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

Jessica Freise
 

Scampering off, Trifali returned speedily with a plate full of the things. She set them down before Kassia, then stood back, studying her.

"I am at youur disposal," she said, not feigned in the least.

On Jun 2, 2020, at 4:37 PM, sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:

"Why thank you," Kassia said gratefully. "Maybe some more of these crackers. Just ask for some from the staffers up front. Let them know the Weyrwoman wants them."


[Gather] Family Reunions and Blood Debts (K'synn SA) #Gather

TrueTricia
 

OOC: Set the day before the Gather opens and has several NPC members of AWLM K'synn's family.

IC: It was the day before the Gather opened, and K’synn had decided to go by while they were setting up.  He’d grown up in a Caravan, surrounded by Traders, constantly at Gathers, and this was the best part to him.  The next few days were all about everyone else, acts to be put on for the benefit of others; but these moments, before all the guests showed up, these were the ones he loved.  Everyone was honest, a team as they set things up, enjoying the pre-festivities in a way that he loved.  They made their marks at Gathers, the rest of the time simply helping to move goods across Pern.  But Gathers were lucrative deals.  And that also made everyone giddy.


It was still early morning when Tiscarth landed, the brown touching down as K’synn slid from his back.  He could see the tents going up, the wagons being pulled into position.  Everyone was working together to get the posts up.  Men were pulling on ropes attached to pulleys to lift the posts into place.  Their bare muscles shimmered with sweat in the early morning sun, sweat dripping down their skin like raindrops.


A sentry came to speak with him.  A few words later, and K’synn was there, hands on a rope pulling to help raise the tent.  Within a short period of time, he too was shirtless, his own muscles gleaming, the recent Threadscoring on his left arm still lightly bandaged against irritating the new skin.  He spent the next candlemark helping to set up the Gather, enjoying singing the work songs from his childhood memories as they went along.  Tiscarth watched amused, commenting that he could help, but the trader kids were happy to play with him, and he played with them while the parents worked.  The brown did occasionally help when asked, but for the most part, staying still helped the runners that were working to be calm.


It was several candlemarks later when he was done and taking a water break that someone approached him from behind.  “Feeling sentimental, Kerlsynn?  Missing your old life?” a husky voice asked before another one interjected.  “Oh for Faranth’s sake!  K’synn, how are you?”


He turned around, the faces of two of his many siblings greeting him.  And one immediately had her arms around him.  “Ro?”  He said astonished, looking at her.  Confirming it was her, he wrapped his arms around her.  “How are you here?”  And then he looked over her shoulder at the source of the other voice he’d heard.  “Relkynn?”


“Correct big brother! In the flesh!”  His younger brother clapped him on the back with a smile.  


“What are you two doing here?” He asked as Rowaen released him from her grip, her blonde hair falling down in waves as she regarded him with her blue eyes.  The only sibling in the family to have blue eyes.    


“Here brokering trade deals for the family,” Ro answered him.  


“And they sent you two?” he asked with a smile, teasing them.


“You’re helping, bro,” Rel retorted with a laugh.  “Mother and Father are going to need your help to pull some of this off.  You and Willow,” he said, referencing the eldest sister in the large family.  


“Oh, so you need Circeth and Tiscarth!” he said with a chuckle.  Circeth was Willow’s green dragon.  She was the eldest of the siblings, and had Impressed young to the sweet green dragon.  “I’m just along for the ride.”


“That’s not totally true…” Rowaen said laughing.  Her laughter was infectious as always, and like bells across snow.  “You know we love it when you come to visit.  But yes, some monthly transportation services is the service due to your family.  Willow is already paying hers.”


“Least you could do for us Pern-bound people you know,” Rel joked.  “Come on.  Let’s grab an ale…”  Ro rolled her eyes at both her brothers, but linked arms with K’synn, leading him over to some tables while Rel went to grab some drinks.


“So how is Arolos?” she asked.  “Tiscarth doing well?  I think we saw him over that ridge…” she added.  “I’d have gone to say hello, but Rel wanted to surprise you.”


“Arolos is different.  New Weyr still and all.  Some interesting characters down here, but it’s not bad.  And being a weyrlingmaster is interesting.  The hours are shite, but it’s good to be mentoring and teaching as a job.  I like that.  Tiscarth is healing, slowly but surely.  He’s getting better.”  He paused.  “He says hello.  My arm’s doing well too, thanks.”  He teased a sour face.  “How’s Taelyn?”  Rowaen had Impressed a brown wher up North which she used to help guard the Caravan.  He wasn’t as tame as a Callamere wher, but he wasn’t the most aggressive Northern wher either.  


“You’ve always been a good teacher.  And definitely the goodie of the group.  Certainly more patient with all of our antics than I would have been,” she said with a wink.  “Taelyn is fine,” she said with a smile.  “He’s no dragon, but he does just fine for our purposes.  So any fun times at the new place.  Anyone in particular you’re spending that time with?”  This time she asked with a glint in her eye that he knew all too well.


“If I never told you when we lived together, why ever would I tell you now?” K’synn chuckled, smiling at his sister.  He rarely smiled, but with his siblings, it came more freely.  She always wanted to know about his love life, but he had always been reticent to disclose.


“What are we talking about now?” Rel said as he returned with three ales.  Like K’synn, Relkynn had dark hair and fair skin, although K’synn’s had already started to lighten in the Arolosian sun.  Rel was slightly shorter than K’synn, standing just at 6’, and he had slightly narrower shoulders.  But the family resemblance was readily visible in the face, the slant of the brow and the cheekbones, in the tilt of the noses and the hardset jaw.  With Rowaen, it was different.  She was light of hair and complexion, which wasn’t in and of itself strange since their mother was that way.  But the features in her face were just off a bit.  But it was truly the blue eyes that made her different than everyone else.  They all had green or gold eyes.  But Ro was adopted, having lived with them since she was a toddler.  Her and Lisilia, his blood sister, had been nearly the same age, and they’d grown up nearly like twins.  And were equally as troublesome.  


“K’synn’s love life!” Ro retorted as she took a glass of ale.


“Is he actually sharing details, or is he being as uptight as usual?” Rel asked.


He is being a considerate decent human being,” K’synn interjected.  “You should learn how to be one,” he added.


“Perhaps one day, after I’ve seen all the greatest beauties of Pern.” Rel chuckled.  “Until then, I’ll take my bawdy tales like any good Vanner.”  Rel used the colloquial term for the Cavanners.  Sure, they were traders, and used that title with outsiders, but inside the small inner circle, Vanners was more often the term.  They considered themselves apart from the traditional Pern, who hid in their stone halls and holds.  Vanners lived out in the space between, the wild open lands, and learned to survive in it.  Very few men could go from hold life to Vanner life, far too often the prospect of Thread under a dragonless sky inciting fear and panic.  


“You’re worse than a Rider,” K’synn teased his brother.  


“Aye, but brother, you set a low bar,” Rel teased back.  “And Ro here…”


“Don’t you go draggin me into this,” Ro shook her head with a smile tugging at her lips.  


“Right!” K’synn said, shaking his head in amusement.  “Why don’t you tell me what you’re doing here and draggin me into,” he said, feeling himself start to slip into the Vanners way of speaking again, the words just slightly different.  It always happened when he was around his family.  


Ro looked to Rel, who took the lead.  “You know the South is rich in materials, but poor in Craft.  And the North can’t compare to the raw goods here, and has more Crafters than supplies.  So Father wants to leverage your presence here in the South.  It’s as good a reason as any.  He figures we’re set up now with some particular trade routes.  Set up a secondary smaller route here.  Then you and Willow run the goods between on an alternating schedule.  Takes you hardly a blink of an eye, but saves a good mark or three on the transportation costs.”


Ro jumped in.  “Trade routes here don’t have to be big.  We wouldn’t be looking to run all over the continent, simply help facilitate goods and forth between some particular areas.  We can make a Turns worth of marks in the quikal alone.  Small holdfasts that can barely afford a decent wine, but we pass through all the time, suddenly able to buy a drink to toast their efforts.”


“How noble of us, helping holders to get drunk,” K’synn said with a small amount of disdain.  


“Other things too, brother.  Medicines and finished goods.  Smiths in particular are looking for a better way to get their products down here.  And the Northern holds can hardly imagine the fresh fruits from here in the middle of winter.”  Rel said, knowing the access to seasonal goods would be huge.


“And I’ve got to do a run once a month?  That’s all?”  K’synn asked suspiciously.  “Father built a lot of hope on a promise he hadn’t extracted from me yet.”  


“He says it’s time to pay the Blood Debt.”  Rel sat back to let his brother process.  This was the debt that K’synn owed his family for raising him.  Had he stayed with the Caravan, it would be worked off naturally, but for those who left to join a Craft, Hold, or Weyr, it was something to be paid.  It wasn’t something to be used lightly, but it also wasn’t something that could be refused absent extraordinary circumstances.  That their Father would outright play that card meant he had a lot riding on this venture and wanted no room for trouble.  When K’synn nodded, Rel continued.  “Once a month, maybe one or two trips a go, depending on the cargo.  A couple candlemarks and you’ll be done.”


“Until you tell me it’s twice a month.”


“Aye, there’s that.  But it’ll take time for business to get that busy.  We’ll have the cargo loaded in nets Tiscarth can carry from his claws.  You come, you take them, you go, you drop them, and you go home.  Nothing more.  Shards, you did more work this morning than what we’re asking you to do.”


“And,” Ro added, “we promise not to interfere with the weyrlings training, so we’ll coordinate the pickups with you.”  She smiled.  


“Why do I feel like we’re selling Flight or bootlegging?” K’synn asked suddenly.


“Not far off, brother.  But it’s all legitimate trade deals.  We won’t have you tarnish your reputation with the underhanded things.”  Rel shrugged.  Traders traded in all kinds of goods, some more acceptable than others.  The drugs and other more questionable items didn’t make up the majority of the business, but it still was there.  


“Father’s been setting this up for awhile now.  He called in Willow’s Debt too.  A few others that were still owed or accounts unsettled.”  Ro sipped her ale.


“And who’s he going to have run the Southern vans?” K’synn asked with a nagging suspicion.  


“Why us of course, brother!” Rel said with a smile.  “Tiemit too, a few others.”  Tiemit was his father’s Second of the wagons, usually a position that went to the next ranking family group of the caravan.  Farek, his eldest brother and Larek’s heir, would eventually take his father’s position, and the heir of the Second Family would inherit the Second position.  There were plenty of intermarriages and children that blended between the two, and many times, a Second was a cousin once or twice removed of the Caravan Head, by blood or marriage.  “But it’ll be a small outfit.”

K’synn looked at Rowaen.  “Where is she, our sister?  There’s no way you all are planning this and didn’t bring her with you.”


Ro chuckled.  “Lisilia’s doing what she does best.  We’re here to broker deals.  She’s here to ensure they’re kept…”  Lisilia Obsidian was the same age as Rowean and of similar temperament.  She’d trained as a sentry and was skilled at many things within her Craft.  She was an expert knife thrower, could track anything that moved, and had beat boys twice her size in hand-to-hand combat.  But her real skills were her intelligence and keen sense of observation.  She often went into Holds and Halls before the main Caravan arrived, getting a feel for the people, the climate, the needs.  She often came back with vital information that helped her family make shrewd deals or stear clear of holds less friendly to the traders.  She was as patient as he was but more bold and decisive.  She enjoyed letting men think she was a waif of a woman, only to grind them into the dust in a test of skills.  She got off on besting the boys, truth be told. 


“Faranth save the South,” K’synn mocked groaned into his glass.


“Indeed, brother. Indeed,” Rel said with a toast and a wicked glint in his eye.

 


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

Steelsilver
 

"I- I get anxious. Some- sometimes." V'rex admitted. "I- I was thinking that a firelizard- something alive and small and friendly- that I could teach it to be there, distract me." A pause. "Bonus if- if I can teach it to take messages."


Re: Fashionable Wher's Wear (ATTN: Diagir / Asheran) #whercraft

Ren
 

"You wanted to make your own wher goggles?" Diagir asked curiously. "Why? ... No. That's not the right question, I can imagine why. Come on in, lad. Please. I will happily discuss this with you." He gestured into his den with a look in his eye. It was eager but also like he'd had his own idea. That wasn't far off since he'd been in the process of fitting the new rubber on a lens using Diagirsk as a model.
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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 Whers Stall Atten: F'liau/Revai

Ren
 

"No, ma'am, that's why I'm asking. I would assume Impress since it sounds more permanent." F'liau replied calmly.
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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 Whers Stall Atten: F'liau/Revai

sailyn2
 

"Do you want to Impress or Bond? Do you know the difference?"


Re: (Gather) How much is that draybeast in the window, the one with the fly-blown tail? (ATTN: Shalia / Asheran)

Jenna Cunningham
 

Asheran digested everything Shalia said, his brow furrowed as he listened seriously. Then, when she finished, he nodded and cast a glance back about the stalls. If nothing else, he had decided on one thing - two things, in fact.

"The younger pair sounds like the way to go, honestly." He admitted, then unknotted the pouch at his belt and held it out to Shalia abruptly, heavy with marks. "If you can get me a good deal on a pair, I'll pay you a commission."


Re: Fashionable Wher's Wear (ATTN: Diagir / Asheran) #whercraft

Jenna Cunningham
 

"I was working on a... commission for somebody, for their wher," Asheran began after a moment, deciding 'commission' sounded better than 'makeshift bed' - and then unwound the strap of leather he'd secured around his arm and shoulder. He held it up, as if talking shop were the most natural thing in the world - right out here in the hallway. Maybe he'd had too much klah after all. "And I had spare hide. I thought I'd try to make those goggles I see on the wher around the Weyr occasionally, but - it's, ah, not as easy as it looks. I don't know how to shape it for their face, to start. And if the wher is growing, how do you fit it for him? I thought, maybe, I could put in hooks and loops, like spacers, so you could widen it as he grew, but I don't know that that'd be comfortable."

For all he knew, this was proprietary stuff, anyway.


Re: GATHER: Callamere Stall - Firelizards (NPC Giselle/D'cul)

Ren
 

Deeply happy so far, D'cul decided to pay the Callamere stall a visit. Not the wherstall, he already had his Ducar and that good boy was more than enough. No, this time he'd visit the firelizard stall and see what there was to see. So he entered and looked at the eggs out for display, hands clasped behind his back as he inspected the wares. For now, he was just looking. If anyone approached him, that may change. One caught his eye, a spiraling of glittering bronze and brown colors that reminded him of an agenothree cloud caught in the sun, but less deadly.
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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...


Gather: Varying degrees of fun. JP Pt. 1 (Dytha/R'bor)

Nutmeg
 

OoC: Set first day of the Gather. IC date approximately 8.28.6.1. Minor content warning for sexual innuendo and heavy flirting.


IC: She had been awake much, much too early. And felt like a child waking up for Turn’s End. With a little help from Ambrelli she had found a dress that for her, felt incredibly daring. And there was no escaping the fact that in many ways, it was incredibly daring. But it wasn’t horrifically inappropriate. Only sort of inappropriate… from certain angles. 


If she wasn’t going to go back to sleep, she might as well enjoy a luxuriously long time to get herself ready. And Dytha had done just that, bathing in water tinted with scented oils that would infuse her skin with a heady and slightly floral scent. Her hair was carefully braided into a twisting coil, dark strands hanging loose around her face and finished with a small, floral accent piece she had found in the stores. Thank Faranth, her feet were being kind. All but entirely clear. It was the boon she needed and the sandals she had picked out could be worn. Comfortably flat but with thin leather straps that twisted about her legs to just below her knee. And for the finale, her dress. 


It was, as far as Dytha was concerned, something else. A deep, rich shade of purple, nipped in tightly at her waist with a flared skirt that finished a good few inches above her knee. She couldn’t do long, not with her height. Short at least made her look like she had legs. What really made it standout was the front detail. From the waist up to her collarbone it was corseted and she had found a gauzy, gold shade of ribbon that she had threaded through the eyelets, pulling the front closed but revealing nonetheless, that there was nothing underneath the dress. It was important to note that it wasn’t as though she were falling out of it. Rather, the effect was more that through the eyelets could be seen hints of skin, a hint of cleavage, just… hints. Thank Faranth her mother couldn’t see her.


But she was ready.


So all she had to do now, was wait for her chaperone to arrive. And ignore the little fingers of doubt that he wouldn’t.


In the end, R’bor had been forced to go to Aruithil for help.  He could tie a knot in seventeen different ways, knew most of the candidate lectures by heart, and could run for hours without getting exhausted but pick out a Gather outfit?  That was beyond the stoic bronzerider, and the only person he wasn’t too proud to ask for help from was his kid sister.  She made a brave attempt, but even R’bor, who was completely, clueless, knew that she too was out of her depth.  Finally, it had been the tailor herself who helped him.  


So there he was, in the best Gather attire he could afford looking at himself in a mirror, checking and double checking himself to make sure he looked good.  He wasn’t used to vests, and this one was dark, embroidered with bronze threads over a white tunic of good quality.  His pants were the same color as his vest, as well as his well polished boots.  He was concerned about being dressed so dark during a hot Midsummer’s Gather, but had been promised that the pants and tunic were this enough to “breathe”--whatever that sharding meant. 

{{ Are you done yet? }} Vukoth asked, rather impatiently.  All this preening was cutting into his time with Ponth, and it was starting to get annoying.  R’bor was never like this, so why now?  If the dragon wasn’t so impatient, he’d understand but alas, this was not the case.  Letting out a hefty sigh, the man nodded, “Aye.  Let’s go.  Tell Ponth we’re on our way.”

He grabbed a pouch full of marks and his belt knife, and his brand new jacket, made up North with the best leathers marks could afford.  *This* piece he was proud of and had been waiting for a special moment to use it, before it ended up like the rest.  As soon as he was settled on Vukoth the large bronze took off, gliding across the Weyrbowl.

{{ We come, }} Vukoth let Ponth know.


(( You look fine so stop fussing! They’re on their way so hurry up and get on so we can meet them in the Bowl! ))


Vukoth wasn’t the only one getting impatient and Ponth was happy to let her irritation show, jostling impatiently as Dytha climbed up. Short dresses made mounting a dragon easier - but if she went Between she would be losing body parts to the cold.


“Fine, fine! Take us to the Bowl so we can meet them then.”


The words were barely out before Ponth was jumping off her ledge, gliding easily down to the Bowl where Dytha slid down. When R’bor and Vukoth arrived, she would be waiting patiently and trying not to think of how much breeze she had just felt through the open corset eyelets.


( (It’s too late to change now. Besides, he likes looking at your bottom. This shows it off marvellously. ))


“Ponth!”


It was a verbal hiss and a thwap to her green’s shoulder for which she got nothing more than a rumble of highly amused, draconic laughter.


R’bor only caught a glimpse of Dytha before Vukoth began backwinging, landing deftly in the Weyrbowl next to the little green.  Unlike other weyrs, the ledge of Ponth and Dytha’s weyr was so small it might as well have been non-existent for a dragon the size of Vukoth.  It was only when The bronze furled his wings as he slunk over to nuzzle Ponth in greeting, that the man saw just how incredible Dytha looked.

A large smile grew on the bronzerider’s face as he slid down the side of his dragon and closed the space between him and the healer, “Faranth in the skies,” R’bor said, his eyes hungrily slipping down her body, noting how the dress favored her form, revealing that skin that he enjoyed touching and biting so much.  Finally his eyes rose, meeting hers, “You look so beautiful, Dytha.”  He reached into the interior of his leather jacket and pulled out a flower, and set it in her hair before leaning down and kissing her forehead.  “This makes you mine tonight.”


(( Told you the dress was good. ))


The comment was supremely smug as Ponth slid alongside Vukoth, practically disappearing beneath him with a happy warble of greeting.


Looking a little coy as she stepped back a little. Dytha tucked some loose hair behind her ear. “It’s okay? I know it’s not the sort of thing you usually see me in…” She gave him a pre-emptive twirl, letting him see how the short skirt flared around her. As he set the flower in her hair, her smile had widened as she touched it gently, feeling it nestled in her braids. “Only tonight?” she teased, her eyes already twinkling darkly. “What about for the rest of the day and all the other Gather days, hmm?” Her eyes took in his appearance. He’d clearly made an effort and unconsciously, she bit her lip a little. “You clean up well too. Very well...”


Laughing, R’bor answered, “You think so?  As long as you like it… And this flower is for tonight.  I have two more for the other nights… and a whole bush growing for every other night.  What do you think about that?”  He has thoroughly enjoyed the twirl, she looked amazing, and he felt especially proud that he would be escorting her tonight.  He had little or no idea of how to make his way through the Gather, so escorting worked for him--or maybe he was being too literal?  Shards, he was nervous.  Still, he couldn’t help but smile looking at her, “I’m going to have to peel those Hold boys off of you, I can see it now.”


{{ We would’ve been here sooner, }} Vukoth told Ponth on their private channel, which they seemed to be using more and more these days.  {{ But he spent an eternity preening in the mirror, like a weyrling before their first Flight.  }}


“Let’s get going,” R’bor said after a moment.  “Should we ride together or…?”  Maybe “first Flight” was a good comparison.


“You look very handsome,” she smiled, pulling the front of his tunic to make him stoop low enough to sweep her lips across his cheek. It was amusingly chaste. Or would have been. “If I ride Vukoth with you, does that mean we will have defiled him in cruel and unusual ways by the time we get there?”


It was a quiet, hum of a whisper, but in the still Bowl, there would be no chance he would mishear. “Give you a reason to keep giving me flowers.”


(( Mine was just as bad. She redid her hair four times. FOUR. I think they should stick to bathing and oiling. Much less time consuming. ))


There was evident mirth behind the little green’s mind-voice. She was glad Vukoth seemed as bemused as she did. Humans were such peculiar things.


{{ Shells, why can’t they blood and take off into the sky?  }} the bronze joked.  {{ Uh-oh, they’re going to do the squirming thing on top of me. }}

“Vukoth is fine with it, he won’t even notice,” R’bor assured, though got a questioning thought from the bronze when he did, which he ignored.  He would be able to handle it, R’bor was sure of it.  “So you don’t worry about that and keep giving me reasons, lil girl~...”  


He grinned at her and motioned with his head, inviting her to start mounting Vukoth and prepared to help her if need be. 


Ponth was beside herself with mirth, her sides shaking as she rumbled in the closest thing a dragon could do to a laugh. (( Yours shall have to bathe you extra thoroughly tomorrow… We shall sun all day on the Rim whilst they go do… whatever it is they have to do… )) The green was highly entertained and butted Dytha as she passed, murmuring quietly into her Rider’s mind. (( I’d tell you to behave… but that would be terribly boring. ))


Dytha had to take a second to figure this one out. Ponth was big enough… and she was tiny! She hadn’t even so much flown on anything bigger, let alone a bronze as substantial as Vukoth. Hmm. This might take a little planning. “Feel like throwing me over your shoulder and hoisting me up? Otherwise I’ll need a ladder.”


She was only joking. Sort of.


R’bor raised a brow and laughed slightly, “Let’s help her up, Vukoth.” 


The bronze dragon knelt, offering his forearm to the two.  R’bor put one foot on it to stabilize himself and then offered Dytha his hand.  He helped her up, taking advantage and placing his hands here and there, always in a place just shy of inappropriate, always accompanied by a playful squeeze and whispered “Oops~...” 

When she was finally up R’bor expertly climbed his dragon and sat himself behind his date.  “Do you want me to help strap you in?  Although… mmm… who knows what that might awaken in me…”


{{ We should force them to take us somewhere nice, }} Vukoth said, squirming a little under the two, mostly just screwing around with the two riders a little.


“Are you taking advantage of the situation to grope me shamelessly? Psh and you being such an upstanding citizen.” There was laughter in her voice and and a cheerful wiggle for every squeeze before she was finally settled in Vukoth’s neck ridges. “Shells, is this what it’s like being you? This feels like a dangerous start to a fear of heights.” But she was clearly enjoying herself, looking around with curiosity as she got used to the new perspective.


His words made her grin, an expression of pure wickedness. “Shall we add it to the list of things to do? Or are we going to make a list of all the things we want to try?”


(( I shall make Mine take us to one of the secret lakes she knows about. And we shall make Ours treat us wonderfully. )) Ponth would probably have forgotten that by the end of the day and Vukoth would need to remind her. 


“I’m a shameless bronzerider, didn’t you know?  I can’t resist a hot piece of ass,” he murmured into her ear.  He place his hand on her hips and held her against him for a moment before sliding down her body to grab the straps and start strapping her in.  “We should totally add it to the list of things we do,” he continued.

As soon as they were both strapped in Vukoth turned to Ponth and said, {{ Let’s fly! }} 

He opened his enormous wingspan and within seconds he was up in the air, gaining altitude.  R’bor had already told him they would be flying straight so he was eager to catch a good draft of air from which they would be able to see the entire protectorate beneath them.  He fully expected Ponth to follow, and was eager to see her move in the air.  It was good to know how she flew, in case he ever had to catch her.

R’bor wrapped his arms around Dytha, holding her against his chest.  Ponth was light and graceful and fast, but Vukoth was brute power and dominated the sky--he imagined that flying on either was a completely different experience.  As they rose into the air he realized just how few times he’d allowed someone else to ride Vukoth.  Maybe Aruithil and that was it, since R’bor never signed up for courier duties--he’d never had a reason to spend marks so he never needed more.  He smiled a little, glad she was up here with him.


As the bronze shifted, Dytha felt the raw power in the bunching muscles. Even the way his shoulders shifted was entirely different to Ponth and his propulsion had made her gasp. As anticipated, Ponth had followed, settling into a thermal beneath them as she lazily swerved and spiralled easily. Her movements were languid and carefree, the small green thinking nothing of tucking her wings close to drop into an updraft, only to be thrust forward. And there was more than a little showing off.


With his arms around her, Dytha let her palms squeeze R’bor’s thighs, her eyes taking in the stunning view. Whilst Ponth could accommodate a small second passenger for a very short period, she hadn’t experienced flight where the idea of flying for days suddenly seemed a very real capability and she leaned against R’bor, taking it all in. 


{{ You fly well, Ponth, }} Vukoth said to the green, watching her fly freely around him, enjoying watching her enjoy herself.  


The trip from the Weyr to the Hold was rather short--in fact, they could’ve walked it in a matter of minutes, but why do that when you could fly?  Soon enough R’bor asked Vukoth to start circling down towards the Gather’s landing area.  Vukoth landed as gracefully as he could and R’bor took that moment to kiss the woman’s neck, “That’ll be half a mark for my services~,” he whispered into her ear.


She had been amazed at how lightly the bronze had landed, for all his bulk and half wanted to say to forget the Gather and spend the day flying instead. Instead, Dytha had laughed softly at his whisper. “I’m afraid I forgot my mark pouch, I shall have to owe you in services rendered,” she had murmured, turning her face to kiss his cheek. “But I think you should help me down without the world seeing I’m wearing ridiculously tiny underthings under this dress.” It was possibly a somewhat cruel tease but she wanted to give him a mental image to… keep him going as it were.


No sooner had they landed, Ponth was fidgeting at Hers to hurry up to so that she could take Vukoth to bask with her back at the Weyr. As soon as the pair had dismounted, their feet barely on the ground, the green was chuntering at the bronze and the pair of dragons were soon moving off again.


Looking around at the brightly coloured flags and stalls, Dytha glanced at R’bor with a smirk. “All right, dive in head first or be sensible and come up with a plan of action?”


“Plan of action?  You know… usually I’d say that but… My plan was to spend the day with you, so everything here is sort of extra,” R’bor gave her the best smile he could offer.  Admittedly he felt a little claustrophobic around so many people, but it’s not like it hadn’t been that way during Candidacy or weyrlinghood, so he knew he could deal with it.   He offered her his arm and pulled her with him, “Come on, I smell something good this way.”


Was he a little tense? She wasn’t sure. Although it was still early in the day, the crowds were already growing and she slid her hand into his arm as though it suddenly occurred to her she could be swept away. “Oh so that’s not you I smell?” Dytha teased, pressing into his side. “I think interspersed with regular stops for drinks and breathers away from the crowd is definitely a must… shells, there’s so many people already.” But she was clearly somewhat enthralled as well, looking at the vast myriad of stalls as she pointed. “I vote we go that way. And find the source of delicious smells. Remember it’s a moral imperative to eat enough bubblie pies to make yourself sick.”


“There is?”  R’bor laughed, guiding her in the way she’d pointed, walking slowly.  “I thought the imperative was to drink until we lowered the sea level?”  They passed by a stall with little trinkets, mostly pieces of cheap jewelry made with beads and seashells.  “My step mother used to make these.  She used to make my father wear them.  He always took it off on the boat, though.”


“That’s the second imperative when we’ve had too much sun!” The laughter came easily as they drifted past the trinket stand. “So have you got a stash hidden away that you took off as well? I know you Seacrafters are a superstitious lot - did she make them for luck?” Some of the shells were pretty, intricate curls with pink interiors but the stall was clearly for people who only had little to spend. Trinkets that would maybe only last until the Gather ended.


“I think I have a few still left,” R’bor answered and laughed a little at her comment about superstition. Truth was that she was right on the mark, and though R’bor was ever the skeptic when it came to things like that, he couldn't deny that half the reason he kept his cat was because every ship needed one.  His weyr wasn’t a ship, but assumed that it would work out either way… and in a way it had.  All this with Dytha had only begun after he adopted the cat.  “Next time we’re in my weyr remind me and I’ll show you.  Come on.  What’s over here?”

He took advantage of that moment, his arm momentarily abandoning hers and sliding down her back and to her backside, giving a playful little squeeze.


“Don’t make me drag you to some shady copse of trees, bronzerider,” Dytha said, her hand pulling playfully at the front of his smart vest. “I’m already struggling to stay on my very best behaviour.” Someone she knew from the Infirmary passed nearby and a friendly greeting was exchanged. “Or are you going to throw me down in the middle of the Gather and stake your claim for all to see?” She was enjoying the bubble, of the idea of the day swirling around them. It made a change from walking the Gather alone.


“Mmm how about both?  We can start under the tree and finish in middle… or would it make more sense the other way around?”  he asked.  When her friend from work passed R’bor casually asked about the friends from work, “Who’s that?”


As they drifted in front of another stall, a brightly coloured stand where the Trader behind was selling brightly coloured twists of fabric that could be worn in hair or as scarves, Dytha twirled herself into the front of R’bor, looking up at him as she did. “Them… oh… another Apprentice I think. I recognise their face. Possibly one of the Candidates that occasionally show up to do work. I like to boss them around and make them pot numbweed.” She was all smiles, something that was almost a little strange on her normally serious and somewhat surly countenance. “Perhaps we should make them all terribly jealous that their handsome Assistant Candidatemaster seems to be thoroughly enjoying himself with someone.”


R’bor laughed, “Oooh, what a bad girl,” he said, leaning into her, bending over a little to kiss her on the cheek.  “We will, during the Gather Dance,” he assured her.  “Though just one look at us is enough to make anyone jealous.  I mean, you in that dress~  I’ve noticed the looks.”  There had been, after all, Dytha had assets and her dress flaunted them and male eyes were inevitably drawn.  R’bor had even given subtle stares at a few.  “I wonder if my sister participates in those pranks.”


“Oh, I have something even better planned for the Dance….” It was a lascivious purr as she pulled him to her, making a show of her hand trailing over his lower back. “I mean, I can practically hear them panting after you in that get-up.” No, she hadn’t missed the looks either, the ones that had lingered over R’bor’s dark shape with abject interest. “Your sister hmm? Is she as serious as you? Although I happen to know that you have a very mischievous streak of your own.” 


“I do now, eh?  Don’t tell the candidates, or they’ll think I’ve gone soft,”  R’bor laughed.  “Aruithil?  She is a healer like you.  She is… independent.”  He wasn’t sure if that had come out right, but he meant it in a good way, sort of.  “To be honest, we’re both so busy we rarely have time to see each other.  She did come with me to the tailors to pick this out.”


“I know that name!” Dytha had exclaimed, thinking immediately of the pretty young woman. “She has your eyes!” It was as though she had suddenly realised something that had been annoying her for an eternity. “So she’s the one I need to thank for you looking even better than usual, hmm?” They had wandered their way to the first of many stalls selling bubblie pies. The smell was intoxicatingly sweet and Dytha could feel the rush without even eating anything. “Ooo, pies. I need to grab a stash later for someone who had to work today. I promised her I’d bring her a basket of Gather goodies. Should we have something horribly sticky for breakfast?”


“Yeah, you can thank her,” R”bor said with a smirk, thinking that she could thank her for taking him to the tailor, because she had not been helpful at all picking out what to actually put on.  “Secret gifts, mm?  Could it concern your secret project?”  he grinned.  “I think I’ll have one with red filling.”  He pulled a quarter mark out of his pouch and handed it over to Dytha.  “And something to drink.  I think that should cover for us and whatever else we need from here.”


“Maybe it does… maybe it does… although you probably figured out what I’d been up to when they finally came clean and announced it.” Waving down the Trader behind the stall, it wasn’t hard to secure a small bag of a couple of mixed bubblies and a skin of a light, tangy juice that would offset the cloying stickiness of their pies. “You are feeling generous, I don’t think I’ve ever seen this side of you. Clearly I should wear this dress more often.” It was clear she was just enjoying the whole thing, everything about the day and Dytha was sure that by the end of the day, her face would ache from all the smiling. “Eat and walk or find somewhere to sit a while?”


He looked down at his brand new gather clothing and then at Dytha’s, ‘HOw about we sit?  JUst in case.”

Motioning with his head, he guided the girl over to a nearby table, small but more than enough for two people.  “And yes, I put two and two together,” he gave her a wink.  “I understand why you couldn’t tell me.  It’s like I can’t really talk about which candidates still wet the bed--which are more than you’d expect.”


The beauty of the Gather was that it was planned with plenty of sitting down in mind and sure enough, just further along was a small cluster of a few tables beneath large parasols. Sliding onto the bench, Dytha patted the warm wood for R’bor to join her. “Not that I haven’t wanted to talk to you about it all. Now you know why I was so tired I couldn’t think straight half the time. The past few sevendays have been exhausting and then some.”


R’bor slid in right next to her, though he sat with one leg on either side of the bench, that way he could look directly at Dytha.  “I’ve noticed, and I didn’t want to make it worse by pressuring you about it.  You did a good job, in my opinion.  You’re a trustworthy dragonhealer.”  He winked and took his bubbly pie with the red filling and whiffed, “Mmm, I haven’t had one of these in turns.  I don’t think I’ve spent more than five marks in the past three or four turns, so I have plenty to spare, for now.  As long as we don’t buy a boat I think we’ll be good for the Gather.”


Dytha turned to face him, her posture mirroring his own and giving him a generous flash of thigh in the process as she scooted forward, her legs brushing against his own. “You have been extremely helpful in providing stress relief.” she quipped as she peeled open the bag, pulling out a pie, licking the juice off the side of her hand. “I always let myself indulge a little at the Gather. You’ve seen my eating habits. I’m very well behaved. So I let myself enjoy Gather treats until I’m ready to burst.” Her voice was all giggles as she took a bite, groaning in happy delight at the sweet, fruit filled pastry. “Oh shells, what is it about Gather bubblies…” For a moment or two, Dytha was in blissful enjoyment of the pastry, sighing happily. “It’s sensible to sit on your marks. I mean, why spend them recklessly? Of course, I’m talking as the markless paid somewhere between a Greenrider and a Senior Apprentice so I know all about budgeting.” Dytha finished her words with a wink to show she wasn’t sore about her financial status. It was the way of things, that was all.


R’bor resisted the urge to lean down and bit her exposed thigh by taking a hefty bite of his bubbly pie and chewing as he listened to the woman speak.  “Well, for me it isn’t about budgeting… Weyr provides anything I need… I don’t really spend much on myself.  I mean, when I say five marks that includes this gather suit and the material for the furniture in my weyr.”  He shrugged.  “This is good pie,” he had to add.


“You should spend something once in a while. Even if it’s on a new book or something. Something just for you. Sometimes it’s nice to have something that’s not just what we need.” There was no lecture, just thoughtful musing as she navigated her way around the bubblie pie. It was always an endeavour and a half. “I’ve been trying to put some aside for my weyr. I’d really like to spend some time on making it, you know, personal. After three turns in the Barracks and before that, sharing Healer quarters, I’m still baffled by having so much space for myself.” And it spoke volumes that she considered her tiny weyr vast. You could probably fit two of them, if not more, into R’bor’s own. Licking her fingers noisily and far too suggestively, Dytha’s eyes twinkled at R’bor. “I’m soundly of the opinion that Gather cooks put something into their food to make it highly addictive and moreish. It’s part of their wicked plan to make us buy their food.”


“I never realized you were such a conspiracy theorist, Dytha,” R”bor replied playfully.  ‘It must go all the way to the top… they must decide the ingredients for gather bubblies at the conclave.”  He chuckled and finished his pie off without dropping any of the goopy interior.  He raised an eyebrow as he watched her lick her fingers, certain thoughts coming to mind.  He washed it down with some of the juice she’d bought.  “Mmm, what kind of juice is this?”


“You know my secret shame, I’m secretly convinced that they’re all out to get us.” Leaning forward as she affected a dramatic look of secrecy, Dytha whispered loudly. “It’s all part of their master plan to take control of us.” Her laughter that followed was light and cheerful at their silliness as she reached for some juice of her own. “It’s the whiteflower and yellowfruit. I love it as although it’s tart, there’s something really refreshing. You can buy the cordial to make your own mixes but it’s not cheap. Not a surprise. If I ever win a ridiculous amount of marks on the runners, I’m buying an entire crateful!” Leaning to squeeze his knee lightly, Dytha’s smile vanished for a second. “Thank you for this. I think after the past month I needed an excuse to just have copious amounts of fun.”


“Hey, hey, where did that smile go?”  He touched her cheek softly and leaned in, giving her a quick peck on the lips.  “You don’t have to thank me for this.  I do it because I want to, and because I want to spend time with you, even outside of our weyrs.  So save your thanks for when I buy you that crateful”


The small gesture of affection was all she needed to bring it back and she had pressed her cheek gently against his lips. “I’m sure my colleagues think I’ve been kidnapped and replaced by someone who actually knows how to be friendly. And I promise I shall be very, very thankful if I find a crate of juice in my weyr.” If she was about to say anything else, it was abruptly cut short by the sudden sensation of someone sliding on the bench behind her and being much too close about it.


“Heeeeeey gorgeous lady…” For all it was still early in the day, the owner of the voice had clearly been at the wine stalls from the moment they opened, wafts of alcohol in the air. “... How ‘bout you take a walk with me?”


The arrival of the new male immediately burst the little bubble the two had been in since they’d laid eyes on each other that day.  R’bor looked up and past her at the larger man, annoyance clearly flashing in his eyes.  “The gorgeous lady is with me,” he told the man confidently.  For feck sake he had just kissed her not even ten seconds ago, his hand was still on her--her hand was on him.  “So why don’t you go find someone else?”


“Yeah but I can show her a real good time…” The voice was slurred and much too close to Dytha’s ear. It appeared to belong to one of the Holdfolk, a bulky man easily ten turns Dytha’s senior. “I can show you some real sights... got one I think you’ll… definitely like…” The words were broken by an ugly belch, sour wine on his breath as he slid a hand onto Dytha’s waist.


The movement made her freeze and she scowled at the hand on her dress. “Move it, before I cut it off.” she growled, the hand on R’bor’s leg tightening slightly. “And I’m not just talking about your hand.”


“That’s enough,” R’bor said, giving Dytha a quick look as he stood up and took the man’s hand off of Dytha.  Instead of letting go he twisted; not hard enough to break but enough to hurt, and pulled until his arm was stretched out enough that it caused him to start falling backwards.  R’bor wasn’t worried about Dytha, as the closest hand to her was the one he'd just grabbed--plus, she was a smart girl and probably knew how to get out of the way.  Could this have been solved another way?  More than likely, but R’bor just did want to waste time arguing with a drunk who smelled like a walking latrine every time he opened his mouth.  If the man landed on his back, R”bor would twist again, “Do you want to have a good time with me?  Get out of here, old man, before I show you some real sights that you won’t like.”


As R’bor moved, Dytha had slid forward and the sudden movement had given added momentum to the Bronzerider’s action, the drunken idiot falling forward. “Hey, hey, hey!” He grumbled in a half shout, half exclamation as his arm was twisted painful. “All right… feckin’... feckin’.. Riders… Just fancied a go….”


The man wobbled precariously but put up no physical protest. That and he was probably too drunk to. “Let go me arm,” he whined, his face sullen and petulant and Dytha nodded at R’bor to release the man as she moved off the bench. “C’mon R’bor. Let's find somewhere that doesn’t stink of stale wine.”


R’bor acted as if he was going to go through with it for a moment but finally let him go, and walked away, dusting himself off.  “I think I used to know that guy from the docks,” he commented to her when they were a little further away, making sure to take the bag with her “Secret Patient’s” bubbly pies from her so she could walk unencumbered.  He snorted, “I wonder how many times I’m going to have to do that today… with that dress you’re like an eye magnet.”


The man had fallen away, stumbling off in the crowd with more than one swear word whilst they deliberately headed off the other way, stepping off to one side as a man walked a pair of runners past them, their tails flicking the flies away. “Does this mean I’ll get to see you looking all possessive? You know I don’t usually complain…” The smile had returned, despite the interruption as she pressed against him, her blue eyes drinking him in. “At least you can walk with me knowing I picked it out all for you to enjoy and not every pair of eyes in the Gather.”


“You are all for me,” he assured, a touch of that ego showing through now that he had testosterone and adrenaline coursing through he body--as much as he looked calm, a moment ago he had been ready to follow through with the threat he made the man.  He smiled at the way Dytha looked at him… It just made him feel… warm.  Reaching out, he took her hand in his.  “What should be look at next?”


“All  yours,” she had agreed, the words making her tingle. Whilst some might like to assert their independence, Dytha very much enjoyed his possessive streak. It made her giddy and she wasn’t complaining. Threading her fingers through his own, his question had made her laugh. “Apart from everything? I know which stalls I need to stop at for the shopping list I’ve been given, but don’t worry, I’m not one of those women who drags their men into all of the shopping stalls to look around and makes them suffer.” Her expression was filled with a playfulness that was all for him as she lifted his hand, pressing her lips to his fingers. “How about we find a Gather game or two and take a walk past the Callamere stands? I always love seeing all of their animals.”


“That’s not a bad idea, I was wondering if the Callamere stands might have something for Redstar,” the bronzerider mused, enjoying her kiss on his hand.  “I heard there is going to be an oddities tent, too…”  Hand in hand the pair went deeper into the sea of stalls.


They spent several hours walking the Gather, the time filled with laughter and pulled to the side for more than plenty of kisses. No doubt the pair raised an eyebrow or two as they moved between the stalls, looking over some of the wares and Dytha taking the time to stop at the stalls she had needed to. True to her word she hadn’t made R’bor wait awkwardly whilst she dallied but he was kind enough to carry the small basket she ended up finding to carry her growing pile of things.


It seemed as though they had seen everything, stopping to wonder at the Callamere compound, laughing with amazement at the cloud of flits that seemed to swoop and dive. It wasn’t there that R’bor found his supplies for Redstar, but rather at another Beastcraft stand where the man came away with an impressive array of toys, treats and even a small bed for the angry little creature. The pair stopped to toss hoops at one of the game stalls, Dytha proudly presenting R’bor with the tiny stuffie she managed to win and found themselves wandering through the dark and shady tents where bizarre creatures lurked in the shadows such as a “stone wher”, a “three legged lady” and unusual things were in jars. Although fascinated, she had been relieved to step back out into the bright sunshine before they had meandered through the crowd toward the runner races.


By the time the sky was starting to turn pink and silvery blue, the pair were giddy with the thrills of the Gather as they wandered along the boundaries of the stalls, stopping near a small hillock where all there was to see was a freshly cut path and a simple wooden sign. Everyone knew what the sign was for, it didn’t need words. All it had taken was a simple glance, a sideways glance that seemed to say “shall we?”.


= End Part 1 =



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

Ren
 

That cinched it. "Alright, they're perfect then. You know that, don't you?" The last was directed at the example green. "I adore my brown and this one seems like a fine lad, but the green is displaying exactly the qualities that I'm looking for. So then please, Lady Giselle, I'd like to purchase a green egg." Excitement flowed through L'nix that flooded over to Slarkenth and made the brown hum in eagerness.
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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: Because now it's getting on my thoughts. (Ysolde/Tolfast)

Nutmeg
 

OoC: I think we can wrap this one up soon :D

IC: Ysolde had listened with rapt attention, drinking in every bit of information he was willing to give her. She would take anything he would tell her and store it away. Stepping to one side, Ysolde sat on a bench after taking the proffered harness. "Okay, Lovely," she murmured to the kitten, moving the creature onto her lap. "You're going to have to work with me here." Of course, being a feline, that was easier said than done. The kitten squirmed and wriggled, occasionally letting out a loud and indignant meow as though she was being murdered. It was clearly all theatrics of course. But finally Ysolde had managed to at least get the harness on her and Ysolde held up the kitten for Tolfast to inspect.

It would need a bit of adjustment from an expert's eye, but all in all, it wasn't a terrible first go.

On Thu, Jun 4, 2020 at 8:28 AM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
Tolfast chuckled at her question, but not unkindly. It was clear she cared, or she wouldn't have sought out his crafters to begin with - she'd simply had the luck to come across the Master first. "Not too difficult, they're generally leather or some other durable material. I suppose you could find metal ones, but I don't approve of that sort of handling myself," he shrugged. "I've seen Weaver and Tanner stalls selling leash and harness sets. We have a few here that I don't mind parting with until you find one that suits her just right."

Tolfast down to gesture around the kitten's neck, middle, and down its chest. "You'll want to be sure the harness is snug, but not too tight. If you can slip your finger comfortably between the harness and her body, and it isn't too loose, she won't come to any harm. As she grows, you can loosen the straps accordingly to keep that fit-- oh, here we are. Thank you, boy." He paused as the young man he'd sent on errand returned with harness in hand. He would have the apprentices memorized soon, but for now they were all 'boy' or 'girl'. Dismissing the boy, he offered the small feline harness to Ysolde. 

"The buckles are here and here," he pointed. "If you find one snaps on you, the smithcrafters are always able to supply you with a spare."

On Sat, May 23, 2020, 1:34 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Ysolde beamed at his praise. She wanted to make sure that the little kitten was cared for as well as possible. It wasn't her fault she was deaf. That didn't mean she couldn't still have a wonderful, cared for life. "I was thinking about harnesses. Because I've seen how distracted she gets. I would hate for her to run off and then not be able to hear me or find me again." it was clear that the thought pained her, the faint scowl of worry flickering over her face.

"Is it hard to get hold of harnesses? I think she's going to be quite fluffy so I'm not sure whether that will affect any sizing?"

On Mon, May 18, 2020 at 8:00 PM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
Tolfast smiled fondly to watch her interact with the kitten; it warmed his heart to meet young people who felt for beasts as he did. A wince crossed his features to hear the baby's cry, but it was fleeting, a quiet laugh following Ysolde's observation. "Aye, I imagine she'll be quite the loud talker as she gets bigger," he nodded, but didn't envy the thought of being awakened by hungry screeches in the night. 

Hearing her speak of the plans she had made in order to best accommodate the feline's needs, Tolfast's smile only broadened into a wide grin. He liked this girl. "These are good ideas," his head dipped in a nod. "The more time you spend with her, the more she'll learn to trust you and won't be afraid to explore. It's smart to get her accustomed to the basics early on; there are some hand signals I can teach you to use with her, but you may have to resort to a good, holdfashioned foot-stomp to get her attention from time to time." 

Lifting a hand to wave a passing apprentice over, he continued. "You've a good head on your shoulders, Ysolde. I can tell you've put a lot of effort into how you'll take care of her and she's lucky to have you. --Ah, yes. Please go to the storeroom and retrieve one of the spare harnesses off the wall - we'll need a small one." The boy took off at a run with his new orders, and Tolfast turned back to the redhead before him. 

"You'll want to keep her on-leash and in a harness at all times when she's not safely in your future weyr," he shared an encouraging smile, "or in the Kennels. I'm sure I don't have to tell you how much danger a deaf kitten can get into in a Weyr by herself. I'll help you fit her for this first one, and show you how to know when she's ready to size up."

On Mon, May 11, 2020, 1:32 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
As the kitten was handed to her, Ysolde kissed the top of Lovely's head. "That would explain why she's so loud. She can't hear herself so she shouts louder." As if on cue, the kitten let a loud "MEOW" as she fidgeted herself into a comfortable position. What Tolfast had had to say didn't distress Ysolde, she had started to have similar suspicions - her biggest concern was whether the kitten could survive and have good quality of life. "It's why I'm leaving her in the kennels so much but I'm planning to ask the Candidatemaster if I can move into one of the rooms on the second floor and then put up shelves and things for her to climb on. I've already decided that when I have my own weyr she's going to have everything she needs to play and be safe but also interested and happy."

It was blatantly obvious that Ysolde adored the little creature in her hands and her serious expression suggested she had already been putting a lot of thought into how to accommodate the kitten into her life. "I've been getting her used to brushing and letting me look at her - so checking her feet, eyes, ears, that sort of thing."

On Sun, May 10, 2020 at 5:03 AM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
Tolfast's face adopted a deepening frown as he waited for the kitten to react to his snaps, and when she didn't, his suspicions were mostly confirmed. He ran his fingers through her fur thoughtfully. This was not the worst fate for an animal, certainly one with an owner who seemed so eager to care for her, but the little one's life would be more difficult. "Well, the good news is that she seems otherwise very healthy. She's a good weight for her age, you've been feeding her appropriately and by her sweetness, you've obviously done a good job socializing her." His expression lightened as he began to praise Ysolde, knowing that some might be devastated by what he had to say next. "My fear is that your darling may be a bit deaf."

He offered the feline back to her owner, suspecting both would be comforted by one another. "Now, I don't want you to worry and I don't want to spook the other beasts, but there's only one real way to test *how* deaf and that's by making noise. You won't want to do that until you have her fitted for a harness, in case she tries to run. If she can hear, you may scare her, but it won't hurt."

Tolfast's eyes were soft for the helpless creature, protector instincts always on overdrive for vulnerable things. "She has what we call the 'lethal white' coat because of the troubles that tend to accompany her color. Animals are often blind or deaf, or both, if they survive long after birth - which isn't always a guarantee. However, given that she appears to be thriving, I would say she's one of the lucky ones." 

He paused, glancing down at the notes scribbled on the hide he carried, Tolfast was quick to add. "You know, I might have a harness just her size in the storeroom."

On Sun, May 3, 2020 at 2:58 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
She watched him critically, watching for the slightest suggestion of cruelty in his grip. But there was none. "I think it was within a sevenday or so of finding her. At first I wasn't sure if her ears had developed properly yet which is why I waited until now rather than come rushing because otherwise, she was eating, playing, putting on weight and so on."

Lovely had started purring the moment Tolfast took her, a deep and rumbling noise that seemed to make her vibrate. Her head followed the man's movement but was quickly distracted by a ficker of light on the wall, a reflection from the water troughs put down for the canines, oblivious to the snapping fingers behind her

On Fri, May 1, 2020 at 1:24 AM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
Tolfast could always tell when someone genuinely cared about their animals, and it instantly endeared the girl to him. His smile remained in place to listen to her talk, waving her apology aside with a quick hand. "Never mind that, I'm sure you candidates have plenty to keep you busy." He didn't need first-hand experience to imagine their hectic schedules. 

When Ysolde began to speak worriedly, he offered her another of his smiles meant to be reassuring. "You made the right choice," he spoke soothingly, bending to take the feline from her hands with a gentle touch. "I always say, it's better to be safe than sorry when it comes to our beasts. We are responsible for them, so we ought to do our best. Hello, little one." Tolfast turned the kitten this way and that for a quick inspection with his eyes before peering into each of her small ears. 

"When did you first notice her not reacting to you? Has she responded before now?" He had seen cases like this in the past, but wanted to be sure he had all the information. Close to the kitten's ears, but not within her line of sight, Tolfast snapped his fingers behind the kitten's head in the hopes of provoking feedback. 

On Fri, Apr 24, 2020, 1:44 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
The smile was reassuring and her own joined him, albeit there were smudges of worry in her face as she took the hand and shook it in hearty greeting. "Candidate Ysolde, sir. Apologies if I've not said hello before. I keep Lovely here because she's so small and most of the time I'm running in and out before I have to rush back to classes."

Holding up the kitten for the man to see, Ysolde had beamed at his compliment of the creature. "Aren't they just the most amazing blue? And her eyes are so dark around the edges! But..." she faltered away slightly, looking uncomfortable. "... I'm sure it's just me being an overly fussy worrier because she's my first feline. But it seems like she's not always that... responsive."

On Fri, Apr 24, 2020 at 1:11 AM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
Tolfast spent as much time around the animals as possible, both because he preferred to work hands-on and because he felt most at ease around the beasts. Clean-up had mostly been completed by this point around the kennels, but there was still evidence of the damage in small, new cracks that stretched across the foundation. 

At the ring of a new voice in his ears, the beastmaster looked up from the messily scrawled hidework in his grasp. "...Hm, felines?" Tolfast spied the kitten she carried and a small smile emphasized the light wrinkles on his cheeks. "Well, isn't she darling. What eyes! Yes, I know some about them. Is there something in particular you need help with?"

As if realizing belatedly that he had forgotten to offer his name, he stretched an open hand out to the young candidate. "Master Tolfast, pleasure to meet you."


Mon, Apr 20, 2020, 10:01 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
OoC: Fuzzied to a couple of days after the earthquake.

IC: After repairing as much as she could of the broken shelf that had come down in the quake and assisting in "The Great Barracks Clean Up" that had followed, Ysolde had realised she was paying more and more attention to Lovely's behaviour. 

The feline had been on her cot just a few days prior - and before the earthquake - when Ysolde had accidentally dropped a block of wood she was using and it had clattered noisily to the ground with a bang that had even meant she jumped. And Lovely had just... well.. sat there. She hadn't moved until Ysolde had and had peered at the Candidate quizzically with her gorgeous blue eyes.

After speaking to one of the kennelhands, they had told her that there was a new Master who might help and to keep an eye out for him at the kennels. So Ysolde had done just that. The same kennelhand helpfully pointed the man out and Ysolde had trotted towards the dark haired man.

"Excuse me, sir? Are you any good with felines?"

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

Nutmeg
 

Dytha could see that the smile didn't quite touch Mendl's eyes and immediately felt a flash of concern. She had been thinking of the other girl over the past few sevendays, hoping she was doing as well as she could be after the Hatching. There was a double sided concern. Not only had she not Impressed but then she had had to be privy to what they had done. And whilst Dytha was an advocate of research and knowledge, something about it still sat heavy with her.

"I swear you must have been mind-reading," she said lightly and with a chuckle "I was headed out to find a dress for the Gather Dance this evening. Something to dazzle my date with. I could absolutely use a second set of eyes and there's always room for a ridiculous amount of Gather food." There was a cheerful wink and it was all extra effort to keep the mood light and airy. Dytha was never someone who had considered herself to be an exceptionally good people person, but something told her that her friend's spirits were perhaps a little low.

On Wed, Jun 3, 2020 at 1:50 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Mendl smiled, though just barely. "Yeah, since Larsin...I mean Master Larsin was so generous with us, I wondered if you wanted to go shopping?" She was afraid she was sounding needy, but last night was rough and she needed a friend.

On Mon, Jun 1, 2020 at 9:56 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
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: GATHER: Callamere Stall - Firelizards (NPC Giselle/Nevena)

Nutmeg
 

"Not at all, each customer gets the time they need - no more, no less." And someone was that interested, they would stick around. If someone gave up because they got impatient - well, that was all the answer Giselle needed anyway. It took only a silent nudge to Shimmer who grumbled slightly but complied. Sure enough, a moment later a bronze and brown had appeared and settled on one of the perches set up behind the stall counters. Not surprisingly, the bronze immediately puffed up with a proud warble, flexing his wings and posturing. The brown was far more demure, but composed, inspecting Giselle and Nevena with intense interest.


On Mon, Jun 1, 2020 at 6:58 PM Mya L. R. <mleesan@...> wrote:

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

Nutmeg
 

The arrogance of the reply earned the Rider an open roll of her eyes. "And they're also egotistical, vain, easily distracted and generally a nuisance if they're asked to do something they don't want to do. And yes, our animals are exceptional - it's why we put a lot of work into them." Her voice wasn't terse, but politely firm, a clear indication that she was more than happy to stand her ground. "So tell me exactly why I should be convinced to sell you a bronze that is more than you thinking they're the best thing since the invention of bubbly pies."


On Mon, Jun 1, 2020 at 5:49 PM Alexander Nakano <theglitteryone2@...> wrote:
"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."



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

Nutmeg
 

She appreciated the honesty of the answer and it showed. "Well, browns and blues tend to be the calmer colours and more inclined to be a bit of a lap pet. Greens are more expressive and a bit more "fun" so to speak, but are a little bit of work as they can be easily distracted at times. If you're thinking you need a degree of reliability, I would definitely be suggesting brown or blue."


On Mon, Jun 1, 2020 at 5:45 PM Alexander Nakano <theglitteryone2@...> wrote:
"I- I was thinking companion, Lady, companion and messenger if needed." V'rex answered honestly. "What would- would be the best color for that?"



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

Nutmeg
 

It certainly wasn't going to be done in a day, and probably not even a sevenday. But Tyne was spending as much time as she could working on the old recovery weyr that she had commandeered for the flit clinic. Wearing clothes she was happy to destroy and a scarf over her hair, Tyne hefted a large box to the ground, stopping to open it and finding another crate of empty numbweed jars that would need re-sterilising. At least she knew where they had been storing them. "In the back!" she called, looking up at the irritated chatter she noted from Bobbin, a flash of the Mindhealer through her thoughts. Oh, marvellous. This had better not been an "impromptu visit to check on you". She was far beyond that nonsense. But she was polite enough to take the woman's blindness into consideration and stepped out from the maze of boxes and towards the open front of what had been a wall. It had come down at some point and she was already discussing with the Woodcraft, about the installation of a large set of doors that would protect the front from weather damage as at the moment, the rain just blew right in. 

"How can I help?"

On Mon, Jun 1, 2020 at 5:22 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
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.




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

Nutmeg
 

Note for the Healers, don't give the complicated cases to the newbies. "No, I visit once every other sevenday. I am no longer on concentrated visits as I do not need to be." There it was, that streak of gold - that firm edge to her voice that said that she wasn't going to be argued with, that her word was the law. Getting to her feet, Tyne smoothed down her shirt. "I think we're done here. I suggest that the next time you agree to take on a complicated case with significant history, that you take the time to read the case file first." Her firelizard would see the firm set to her face, the slit upward tilt of her jaw. To be honest, Tyne didn't care. "Now, unless you have any other burning questions, I do actually have things to be doing - actually helpful things."


On Mon, Jun 1, 2020 at 4:58 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
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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"Yes, I suppose it is. I mean, you have all been saying I need to think more about how I can integrate better. And how I need to think about what I want to do if I want to stay here." Fine, she would be nice and throw this newcomer a little bit of a bone. It wasn't as though it was entirely her fault that she had been given probably the Weyr's biggest file and she was being met with blatant hostility. Tyne let herself settle just a little and the flits on either shoulder did too. Although Bobbin was still giving Flare stink-eye as if daring the young gold to try anything. 

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

OoC: Repost!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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




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

Nutmeg
 

"Unfortunately, Wherhealing isn't a Craft in and of itself - although you could argue it could be." But that was a subject for the right audience and a couple skins of wine. "If you're interested in the training side, then you're right by sticking with the Whercraft. Technically I'm a Dragonhealer but chose to specialise with whers. So I suppose you could argue that I'm not technically part of the Whercraft but on secondment." He smiled wryly at the Apprentice. "But I'm glad you're finding the lectures interesting, some of them can be a bit much to take on - but I try to avoid being too overwhelming otherwise I'll be talking for days."


On Mon, Jun 1, 2020 at 4:23 PM Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:
"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 Crafters: Diagir (Whercraft), Reitz (Whercraft), Torinael (Healer)

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

Nutmeg
 

"Have your dragon send their faces to a friendly Crecheminder," Aulian called over his shoulder. "They'll be able to identify them. Look at their ages, I'd say they're all the right ages." He stepped up to the cave, keeping his voice low and soft as he called into it. "You in there lad? My name's Aulian. I'm a dragonhealer. I help to look after whers just like you. I just want to make sure you're okay." To be honest, he wasn't expecting much more than a roar and potentially the sight of teeth.


On Mon, Jun 1, 2020 at 4:20 PM Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:
"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 Crafters: Diagir (Whercraft), Reitz (Whercraft), Torinael (Healer)

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