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

Nutmeg
 

"They're ever so clumsy for a good while and so just use claws and teeth to hang on. Expect scratches and bites and holes in shirts but it's not done intentionally, that's the thing to remember. Just instinctively using what they have to try and keep their balance. Many turns ago, Sythy - my older sister who used to be in  charge, told me about a brownrider who bought a green when he was a Candidate and proudly showed off the pouches he had had sewn inside all of his shirts so she could hide there!"

She glanced at the egg he was indicating, "If that's the one you think you're after I can have it potted up for you. I would recommend that you return to the Weyr and store it for safekeeping in a warm location and not walk the Gather with it. One it upsets the ambiance and two, you're probably going to get it stolen."

On Sun, Jun 14, 2020 at 1:24 PM Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:
The images of a firelizard rolling around with a toy and not being able to perch properly nearly made L'nix squeal in a very unmanly way. He held it in, however, and looked over the eggs, trying to find one that spoke to him. "I can definitely get her a few toys to play with. The image of her trying and failing to stand on my shoulder like the adults is... cute." He smiled as an egg with many shades of green blended together caught his eye. "This one, I think. I like the almost-pattern on it."
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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...



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

Nutmeg
 

"Different prices, yes. However we assess the suitability of all interested in purchasing our stock and reserve the right to refuse sale at any time." Not that she was saying she was refusing sale, it was clear that she was just laying down terms. Her eyes followed his hand's movement and she gave a nod. "So that's our bronze tray. All eggs have an extremely high probability of hatching the colour that we assess them as. It is possible for a bronze allocated egg to hatch brown but it's rare. Same going the other way, a brown allocated egg could actually hatch a small bronze - but again, it's unlikely."


On Sun, Jun 14, 2020 at 1:15 PM Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:
Respect was clear in D'cul's tone and expression as he regarded Giselle. "Clearly I did come to the right place. That's a level of care I aspire to give to one of these creatures if you'll have me. I've the spare marks to afford it, ah but then I suppose that there are different prices per color. It looks like they're arranged by size," he gestured to the different trays, "So I'm going to presume that's an indication of different colors. What would this one be?" He gestured to the gorgeous egg that had caught his attention, which would have been sitting on a bronze tray.
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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...



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The Lakeside Equation (attn: Tai'zen, Rionnon)

Mya L. R.
 

The blonde sat out amid the late afternoon sunlight, not far from the lakeside, with a thin shawl draped protectively over her pale shoulders.  She'd been sitting there for sometime already, moving the pencil in her hand across the papers laid out across her lap.  From time-to-time the more grey seeming eyes would lift from the papers and be directed straight out across the lake.  That gaze would shift about ever so slightly.  Sometimes on one dragon but would soon shift away, sometimes checking out another dragon, sometimes looking toward the sky.  After a short period her gaze always dropped back onto the papers.

Once looking back at them her hand would move again, not in sweeping or artistic gestures.  They were small movements slowly making its way across the pages.  She'd been there long enough that she'd seen several riders start and finish cleaning their dragons.  A third pair had finished and left the lake by the time she removed the pencil from the papers, skimming her gaze over what she'd been scribbling down over that entire time.

Most of her work were numbers, equations with some of them clearly labeled by colors with some numbers quite clearly being something around the size of those colors.  Those equations, except the blue, ended in percentages that ended up being used in the other strings of numbers.  Rionnon tapped the end of her pencil thoughtfully against the final numbers she'd come up with in the final green, brown and bronze rows.  Those numbers didn't seem that big a spread compared against the more solid numbers she'd marked in the blue rows either.

She let the pencil tap over them several more times carefully studying the numbers.  Finally, though, she shook her head.  Her sample size was too small to know if there was anything else she needed to add to the equations.  And with Rukbat sinking ever closer to the Rim, she didn't really have that much time left for her figuring right now.  Making it time for a more direct approach.

The eyes rose from the paper again and this time swept around the area, not stopping on the dragons that'd arrived.  This time she glanced at the riders.


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Re: Browns Are Always Best ((Attn: K'sway, Calyse))

 

Calyse offered a small smile after a tilt of her head, disarmed by his friendly manner and way of speaking. "Glad to help," she said flatly, bending to fetch the scrubber and a smear of sand with her other hand. "Sixanth is a good, strong name for a brown. Mine is Calyse." Before approaching the dragon, however, she paused to look into his giant faceted eyes. "May I wash you?" 

On Thu, Jun 18, 2020, 12:57 PM Steelsilver <theglitteryone2@...> wrote:
"Good evening, from both of uth!" K'sway looked up, startled, from his industrious scrubbing, at the voice, spotted the speaker, and gave her an immediate warm smile. "And thure! Always end up needing a hand or two. Help yourthelf." he added, gesturing to the bucket of soapsand, and the scrubber near it. "Sixanth an' me like having company." 

The brown snorted. 


Re: (Gather) Wandering the Gather Att: Androna/Maglor

Jerzy Tobin
 

Maglor was examining a few belt-knives, looking up just in time to spot the goldrider, looking confused a moment before he recognized her. "Lady Andronda." the Harper greeted, in surprise, before offering her a smile. "You may not remember me, but I'm Journeyman Harper Maglor. I believe you met my whers and I a few sevendays back."
Andronda paused, a bit startled when the stranger with the Harper
knots called out her name. But as soon as he said his name, she
remembered just who he was. Which was as well, since she wouldn't
have recognized him in the daylight if he hadn't.

"Hello, Maglor! Its nice to meet you again. Are you enjoying the gather?"



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

Whizzy: Jerzy
Aim: Yue146


Re: (Gather) Wandering the Gather Att: Androna/Maglor

Steelsilver
 

Maglor was examining a few belt-knives, looking up just in time to spot the goldrider, looking confused a moment before he recognized her. "Lady Andronda." the Harper greeted, in surprise, before offering her a smile. "You may not remember me, but I'm Journeyman Harper Maglor. I believe you met my whers and I a few sevendays back." 


Re: Browns Are Always Best ((Attn: K'sway, Calyse))

Steelsilver
 

"Good evening, from both of uth!" K'sway looked up, startled, from his industrious scrubbing, at the voice, spotted the speaker, and gave her an immediate warm smile. "And thure! Always end up needing a hand or two. Help yourthelf." he added, gesturing to the bucket of soapsand, and the scrubber near it. "Sixanth an' me like having company." 

The brown snorted. 


(Gather) Wandering the Gather Att: Androna/Maglor

Jerzy Tobin
 

It was the morning of the second day of the Gather, and with the
windfall she had won on the Cup the day before, Andronda intended to
enjoy a day full of shopping. Both for herself and for a few others.
She wanted to get a gift for Kassia, at the very least, and maybe
something small for Sarati, since the young woman was her assistant
now. She wasn't sure just *what* to get either woman, but she was
sure she could find something. She also intended to get her wher egg
today, as well. Having a pair of guards trailing behind her was all
well and good, but as Kassia had pointed out, it wasn't always
convenient. And now that Marbles was a little older, and not so
skittish, now would be a good time to get that wher, before she got
too much more busy.

For now, though, she was simply walking through the stalls, pausing to
admire the goods here and there as they caught her eye.



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

Whizzy: Jerzy
Aim: Yue146


Re: So You're My New Assistant Att: Sarati/Andronda

Jerzy Tobin
 

"I am at your disposal, m'lady," Sarati said. "I have plenty of experience organizing paperwork if you're struggling. Just point me in the right direction and I can get started."
"Not struggling, necessarily," Andronda said, "but I would rather not
reach that point, either. Right now I need help sorting out the
paperwork and schedules for the special tithe the Weyrwoman as
requested me to oversee - the special fish shipments for Foreth."


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

Whizzy: Jerzy
Aim: Yue146


Re: Learning the Lay...of where? (attn: N'ka, Rionnon, Koyo)

Kouga
 

OOC: Date is 05.05
Two blonde women strode from Alonel Hold's stable. "I know my way
back, you didn't...need...to come with me." The taller female said,
emphasizing the 'need', to the shorter, curvier female that was
walking beside her and keeping pace quite easily. They'd arrived at
Alonel three days before so most of the sights were new to Rionnon,
not the her calm footsteps indicated any uncertainty about where she
was going. "*You*," she began elongating the word somewhat with a
hint of determination, "said yourself, sis, that it changed some from
what you remembered. I at least got a *tour* the first day we got
here."

"You got a tour to a Tailor." Koyo said, correcting her younger
sister's assertion, and breathing in she let a smile spread across her
face. "Your attention was partly on a-DRESSing your lack of Southern
attire, not on knowing where everything is."

Rionnon breathed out through her nose sharply, being careful that no
sound escaped her, though a sigh definitely tried rising into her
mouth. She stopped in place, closing her eyes while she tried
clearing the knowledge of the pun from her mind. Except she heard her
sister take a sharp sudden breath, making her open her eyes again to
see what had gotten that reaction from Koyo.

"Hey, Rionnon, look over there, there's a dragon here! You get to be
here for the first time we get to see a Southern dragon." Koyo said
pointing.<<

N'ka rolled her eyes at Tanguyth the great blue beast as he sprawled
out the second she was off of his shoulder to enjoy all the people
gathering around. She had been assigned rounds today and managed to
bribe Sh'in into to coming. It hadn't been hard honestly, but /still/
she pretended for the sake of letting them both save face. After all
no way was she about to admit that Tanguyth had been whineing ever
since they were moved wings that he didn't have Shacath with him
anymore. They had been moved to the new wing a bit back and Sh'in and
Shacath had stayed with the Clouddanders and both dragons had been
complaining about it. So yes it hadn't been hard to convince the
greenrider to get out, but they both were going to pretend.

Tanguyth for his part ignored the running commentary from his person
and instead offered a happy hum to the slowly gathering crowd. So what
if he had missed Shacath? He had flown with her for as long as he
could remember! He knew there was a time he hadn't his N'ka remembered
it, but he didn't so he didn't care, he had wanted his green. So maybe
the blue was a little pouty over the whole thing, but well /people/ so
all was better! The blue reached out to the closest person from the
crowd happily greeting them with a {{Hello there!}}.

For her part Shacath was happily watching her little blue. He was such
a funny blue, but she didn't mind at all he was her little blue. She
found dragons were so hard to collect so she liked that Tanguyth
didn't mind she had collected him and was sad to find the new blue she
flew with after he moved wasn't as fun and definitely didn't want to
be collected much to her sadness. She had settled a bit behind the
blue to let her Sh'in off so she could go stand with N'ka and talk to
the humans before moving to settle beside the blue crooning a greeting
to the group he had already gathered.

ooc: sorry apparently this reply got buried in the draft folder cause
i did it a while ago >.>

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Re: Gather: Callamere Whers Stall Atten: Revai/Lennaye/T'ryn

Jerzy Tobin
 

Revai recognized the former Weyrleader. "Of course, sir. We don't normally sell to Candidates, but I trust you would ensure that the runner is well taken care of should she Impress?"
T'ryn nodded in understanding. He could see not wanting to sell such
valuable beasts to someone who couldn't guarantee to be around to care
for it later on, on the whim of a dragonet.

"I intend to do so, yes," T'ryn answered. "As it happens, Lennaye has
laid down plans in case just such a thing happens, and I wouldn't have
allowed her to come here if she hadn't. No matter what happens, I
guarantee that the runner would be well taken care of, no matter the
circumstances."



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

Whizzy: Jerzy
Aim: Yue146


Re: Gather: Tailor Stall (Attn: Bronwynn, Z'rain)

Aaron
 

Z'rain whistled.

"Six Turns, Faranth. He'll be a grown man before I know it, won't he? Well, I've got all day," he said. "If you're not ready to get rid of me, maybe I could see him after things wrap up here today?"

"I've been... OK," he continued. He was not sure he would ever be great, but seeing his sister helped. He should visit more. He would consider asking for a transfer if it would not mean giving up everything he had at Igen, too... "I'm happy to see you."

***

"I'm doing...actually pretty great! I had an amazing sale of a Gather dress not too long ago, not at this Gather, and...I even won a bit of marks on Hard Luck. I couldn't believe that he actually won!" Smiling, touching the fabric of her dress Bronwynn added "I've come up with a different type of fabric, one that's lighter and breathable but still a bit sturdy, meaning less likely to cause overheating in this heat if you layer the fabric, and it seems to be a bit of a hit too." Smiling, she added "Wysin's going to be so upset he missed seeing you, with me working the booth I didn't bring him to the Gather this early. He's 6 turns old now, I still can't believe it!" 

Pulling back a bit more, Bronwynn asked eagerly "But what about you? How have you been?" Even as she asked, she raked her eyes down his form remembering his question that had startled her. She did, indeed, recognize the outfit he was wearing as one she'd made...and it still *looked* in relatively ok condition, but it didn't hurt to get something *new* to wear either. 


Re: Gather: Tailor Stall (Attn: Bronwynn, Z'rain)

Rosiegirl
 

((OOC: Omg, I'm so sorry! I don't know how I missed this thread when doing all my others before!))

Hugging him tightly, smiling wide as she wrapped her arms tightly around him, it was several long moments before she loosened her arms and pulled back to reply. 

"I'm doing...actually pretty great! I had an amazing sale of a Gather dress not too long ago, not at this Gather, and...I even won a bit of marks on Hard Luck. I couldn't believe that he actually won!" Smiling, touching the fabric of her dress Bronwynn added "I've come up with a different type of fabric, one that's lighter and breathable but still a bit sturdy, meaning less likely to cause overheating in this heat if you layer the fabric, and it seems to be a bit of a hit too." Smiling, she added "Wysin's going to be so upset he missed seeing you, with me working the booth I didn't bring him to the Gather this early. He's 6 turns old now, I still can't believe it!" 

Pulling back a bit more, Bronwynn asked eagerly "But what about you? How have you been?" Even as she asked, she raked her eyes down his form remembering his question that had startled her. She did, indeed, recognize the outfit he was wearing as one she'd made...and it still *looked* in relatively ok condition, but it didn't hurt to get something *new* to wear either. 

On Sat, May 30, 2020 at 7:46 AM Aaron <cobalt.knight@...> wrote:
Z'rain laughed happily as he embraced his sister. It really had been too long. There really was nothing like seeing that smile.

"Hey, Bron. How have you been?" he asked her.

***

That gasp turned to an excited “Z’rain?!” and then a heartbeat later she was moving toward him.

A bright, happy smile on her face, Bronwynn rushed forward, dress swirling around her legs, to give her half-brother an enthusiastic hug. It had been so long since she’d seen him. 


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

Nutmeg
 

OoC: Sorry Laurie! This one didn't show up for me!

IC: Dytha had grimaced with a shudder. "Exactly, shells can you imagine if smashing open the eggs was the NORMAL thing to do?" She had visibly balked at the idea of Candidates dragging the malformed bodies of undeveloped hatchlings from their eggs. "And you know, I DID hear something like that!" she had exclaimed, her eyes darting from side to side as she leaned in a little conspiratorially. "I heard that when she tried to pick it up... it.... it's head came off! Just as she Impressed to it!" Now there was nightmare fodder and then some and immediately her mind had flashed with the image of Ilexeth's transparent body when she had opened the egg up. What might have happened if she had tried to pick her up?


On Thu, Jun 18, 2020 at 3:21 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
bump

On Sun, Jun 14, 2020 at 9:08 PM Laurie Hicks <laurie.lynne@...> wrote:
Mendl nodded vehemently. "Exactly. It's like how if you're dozing, and you feel like you've been in a dream for hours but find out you've only been asleep like 15 minutes or so. Mental time is different from physical time." She became pensive again.

"I'm glad we rarely have unhatched eggs. If it were common, I'm not sure that we could keep candidates from smashing eggs open." She shuddered. "And I don't want more people seeing what's inside there. We'd have a Weyr full of candidates having nightmares. Or," she raised her hand to her mouth in horror, "did you hear what happened Turns ago? Someone not even a candidate opened an unhatched egg and Impressed it, and the dragon died almost immediately after. They still say her ghost haunts the tunnels in the Caverns."

On Sun, Jun 14, 2020 at 12:48 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
With it decided, Dytha gave Ponth a sharp mental nudge, waking her up from her doze entwined about Vukoth and asked her to meet them in the Weyrbowl. Not surprisingly, there was a lot of grumbling but with the promises that she was only needed for a very short time, the green conceded and she would be in the Bowl by the time they came out of the tunnels.

They had begun walking down the tunnels and Dytha had slowed their pace slightly as it was clear that Mendl was beginning to talk a little about what was on her mind. She had whistled a low greeting to Eyesis as she arrived, noting the unusual markings on the green's wings. "I know what you mean. This felt... unnervingly bigger. Especially when they started talking about concerns that should the truth ever get out, we would see scores of Candidates kicking unhatched eggs in the hopes of finding their lifemate alive inside." She had shuddered visibly at the thought only to give Mendl a thoughtful look as the other expressed her opinion.

"Honestly? That's exactly my thoughts on it. It's why I personally believe that Ilexeth chose Ambrelli. Because in that moment in time, Ambrelli was what Ilexeth needed to guarantee a better chance at survival. Because if it's all "the dragon knows" how is their Rider always in the Weyr? Why are they not at High Reaches, Telgar, shells even Fort." Dytha tossed a careful glance over her shoulder, well aware that their topic was treading into somewhat controversial areas and didn't want to upset any eavesdroppers. She'd already done that the day before. "I believe that there is a certain emotional... resonance they look for. Something that feels... compatible. A bit how we get a feel for people and decide if we like them or not. But ultimately, I think so much of it comes down to a very primal need to survive and they pick the one that they feel, feels as though will increase those chances. Even when it seems a poor personality match, the dragon seems to thrive on the conflict - that's still a sort of drive to keep going. I don't think it's some mystical thing that is how they know their Rider's name. My thoughts on it is that at the moment of Impression when the "dragon space" is made, through that connection is when they get their Rider's name, because they have taken it from the Rider's head even before that person is fully aware of what has happened. The dragon knows because they're seeking to make that survival connection."

On Sun, Jun 14, 2020 at 3:53 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
"No straps. It's not that far, and I trust Ponth." Mendl had been at the Weyr enough Turns that being a passenger on a dragon was almost second-nature. 

"Oh, I know. I...I haven't been sleeping well because of it. I think...I know we've dissected flit eggs, and those just didn't seem so close to home, even though I have Eyesis here." She rubbed her firelizard's neck when Eyesis decided to land on her shoulder. Her wings were spread so you could see the markings that looked like eyes on her wings. (ooc: think luna moth.) She was proud of those markings, and was also obscenely proud that she'd had unhatched eggs at one time to provide Mendl study material.

"But dragons. If superstition is to be believed, those babies were meant for someone. On the other hand, if this same superstition is to be believed, then maybe those dragons were meant for someone hundreds of Turns ago. Or hundreds of Turns in the future."  She shook her head. "I think baby dragons just pick whoever the best choice is from the Standing candidates. Or, in your case, whoever is closest when they Hatch." Again, rambling. And hopefully not hurting Dytha's feelings.

On Sat, Jun 13, 2020 at 5:04 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
"Don't ask. I keep having to explain why he can never catch her - or at least, I don't think he can - I'm sure he must be much too big! But he's just as infatuated with her which doesn't help! Because Ponth keeps asking me why Vukoth can't possibly catch her." Dytha rolled her eyes as she gestured that they wander down the tunnel. "You all right with no straps if you hang onto me, or would you prefer something to tie you down? We can cut through into my weyr and take a few minutes to strap her up." 

She smiled but it wasn't quite there. "This past month has been something else, hasn't it? Shells, I didn't realise how much I wanted to go back to normal after those first couple sevenday. I feel like I could sleep for a month and still need a month more to rest."

On Sat, Jun 13, 2020 at 9:48 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
"Ponth? And a bronze? I hope it's a small one," Mendl said with a wince. Though so far none of the SEF greens had run into any mating-flight issues. She leaned up against the wall. "This month has been exhausting, hasn't it? I'm kind of glad I only have a firelizard to manage, I don't know how you managed with Ponth, too. Oh, and of course I'd like to ride her to the Gather. Much better than those bumpy carts." 

Mendl knew she was babbling, a habit she had when she was tired, stressed, ill, or all of the above. But it was also nice to have someone to talk to, and that also contributed to her babbling. 

"So? Ready to go?"

On Sat, Jun 13, 2020 at 12:27 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Mendl received another rare wink, the blue eyes behind it twinkling wickedly. "We've been too busy to catch up lately... but we have a lot to catch up on." Although a little younger than her, Mendl was still close enough in age and way of thinking that she enjoyed spending time with her. "I originally planned on having the evening to myself and enjoy having my evening's back without spending the night with an eye and ear awake for our new arrival." No, she hadn't begrudged the care she had been needed to assist with, but having spent a month on high alert had been emotionally exhausting. "But my plans changed and... I'm strangely excited for it! I think it's the first time I've ever done a Gather dance properly - you know, being asked and all."

She looked genuinely pleased to see Mendl and offered her arm companionably, groaning in delight at the food the other described. "Oh, shells - yes! I love those! I feel so greedy eating them but they are so worth it! I was going to hop on a wagon but I could give Ponth a nudge and quickly fly us over if you'd like! And I know she'd love to see you too. Ignore any grumbling about how terribly she's being treated by being taken away from the bronze she's laid claim to."

On Sat, Jun 13, 2020 at 4:20 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
"You have a date for the dance?" Mendl's eyes lit up. "How exciting! I'm still on the Rim about going to the dance." She shrugged. "I don't fancy anyone in particular, and there may be an emergency here." Actually, since Dytha had a date, Mendl wouldn't feel like she had to go to keep her company. Not that she actually did, but Dytha was her best friend. 

"I'm looking forward to the greasy fried cakes they have," Mendl admitted with a grin. "Bubbly pies are easy to come by anytime. It's the fried dough with the sweetening and ground klah-bark that's what I like." (aka either funnel cakes or elephant ears, depending on the batter and the frying method)




On Thu, Jun 4, 2020 at 5:34 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
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: A Candid Capture of Conversation (Tyne/Panagath)

Laurie
 

{{I can lift,}} Panagath said, taking her invitation to heart. Talking to her was similar to talking to another rider, but even he had to balance on that same cliff where Myrandith should be. But the cliff was also easier to balance on, because of the faire. They provided a buffer of sorts. He'd never talked to another Asymmetric before, so had nothing to compare it to, though he probably wouldn't have reason to. The closeness between his rider and her was what made him start to notice her, but she was also good to be noticed in her own right. He would probably talk to her even if R'zzon didn't wish to.

But that would never happen. He knew that without a shadow of a doubt.

{{I like those doors. Where are they?}}

On Tue, Jun 16, 2020 at 7:24 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
It was a constant flicker of emotion and images moving back and forth. Whilst it was obvious that the likes of the greens and blues used a far simpler construct, it took on a significant degree of depth as it shifted from brown, to bronze, to gold - it all moved at a rapid pace but there was defined precision and purpose to it all as they merrily converse with the blue. They were very pleased, Bobbin in particular, with the care that Panagath's was taking with their mistress, flickering the waves of calm that the man's presence seemed to induce when he was around. 

Tyne chattered on, not completely paying attention to her fair's conversations with Panagath as she directed his attention to a secondary diagram of the same weyr but with a sketch of large wooden doors on the front. She was getting better at being the "eye of the storm" after her talk with K'ren. "Oh... Panagath..." The exclamation was small but brimming with emotion as the fair relayed the images as well as the blue's concerns. "... Thank you..." She wanted to reach out but didn't know if she could go that far. Immediately it was picked up on, that tinge of uncertainty flickered to the blue. "Small amounts are okay. I... I would really like to be better with you. I... think a couple of allowed voices might... help. Not seem so... hurtful. I'm... getting better at seeing it's not the same, that it doesn't come from the same place and you don't want to cause harm or... or intentionally remind me that Myrandith isn't here." There it was again, that deep seated twinge of sorrow that made her chest ache. Although its intensity didn't provoke such a visceral reaction anymore, its rawness still sent a spear of sharp pain through her heart. 

"Ironically, a bit of heavy lifting is exactly where I think I could use your help the most..." When she spoke again, albeit after a moment's pause to compose herself, Tyne deliberately moved back to the point. She wasn't going to sit and dwell. That was the whole point of this. Not sitting and dwelling. But actually doing.

On Tue, Jun 16, 2020 at 12:59 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Yes, the faire had told him. He answered their questions; even told them when he was a weyrling not much larger than them he used to splash in the puddles all the time. For a short while, R'zzon had been known as 'Mudface". And if they told Tyne, so what? She could surprise him with that someday.

It was easy, carrying on two conversations at once. Another draconic trait; possibly having to do with Threadfall and needing to keep the faire--and the Weyr--safe. He'd never spoken to this many of the MiniKin at one time, or for as long, and was surprised at what others were missing out on. They weren't unintelligent; just a different type of intelligence. And one could learn a lot from them. But now, Asymmetric Rider requested his attention.

He looked at the plans, and was fed more information as to its structure, size, location and more minute details that she didn't have. That wall would need shoring up, because one of the MiniKin browns had seen some hairline fractures in the wall. The ledge wasn't necessary; but he knew of a place that had nice large flat rocks that the Stonecrafters had tossed away because they weren't good enough for the Holds. But they could be easily fitted together, to make a nice cobbled path.

He fed the images to the MiniKin, knowing they would relay them back to Tyne, along with a query of 'what can I help with?' He didn't mind talking to her, but he didn't want to overwhelm her with dragonvoice, either.


On Mon, Jun 15, 2020 at 5:17 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Like moving hands, the firelizards had scuttled into action, crawling over Panagath's hide as they set to work. Even as they set to work there was quiet inquiry made, like peculiar draconic small-talk, all through probing emotions and flashes of images. Was Panagath well? They did hope so. They liked him. They had been enjoying this sunny weather, had he liked it too? That downpour the other day was very peculiar, wasn't it?! They had gone and played in the puddles outside, did he like playing in puddles? It was cheerful, almost mindless chatter - much in the way a Healer would randomly babble about small topics of conversation whilst getting on with their work.

With voices like Panagath's, she was getting better. Maybe because it was because there were so many ways it was similar to R'zzon's. It was also low and calm, not big and energetic. Whenever the blue had entered her mind, rather than letting herself succumb to the panic it tried to rouse, she had made herself focus instead on where it "felt" it was in her head. And when she didn't fall headlong into the pit, she had realised that the blue's voice didn't try to fill Myrandith's space, more that it seemed to occupy a different area altogether. And that had prompted... something to shift. Something of a realisation. That the dragon voices didn't stake claim on empty space that wasn't theirs to take, more that they shifted to a different space connecting to it. Like the firelizard bubbles. When she had tried to explain it to the Mindhealers, it had been easier to draw a picture. 

As the soft and rumbling voice entered her thoughts, there was no visible flinch. She was getting better at not flinching. Better at quietly holding back the instinctive flush of panic that tried to rear up. It took a moment to steady herself, but she was calm. Settling on a large rock, her legs crossing comfortably, there had even been a small smile for Panagath. "Because I know the fair tells you everything, I'm sure they've told you about the project I'm working on. I'm helping to make a space for them. For all of them, when they're hurt, when theirs need some help understanding them. All sorts. But it is a space they can go and won't upset anyone," The smile had taken on a touch of wryness as she glanced at Panagath's whirling eyes. "Because we all know how loud they get when they're scared. So I've found a space for them!" The scroll was unfurled on the stone and Bobbin helpfully provided several small stones to hold the corners down.

The scroll was a mass of diagrams but she pointed to the one that was a sketch of the front of the dilapidated weyr she had claimed, the wall collapsed and exposing the interior of the weyr, the ledge broken but wide enough to be rebuilt into a pathway as it connected to steps down into the Weyrbowl. "This place! It needs a lot of work though..."

On Mon, Jun 15, 2020 at 1:56 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Panagath greeted Tyne's firelizards like old friends. To him, they were friends--not overly chatty, but helpful and calming after a day of drills or Threadfall with R'zzon. It did surprise him, though, when the Asymmetric Rider greeted him. He liked her too, mostly because R'zzon liked her. But he also felt a touch of protection towards her. She used to be whole, but now she wasn't. Her symmetry was gone, though the firelizards were bringing a little of that symmetry back. 

They had told him once that she thought the dragons hated her because she lost that part of herself. They didn't hate her, most just didn't understand how it could happen, that she was here but the rest of her wasn't. He knew that if he lost his R'zzon part, he would join that part *between*. But for some reason, when she lost her Myrandith part, she hadn't been allowed to go with her. Dragons didn't understand why she wasn't allowed to go. Now Myrandith had to wait for Tyne to come join her. So, meanwhile, he would protect Myrandith's to the best of his ability.

She surprised him by talking to him without R'zzon around, but he didn't mind. He sat in front of her attentively and cocked his head after pointing out some spots on his back by his wingjoints that were itching him. {{I'm listening,}} he said, though he didn't want to scare her by talking to her too much. 



On Sun, Jun 14, 2020 at 1:04 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

IC Date Reference: Set a few days post-Gather. IC date approximately 8.28.6.6.


She had met the Harper at the Gather, spending almost a full candlemark talking to him when she realised that she missed the Northern twang a lot more than she had realised and to her delight, hadn’t forgotten how to interpret the soft and lilting words. Tyne hadn’t been surprised that he had vaguely recognised her but deeply delighted that he hadn’t immediately turned into the nervous wreck that most people seemed to find themselves in when they realised they were talking to “that dragonless woman who used to be a Goldrider, but  now she isn’t and oh Faranth how do I address her?”


Initially it had started as a request for one of the candid sketches he was offering to do but after talking a while, Tyne had realised that it had the potential to be turned into something even better. She didn’t like the formally, painfully posed for portraits that she had done more than her share of at High Reaches, much preferring the more natural capture of someone who didn’t even seem aware that they were being watched. With much laughter and discussion, she had arranged that Harper Fenlyn would spend a day or so following her, capturing assorted sketches with the plan to turn one into a portrait. She already knew who it would be for.


And that was how she had spent the day with the man, always at a discreet distance as he followed her. He had been right, she would forget that he was there and after the initial awkward couple of candlemarks, she had continued about her day as though nothing was going on. Her win on both the runners and at the Harper Open had given her the marks to approach the Woodcrafters in the Weyr and had been enjoying a meandering stroll about the Lake when she had spotted a familiar bundle of deep blue hide. She had been getting far more comfortable about Panagath, desperately wanting to reach some level of acceptance by him and so, in a bid to make herself more confident in her dealing with him, had started on the idea of not treating the blue like a dragon, but rather, like another person. Talking to him like a person, even down the small talk such as asking how the weather was. 


The firelizards that had followed her in a small cloud had immediately swarmed to the blue, chattering in delighted greeting as they settled about him, many of them asking if they could help with any scratching he might need, or even any bathing if he so wished. And Tyne had followed, the large scroll tucked under her arm as she carefully approached him. “Might I bother you for an opinion, Panagath? I’ve got something I’d like to show you. I think I might need a little help, too.”



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

Laurie
 

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On Sun, Jun 14, 2020 at 9:08 PM Laurie Hicks <laurie.lynne@...> wrote:
Mendl nodded vehemently. "Exactly. It's like how if you're dozing, and you feel like you've been in a dream for hours but find out you've only been asleep like 15 minutes or so. Mental time is different from physical time." She became pensive again.

"I'm glad we rarely have unhatched eggs. If it were common, I'm not sure that we could keep candidates from smashing eggs open." She shuddered. "And I don't want more people seeing what's inside there. We'd have a Weyr full of candidates having nightmares. Or," she raised her hand to her mouth in horror, "did you hear what happened Turns ago? Someone not even a candidate opened an unhatched egg and Impressed it, and the dragon died almost immediately after. They still say her ghost haunts the tunnels in the Caverns."

On Sun, Jun 14, 2020 at 12:48 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
With it decided, Dytha gave Ponth a sharp mental nudge, waking her up from her doze entwined about Vukoth and asked her to meet them in the Weyrbowl. Not surprisingly, there was a lot of grumbling but with the promises that she was only needed for a very short time, the green conceded and she would be in the Bowl by the time they came out of the tunnels.

They had begun walking down the tunnels and Dytha had slowed their pace slightly as it was clear that Mendl was beginning to talk a little about what was on her mind. She had whistled a low greeting to Eyesis as she arrived, noting the unusual markings on the green's wings. "I know what you mean. This felt... unnervingly bigger. Especially when they started talking about concerns that should the truth ever get out, we would see scores of Candidates kicking unhatched eggs in the hopes of finding their lifemate alive inside." She had shuddered visibly at the thought only to give Mendl a thoughtful look as the other expressed her opinion.

"Honestly? That's exactly my thoughts on it. It's why I personally believe that Ilexeth chose Ambrelli. Because in that moment in time, Ambrelli was what Ilexeth needed to guarantee a better chance at survival. Because if it's all "the dragon knows" how is their Rider always in the Weyr? Why are they not at High Reaches, Telgar, shells even Fort." Dytha tossed a careful glance over her shoulder, well aware that their topic was treading into somewhat controversial areas and didn't want to upset any eavesdroppers. She'd already done that the day before. "I believe that there is a certain emotional... resonance they look for. Something that feels... compatible. A bit how we get a feel for people and decide if we like them or not. But ultimately, I think so much of it comes down to a very primal need to survive and they pick the one that they feel, feels as though will increase those chances. Even when it seems a poor personality match, the dragon seems to thrive on the conflict - that's still a sort of drive to keep going. I don't think it's some mystical thing that is how they know their Rider's name. My thoughts on it is that at the moment of Impression when the "dragon space" is made, through that connection is when they get their Rider's name, because they have taken it from the Rider's head even before that person is fully aware of what has happened. The dragon knows because they're seeking to make that survival connection."

On Sun, Jun 14, 2020 at 3:53 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
"No straps. It's not that far, and I trust Ponth." Mendl had been at the Weyr enough Turns that being a passenger on a dragon was almost second-nature. 

"Oh, I know. I...I haven't been sleeping well because of it. I think...I know we've dissected flit eggs, and those just didn't seem so close to home, even though I have Eyesis here." She rubbed her firelizard's neck when Eyesis decided to land on her shoulder. Her wings were spread so you could see the markings that looked like eyes on her wings. (ooc: think luna moth.) She was proud of those markings, and was also obscenely proud that she'd had unhatched eggs at one time to provide Mendl study material.

"But dragons. If superstition is to be believed, those babies were meant for someone. On the other hand, if this same superstition is to be believed, then maybe those dragons were meant for someone hundreds of Turns ago. Or hundreds of Turns in the future."  She shook her head. "I think baby dragons just pick whoever the best choice is from the Standing candidates. Or, in your case, whoever is closest when they Hatch." Again, rambling. And hopefully not hurting Dytha's feelings.

On Sat, Jun 13, 2020 at 5:04 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
"Don't ask. I keep having to explain why he can never catch her - or at least, I don't think he can - I'm sure he must be much too big! But he's just as infatuated with her which doesn't help! Because Ponth keeps asking me why Vukoth can't possibly catch her." Dytha rolled her eyes as she gestured that they wander down the tunnel. "You all right with no straps if you hang onto me, or would you prefer something to tie you down? We can cut through into my weyr and take a few minutes to strap her up." 

She smiled but it wasn't quite there. "This past month has been something else, hasn't it? Shells, I didn't realise how much I wanted to go back to normal after those first couple sevenday. I feel like I could sleep for a month and still need a month more to rest."

On Sat, Jun 13, 2020 at 9:48 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
"Ponth? And a bronze? I hope it's a small one," Mendl said with a wince. Though so far none of the SEF greens had run into any mating-flight issues. She leaned up against the wall. "This month has been exhausting, hasn't it? I'm kind of glad I only have a firelizard to manage, I don't know how you managed with Ponth, too. Oh, and of course I'd like to ride her to the Gather. Much better than those bumpy carts." 

Mendl knew she was babbling, a habit she had when she was tired, stressed, ill, or all of the above. But it was also nice to have someone to talk to, and that also contributed to her babbling. 

"So? Ready to go?"

On Sat, Jun 13, 2020 at 12:27 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Mendl received another rare wink, the blue eyes behind it twinkling wickedly. "We've been too busy to catch up lately... but we have a lot to catch up on." Although a little younger than her, Mendl was still close enough in age and way of thinking that she enjoyed spending time with her. "I originally planned on having the evening to myself and enjoy having my evening's back without spending the night with an eye and ear awake for our new arrival." No, she hadn't begrudged the care she had been needed to assist with, but having spent a month on high alert had been emotionally exhausting. "But my plans changed and... I'm strangely excited for it! I think it's the first time I've ever done a Gather dance properly - you know, being asked and all."

She looked genuinely pleased to see Mendl and offered her arm companionably, groaning in delight at the food the other described. "Oh, shells - yes! I love those! I feel so greedy eating them but they are so worth it! I was going to hop on a wagon but I could give Ponth a nudge and quickly fly us over if you'd like! And I know she'd love to see you too. Ignore any grumbling about how terribly she's being treated by being taken away from the bronze she's laid claim to."

On Sat, Jun 13, 2020 at 4:20 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
"You have a date for the dance?" Mendl's eyes lit up. "How exciting! I'm still on the Rim about going to the dance." She shrugged. "I don't fancy anyone in particular, and there may be an emergency here." Actually, since Dytha had a date, Mendl wouldn't feel like she had to go to keep her company. Not that she actually did, but Dytha was her best friend. 

"I'm looking forward to the greasy fried cakes they have," Mendl admitted with a grin. "Bubbly pies are easy to come by anytime. It's the fried dough with the sweetening and ground klah-bark that's what I like." (aka either funnel cakes or elephant ears, depending on the batter and the frying method)




On Thu, Jun 4, 2020 at 5:34 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
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: How to Mistreat a Dragon (Attn: Foreth, Kassia, Mendl)

Laurie
 

Mendl nodded. That made sense. And swimming probably helped her leg some. "I know it's painful, sweetie," she crooned. "But it'll feel better soon." The numbweed would help a lot. She wondered about giving Foreth some willow salic. It would have to be a fair amount, but if her leg were that painful...and willow was quite bitter; not something she thought a dragon would willingly drink.

She finished massaging the numbweed into the queen's leg. "Does your leg hurt all the time? Or only since you went swimming? Once your leg has healed you'll be swimming a lot; it's a good way to get the strength back. Same for your wing." At least that was only a sprain. "You're looking very healthy other than your leg. And it looks as if your eggs are starting to get a little larger. May I feel your belly, for any sore spots?"  Since Foreth was fairly immobile, she wasn't sure how the eggs were taking it. Usually when dragons were gravid, they were still mobile. She didn't think the forced rest would hurt them, but after Razelth's clutch, she didn't want to take any chances.





On Tue, Jun 16, 2020 at 3:17 AM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:

Kassia watched Mendl with a thin line on her face. If the dragonhealer couldn't control her displeasure, she might have to go. On the other hand, the availability of dragonhealers willing to deal with Foreth was getting shorter.

((It's painful,)) Foreth rumbled. With an ally on her side, she was willing to keep playing along.

"She went out into the water in the lake late last night," Kassia said. "I knew the bandage would be changed today, so rather than wake anyone I decided to wait."


We have a plan, even if it's still developing. JP (Ked'son/Ambrelli)

Nutmeg
 


IC Date Reference: Set approximately a sevenday post Gather. Date approximately 8.28.6.10.


At least it felt as though things were finally getting somewhere. Albeit a bit slower than he might like but Ked’son could appreciate that being so new to the role, Ko’ssen was focused on being careful. But there was also a thing as being a little too careful. Maybe he’d approach the man for an impromptu and relaxed chat about things, something less official. Get the ball rolling and give him some advice about the fluid nature of Weyrlings. Maybe. He didn’t want to tread on any toes. But he didn’t want to see the man flounder either, he seemed to have a decent head on his shoulders. If possibly a bit overwhelmed.


He was surprised he hadn’t worn a track in the tunnels by now and soon he was knocking on the familiar door. “Mornin’ Ambrelli!” he called through the door cheerfully, “It’s your favourite Weyrlingmaster coming to annoy you again!”


Ambrelli opened the door, her appearance impeccable as always, hair pulled back, functional and practical clothing, yet still tailored to ensure a polished appearance.  She hadn’t slacked on the days she’d been sequestered, and she wasn’t about to start now.  Besides, Ilexeth was sleeping more at night now, which meant she was back to getting her normal 5 or so candlemarks a night.  And she was able to get up and run, with one of her three dragon babysitters coming to watch Ilexeth while she went on a run.  And she still had time in the Infirmary.  So all in all, her routines were getting back to normal.  Which in some ways made things easier, and in others, harder.  Being so close to normal was at times more infuriating than when her life had been panicked.  


But at least now she didn’t have to hide behind the door when Ked’son or Dytha or Z’go or Larsin came calling on her.  She had a cup on klah in both hands, and she held one out to Ked.  “You’re my only Weyrlingmaster.  Don’t confuse lack of choice for preference,” she said in a teasing tone, as she stood aside for him to enter.  


“Ooph you’re a harsh woman, and here I was about to compliment you on looking impeccable as ever. You’re not giving me a chance to scold you for not being ready on time!” As ever, he was fully of boyish charm as he stepped in, gratefully taking the proffered mug of klah.


“Mornin’ to you too Ilexeth,” he called out as he headed towards his familiar indentation on the couch. He had a folder under his arm but then, that was nothing new either. By comparison, he looked a little ruffled and suspiciously as though he had slept in the same shirt. Falling asleep on the couch in his office was, a lot of the time, more regular than making it back to his own bed. 


“A woman is always on time.  She is never late, nor is she early, she arrives precisely when she means to.”  Ambrelli teased him, closing the door behind him.  She took in his appearance with a slight frown.  “Sleeping on your couch again, dear Ked’son.  They make beds for a reason,” she said, a quick look at her own in the corner of the room showing no use.  She still slept with Ilexeth in a pile of furs.  One of these days, she’d just drag the mattress in there and leave the wooden bedframe to sit bare.  


At his greeting, Ilexeth raised her head from the couch, gave another sleepy yawn, and languidly slid off the couch.  She was not nearly as big as some greens, still just about three feet in length, and it was obvious that she was going to be a small petite green.  A giant stretch later, and she sauntered up to the awlm, her walk still being uncoordinated enough to nearly give her an appearance of sashaying, and sat down in front of him.  


((*Good morning, rider of Blue Thaath.*)) the second consisted of less words and more images of Thaath himself.  ((*Will you scratch me now?*)) A pause.  ((*Please.*))


Collapsing onto the couch, Ambrelli’s comment earned her a snort of amusement. “What can I say, my couch is comfortable. I keep furs stashed in a basket behind my desk for a reason.” He grinned that boyish smile at her again as he took a slurp of his klah with a groan of happy appreciation. 


He turned his attention to Ilexeth as she sauntered towards him, noting the still ungainly momentum - even if it made her ground walking rather adorable. But even so, it was clear she still wasn’t sure about where to place her feet. Hmm. “Good morning to you too, Green Ilexeth of Ambrelli,” he responded in a teasing echo of her own politeness. “I see Thaath’s been working with you on your manners.” He held his hand forward for her to push into her head as she liked.


“I’m going to warn you now,” he called over his shoulder to Ambrelli. “By the end of today you’re either going to hate me or really hate me.” Because he wasn’t entirely the bearer of good news, at least, not in the way that they had initially hoped things would go. But, hopefully she would see that it wasn’t all bad. Just, perhaps for her, a little less than ideal.


“You should keep a clean shirt stashed in the basket as well then,” she said with a shake of her head but a small smile on her face to keep the statement from being a rebuke.  She topped off her cup, listening to him before she moved to sit on the opposite end of the couch.  Her face showed no reaction to his words, as she steeled herself for what she assumed was coming.  He and Ko’ssen had decided her fate.  


Ilexeth meanwhile had done as expected, and was now using his hand as a scratching post for all of her itches on her head.  


“I’d like to kindly remind you that she has teeth now.  Keep that in mind as you speak your bad news…” she said drolly.  “And I do so prefer men that give me bad news to bring wine...or brandy.”  She looked back at the table.  “Not even flowers or fruit.  No bribes mean it can’t be that bad.”


“I brought my dazzling company?” he tried hopefully, happily reciprocating the silent request and letting his hand scrub into Ilexeth’s hide around her neck and head. “And I’ll have you know that this is my clean shirt. I just haven’t got around to replacing the one I took out of my desk bottom drawer yet.”


Right. Enough jokes. Ambrelli wasn’t one for dithering about, he’d picked up on that already. “Okay. Cracking on with it. Ko’ssen has come to an agreement about your living arrangements and we’ve also set up what we think will be your lesson plan for the coming weeks. You’ve been announced to the Weyr as you know and Ko’ssen is going to, if he hasn’t already, going to be having a chat with the rest of the Weyrlings so that the bubble of drama has dropped…” He paused, knowing that his next words were possibly not going to be received brilliant. “... by the time you’re moved into the Barracks at the end of the month.”


“Surely you have a worker who can at least press your shirts for you.  You do have rank you know,” she said with another smile.  She watched Ilexeth as he spoke, forcing her mind into a place of calm to temper her reaction.  So it was to be the Barracks.  There were worse things, but it ranked up there as something she definitely didn’t want to do.  Somewhere she didn’t want to be.  Still, she showed nothing. 

“And my lesson plan?” she asked, her voice neutral.  Ilexeth though gave her away, the green stopping her head scratching and turning to look at Ambrelli for a moment, before leaving Ked’son’s side to go sit beside her Rider, placing her head in the woman’s lap.  Ambrelli absently reached out to scratch the green’s head.


He felt he owed her some explanation, felt it had been himself getting too far ahead of his surety of what Ko’ssen would agree to. “I know it’s less than ideal - in more ways than one. But it wasn’t a decision made on a whim. With the concerns raised about your safety, the constant presence of numerous Weyrlingmasters and the fact that the Barracks doors are closed and locked at night, were the overarching deciding factor given that Ilexeth isn’t big enough to defend herself yet. That was the predominant chain of thinking. Plus it doesn’t stand out.” He wasn’t going to give her a mountain of excuses so, unless she chose to raise any more questions about what had led to the decision, he would leave it there. “As for your lessons - I’m afraid for the most part, you’re stuck with me.” He offered a wry smile, but he couldn’t stop the tinge of apology that tweaked it. “We’ve unanimously agreed that a lot of the basic lectures are going to probably drive you around the bend and that it won’t do your mental state any good. So you’re going to be spending a lot of one on one time training with me. However…” Another pause, this time to ensure that she was following as he sipped his klah. “You are going to need to attend the general times with dragons present - for example feeding and bathing times as these will be crucial for Ilexeth’s socialisation development. Time spent around her peers. In time this will extend to include the physical lessons - again more socialisation, her learning how to communicate with multiple dragons, working as a team, generally building up her physical strength and so on.”


Ked’son paused a moment, this time to give her opportunity to raise questions. He was fairly sure what the next question might be about - her Infirmary time.


Ambrelli looked down at Ilexeth, reminding herself of why she was going to tolerate this.  “I should have never trusted Ko’ssen.  I asked for help, not imprisonment.”  She spoke with neither surprise nor hatred, but instead it was with resigned neutrality.  She continued to stroke the green’s head.  She had no desire to spend time with the other weyrlings, children all of them, but she also understood that Ilexeth needed to spend time with the dragons of her own age.  But the training, despite Ked’son’s avoidance of saying it, was meant to make her a Rider, a fighter of Thread.  She may have desired that once upon a time, but not so now.  Now, it was the last thing she ever planned on doing.  It was too early yet to take drastic measures, and ones that may not be needed.  So it was either refuse outright and face the consequences, which would likely include a complete cutoff from the life she knew as payment for her petulance, or play the game and bide her time.  She could endure anything if necessary, for a time.


“What else, Ked’son?”  He was leaving more out she knew.  He’d yet to explain her Craft status or Z’go.  The two things he knew she’d care most about.


Ambrelli wasn’t the kind to collapse into dramatic hysterics. In fact, as far as Ked’son had observed, she seemed to pride herself on her immense self control - despite the cause of it having to exist. So he didn’t argue with her statement, suspecting that it was as close to a slip of emotion as she’d likely ever allow him to see. No, she hadn’t asked for any of this and could see why being consigned to the Barracks would feel more like a punishment than a safety measure. He was glad he had been practical about it, instead of trying to push it into a far weaker argument of random opportunities of Ilexeth’s socialisation. Now wasn’t the time to push points or argue when to do so, would be, well, pointless. And it wouldn’t achieve anything.


“One day of weyrling classes - whether that’s your intensive training with me, or the group physical classes, a day in the Infirmary. The only exception is the fifth day where you will spend the morning attending to weyrling duties and then the afternoon is yours to spend in the Infirmary. Regarding your mate…” A moment’s pause as he flicked through the notes he had taken. “The weyrlings now work on a five on two off pattern to give them appropriate downtime, homework time and so one. Those rest days are yours to spend with your mate. Plus I’m fairly sure we could make some wiggle room around the evening meals… for example on your Infirmary days. Obviously the same rules stand as have currently applied regarding physical contact and so forth. But you will  be able to leave the Barracks, either with Ilexeth or she can be left for short periods whilst sleeping - such as you have been doing with your runs and left in the observation of another dragon - for example, Thaath.” He hoped it was something of a buffer, it was why he had told her the “worse” news of having to relocate first.  


There was a soft rumble from Ilexeth as Ked’son finished.  Ambrelli stroked her head, taking it into both of her hands, the little dragon putting her paws on her lap to lift herself up to touch her forehead to Ambrelli’s.  The rumble continued, and Ambrelli sighed.  “Hush, Lexi.  There’s no need for that now.”  They both ignored Ked’son’s presence in the room, and Ambrelli stroked her little green until she calmed, the rumbling abated.  It was, Ambrelli noted, completely and utterly her fault.  She may have been keeping her face from revealing her dislike of the situation, but she hadn’t shielded Ilexeth from that.  The little green knew both that Ambrelli was unhappy and that somehow, it was tied to what Ked’son had just said.  Well, she couldn’t shield her out all the time and from everything.  Not now that she was awake more and more, and that there was likely to be more unpleasantness to come.  


It was a moment before Ambrelli looked up, Ilexeth’s forepaws going back on the ground.  Ambrelli smoothed her tunic, and let one hand go back to Lexi’s head, again resting on her lap.  “It is what it is.  It could have been worse, I suppose.”  And she was sure it could have been.  She might be annoyed now, but she knew Ked’son to be sensible.  If this is what the compromise had been, she could only imagine what Ko’ssen and the Weyrleadership had been pushing.  Once again, her choices were not her own.  Ilexeth had Chosen her; this was that price.  She’d pay it, but not gladly, and there were always ways.  She hadn’t missed Ked’son’s hints about that either.  Still, she was finding it hard to be grateful at the moment.  It wouldn’t do to focus on that though.  


“Is that it?” she asked, finally looking back up at him.  “So what’s on our lessons for today then?”


No, he hadn’t been expecting hystronics but the lack of further questions did surprise him. He had been silent as she calmed Ilexeth, ironic that it was a positive thing to comment on when she was so very likely disappointed if not outright upset. The folder was slid over to her. “That contains all the new schedules and so forth. I’ve also taken the liberty of preliminarily suggesting a wallow that is slightly away from the rest of the class to afford you as much additional privacy as possible as well as a bunk map. If somewhere else takes your fancy, say the word and it’ll be arranged for it to be yours.” 


He sat back, regarding her and the green. It was clear that a little of the boyish humour had faded slightly and though he would never tell her outright, he had his own reservations about this - even if the vast majority of it was about showing the Weyrleadership that efforts were being made. “To be honest, I wasn’t sure how much time would be needed to discuss this. I’ve brought with me the follow up notes for the review work we did the last sevenday. Nothing major, just a few minor brush up notes for you to look over in your own time. It’s nothing major, just a few remarks on additional information that would be covered in a slightly different direction of detail to where your Healer training has covered.” Ked’son paused, weighing up his thoughts. 


“So for once, rather than me telling you what you’re doing today, is there anything you want to do?” And if that included asking him to leave, well, he could do that too. 


She took the folder, opening it to leaf through it briefly.  It was as he described, so nothing surprised her.  She appreciated his blunt honesty, even if in the moment she disliked the results.  She looked at the bunk map, Ilexeth lifting her head to look at it.  Ambrelli handed it back to Ked’son.  “As far away as possible, if you please.”  She flipped through the rest of the notes, her long fingers tracing the list and mentally ticking off boxes.  Wasn’t that the mantra Ked’son was trying to get her to live by?  Ticking off the boxes.  


If he’d had a lesson plan for her for today it would have been easier.  She needed work to keep her mind from racing.  And the idea of choosing something herself, well, there was no doubt what that would be, what it would always be.  


Ilexeth lowered her head from Ambrelli’s lap, and Ambrelli stood.  She set the folder on the table, and nodded.  “Yes, I’d like to go to work now, if there’s nothing else.  I have much to do to prepare for the changes coming and to make up for my earlier absence.  There is plenty to keep me busy.”  She looked at Ilexeth before looking back up at him.  “So unless there’s something else, Ked’son…” she said, knowing she couldn’t dismiss him or call the lesson over.  Ilexeth stood next to her, physically touching her, a slight wing just barely opened to touch Ambrelli’s calf.


Ironically, he had been on the fence about whether to prepare a specific lesson. But at the same time it had felt, well, patronising to thrust weyrling lessons down her throat when in this second, he suspected she was potentially not wanting to engage with anything remotely to do with “weyrling-related” activities. She still had to be treated like the adult she was, not just as the Weyrling rank she had acquired. 


It didn’t take long to drain the klah. He was more than used to klah on the run. Although it was more normal to drink a cup that had been cold hours before. Rising to his feet, he swept down his rumpled shirt although it did little to remove any of the creases. “Not a problem at all. I know tomorrow is already allocated for you to have Infirmary time so I’ll be out of your hair until the day after.” He was already headed towards the door, keenly aware that he didn’t want to outstay his welcome any longer than his “news” already had done for him. “You know how to find me if needed. I’m just a dragon-shout away.”


He supposed that it had gone just about as well as it could have. So that had to be something. Right? He’d have Thaath keep an ear ready, although he imagined that the blue would already be doing it whether he was asked to or not. Shells, but it felt as though he were walking a tightrope and he was terrified what would happen if he fell.


“Then expect me to have my favorite weyrlingmaster’s cup ready and full of klah,” she said with a slight smile.  After all, she knew he was her ally in this and not her enemy.  She led him to the door, saying her goodbyes as he left her.  She hadn’t lied.  There was much to do to get ready for the changes coming.  And she’d have to tell Z’go as well.  But she needed to wait until she was calmer before talking to him.  And at the moment, she couldn’t quite express her feelings.  It was better to calm down first through hard work and let that filter out the emotional aspects so she could focus on the practical.


So it was that a half a candlemark later, Ambrelli led Ilexeth down into the Infirmary to start on a long to-do list, her Journeyman knots displayed on her uniform in a near defiance of the new role despite the little green by her side.  There was perhaps never so neat of records or detailed of lesson plans as there was by the end of that shift, Ambrelli’s need for tasks being turned to a benefit at the very least.


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Re: Gather: Callamere Whers Stall Atten: Marsali, Revai

Rosiegirl
 

At the other's question, Marsali's mouth opened and her most immediate reply would have just been 'Everything!'. But she quickly changed that broad statement to something a little more specific and asked "Well, what makes your runners so specifically different from other runner bloodlines? Aside from their beautiful coloring, of course, as that's fairly obvious. And how long have you been working on perfecting this bloodline of Callamere White Runners?" 

On Wed, Jun 10, 2020 at 9:18 AM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:

"Ah," Revai relaxed. "What would you like to know?"


Family Means No One Gets Left Behind Or Forgotten. ((JP: Andreya & T'rif))

Rosiegirl
 

((OOC: Follows directly after the 'Mothers and Daughters and...Fathers?...Oh My!' standalone.))


After fleeing her mother and their Lake-side breakfast, Andreya had rushed back to the Candidate Barracks, hoping not just that her ‘roommates’ would be out of their room, but also that she could get back into the Barracks without running into T’rif before she was fully prepared for the encounter with her father. As luck would have it, she accomplished both things and returned to a blessedly empty room.


As she walked through the doorway to her room and saw it empty, she let out a huge relieved sigh and pulled the curtain shut for a measure of privacy. Sitting down heavily on her bed, suddenly feeling completely drained, Andreya bent over and put her head in her hands as she tried to just...just *be* without thinking about everything she’d heard since she woke up. But her brain wouldn’t stop and just shut up, and the Harper girl let out a frustrated groan as she rubbed at her temples, feeling a bit of a headache developing. 


When rubbing at her temples didn’t help, Andreya shot off the bed and began to pace back and forth in the small area in the center of their room. As her long legs took her quickly back and forth, she jerked off her belt with less care than she normally took, and then untied and unwrapped the scarf from around her neck, needing to breathe and suddenly feeling like the scarf was choking her. On a pass by her chest at the foot of her cot, she threw both accessories down on top of the chest and then kept up her movements as her mind raced. She ran her hands through her hair, pulling on some strands just a touch hoping that the little bit of pain might get her mind to stop it’s headlong gallop but no luck there.


After several minutes of fast pacing, Andreya stopped and stood there a moment, looking at her cot and breathing just a little heavy. As she stared at her cot she decided that even if she could get her mind to stop racing that her initial plans for the day of studying for several hours both before and after lunch were pretty well shot. No way could she study *today*! And she’s got so little sleep...maybe she could get away with laying down for a few hours, if her mind would let her rest that is.


Nodding her head firmly, determined to rest and see if she’d feel less emotionally drained when she woke up, Andreya stripped out of her corset top and skirt, down to her undergarments and nothing else, put the corset and skirt on top of her clothes chest, and then curled up under the furs in bed. She laid there, knees bent and curled in, furs pulled high up to her chin, closed her eyes with tears welling slightly in the corners, and with her mind still racing she began to take long deep breaths to try and get herself to fall asleep…


And amazingly, before she’d taken more than a handful of long deep breaths Andreya was asleep and dead to the world...


It wasn’t until several hours later that Andreya woke up from her nap, and of her own accord too instead of (for example) because a loud roommate walked into the room. Stretching out her long legs in a pleased groan, feeling the soft fur slide against skin that normally had some kind of sleeping shirt covering it, Andreya woke up slowly as she unfolded (much like a feline does) inch by slow inch. Arching her back with a groan as she flipped over on the cot, as she woke up fully everything from the morning rushed back to her. 


However, the nap had done wonders for emotional turmoil, allowing her brain to sort itself out while Andreya slept, and instead of being overwhelmed with everything new she’d learned she was...much more her normal calm and rational self. Sitting up on her cot, the furs collected around her waist, Andreya rubbed her hands over her face to wake up before running her hands through her hair to smooth down the slightly ‘bed-head’ looking red mass into waves again. 


Feeling much more herself after the refreshing nap, Andreya replayed the conversation she’d had with her mother and was highly embarrassed by her behavior...there was absolutely no excuse for the way she’d talked to her mother this morning. As she turned to get up out of bed, Andreya promised herself that she’d send her mother an apology, sure that the tailor had already returned to the Hold at this point. 


Standing up, Andreya quickly dressed in the outfit she’d been wearing before her nap, including the scarf around her neck as a choker and the belt slung low around her hips. As she looked down at her outfit, considering it, she pulled on the blouse’s neckline to not be so low into the corset. In the end, instead of leaving her shoulders bare (as she’d worn the blouse/corset combo this morning) the blouse covered her shoulders and the blouse was...just a bit more modest than it previously had been for going to talk to her dad. Giving her outfit a critical examination, she nodded her head in satisfaction even as she considered needing to go through her entire ‘off-duty’ wardrobe to make sure she wore only clothing appropriate for the ‘new’ cousin of the Weyrwoman to be seen wearing. 


Sitting on her bed, she pulled her heeled slippers out from under the cot and slipped them on, tying the slipper’s ribbons up and around her ankle securly. Finally, she brushed out her wavy hair and arranged it in a smooth sideways laying french braid so that it laid across her shoulder and her collarbone, with a blue ribbon matching her corset braided into the braid itself giving a startling contrast to her coppery-red locks . As she finished and tied the braid securely, finishing donning her ‘armor’ for the afternoon, Andreya sat there a moment and considered her next course of action. 


With how long she napped, it was now fairly close to lunch time, Andreya considered seeing if T’rifoshe would be able to take an ‘off-duty’ lunch. She very clearly remembered her mother’s warning to keep things separate and not mix ‘ACM’ with ‘father’ T’rifoshe, so she wanted to make it clear when she approached him, especially if she approached him in his office, that she wasn’t coming to see him as a candidate needing his help. But then as she considered trying to eat while at the same time trying to have this first talk with him, Andreya realized she might have some trouble eating because of being nervous. And besides, he might not be able to take some time away from being ‘ACM’ to talk with her right when he approached her, in which case they’d have to get together whenever he was free. So really, she couldn’t make any definitive plans on talking with T’rif because it depended on his availability and if he had enough free time as the one thing she didn’t want to do was pull him away from any work he might need to do. 


As she reasoned all this out, she realized her next step very clearly would be seeing if he was in his office. With the earlier emotional upheavals having been soothed by her restful nap, and having had some time to adjust to the news she’d been given, she’d found a measure of...acceptance as she embraced the idea that she now knew who her father was and that he actually wanted to be a part of her life and so Andreya didn’t see any point in delaying this meeting. 


Her mind set, Andreya stood up gracefully from her cot and headed across the barracks to ACM T’rifoshe’s office. Her walk to the office was graceful and full of confidence, despite the more than slight amount of apprehension she felt about this meeting. As she got close, she paused a moment to check herself over one more time and adjust where the braid was laying across her collerbone, before she walked up to the office door. Taking a breath to steady herself, her posture already perfect, even as Andreya raised her hand to knock on the closed door she wondered if he’d be in his office right now or if he might have taken off to eat lunch a little early.


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The Candidates might have the day after the Hatching off, but T’rif didn’t. Too many Candidates had angst over not Impressing for him not to be around so he made himself available for anyone to talk to just in case. When the knock on the door came, he assumed that just another Candidate looking to talk about their missed chance to Impress had come.


“Come in,” he called from behind his desk, pushing a stack of files away.


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As she stood outside the door, waiting with her heart pounding a little harder than she wished it would, when Andreya heard him call out for her to come in she took another quick breath before she turned the doorknob and pushed open the door. Taking a single step inside, she looked over at ACM T’rifoshe, at her...her father, sitting behind his desk and there was the briefest pause as she looked at him, really looked at him, seeing him not as ACM but as her dad. 


Then, having already planned out what she was going to say while she was still sitting on her cot and with her head high to show she wasn’t nervous or upset, she asked in a voice that didn’t sound at all hesitant  “Hello, ACM T’rifoshe. If you’re not too busy with candidate related work, do you have some time to talk?” Her question, she hoped, would make it clear to him that she wasn’t coming to see him as a candidate needing counseling but instead as his daughter. Her hands were by her side, loose and relaxed, as she stood there just inside his office not wanting to interrupt if he didn’t have time to see her right this moment. 


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T’rif looked up and his eyes widened as they settled on a familiar red-headed woman. Reyara had said that Andreya was his daughter and now he was being confronted with her for the first time since that knowledge. He pushed his work aside and gestured for her to come sit.


“Not at all,” he said. “Please, come sit. I always have time to talk. In whatever capacity you need me.”


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Andreya was watching him and saw T’rif’s eyes widen as he looked at her, and she could understand that it must be...quite an experience to have a previously unknown nearly-grown daughter walk into your office and ask to talk. It was certainly an unusual feeling on her side of the coin. Unsure if he’d drop everything to talk with her, when his first reaction was to push aside his work and focus on her Andreya felt her heart get a little warm fuzzy feeling as she realized her mother hadn’t over exaggerated. He did seem to want her in her life. 


At his gesture to sit and his reassuring, welcoming words, Andreya was pleased and gave him a small smile and replied with “Thank you, Sir.”  Shutting the door behind her (assuming he’d want the door shut for privacy for this conversation) she then walked gracefully over to the chair. Smoothing her skirt down, she sat down with the same ladylike poise she’d shown during the candidate interview. 


Taking a moment to settle her skirt, Andreya then laid her hands in her lap and looked across the desk at T’rif. Sitting down and looking at him, meeting his eyes with her own that mirrored his in color, Andreya took a moment to adjust before saying (as she watched his face for reactions) “I...I know this is a bit odd, coming to see you like this….as...as your daughter, not just another candidate.” There, she’d said it outloud to him...and she watched her father. 


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“It is...” T’rif said then cleared his throat. “I mean. Yes, it is. But that’s okay. I’m excited to know. How...how are you feeling about all of this?” He watched her closely, wanting to see how she felt about the whole situation which was weird, but not entirely unheard of considering a world where flight babies were a common situation. 


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His agreement at the oddness of the situation earned him a small nod from the Harper. There was no way around it, this would be odd for anyone. As he said that it was ok, Andreya’s lips turned up slightly in a smile, and she settled a little more into the chair at the reassurance that coming to talk was really ok. 


As he said he was actually excited to know, to find out about her, Andreya studied his face a moment but there was nothing to hint that he wasn’t being honest. And that, combined with his first question being how *she* was feeling earned him a little bit of a wider smile even as that warm fuzzy feeling inside got a little warmer. 


Andreya had intended to hold herself back a bit, had taken the time to build up that ever present wall around her heart so that she didn’t get hurt again. Yes, T’rif wouldn’t hurt her in the same way that other rotten bastard had, but as her father...he could still break her heart. But, the way he had already (in just their very first talk as father and daughter) shown that he was concerned about her, that he’d make time for her...well, that thick wall around her heart was beginning to crack slightly regardless of Andreya’s intentions.


She took a moment to carefully consider her response before she said “It’s..well, it’s a shock, of course. After this long I never expected that Mom would remember, that she’d find out. I’d stopped hoping, Turns ago, that I'd ever know. I always thought her vague memories of my father ‘maybe being a rider’ were just her hopes to remember leading her to mis-remember.” 


Taking a breath, not wanting to go into the turns she’d pestered her mother to remember *something* about her dad, Andreya continued instead with “And now...now we know. After all these turns, we know about each other.” Pausing, with the memory of those Turns wishing on Birthdays for her father still fresh in her mind, her internal wall cracked just a little more and voice went a little bit shy as she added “And I’m excited too...to know you.” 


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T’rif stood and came around the desk. “May I...may I give you a hug?” For all those turns not to know she existed and now to have another daughter to be standing before him and old enough to Stand. Grown before he’d ever laid eyes on her, let alone given her her first hug. It seemed wrong.


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As T’rif stood up and walked around toward her, Andreya’s gaze followed him and watched the tall man’s movements, not realizing she was still looking for herself and whatever mannerisms of hers he might have. With his question, there was a very very brief pause, not quite a hesitation though, before Andreya nodded and replied with “Yes, that would be ok.”. She then smoothly stood up and moved out from in front of the chair with delicate, elegant movements and her flowy skirt making slight ‘swooshing’ movements with her steps. 


Standing there keeping herself as relaxed as possible, with these heeled slippers, her height was closer to 6 feet than her normal 5’10” and her blue/grey eyes still needed to be raised to look into T’rif’s as she gave him a small nod. 


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T’rif pulled her in for a hug and held her long enough that it might have been awkward, but it was the first one and he wanted to remember it. This time the day before he hadn’t even known she existed. Children were important to him and through some cruel twist of fate all of the ones he’d known he’d had were taken from him and here was another that he’d never known of come back into his life.


“It’s nice to meet you,” he said as he released you. “I was hoping you’d stop by. I actually...I got you something in case you did.”


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When T’rif stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her, Andreya had a moment of needing to figure out where exactly to put her own arms. When she hugged her mother, she normally put her arms around her mom’s shoulders, but this wouldn’t work here. So, after a moment of his arms around hers, Andreya raised her arms and wrapped them under his, around his chest so that her palms were against his back, and turned her head to lay her cheek against his shoulder as she relaxed into T’rif’s hug. 


Standing there, his arms warm and strong around her back holding her tightly to him, Andreya closed her eyes as she kept her cheek turned against his shoulder (facing his neck) and let herself...just feel for a long moment this first hug from her father. Hearing his strong heartbeat echo in her ear, the faint smell of oil he’d used on his dragon, his warmth (why were guys always little portable cookstoves?) and the muscles in his arms holding her close. She was focused on the hug itself that she didn’t notice any potential awkwardness from the length of the hug, nor did she tense up or give a hint of wanting to pull away from the hug, unusual from her typical behavior with guys to want to be so warm with them. But T’rif wasn’t just a ‘guy’, he was her father...and that was different even if her mind was still trying to keep up it’s walls around her heart.


When she felt him shift, only then did Andreya let her hands fall away from his back as he released her.  Giving a small step back to give him space, her head ducked a little as she felt the faint tingling of tears in her eyes and she determinedly told herself she *was not* going to cry from a *hug!*. As she ducked her head, she reached up to unconsciously smooth her hair before she remembered a little too late that her hair was in a braid, so her movement changed to just adjusting where the braid fell against her collarbone.  


His words, however, earned him a glance up and a small smile followed by an ‘oh’ of surprise at him saying he had something for her. Remembering her mother’s words not to take advantage, Andreya raised her hands just slightly as she responded with surprise, albeit pleased surprise, in her voice “Oh! You didn’t need to get me anything. Really. And it’s nice to meet you too...T’rifoshe.” There was a slight pause as she mentally debated with herself on what...what it felt right to call him, as it certainly wouldn’t be Triffy like she’d heard Shalia call him.. 


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“I wanted to get it for you,” T’rif told her. He ducked around his desk and brought out the egg pot holder to present it to her. “The egg was available, so I took it. It was no big deal. It’s a Callamere though, so it should be a real nice flit, whatever the color.”


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As T’rif said he’d wanted to do it, Andreya opened her mouth again to say it wasn’t needed, that she hadn’t expected anything, when suddenly he pulled out an egg pot from behind his desk. Well, she certainly hadn’t expected *that*, maybe a beautiful hair comb, or...or some kind of modestly gorgeous dress (maybe with her mother’s assistance in picking out the gift), but not...this. Staring with wide, surprised eyes from the egg pot holder and back up to him, when he mentioned it was a *Callamere* egg, her surprise turned into pure astonishment. 


Staring at the egg pot holder, shaking her head a little, she asked curiously, her brain focusing on this question while Andreya worked through her shock of the gift “And...and what would you have done with the egg if I’d waited a few days to visit? It could have hatched on you.”


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“Nah, if you hadn’t come today, I would have given it back to Shalia to sell it,” T’rifoshe told her. He didn’t mention that he detested the flying pests himself, but he understood that he was in the minority. “So if you want it, the egg is yours. If not, I’ll return it so that Shalia can sell it.”


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Andreya was still looking at the egg pot holder, the shock fading into a clear look of longing directed at the pot even as she held herself back from reaching for it. Not too long ago she’d expressed a desire for a flit, and now here she was being gifted with an egg. Listening and nodding softly when he said he’d just have given it back, when he mentioned Shalia’s name Andreya’s head came up in surprise. With a small, amused smile Andreya responded with “Shalia and I were talking about flits, when I first arrived. She was determined to help me get one. I...I do want it, really I do. This is a truly wonderful gift, more than I ever expected, Thank you so much.” Even as she thanked him, Andreya had a moment of thinking he was trying to win her over with gifts and wanting to refuse it, but...but she didn’t *want* to decline the gift. Surely...surely accepting it would be ok without making him think she was just looking for whatever fancy gifts he’d give her to make up for all these turns? After all, he didn’t have anything to make up for, it hadn’t been his fault that they’d never known each other.


After a moment though, with that warning from earlier still at the forefront of her mind, Andreya asked with a note of hesitation in her voice despite the hope she didn’t manage to conceal “Are...are you sure it’s ok that I get one? That you give me one? And not just with Foreth’s recent ‘Flight and the upcoming eggs either…” 


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“You should have time enough for the flit to be attached to you before the eggs Hatch,” T’rif assured her. “And I get that it’s  a big gift, but it was available to me. If you’re not interested, that’s fine. I won’t be  upset. I don’t want to offend you.” 


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As he said there’d be enough time for the flit to be fine should she impress, Andreya gave a relieved nod of her head as she glanced back down at the egg pot. As he continued, saying it was fine if she wasn’t interested, reassuring her it would be ok and he wasn’t offended, Andreya’s eyes flew back up to his and she rushed forward with her own reassurances saying “Oh no! I’m not offended, not at all. Please don’t think that, Sir...err...T’rifoshe.” She flushed a bit as she stumbled, saying ‘Sir’ out of reflex before remembering he was her dad and then feeling awkward about her bumbled words. 


Taking a breath, she tried again saying “Thank you for reassuring me about there being enough time for the flit’s attachment. And it is a big gift, but I’m not offended....I’m...I just want to make sure that...well, like my mom warned me, that I’m not seen to be gaining an unfair advantage now...with being your daughter. I don’t want that at all. It is a wonderfully thoughtful gift, and I do want to accept it, I’m very much interested.” As she finished, she was looking at him with honesty showing clear across her features. 


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“Please, if we’re going informal, just call me T’rif,” he told her. “And it’s really no big deal. The Weyr’s full of flits. One more isn’t a big thing in the scheme of things. It’s just a nice thing for you. But again, if you’re not interested, I can just give it back. I don’t want you to feel weird or anything.”


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At his suggestion to call him T’rif, Andreya nodded her head giving him a small embarrassed smile even as she continued listening to him. She thought back to all the flits she’d seen, all over the place, and hadn’t realized so many candidates had them that it would be ok for her to as well. As he tried to say he could take the egg back, a brief look of sadness passed over her face at the idea and she gave a shake of her head. 


Hearing his concern about her feeling weird about accepting, with the reassurance that flits were normal and she’d be ok having one...that she wouldn’t get looked at sideways for having one suddenly when people figured out (gossip always spread like fire) that she was T’rif’s previously unknown daughter, she made up her mind. Smile widening, trying to reassure him that she was happy, beyond happy really...more like elated, she said quite sincerely “Thank you...thank you T’rif! I love the gift, a Callamere egg, I can’t believe it! I appreciate it, your gift. I don’t feel weird at all.” 


Then, quite unlike herself, Andreya let the delighted feelings envelope her a bit more and in a spur-of-the-moment of unconstrained feeling actually stepped closer to (and maybe a little behind) the desk to hug him saying again “Thank you!” She could feel that tingle of tears again in her eyes, and closed her eyes as she hugged her father tightly.


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“You’re welcome,” he said as he hugged her back. “I think I was told it should Hatch pretty quick so don’t go far away from it until then.” 


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Swallowing hard, fighting back the tears as she hugged T’rif even as she couldn’t help the pang of regret at so much lost time, after a moment she dropped her arms and stepped back from the hug. Nodding at his words, feeling a bit stunned again as she thought about all the ‘new arrivals’ in her life today...a father...cousins and more cousins...maybe siblings (although she didn’t quite want to ask that yet)...and now a *Callamere Flit*. 


Putting a hand on top of the pot very gently, she asked “Pretty quickly, do you mean...in a few hours? Or in a sevenday?” Yes, today was a free day, but what about tomorrow? What if she was in lessons and it hatched tomorrow? She didn’t think she’d be allowed to bring the egg to class with her, to make sure she was around when it hatched…


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“Within the day or so,” T’rif said. “So happy Hatching Day. Just not the one you were expecting.” He smiled at her, excited that he could give her such a gift. It felt like a small way to make up for turns of missed presents for birthdays and Gathers and all.


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As he gave the expected timeframe, Andreya nodded thoughtfully and then couldn’t help the smile at his ‘Hatching Day’ congratulations. Glancing up at him, she said seriously “Thank you. And...and maybe it’s good I didn’t impress. I couldn’t imagine being stuck in however many months of weyrling seclusion...right after finding out about you. This way...this way we have time to get to know each other. We’ve missed a lot…” At that last bit, there was a tinge of regret, before she continued in a happier tone with “but thankfully, not anymore.”


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“This way you get time to get to know the Weyr as well,” T’rif said. “You can get friends and meet all your kin. I always feel bad for the people who Impress straight off. You really do need those connections.” And now hopefully one of those connections would involve him. “How are you finding things around here so far?”


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Nodding to T’rif’s comments, the movement hesitated just slightly at the ‘all your kin’ words...and the reminder of just how far-reaching her family suddenly was. At his question, Andreya replied with “Well, I’ve been mostly trying to cram studying in for yesterday’s Hatching, just to be prepared...But I’ve made friends with Shalia, actually. Spent some time with her, not just the day she showed me around either. Other than her...well, like I said I’ve had my nose to the books. But hopefully, now with a bit of time until the next Hatching, you’re right that I can make more connections.” 


She said this, but she thought back to her time at the Harper Haven and how...how apart she’d always been from everyone else (mostly because of her own actions setting her apart) and wondered really how different it would be as a candidate. 


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“Well, now you can study at a more leisurely pace,” T’rif  said. “And I’m glad you’re getting to know Shalia. She’s a good girl. Just keep yourself out of trouble. You should get to know Rassia and Kashara as well.”


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Nodding about being able to study slower, Andreya knew that she had a lot to catch up on, however, and would need to keep studying hard to get there. She didn’t want to fall behind just because she’d come late to the Gather. Smiling at T’rif’s words about Shalia, she again nodded about staying out of trouble, and this time the nodding was in actual agreement. “Oh of course, I don’t want to cause any trouble.” Nor did she want to make him regret being excited to have her as a daughter, or otherwise disappoint him.  She continued, adding “Yes, Shalia mentioned her sisters, my...my second cousins...I’ll have to meet them. So many new family members to meet now...Are there...do I have any siblings here I should be aware of?” Andreya worried, very suddenly, that one of the boys she’d kissed might be an unknown brother, but she didn’t think any had mentioned T’rif being their father. Still, it didn’t hurt to ask...


A sudden thought resulted in Andreya giving him an apprehensive look as she asked “There isn’t some kind of...I don’t know...big family dinner on rest days that I need to know about...is there?” The young Harper most certainly didn’t want to end up heading to the Dining Hall one day only to get swept up into a family dinner with...with everyone without at least the chance to prepare and make sure she was appropriately dressed for the occasion...much less emotionally prepared for that kind of meeting.


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A pained look came over his face. “I have two kids with my previous mate, Monifa, but she took them North and I haven’t seen them in turns,” he said. “And another daughter by a woman who ran off and didn’t tell me where she took our daughter, and I haven’t heard from her since. I had a son that was actually Kassia’s weyrmate for turns, but he died in an accident. So it’s just the extended family. And no, we don’t do a big family dinner.”


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Seeing the pain on her father’s face, Andreya immediately regretted asking about siblings and instinctively reached out to touch his arm in comfort. As soon as she realized her hand was moving she froze a moment before following through with the movement and laying her palm on his arm while silently listening, sorrow for his pain clear on her face. When he got to mentioning his son, saying he’d been Kassia’s weyrmate, her Harper brain made the connection easily but she managed not to react to the strange knowledge that Kassia had been weyrmated to her own cousin briefly. 


As he finished, in a soft heartfelt voice she said “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring up bad memories for you. And...and I’m even more sorry for the loss of your son, and not being able to know your other children.” Hearing that it seemed T’rif had not raised any of his children made Andreya both terribly sad for her father, while there was a little tiny bit of her that said ‘Well, at least you’re not the only one he didn’t get to raise.’. Andreya, of course, squashed that horrible though immediately. 


As he answered her last question, about big family dinners, Andreya gave him a slightly relieved smile as she said trying to move away from sad memories “That’s good to know...I’d rather have a chance to prepare before a family meeting like that. I couldn’t even imagine…” 


As she shook her head at the though, Andreya moved to lift her palm off of T’rif’s arm. Then she considered and asked “Do you...I don’t know how much you and Mom got to talk about last night. But do you have any questions for me?”


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He laid a hand across her hand, acknowledging the comfort.

“I guess, I didn’t mention that I’ve had the privilege of being a part of the Weyrwoman’s...Kassia’s life, and her children’s,” he said. “A big part. And like I said, I’d like you to meet them, but you won’t have to meet them all at once. I’m surprised you haven’t met Rassia yet. Kashara is still in the Infirmary and will probably be set up in a nearby small weyr while she continues to recover, so we’d have to make a trip to meet her.” 


“I hope you’ve had a good life so far,” he said. “Your mother seems like a very wonderful woman, as she did that night I met her. Know that you’re welcome here and that whatever your life before, you can start a new one here though. I’m here if you ever need me. That goes whether you need a dad...if you eventually want one. Or you need an ACM. Okay?”


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Andreya gave him a small smile as she felt the warmth of his hand covering hers, and at his mention of being a big part of his niece’s (and her children’s) life Andreya wondered how this niece (Weyrwoman Kassia) would react to finding out about her. Would she actually welcome Andreya as a part of this big family? Or would Andreya, not having grown up in the family, be looked at like an unknown interloper?


When he said he’d like her to meet them, Andreya of course nodded her head then smiled gratefully at him as he mentioned it not being all at once. At the reminder that Shalia’s sister, her cousin, was in the infirmary Andreya asked “That’s right. How is Kashara doing, any better? Any good news on her leg’s healing yet? And yes, I do want to meet them both whenever they, or you, are free.”  After a pause Andreya added “All this new family...it’s always been just me and Mom for so long, she didn’t have any siblings...So, suddenly having people related to me, people that I might see even as I turn a corner, that’s really surprising. I’m excited to meet everyone, so that I can be a big part of their lives too.”


As T’rif talked about what he hoped about her life, about her mom being a wonderful woman, Andreya smiled reassuringly at her dad. When he went on to say she was welcome here, could start a new life no matter what came before, and that he’d be there if she needed him, Andreya wondered briefly what kind of notes might have been in her file that the Harpers probably gave to the Candidatemaster when she’d joined Candidacy...Had the Harpers been more aware of the attitudes of the apprentice/journeymen Harpers toward her than they’d let on? But that didn’t matter, not right at this moment. 


Instead, pulling her thoughts away from the Harper Haven Andreya said “Yes, I did. Mom was wonderful. Yes, she was a bit busy with tailoring and I was raised in the Hold’s creche, like rider’s kids are here, but she saw me as much as she could. And, as you can probably tell, I loved seeing all the beautiful things she could make. She even managed to get me extra, private Harpering lessons when I began to show some promise, and that was amazing of her. That she supported me so well, with what I was interested in and wanted to pursue.” Andreya knew that wasn’t always the case, and wanted to make sure T’rif didn’t think she’d been lacking in any way in her life with her mom, aside from of course lacking a father figure.”


Either way, as T’rif finished speaking, including that hesitant comment of ‘if she eventually wanted a dad’ Andreya nodded her head quickly in understanding saying “Yes, I understand. You’re here, as ACM or..” And here she paused before trying out the word for the first time out loud with a small smile “...or as Dad. I do appreciate that. And I do want to have a relationship with you, as your daughter and not just a candidate. Maybe we can...grab a meal or something, along with meeting the family? Of course only when you aren’t swamped by Post-hatching Candidatemaster work, I understand that.”


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“She’s improving,” T’rif said. “It’ll be a while, but hopefully she’ll be back to being able to Stand. The others should be a lot easier to meet. I’ll even see if Kassia has time to meet you soon. She’s busy, but she can usually find some time to spare. Rassia should be floating around somewhere. And don’t worry about me, I can make time. Just give me a day or two. I think I have the day after next off, if I can’t fit something in tomorrow. We’ll fit something in then.” 


He wanted to make this work. He really did. Now that he knew she existed, he wasn’t about to let this opportunity go by. He loved Kassia but she’d wasted her chances with her sons, and even somewhat with some of her daughters. But he wasn’t that person. He wanted to be in his daughter’s life as much as he could given that she was no longer a child.


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Smiling wide when T’rif said that Kashara was doing better, Andreya felt her heart-rate spike as he mentioned meeting Kassia soon but she kept herself from tensing up with nerves. When he mentioned specific days he’d be available, either tomorrow or the next day, Andreya nodded excitedly at him. She was glad it wasn’t going to be a vague ‘oh, sometime next week I should be free’ kind of thing, he was actually setting up specific days he’d be able to, hopefully, see her. 


With a grin she added her own faintly amused but enthusiastic sounding reply of “Of course, tomorrow or the next day. Well, you know what my schedule is and when I’m in lessons and whatnot. Other than that, I’ll make sure I’m available.” It was certainly an odd experience planning time to spend with her dad, knowing that *he* knew exactly what her schedule would be on those days.


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“I need to get back to work,” T’rif said, “but we’ll definitely get together. Okay? And if you need me, I’m here.” He gave her another hug. “Are you okay?”


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Even Andreya had gotten the feeling that this talk with T’rif was beginning to wind down, and so she wasn’t surprised when he said he needed to get back to work. Instead she nodded her head understandably and when he pulled her in for a hug she hugged him back tightly. At his question, she nodded first before adding reassuringly “Of course, I understand. And yes. Yes I’m really ok.” She didn’t need to tell him about the mini-meltdown she’d had with her mother earlier, since the nap seemed to have soothed most of the emotional tornado she’d been feeling, and instead continued with a sincere smile “I’m looking forward to the next get together, and getting to introduce you to my new flit, if it’s hatched by then.” 


Then, with an amused grin she added “And, I very much appreciate you worrying about me, you already caring enough about me *to* worry. But you don’t need to make up for all 17 turns of worry all at once, don’t need to give yourself a heart attack just after we’ve met. In fact, you have nothing to make up *for*, Dad. It’s not your fault you didn’t know, after all.”


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“I’ll try to worry about you just the right amount,” T’rif said with a smile. “Take care of that egg and I hope it hatches into a nice little flit for you. It was so good to meet you and we’ll get together soon.”


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Andreya gave a small amused shake of her head at T’rif’s reply before she said “Yes, it really was. Wonderful, can hardly wait.” Reaching out to place a hand on the egg pot again she finished with “And I will, thank you again so very much for the flit.”


Andreya then oh-so-very carefully picked up the egg pot holder, cradling it in her arms so as not to jostle it, and before she turned to the door she said with a grin “See you soon.” After one last look at him, still surprised at all the new people suddenly in her life, Andreya turned and walked out of the office, opening the door so carefully with her flit egg in one arm and then shutting the door behind her like it had been when she’d first knocked.