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Re: Mm, Whatcha Say? (R'vbor, Healers) #healer-needed

Kouga
 

Hircoth whimpered as he slowly and carefully waded through the water to lower his paw on the sand near Rena. {{We flew well, but then Thread ate his straps and he fell. He fell and he fell and he fell and I thought he was going to die! He's still dying now!}} Hircoth let out another wail as his tail slapped against the water. {{When he hit the water, I felt pain pain pain! His legs are gone and his back is bitten.}} They weren't, of course, but the brown was describing the pain in the best way that he knew how.
ooc: Beautiful, darling<<

Hobath mentally grumbled at the description, but passed on what the
brown said to his chosen. He knew he was probably 'spoiled' as Rena
was want to say because she was a healer and knew how best to describe
things, but /still/. {{Concentrate}} The blue demanded once Rena was
moving {{Is it sharp or stabby or burney or squirmy? Is it all the
time or just if something makes him move? Can you feel yours
breathing? Is he feeling hot or cold? Is he talking to you?}} he
prodded trying to get Rena more information from the brown and in his
own way keep the brown from panicking.

Once the man was on the sand Rena moved as quickly as she could to
R'vbor's side careful not to move him at first and instead just trying
to look him over. She could tell his legs weren't right which agreed
with what Hobath had gotten from the brown. She couldn't make out
anything about his back from this angle, but she didn't want to move
R'vbor until help got there just because an injured back was never
good and it sounded like the brown was saying he hurt it too. Still
she did after a short pause move forward to running hands over arms,
shoulders, chest, legs and anything else to try and check for what
injuries she could feel without moving him and though riding leathers.
She would need a kit to get the leathers off and wasn't sure she
wanted to even do that until they could get him back depending on how
bad things were.

*Kouga*

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Re: Jingle Jingle Jingle {Rena, Fellan, Alyx}

Kouga
 

[Hum? Hum is noise? Cremmie likes noise, Cremmie likes bells. They go ring ring ring. Much fun.] Cremmie told the other wher, and when allowed by Alyx scooted forwards slowly to where he could sniff at the larger blue. He was excited about meeting another wher, but didn't jump or snap or even really pull on the leash. It was obvious that he was still quite young.
"Yes he's still a baby, he hatched during the quake. We were caved in
together when he hatched." Alyx spoke slowly, and clearly, though not
like she was speaking to an idiot. Just enough that reading her lips
would be easier. She'd dealt with hearing loss before.<<

The blue considered the little brown's words before mentally shrugging
((Noise Ring.)) he agreed keeping and eye on the other wher and the
hatchling ((Lil TwoLeg ring, talk Seek, talk Ravid, talk Sh'du, talk
Gr'un.)) he explained well used to mostly ignoring the bells the
hatchling had unless they rang in a way that said Fellan was talking
to him, he though the other whers did the same, but hadn't bothered to
ask them. ((Seek hum no can hide seek.)) he added explaining why he
had been humming namely because he couldn't really play anymore on
their nighttime outtings like he liked too.

With Rena there Fellan didn't much bother paying attention to the
other woman and so only noticed the slowed speech due to the fact that
his mama was translating slower than normal. It caused him to glance
from Rena to Alyx with a small bit of a frown ::Are you ok?:: he asked
after a moment trying to pay attention to her insead of the little
brown like he really wanted too. Honestly he was rather sorry that he
couldn't work with Whers for his craft, it would have been great since
he couldn't be a candidate, but he liked tailoring so he was ok in the
end.

"::Fellan actually finds it harder to understand if you speak slower
and it upsets him because usually people only due that because they
think he is a dimglow.::" Rena offered Alyx assuming like Fellan
himself that the boy was the reason for the sudden shift in speech.

The 12 turn old nodded reluctantly at Rena's words turning his
attention back to the little wher ::How did you have food for him?
MamaRena and MamaOpa said you have to feed them like you do
firelizards and dragons.:: he questioned resisting the urge to creep
closer to the tiny, by comparison, wher or try to 'speak' to him as a
habit from the wher's he knew now.

*Kouga*

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(GATHER) Small Fuzzy Things To Love (Jerwain)

Kouga
 

The stall could be heard before it was seen - a mixture of yipping, meowing and cheeping. Soft fluffy kittens curled up in cages, staring with wide eyes at passers-by. Tiny puppies wrestled with their litter-mates, tumbling head over heels in their own cages. Some seemed a little thin, some looked as though they might be a little too young to be sold but all were undoubtedly cute.
Most unusual of all, a box in front of the trader was filled with
wherry-chicks. Tiny as they were, their usual ugliness seemed almost
cute as they cheeped and tumbled over each other, tiny fluffy wings
flapping frantically. In the spirit of the day the trader had
carefully tied a red ribbon around each small neck in a neat bow.

As each pet was bought, for only a small extra fee, the trader placed
it in a pretty basket and tied down the top - perfect for a gift for
your love-to-be - as long as they WANTED a pet of course. But who
didn't want a tiny fluffy baby?

OOC: Warning! Buying wherry chicks will be the WORST PET EVER. You
remember how much of a bad idea it was getting a chick and duckling
onFriends? THIS IS A WORSE IDEA. They will not be house-trainable (or
even, really, trainable at all). They will poop everywhere. They will
need meat. They are wild animals who might just die randomly just
because. They will however, be cute for a brief period and I highly
encourage it for comedic value. <<

Jerwain had heard the rumors circling the gather, but it had taken him
some time to finally decide to look into it. He had been at the Weyr
for several turns now and was among a minority that didn't have a pet
of some sort. He had had chances to get a firelizard of course, but
well he just couldn't bring himself to do it no with his past
experiences with the creatures. They were nice to admire, but actually
have one? Sorry he just couldn't bring himself to do it.

He had heard rumor though of wherry chicks, fluffy little cute wherry
chicks. Sure he knew the big ones were not too friendly, but well
these were babies and being sold as pets surly they had been bred for
it right? Well and maybe he actually missed his little cousins some?
Even if he wouldn't admit it. Because they were all pains in his tail
even if it had always been his fault he was stuck watching them, he
couldn't just let them wander alone after all...

Suddenly drawn from his thoughts the candidate blinked as he realised
he was actually at the stall. Well there was that then, and teach him
to get lost in his thoughts and wonder a gather. Spotting the little
balls of fluff he couldn't help but to grin ok so maybe this was what
he needed a little cute fluffy thing. He didn't know where he would
keep them once they got bigger, but well he was sure he could figure
that out later. Besides he was always so good with his marks it
wouldn't hurt him to actually /spend/ a few.

"I had some questions about the wherry chicks if I may." he asked once
the stall owner was free.

ooc: again hope this isn't too late to start and sorry it took so
long... also are all the little wherrys yellow or has he managed to
get some 'weird' colour ones /somehow/...

*Kouga*

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Re: (Gather) Good Food, Good Friends (I'des, Kassia)

Steelsilver
 

I'des handed over his small pouch, then accepted Kassia's. "You can see your gifts first." He offered. " I couldn't decide, so I got you two." 

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(Wood) bracelet one:  https://i.etsystatic.com/6120271/r/il/00cd37/1565674762/il_570xN.1565674762_oj5q.jpg

(Gray Jasper) Bracelet two: https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/1184/9094/products/bracelets-8mm-grey-jasper-stone-micro-pave-bracelets-1_600x.jpg?v=1571439727


Re: Wher There's A Will (I'des/Nuffink, Insera)

Steelsilver
 

"He was doing really good before the quake. He's a smart boy." I'des responded. "And... I don't really know what happened, I blacked out, but I think my bronze was mad at him for hurting me." He added, slowly. "They're fine now. Sunstreath just mostly ignores him. They don't fight or anything."  


Everything Hurts and Nothing's Okay (R'vbor, Ozfini)

Ren
 

R'vbor groaned miserably as sleep slipped from him yet again thanks to the loud grumbling of his stomach. He probably had to pee too but couldn't feel that. He didn't dare move since experience taught him that a brand new world of pain awaited him if he so much as thought about it. All R'vbor could do was hope for a healer to swing by soon. One thing he knew that he could count on was his dragon immediately showing up once the brown sensed that his rider was awake.

{{R'vbor,}} Hircoth sighed his name as though it were a prayer. {{My love, you're awake again. You did well, sleeping four candlemarks quite calmly without waking. You did not fuss much and your dreams were good.}}

{{Ugh, four hours? That's wher ass,}} R'vbor mentally swore. {{I used to be able to sleep ten.}}

{{And you used to be able to walk and ride me. I hope that you're able to ride me again one day...}} R'vbor's heart hurt at his dragon's wistful tone. He knew that this wasn't his fault, that it was Thread's, but he still felt like garbage.

{{Hey what healer is around? Can you ask them in here?}}

Hircoth scanned the infirmary and found the closest healer to be an old woman. Hircoth tried to bespeak her but it came up nothing. All that he heard was that soft static that he heard when he tried to talk to Torinael, which meant this woman was dragondeaf too. {{Ugh, where is a firelizard when you need one?}} He grumbled to himself. {{R'vbor, can you shout? She moves away and I cannot bespeak her.}}

"Man, what is it with the healers hiring dragondeaf lately?" R'vbor grumbled before raising his voice. "Excuse me! Lady Healer!"

Hearing the fuss R'vbor was making, Ozfini peered inside his door and tutted. "Dearie, you needn't shout, hm? I'd make my way to you soon, yes?"

Pained though he was, R'vbor still gave the woman a little smile and nodded. "Yes, Senior Journeyman." He could see her knots now. "Um, I'm hungry and hurt, and I'm pretty sure I need to relieve myself. Could you help me, ma'am? My dragon tried to ask you, but-"

"I can't say I could hear them, for I'm dragondeaf," Ozfini interrupted with a wave of her hand as she washed her hands in redwort before getting the numbweed. "I'm here now, so let's get you started. My name is Ozfini and I daresay that you and I shall see plenty of each other if this is your chart." As she scrubbed, she'd been reading the papers on the wall. "Poor thing, plummeting into the ocean like that. You're lucky that you were fished out soon or you could have easily died." Ozfini approached him and began carefully unwinding bandages and applying fresh numbweed. "They look alright today. I'd say another sevenday or so and you can start physical therapy to try to use the again."

"That's such a long time!" R'vbor complained with a sigh. "Ah well.... at least you said I can use them oe day."
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Ren's Riders: Arialae, C'fan (Fort), 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), Ozfini (Healer)

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


I Swear On My Dragon, I Didn't Do It! (C'fan, ALL)

Ren
 

He was... accused of stabbing the Weyrwoman? C'fan hadn't even been on the dancefloor let alone anywhere near Kassia. Unlike some, he had no idea that this wasn't the Weyrwoman but instead her cousin. C'fan's mind raced with the injustice of it all as well as the implications. What would happen to him? What about the little wher he'd just bought? What would happen to it when he was inevitably locked up. Innocent or not, he had in fact been implicated in the act. Feeling something heavy tug the back of his tunic, C'fan reached around to grab it and found a boody dagger. He stared at the item stupidly, not even connecting the dots that holding a bloody knife was nigh the same as stabbing Kassia again.
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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 Dance, Stabbing) What About Foreth? (attn: any!)

Mya L. R.
 

OOC: edited because I forgot to delete a word before sending.  Oops

Micaya heard the shriek about someone attacking the Weyrwoman.  She was twelve, and smaller than all these adults, so couldn't see past them to tell what was happening over there.  Then another voice rang out ordering the dance floor be cleared.  Others started moving for the exit before the youngster could recover from the shock, people bumping into others, pushing, rushing.  A few people bumped into her stirring her into action and she went stumbling for the exit with something else specific in mind.

She wouldn't be any help on the Dance Floor, or in this ruckus at all.  It felt a bit suffocating amid all the people until she burst out away from the dance, rushing away from the area, yelling.  "Is she okay?  HOW IS FORETH?  The Weyrwoman was attacked!"

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Member Name: MyaL
Discord: Neffeyn#8723


(Gather Dance, Stabbing) What About Foreth? (attn: any!)

Mya L. R.
 

Micaya heard the shriek about someone attacking the Weyrwoman.  She was twelve, and smaller than all these adults, so couldn't see past them to tell what was happening over there.  Then another voice rang out ordering the dance floor be cleared.  Others started moving for the exit before the youngster could recover from the shock, people bumping into others, pushing, rushing.  A few people bumped into her stirring her into action and she went stumbling for the exit with something else specific in mind.

She wouldn't be any help on the Dance Floor, or in this ruckus at all.  It felt a bit suffocating amid all the people until she burst out away from the dance, rushing away from the area, yelling.  "Is she okay?  HOW IS FORETH OKAY?  The Weyrwoman was attacked!"


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Member Name: MyaL
Discord: Neffeyn#8723


(Gather Dance) Just Thought We Could Dance (attn: K'sway, Rionnon)

Mya L. R.
 

Music floated through the air, majestic and smooth, as could be expected from the Harpers.  Rionnon came to a stop away from where people were already dancing.  She'd dressed in a black wrap dress with a low cut 'V' neck that was certainly showing a fair amount of healthy-toned skin.

Her gaze swept over all the men not yet dancing until her gaze fell onto someone that looked about her age.  Leaving her spot she wound her way over to the guy.  "Hi there, don't have a dance partner yet?"

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Member Name: MyaL
Discord: Neffeyn#8723


Re: [ Gather Dance ] Murder on the Dance Floor [ Attn. ALL/HEALER ]

Kevin M
 

On Mon, Jun 8, 2020 at 07:03 PM, Laura Walker wrote:
And B'lin had forgotten that his job had been meant to be to fetch Sh'ain, had forgotten it the moment he realised the person hurt was Sina.
 
"What happened?" He wasn't sure if he was asking Sh'ain, the Healer or Sina as he dropped down to his knees next to them.
On Mon, Jun 8, 2020 at 07:17 PM, sailyn2 wrote:
Sina was starting to feel a bit floaty and out there. The whole thing just felt so surreal. Surely she wasn't the one lying there with her blood being staunched by shirts that were meant to be admired by rankers, not trying to slow the blood leaving her body. A familiar face came into view and she grabbed at B'lin's hand. "I'm pregnant," she blurted.
"Somebody stabbed her," Sh'ain responded, then frowned as his memory replayed the incident.  That woman, the one who had tried to cut in... she'd actually shouted about her - well, the Weyrwoman - being attacked before Sina had reacted.  He looked up, looking around for the stranger.  He didn't bother looking around for whomever she'd accused; he hadn't looked at the time and the man was undoubtedly long gone.
 
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Re: [ Gather Dance ] Murder on the Dance Floor [ Attn. ALL/HEALER ]

sailyn2
 

Sina was starting to feel a bit floaty and out there. The whole thing just felt so surreal. Surely she wasn't the one lying there with her blood being staunched by shirts that were meant to be admired by rankers, not trying to slow the blood leaving her body. A familiar face came into view and she grabbed at B'lin's hand. "I'm pregnant," she blurted.


Re: (Gather) Good Food, Good Friends (I'des, Kassia)

sailyn2
 

Kassia eagerly pulled hers over, then reached into her bag to pull out small parcel with I'des name on it. She handed it over. "This one's yours."


Re: Wher There's A Will (I'des/Nuffink, Insera)

sailyn2
 

"You need to start working from the very beginning until it's almost automatic that he sits when he hears the word," Insera said.

~Good Nuffink. Good sit.~ Sorrel relaxed and then sat as well.


Re: [ Gather Dance ] Murder on the Dance Floor [ Attn. ALL/HEALER ]

Laura Walker
 

And B'lin had forgotten that his job had been meant to be to fetch Sh'ain, had forgotten it the moment he realised the person hurt was Sina.

"What happened?" He wasn't sure if he was asking Sh'ain, the Healer or Sina as he dropped down to his knees next to them.

On Mon, Jun 8, 2020 at 11:42 PM Kevin M <LrdSlvrhnd@...> wrote:
On Mon, Jun 8, 2020 at 12:47 PM, Aaron wrote:
The time it took for Cuylar to run to Sina seemed like an eternity to him. From the first scream to the cries for help, only a few moments passed. He was moving, and the guards let him through in a mere instant, but Cuylar could have sworn he had stood frozen for an hour.
 
"You're going to be OK," he said to Sina. "Help me lie her down. We're going to get you help, all right?"
 
"Here we go. Bend your knees." He laid Sina down onto her back with her knees flexed. He pulled out his knife and carefully cut away the fabric of her dress around the wound.
 
Nothing left in the wound, nothing stuck to it...
 
Cuylar would have torn up his own shirt, but it was fair to decently drenched in sweat from the dancing he had been doing with Bl'by. So he cast about for the first person he could find with a dry shirt on and said,
 
"Give me your shirt."
 
"This is my Gather best, I'm not about to–"
 
"The Weyr will compensate you, now give me your fecking shirt!"
 
The tone of Cuylar's voice set the man's eyebrows to climbing into his hair, and he argued no more. He pulled the shirt off and gave it to Cuylar, who began to cut it into strips to make an improvised bandage.
 
"You two. Go to the Healer tent and bring a journeyman and a stretcher."
 
These did not wait for Cuylar to use his Big Voice. They ran straightaway.
 
"See, there we go," he said to Sina. "We'll have you patched up in no time." This was going to require surgery. But he had to keep Sina awake and do his best not to let her go into shock. He dressed the wound and then covered it with more strips from the shirt, tying the covering strips on the opposite side.
Sh'ain held Sina as it dawned on him that the "attacked Weyrwoman" was in actuality her lookalike.  "You'll be okay, Sina," he said, then looked around.  "Can I get a Healer over here?" he called out loudly, looking around.  He would have waved just to make extra sure any Healers nearby knew exactly where to go if he hadn't been holding the woman up.  He looked grateful when Cuylar came over, and helped lower her to the floor as directed.  As soon as she was down and the other man started cutting her dress open, Sh'ain unbuttoned the gold-and-blue brocade vest and shrugged out of it, taking an extra moment to make sure that the blood on his hands and shirtsleeve didn't get on it in the process, and then started undoing the lacing of the shirt beneath, just enough to be able to pull it over his head.  By the time the random gawker had refused to give over his shirt, the bluerider was stripped to the waist and pressing his own into the Healer's hands.  One sleeve may have already been bloody, but the rest was still pristine and eminently serviceable for bandaging purposes.  "This isn't the Weyrwoman, her name's Sina," he informed Cuylar.
 
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Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


But you'd better not kill the groove Attn Ilanna, R'tal, Foreth

Laura Walker
 

No-one was keening. That was always a good start.

R'tal had stopped when the keening started, head turning as he tried to work out just where Kassia was. He was at the wrong side of the dancefloor was the trouble, too many people between them - people who were now starting to move in unpredictable ways.

Talith was already reaching for Foreth. ((Is yours hurt? How badly? Do you need us with you?))




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


Re: [ Gather Dance ] Murder on the Dance Floor [ Attn. ALL/HEALER ]

Kevin M
 

On Mon, Jun 8, 2020 at 12:47 PM, Aaron wrote:
The time it took for Cuylar to run to Sina seemed like an eternity to him. From the first scream to the cries for help, only a few moments passed. He was moving, and the guards let him through in a mere instant, but Cuylar could have sworn he had stood frozen for an hour.
 
"You're going to be OK," he said to Sina. "Help me lie her down. We're going to get you help, all right?"
 
"Here we go. Bend your knees." He laid Sina down onto her back with her knees flexed. He pulled out his knife and carefully cut away the fabric of her dress around the wound.
 
Nothing left in the wound, nothing stuck to it...
 
Cuylar would have torn up his own shirt, but it was fair to decently drenched in sweat from the dancing he had been doing with Bl'by. So he cast about for the first person he could find with a dry shirt on and said,
 
"Give me your shirt."
 
"This is my Gather best, I'm not about to–"
 
"The Weyr will compensate you, now give me your fecking shirt!"
 
The tone of Cuylar's voice set the man's eyebrows to climbing into his hair, and he argued no more. He pulled the shirt off and gave it to Cuylar, who began to cut it into strips to make an improvised bandage.
 
"You two. Go to the Healer tent and bring a journeyman and a stretcher."
 
These did not wait for Cuylar to use his Big Voice. They ran straightaway.
 
"See, there we go," he said to Sina. "We'll have you patched up in no time." This was going to require surgery. But he had to keep Sina awake and do his best not to let her go into shock. He dressed the wound and then covered it with more strips from the shirt, tying the covering strips on the opposite side.
Sh'ain held Sina as it dawned on him that the "attacked Weyrwoman" was in actuality her lookalike.  "You'll be okay, Sina," he said, then looked around.  "Can I get a Healer over here?" he called out loudly, looking around.  He would have waved just to make extra sure any Healers nearby knew exactly where to go if he hadn't been holding the woman up.  He looked grateful when Cuylar came over, and helped lower her to the floor as directed.  As soon as she was down and the other man started cutting her dress open, Sh'ain unbuttoned the gold-and-blue brocade vest and shrugged out of it, taking an extra moment to make sure that the blood on his hands and shirtsleeve didn't get on it in the process, and then started undoing the lacing of the shirt beneath, just enough to be able to pull it over his head.  By the time the random gawker had refused to give over his shirt, the bluerider was stripped to the waist and pressing his own into the Healer's hands.  One sleeve may have already been bloody, but the rest was still pristine and eminently serviceable for bandaging purposes.  "This isn't the Weyrwoman, her name's Sina," he informed Cuylar.
 
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Re: Gather: Callamere Whers Stall Atten: Marsali, Revai

Rosiegirl
 

Glancing around just to be sure no one else was waiting, when Revai spoke directly to her Marsali straightened up slightly and smiled at the other woman while greeting her with a friendly "Good afternoon, Ma'am. I hope you've had a wonderful Gather so far. I'm actually curious about your Callamere White runners and wanted to find out more about them, if you're not too busy? The stablehands where the Arolos Cup runners were located directed me here." 

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On Mon, Jun 8, 2020 at 10:18 AM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:
Revai noticed the young woman next. "Can I help you?"


Re: #stabbing If You Think You're Getting Away Attn Bl'by, Andronda, Cuylar, T'baran #stabbing

Steelsilver
 

Muikoth was awake now, and on alert, the blue creeping to Traynth's side, craning his neck to try and see where His was. Where was V'rex? What was going on?! ((We- we need to get out of here. Where are our riders? What's going on?)) Draconic memory was an odd thing, especially when his rider was in a full blown state of panic. 

Any moment now the dragons would start keening, V'rex thought, and nearly lost his footing when Bl'by stopped, the blue rider in a state of near shock. 


Re: #stabbing If You Think You're Getting Away Attn Bl'by, Andronda, Cuylar, T'baran #stabbing

Laura Walker
 

((No, he shouldn't be there, that's dangerous.)) Traynth's voice had a squeak of panic in it; back in the crowd Bl'by had stopped for a moment, still anchoring V'rex and Andie, to swear quietly and fiercely. ((I am here--)) a quick flash of his location ((--but they have to go.))


On Mon, Jun 8, 2020 at 10:52 PM Aaron <cobalt.knight@...> wrote:
((Cuylar is helping to save the one who was hurt,)) said Elphith. ((Where are you?)) she asked. ((I will come and be with you.)) She had a feeling that Traynth was in a bad way. Cuylar felt fine to her. He was in Healer mode.

***

((Mine is looking for yours.)) Traynth didn't have to pretend to be calm; there was no-one looking at him to see if he looked scared so he could crouch and shiver and chew his tail all he needed to. He reached for Elphith, fear tinging his voice. ((He wants to get them out of here but he can't find him.))



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