. “Do it. Shut them up!” He was hauling on the ropes, roughly dragging the wherpups with him.


(( Quiet *now*. No noise. *Quiet*! )) The gold forced her will on Sleek and Chato, ordering them to obey, ordering their silence. But it was clear that she wasn’t happy about it.


The gold had told them to be quiet, but not to stop fighting, so Sleek only fought harder. She snapped and jumped and bucked against the ropes, but two more people showed up and more ropes appeared until she was tied and unable to move. Between multiple people she was lifted and carried toward the cage in the back while the others worked on Chato. Eventually Sleek gave up fighting. She’d have whimpered if she could have, instead she laid limp.


~Sleek and Chato hurt! ~ Brogan passed to Kassia as she headed back to the Weyr with M’gal. ~Someone hurt those whers!~


“What? Hold on.” Kass put her hand on M’gal’s arm. ~Get more information, Brogan.”


~What happen?~ Brogan sent back to Tam.


Meanwhile Insera was settled relaxing at the Wherhall stall when the flit appeared all upset. “What’s wrong?”


M’gal stopped and didn’t ask questions. The look on Kassia’s face had him worried---she never took that expression when things were fine.


~Kalain and I left Sleek and Chato in the kennels. They must have gotten out somehow--they feel close, but somewhere dark. They’ve been tied up.~ Unashamed, Tam blinked tears back even as he heard the gold wher command Chato to keep quiet. 


~There’s a gold wher telling them to keep quiet, and we don’t know where they are, but it’s dark. Maybe a tent?~ 


He heard screams and thought he saw some large felines run by. ~Watch out, there are big felines loose. I wonder if they’re related.~


Flash, meanwhile, was at a distinct disadvantage since he rarely talked to someone else. He placed a forepaw on Insera’s arm and looked in her eyes, trying to show her the Gather from Tamalak’s point of view, and his fear because his flit-eater had been hurt. Or taken. It was at the Gather, and it was bad, and Tamalak was upset.


Brogan just wasn’t that smart to translate the whole conversation, but he did his best. ~Sleek  and Chato whers leave Tam and ‘lain. Twolegs hurt. Somewhere dark. Lost.~ 


“Okay, okay. Tell Tam and Kalain to meet at the front of the Gather. I’ll get some guards.” Kass grabbed M’gal’s hand. “We need to get some guards.”


Insera got flashes of images of Tam and confusion in the Gather. It was enough for her to reach for Sorrel. 


“Sorrel, find out what’s wrong with Tam.”


~Tam, what wrong?~


Oh, thank Faranth. Another one. He’d hesitated to talk to Insera’s wher, because she was his teacher. Brogan was merely another wher. If he’d stopped to think, he would have realized just how silly he was being. Bespeaking Sorrel would have been the more prudent move.


~Chato and Sleek got out. They’re here, and someone else has them.~ He did learn from his mistakes. He was too detailed with Brogan. He probably should have been more detailed with Sorrel. 


“Sorrel and Brogan know now. And Brogan said to meet Kassia by the entrance. I think she’s getting guards.”


M’gal reached out and took Kassia’s hand. “I’ll go get the guards while you go find Kalain,” he said. They weren’t that far away--he could get them quickly.


“Hurry,” Kassia told M’gal. She took her own guard toward the front gate.


Meanwhile Sorrel was passing on the message to Insera.


“Can you get anything more specific from Sleek and Chato? Any images?” Insera asked.


~Show more?~ Sorrel asked.


~Chato, Sleek, can you show anything else?~ Tam said.


Chato was miserable, and he couldn’t even huddle in misery. They were trussed like wherrys and stuck in a cage. In another cage near them was a green like Darling Girl, but not as pretty or healthy. One of his fronds reached out to Sleek’s, twining with hers. 


~In cage. Ugly men captured us.~ He showed Tamalak the weasely guy, and the other one. ~Girl wher called other Mar’on. Maybe you find?~ He couldn’t think of anything else, then had a flash of insight. ~Canine looked weird.~ He showed Tamalak the canine with wings. 


“How would a canine get wings?” Tamalak asked out loud. “That makes no sense.”


~Canine looked like this. Ask Sleek. She tell.~


Sleek showed a picture of the weird gold with the extra legs. Just then there was a scream. Kalain looked behind him and  a striped wild feline streaked past down the aisle from Tam and Kalain.


“That can’t be a coincidence. They have to be back that way. You go look that way, I’m going to go get the Weyrwoman and the guards.”


Tam nodded, and followed the trail of destruction. He could feel like he was getting closer; Chato and Sleek felt close. It could be his imagination; then he saw colorful posters showing a man swallowing a flaming sword, a woman in wings on a trapeze...and a six-legged wher. 


“Ah-ha!” he said. The next picture was of a canine with wings. He ah-ha’d again. Then he saw a weaselly looking man coming out of a tent. Waiting until the man was gone, he went in.


It was dark. There were a couple cages laying on their sides, and these, he assumed, were where the felines came from. A miserable-looking gold wher was being forced to stand in her cage. Because her extra pair of legs were fake. He scowled. 


“Hey, Lady, talk to me,” he said gently, careful not to touch the cage. He wanted to reach in and pet her, but that could easily lose him a hand. “You know my friends, Chato and Sleek.  Where are they? We can take you away, too,” he offered. “You don’t deserve this treatment.”


The freak-show had been a sudden flurry of activity. The cage that Sleek and Chato had been unceremoniously thrown into was hastily covered with sheets and deliberately moved in amongst the others so that it was less obvious. A couple of the guards had shot out after the escaped felines, raising crossbows and swearing as the beasts ducked into a nearby field and began sprinting across, jubilant to feel springy grass beneath their paws.


Lowric and Marleno, their new “assets” in hand, had abruptly left the tent in order to bring some semblance of order to their camp. Several performers ran up, clearly about to ask questions but abruptly turned tail and walked off again at the look on Lowric’s face.


As quiet settled about the tent, the gold had slumped in her harness. She wasn’t happy but a growl came from her when she spotted Tamalak. (( Not here. Go’way! Gold Girl says go’way! )) It was a paltry attempt of being fierce, her eyes whirling masses of orange and yellow, unaware of the abject and utter misery she projected into the young man’s mind, not knowing that he would hear it all, even the words she didn’t know how to say.


Kalain reached the front entrance as Kassia did. “They’re that way,” he said.


“We’re just waiting on guards,” Kass said. “M’gal went to get them.


Meanwhile Insera recognized the weird side show and was rounding up a couple of guards with whers hanging about the Wherhall tent as well.


M’gal returned with the guards, red faced and flushed. The guards were also breathing heavily, but their faces were grim and they waited for Kassia’s instructions.


For the second time that day, tears came to Tamalak’s eyes. “Gold Girl,” he said quietly, “You’re a good wher. I know you don’t mean any harm, and whoever you’re bonded to doesn’t deserve you. We can give you a much better home back at the Weyr.” He sighed and looked around the tent. The one thing he wanted to do was the one thing he shouldn’t--open the cage and let Gold Girl out. The last thing the Gather needed was an unhappy wher along with the felines.


“At least take your compulsion off our whers so they can answer me,” he asked quietly. Raising his voice, he called for them. “Sleek! Chato! Are you back here?”


Unhappy or not, she had been given an order. And Gold Girl had learned, as the old scars on her legs showed, that she had learned the hard way when she didn’t do as she was told. Why should she trust kindness? Kindness had been used before, as a cruel way to mask cruelty. Kindness couldn’t be trusted because Gold Girl knew that the whip would follow.


(( Through back. Through flaps. Stranger look there. ))


“Thank you. And you will be helped,” Tamalak said. He might get in trouble for it, but he was going to help that poor wher. No one should treat their wher like that.


He went through the back flaps, and stared in dismay at all the cages. What kind of meat market was this place selling? He’d heard of this place before, but never as something heinous. But there were covered cages, rustling, and the smell. Oh, Faranth! The smell. 


He quicly went down the rows, yanking covers off cages and looking in the eyes of various beasts. Normal canines and felines. Tunnelsnakes. Wherries. A few wher-pups, some wher eggs, and…


“Chato! Sleek!” He looked inside the cage in dismay. His beloved tunnel-wher, his sweet and playful Chato, was wrapped up like a meatroll. He opened the cage and began to untie their bonds.


Sleek started struggling against the bonds as soon as she saw Tam. She wagged her tail in excitement and her fronds stood straight out.


On the other side of the Gather, help was on the way. From one direction Insera came with Sorrel, while from the front Kassia came with M’gal and her guards. 


Flash popped into the tent and chittered at Tam, letting him know help was on the way.


“You know where I’m at,” he said. “Lead them here. They need to see this.” He got Sleek unfettered first, then moved on to Chato. If Kalain had been there, he would have taken his own, but Sleek was scared enough without having to stay tied up one moment longer.


As his eyes scanned the cages, he saw Darling Girl. “Is Darling Girl here too?” he asked. 


~No. ~ Chato looked over at the cage. ~Not ‘ling Girl. Stone.~


“Oy, oy!” Came a loud and clearly annoyed voice coming out of the one of the tents as Lowric stepped out to face the gathering assembly. “This section is for the caravan only. You’re not allowed in ‘ere. Clear out. The lot of you.” The young man glared sullenly at them, fingering the kosh at his belt as Marleno stepped out behind him, “He’s right, this part’s private for us folk only. You want the main tent over there. The girls are about to come out.”

(( In here! In here! In here! ))


The sudden mental bellow, accompanied by a wher’s howl was unexpected and klaxon-like. Gold Girl could smell the strangers gathering outside, could sense the anxious tension on the air. Something was afoot. Something to do with these strangers and their strange pups.


Tam heard GoldGirl, but he needed to finish untying his own whers. 


“There!” he said, undoing the last knot. He turned to go, but thought better of it. “Sleek, if I let the green out, she doesn’t look too good, could you get her to follow you?” He didn’t want to waste an opportunity like getting another one of these whers. He was also going to let Gold Girl out of her confinement. Gather be threaded, no wher deserved this.


~Sleek take Stone.~ she said, shaking herself out now that she was free. She gave a huff of relief, but her fear hadn’t entirely evaporated.


Tamalakl opened Stone’s cage. “You need to come with us,” he said softly. “ You need medical attention--I don’t think they’re feeing you right. These are Sleek and Chato. They’ll be taking care of you.” No one else was in the tent, so he felt safe going back to the front where Gold Girl was. 


“I’m letting you out,” he said to her. “I know you don’t belong to me, but you don’t look comfortable. I’d like you to come back with us. And I’d really like you to not hurt me.” He didn’t think she would; she was being forced to do all kinds of demeaning stuff, and her Bonded seemed to be alive. 


He unhooked the sling, then carefully took the apparatus--heavy--holding the legs off. “Shards,” he said in disgust. “This is just obscene.” 


~Sorrel? Brogan? Are you close? I sent Flash to look for you and lead you here. We’re bringing out a couple of friends.~


The gold snapped, but it was the defiant posturing of an animal blustering. The behaviour of convincing they were big and strong and scary. Even the sound of the cage door opening had seen the animal pushing back in the harness, flinching away from a blow she expected to come, only to regard Tamalak with suspicion when it didn’t. The distrust would have been palpable, a prickling, roiling mass of emotion as she grunted and stamped, her small wings flaring as she  blustered at Tamalak. There were no words, just a bubbling wave of emotion. Tamalak would have felt it all.


~Stone come with Sleek and Chato~ Sleek called to the green tunnelwher while outside help arrived.


Insera and Sorrel came up first with a couple of guards with whers and Kassia and M’gal with Kalain and a few regular guards. The whole group barged into the tent and looked around.


“Tam?” Insera called.


As the group barrelled past, Lowric looked murderous. “You can’t feckin’ go in there!!” he bellowed, nudging Marleno hard. “Go get Barnum. NOW idiot!” Marleno jogged off towards the larger caravan, shouting for the caravan leader as he did.


“In here,” Tam called back,. He felt like he was surrounded by whers. Actually, he was. And oddly enough, it made him feel safe.


“All of you are going to be fine,” Tamalak said. “I’ll take care of you.”


“Fan out,” Insera said. The guards and their whers began to spread out while Kassia and her guards took up the rear.


Sleek, sensing Kalain nearby, broke free and sprinted through the group toward her handler. ~’lain! ‘Lain! Sleek and Chato here!~


Good, Kalain was safe. He didn’t know why he thought that-he’d been the one to go into a strange tent, after all. But Kalain was his best friend and he didn’t want anything to happen to him.


Chato wanted to go greet Kalain too, but he wanted to stay by Tam. He pressed up against Tam’s leg, almost making the boy stumble. Tam reached down and pet him. ~Chato good boy. Gold Girl good girl. Stone good girl,~ he reinforced the two strange whers, trying to keep them calm.


The gold huffed, whuffling noisily at the air. As Chato appeared, she lowed softly, a deep, bellowing sound that didn’t have the volume of a roar. If anything it was more akin to that of a bovine calling for her young. (( Strangers no out! Strangers hide! Mar’no no see! ‘Ric no see! Strangers hide! )) Gold Girl was agitated, flinching every time Tamalak’s hands brushed near her and she chomped at the air,  baring her teeth and continuing to chunter and growl noisily. Fear. There was so much fear. Fear that the two-legs couldn’t be trusted. Fear that it was all a trick.


“Insera, you need to get in here now,” Tam called, holding his head. He didn’t know how much more he could take of her projecting her fear. He needed a stronger handler.


Insera followed the call with Sorrel at her side. She came to a stop at the sight of the gold. Sorrel sniffed at her curiously.


~This wher Sorrel. Who wher?~ he called. 


“Easy,” Insera called projecting calmly. 


Kalain came back with her, Sleek with him and returning to press against Chato’s side. ~’Sera no hurt Gold Girl. ‘Sera good. Tam good. ‘Lain good.~


Suddenly surrounded by strange whers was creating a strange combination of curiosity and trepidation. But the experienced eyes of Insera would likely realise there was another reason the gold was leaning heavily against the cage side instead of moving freely. Her hind legs were withered and weak looking. So the gold relied on vocal intimidation rather than free moving aggression. The young two-leg, though he piqued her curiosity by being able to speak to her, was nervous. But this older one, they were calmer and the wher eyed Insera warily.


(( Am Gold Girl…. )) It was offered hesitantly, cautiously. But the presence of an adult, healthy male had caught the gold’s attention. It was only natural. (( Why here? Not ‘llowed! ))


Tam had to laugh. “None of us are allowed here,” he said. “But Chato looks to me, and Sleek looks to Kalain there, and we couldn’t let them be put in cages. Or taken away from us. Right?”


~Get Gold Girl free ~ Sorrel said. “We’re going to get you out of here,” Insera said, having the benefit of only Sorrel’s side of the conversation. At least the gold wasn’t attacking, but it looked like she’d have a hard time to do it to start with given the state of her hind legs.


“Hurry up,” Kassia called from out front.


Free. That was a word she hadn’t felt in a long, long time. Dreams like freedom had been given up on long ago when the cage doors remained firmly locked. The gold inspected Sorrel firmly, puffing up slightly like a gold issuing orders. (( New wher true? )) she had demanded of him, her mind-voice filled with the instruction that he was to be honest. That she was the gold and she was the one who was to be told the truth. Regardless of who he looked to.


Tam nodded to the curtain divinding the tent. “There are a bunch of where pups and eggs back there. I’m not sure if they’re on the up and up or what,” he added to Insera.


~’Sera take Gold Girl~ Sorrel said. ~Gold Girl come.~ It was true as far as he was concerned.


“Show me,” Insera said.


Tamalak took her back through the curtain so she could see the rows upon rows of cages, where there were all different animals. Cages of whers. Cages with wher eggs, though who knew if they’d hatch. Cages of canines, felines, wherries, even some chickens! Tunnelsnakes were in containers they couldn’t get out of. It was a mess.

Outside where Kassia was, M’gal stood next to her, looking around. He’d been inside the main tents and everything had looked fine. The performers were good, the exhibits were either horrendous or laughable. But this area seemed different somehow. He was going to go in after Insera, but didn’t want to leave Kass out alone. “Maybe we should go in too,” he whispered to her. He didn’t like the look of that one guy--looked like a tunnelsnake. Acted like one too.


Tentatively, Gold Girl took a clumsy step forward on legs that clearly weren’t all that used to not being cramped up in a cage. Suspicion still came off her in waves and if she had to, she’d die fighting. But even a wher as tired and afraid as she was could see the window of opportunity had opened. And she didn’t know how long for. (( Make safe. )) she demanded of Sorrell, lumbering heavily towards him.


“Feck,” Insera said. “This isn’t right at all. Who’s in charge all of this?” She motioned to guards near the whelp cages. “Start looking for whoever is in charge.”


Outside, Marleno had come back with Barnem, who looked around at the crowd, confused. “What’s going on here,” he asked, as if Marleno hadn’t said anything. He’d picked up Marleno over the past few Turns, and while Lowey was one of the next-generation Barnems-in-Training, this Barnem wasn’t happy with him.


M’gal stepped forward. “We have two young wherhandler apprentices who happened to Impress a new breed of wher. Their whers came to the Gather looking for them, and these two caged them.” He motioned inside the tent. “One of our more senior journeyman handlers is in there now--one of our boys called her in because something’s wrong inside.” His voice had gotten grim.


“And before you go accusing our apprentices of making things up, remember who you’re talking to.” The Weyrleader mantle may have been taken off of him, but he still wore its ghost.


Barnem had paled at the mention of things in the tent. This area--he stayed away from. He didn’t want to know what was going on in here. “It seems that my associates,” he glared at Lowric and Marleno, “have been doing things behind my back. I’ll have them arrested. Please, have a look inside and tell me what you want to do.”


Once events calmed down, Marleno and Lowey were arrested for ‘training’ and trafficking in fighting animals, a side business they had started without Barnem’s knowledge (or so he said.) 


Tamalak, Kalain and Insera headed back to the Wherhall. This Gather was ended for the boys.





Re: Going over the new schematics (Aulian/Reitz)

Ren
 

"But if I transfer to Dragonhealing, there's no guarantee I'll be able to work with whers," Reitz countered with a frown. "That's what I'd rather do instead of work with full-on dragons. My da and ma breed and raise whers and I want to follow in their footsteps. Ah, maybe less breeding, but I wanna work with whers and train them to do useful things. I just thought your healing lectures were particularly interesting."
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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)

Are you afraid of the dark? Come play in the Shadow...


Re: Do Unto Others (N'met, Aulian, any)

Ren
 

"Yes, sir," N'met nodded to Aulian and went to where his deagon had the kids penned up. Abartth had moved them to his paws so that he could lay down and rest his old bones. "Alright, gentlement!" N'met barked in a voice he used when his grandsons had really stepped in it. "I want your names and your crecheminder's name. Best be quick about it, too- you're already in enough trouble as it is!"

Abartth moved his fingers so that the boy could see out but not escape. They were and had been crying with fear of punishment but it didn't phase N'met. One lad spoke up with hiccups in his voice.

"Maraten, sir," the boy whimpered. "I-I dunno the minder's name though."

"I'm not givin' you MY name!" A smaller boy snarled with a defiant pose despite the tears on his face. "Can't punish me if you don't know who I am."

The youngest child just plopped down and cried.
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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)

Are you afraid of the dark? Come play in the Shadow...


Re: GATHER: Callamere Stall - Firelizards (NPC Giselle/L'nix)

Ren
 

After a bit more thinking, eyes moving between the two firelizards and talking to his dragon, L'nix nodded. "Right. Slarkenth and I think that a green would be good for me. Honestly, that one you've got there is just so pretty, my eye is drawn to her. Are you able to tell which egg might be green, or is it a guess like with dragons?"
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Re: GATHER: Come see my sparkles, come buy my trinkets. (Ysolde/ Andronda)

Nutmeg
 

As much as Ysolde loved being a Candidate. there was something about being behind the stall at the Gather that infused her with energy and enthusiasm. Spotting the Goldrider approached the stall, Ysolde had greeted the woman with a cheerful "good Gather to you!" before leaving the woman to her browsing whilst she continued to tidy up one of the boards where necklaces hung. When the Goldrider spoke again and gestured to the necklace, Ysolde glanced quickly to see where it was hanging. It was one of the ones without a price tag, at least one on display and the girl picked up a ledger, scanning a finger down the page until she found the description she was looking for. It was one of her own pieces and she turned the page for Andronda to see the price. No, it wasn't as expensive as a metal wrought piece but it certainly wasn't one of the cheaper pieces. But at the same time, the lack of metal brought the price down into far more reasonable ranges. "There's a full gem description as well, ma'am. We can provide certificates of authenticity on all gems used."

OoC: As I am TERRIBLE with working out value, assume it's not one of the cheap and cheerful pieces and but not something eye bleedingly expensive like a metal piece would be. Give the intricacy of the thread detail and number of gem pieces - it would be in the middle-upper ranges so likely a few marks but not crazy like 20 or something :P

On Sun, May 31, 2020 at 4:15 PM Jerzy Tobin <jerzytobin@...> wrote:
> There was a huge array of items, rings, necklaces, bracelets, anklets, brooches, earrings, hair pieces, even a few ornate belts which were clearly designed to be decorative rather than practical. Ysolde’s style had even branched out to make a few small coin pouches and belt pouches and some elaborate, web-like pieces mounted on rings that could be hung on walls.. But they were ready, their wares were on sale and it was time to welcome the customers.
>
There was something about Gathers that just invigorated the spirit,
Andronda thought.  She loved the crowds, the sights and smells, all of
the wares on display.  Of course, having gotten lucky at with her bet
on the Arolos Cup had the gold rider in an even better mood, because
that was extra marks in her pocket for frivolities.  Especially
jewelry.  Andronda loved jewelry, and was always on the lookout for
new pieces to add to her collections.  So when she spotted the stall
selling a variety of pieces, she was quick to take a look at what was
on offer.  There were several pieces that caught her eye, but one in
particular drew her in immediately.

"Excuse me, but how much is that one there?" Andronda asked, pointing
at the necklace in question.


ooc: she's drawn to this one especially -
https://www.pinterest.co.uk/pin/753227106418724251/


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and loudly proclaiming: "F*** ME, that Rocked!!" -unknown

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Re: GATHER: Callamere Stall - Firelizards (NPC Giselle/S'nen)

Nutmeg
 

"And why a bronze?" Giselle was used to these questions. But they were fortunate enough to be able to be picky about who was allowed to purchase their livestock. Regardless of how much they were complimented.


On Fri, May 29, 2020 at 2:09 PM Alexander Nakano <theglitteryone2@...> wrote:
"No, fair Lady, but perhaps you could educate me on the creatures?" S'nen asked. "I've a fine dragon of my own, and he's as interested in a fine Callamere bronze as I."

On Fri, May 29, 2020, 1:48 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@... wrote:
Giselle set down the small crate she was carrying that contained the clay pots they sent their eggs away in and faced the Rider. "Ever owned a firelizard before?" She ask cheerfully.

On Fri, May 29, 2020 at 1:11 AM Alexander Nakano <theglitteryone2@...> wrote:
One trader caravan was eagerly awaited every Mid-Summer Gather and the Callamere compound was always a sight to see. The large paddocks housing the Callamere White runners - their coats glinting brightly in the morning sun as they tossed their heads and flicked their tails. Near that was the large, text like structure where the wher-pups for Bonding were available to be seen, watched over by Revai’s trio of golds and beyond that again was the firelizard stall - the roof of the open-fronted tent festooned with firelizards trilling their merry song, darting through the air like colourful flags.

This Turn, it was not Sythy manning the stall but rather her replacement, her younger sister Giselle, the blonde-haired woman the spitting image of her father, Riv. Tall but lean, her blonde hair braided and wearing a light blue belted tunic, she struck a cheerful figure as she carefully fussed over the trays of eggs that had been arranged and marked up with their colour and prices. On her shoulder, draped with casual elegance was the unmistakable shape of a Callamere gold firelizard who inspected her Mistress’s handiwork with a discerning eye.
When they were finally ready to go, the barriers were taken down, the gangway cleared and the stall was open to all!

S'nen spotted the firelizard booth almost immediately after he'd bet on the runners. How could he not, after all, when the stall was practically covered in the beasts? He strode over, nodded a greeting to the woman at the counter. "My duty to you, Lady." he offered. "I hear you're selling the finest creatures to be found anywhere on Pern." A flash of teeth in a quick smile. "I would be interested in purchasing one of them. Perhaps a bronze?"



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Re: GATHER: Shopping is Good for the Soul (Attn: Dytha, Mendl)

Nutmeg
 

OoC: Realised I had made some plans on days 1 and 2 so setting this early of day 3 :)

IC: The past couple of days had been a whirlwind. Between the first day of the Gather and having agreed to work the second, Dytha had entirely forgotten that she hadn't bought a dress for the Gather Dance. Although admittedly, she probably hadn't even though she was going so it was no surprise that everything in her small closet just wasn't really suitable enough for something as fancy she would like. And with an extra mark in her pocket, Dytha realised she had an opportunity to do something she didn't get to do very often - blatantly indulge.

So as it happened, she was literally just stepping out of her weyr when she spotted Mendl coming up the tunnel. Ponth was dozing on her ledge and she had agreed to meet R'bor later in the day and today she was wearing something a little more simple - some lightweight shorts that finished just above her knee, a long, flowing tunic and her comfortable sandals. She looked tidy but not as dressed up as she had been - if only to be a little more practical for trying dresses on. "Mendl!" she exclaimed, smiling at the sight of the other Apprentice. "I didn't expect to see you here."

On Sun, May 31, 2020 at 1:17 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Mendl had been having nightmares. Not screaming ones, but ones that woke her up with a jerk, or that if she did wake up, she couldn't get back to sleep. All these dreams featured dead embryos in eggs coming to life and chasing her calling, "Save me! No, save ME!" 

She knew that what had happened needed to be done. The look of relief on various faces when they determined it was the quake that killed the eggs and not the parentage was proof-positive of that.  And so what if one was still alive? She still was.

It still bothered her though.

But all that was the past. Over and done with. Now there was a Gather in town, and she had a good friend who would help her spend the mark she got from Master Larsin. Since said good friend also received the same amount from him, they could go on a fun shopping spree.

So, she walked up to Dytha's weyr to see if she and Ponth wanted to go shopping. And maybe she would talk to Dytha about her nightmares...



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

Nutmeg
 

The question both surprised and annoyed Tyne. She would have thought that it was fairly obvious that she was being diplomatic in the language she was using in order to be polite. Was she annoyed because the woman had missed the obvious or more annoyed that she seemed to have glossed over the statement that held the real whisper of her concern? Tyne wasn't sure. But when she spoke again, there was a definite edge to her tone, a coolness that had been starting to slip away but was now firmly back in place.

"I was attempting to politely tell you that we have only recently taken the step to start humping like animals without going into unnecessary detail. I assumed you and your gaggle of colleagues would need to know." Tyne said, further annoyed that her irritation made her crude. Rude or not, she was contemplating whether to walk out of there. Because as far as Tyne was concerned, this newbie was in over her head when it came to dealing with complexities like hers.

On Sat, May 30, 2020 at 1:44 AM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"I since some hesitation, some haulting tone in your voice. What did you think of just now?"

On May 23, 2020, at 4:46 AM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

Tyne was fairly sure that a lot of Holders would disagree with that. There was very much a predefined idea as to what a "normal" relationship was meant to look like. Normally one man, one woman - not counting the ones on the side - and a plethora of children with more on the way. The question about love was clearly unexpected, surprise registering on her face. "I don't think we're well established enough to have that conversation. It's a very new thing. We've only just recently turned a corner in terms of our... physical intimacy."

Even now, after having been a Rider herself having lived in Weyrs for almost half of her life, sex - or rather, talking about it - still made her uncomfortable. The last vestiges of her Hold upraising still firmly in place. Tyne had never been bawdy, never been one to casually sit and discuss her private affairs. And that hadn't changed. "Which means we haven't had the conversation about whether or not I can have children without losing my mind and murdering them all in their sleep."

On Wed, May 20, 2020 at 9:21 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"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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Date: Wed, May 6, 2020 at 3:52 PM
Subject: Re: [arolosweyr] Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind (ATTN: Nyzara/Tyne)
To: <main@arolosweyr.groups.io>


"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
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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: GATHER: Come see my sparkles, come buy my trinkets. (Ysolde/ NPC Diolde/ANY)

Nutmeg
 

So far, things had been going splendidly. Not so busy as to feel overwhelmed, nor so quiet to question the point of having set up the stall. Comfortably constant as she liked to think of it. Ysolde had just brought out a new box to top up one of their trays when she heard the familiar voice. Her father had left her in charge of the stall whilst he delivered a commission he had finished. At the sound of the familiar voice, Ysolde looked genuinely delighted to see the Goldrider there. "Fair skies to you, ma'am!" she said with a genuine and enthusiastic smile. "I hope you are enjoying walking the Gather - my father and I seem to be appealing to peoples' desire to purchase their fancies this turn."


On Fri, May 29, 2020 at 5:23 AM <mglady3@...> wrote:
Gathers were a great place to pick up gifts for friends. And jewelry stands were a particular great place to pick up a choice trinket. Though in this case, the draw for Delysia was more that she'd spotted Ysolde manning the stand than any particular piece on display. "Fair skies, Ysolde." She greeted the candidate. "I hope you've been enjoying a prosperous gather?"

On Thu, May 28, 2020 at 3:23 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

OoC: Examples of the sort of jewellery Ysolde does can be found here (https://www.pinterest.co.uk/lynnmperry/ysoldes-jewellery/). If your character is looking at a specific piece, feel free to link the pin in  your reply. Your character can also enquire about a commission or even be there to collect a commission that they have had made by Diolde.



IC: Ysolde had been awake some hours before the normal morning bell. She had packed her Gather boxes the night before and was yawning widely as she stumbled out of the quiet Barracks to meet her father and the small wagon he had procured in order to take their wares to the Gather.


This turn, Ysolde had asked her father for permission to set up their stall a little differently. Normally Diolde did something very simple but Ysolde had argued with him many a time that their wares could be set up far more attractively in order to show off their wares to better catch the eyes of any prospective customers. Reluctantly, Diolde had let his daughter take the reins and had to admit, she had had a point. So this turn, their little stall was a small, enclosed tent space with an open front and a table they could sit behind. Boards had been carefully mounted on the walls with assorted jewellery pieces with each board bearing the price of the pieces per board. The same had been done on the table where various trinkets had been arranged in trays with tiny, simple pieces starting at a ¼ mark. Prices were clearly marked except for an arrangement behind the table, out of the reach of curious fingers was a display of clearly more elaborate and valuable pieces with a small card reading “prices available on request”. There was also a small sign up hung saying “Enquire About Commissions”. 


There were clearly two styles. One being Diolde’s more traditional, metal based gemwork. His items were on the more expensively marked trays for the most part although a few, smaller pieces were visible on the less expensively marked trays. He had several pieces already commissioned, waiting to be collected. The rule was always the same. If they weren’t collected by the end of the second Gather day - regardless of whether they had been paid for - they would be sold off.


Ysolde’s pieces were clearly a distinctive style all their own, using waxed threads to create knotted and colourful pieces around pieces of gem. Clearly her style focused on using less metal but was still a skill all its own. It displayed an intricacy all its own and seemed to have a versatility to its appearance that suggested it would suit a range of styles.


There was a huge array of items, rings, necklaces, bracelets, anklets, brooches, earrings, hair pieces, even a few ornate belts which were clearly designed to be decorative rather than practical. Ysolde’s style had even branched out to make a few small coin pouches and belt pouches and some elaborate, web-like pieces mounted on rings that could be hung on walls.. But they were ready, their wares were on sale and it was time to welcome the customers.




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Re: GATHER: Callamere Stall - Firelizards (NPC Giselle/Delysia)

Nutmeg
 

OoC: Oh they absolutely would :)

IC: Bidding a customer a good day, Giselle moved through the customers and promptly affected a polite curtsey when she saw the Goldrider. She had caught a glimpse of the gold thread, if not the full knots themselves. "Good Gather to you ma'am. I hope you are enjoying yourself thoroughly. And an equally good Gather to your lovely lady there - is she one of ours?." Of course she had noticed the gold, Giselle had probably noticed the firelizard before she noticed the Rider. "Please let me know if I can assist you at all."

On Fri, May 29, 2020 at 4:48 AM <mglady3@...> wrote:
OOC: Delysia is not looking for a firelizard - only firelizard treats and toys. I assumed that the Callamere stall would carry some. If that's not the case, feel free to let her know ICly xD

The best part of any gather is the opportunity to browse the stalls and Delysia enjoyed it to the full. As it was during the day, she dressed simply but well, in an elegant dress of deep blue with split skirt to maximize her freedom of movement. A small dainty pale gold firelizard perched on her shoulder, partially obscuring her rank knots - though the firelizard itself was a clear advertisement of her position. And besides, there was the pair of guards that trailed a discrete two paces behind.

By chance, Delysia's footsteps took her past the spectacular Callamere compound. She paused. Aoede had behaved extraordinarily well during the months when Delysia's attention had been primarily focused on Razelth. She had earned a special treat. With that in mind, she approached the stall.


On Thu, May 28, 2020 at 3:21 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

Date Reference: Gather starts 8.28.6.1.


IC: One trader caravan was eagerly awaited every Mid-Summer Gather and the Callamere compound was always a sight to see. The large paddocks housing the Callamere White runners - their coats glinting brightly in the morning sun as they tossed their heads and flicked their tails. Near that was the large, text like structure where the wher-pups for Bonding were available to be seen, watched over by Revai’s trio of golds and beyond that again was the firelizard stall - the roof of the open-fronted tent festooned with firelizards trilling their merry song, darting through the air like colourful flags.


The Turn, it was not Sythy manning the stall but rather her replacement, her younger sister Giselle, the blonde-haired woman the spitting image of her father, Riv. Tall but lean, her blonde hair braided and wearing a light blue belted tunic, she struck a cheerful figure as she carefully fussed over the trays of eggs that had been arranged and marked up with their colour and prices. On her shoulder, draped with casual elegance was the unmistakable shape of a Callamere gold firelizard who inspected her Mistress’s handiwork with a discerning eye.


When they were finally ready to go, the barriers were taken down, the gangway cleared and the stall was open to all!


OoC: IMPORTANT - Read this OOC before posting a reply as this lays down a bit of groundwork on how to reply and some OOC/IC notes to keep to mind.


  • Please add your character name to the subject line to create a new thread rather than just replying to the core thread. This is to help me keep the threads in track.

  • Threads do not need to just be for purchasing. Maybe your character has questions, wants advice or just wants to know a bit more about the Callamere lineage.

  • There are only a limited number of firelizards available and an extremely small amount of metallics. People who have recently obtained a metallic in the Easter gifting will be given a lower preference to someone who has not. A character with few/no draconic pets will be given higher preference over someone who has many. This is to be as fair as possible.

  • ICly your character needs to logically have a reason to have the amount of marks they have. For example, a Candidate is unlikely to have 12 marks for a bronze flirelizard.

  • ICly your character will be questioned regarding their suitability. Remember Callamere firelizards are not just wild firelizards, they are carefully bred and temperamentally selected. If your character does not seem to be up to scratch (for any number of reasons), they can and will be refused the sale.

  • Although Candidates are permitted to purchase a firelizard if they so wish, this will make them ineligible to Stand at the next Hatching due to the firelizard being about 3-4 months old at the time and therefore likely to go wild. Given the price of their animals, Callamere will likely try to deter any Candidate where possible but please give an OOC note if you are intending not to Stand to Impress anyway.

  • Although Callamere does allow their firelizards to Impress to children as young as 9 Turns, no child under the age of 14 Turns will be served without a parent/guardian present.



How much do Callamere firelizards cost?


Green - 5 marks

Blue - 8 marks

Brown - 12 marks

Bronze - 15 marks

Gold - Not available through purchase



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