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Re: GATHER: Violins and Tambourines ((Attn: Elowyn/Wycker, Delysia)) #Gather

mglady3@...
 

"Very nice." Delysia complimented after the harper was finished. "It's certainly a lovely instrument." Aoede echoed the praise with an appreciative trill of her own. "Do you mind also playing something in a minor key - so that I can hear the contrast?" Delysia requested. 
 


On Sat, Jun 27, 2020 at 6:40 PM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
Elowyn smiled graciously at the gold rider's apology, shaking her head as if to dismiss her concern. "No harm done," she lied lightly, as there had been some bruises to her ribs and her pride. "And no hard feelings, I assure you. Part of me wishes she had been right when she dropped me on the Sands, but ah, a rider's life is not to be mine." An embarassing wistful quality colored her tone. Perhaps it was because she felt a strange connection to Delysia thanks to the eventful Hatching, but this was an admission she had given no one else. 

Equally glad to change the subject, Elowyn cleared her throat before answering the question. "Oh, certainly. It would be my pleasure," she smiled and plucked one of the flutes off the table. "I'm always glad to meet riders interested in music. I find that most folks underestimate the range of a whistle like this one." Putting the mouthpiece to her lips, Elowyn blew a few quick notes in a scale before launching into a lively jig. Rather than tinny, the sound was warm and rich, smooth by the effort of her diaphragm control. 

On Sat, Jun 20, 2020, 11:04 AM <mglady3@...> wrote:
The unexpected reaction to a very rote introduction gave Delysia pause and made her take a harder look at the harper Journeywoman. The was the comment on grip that allowed her to finally place it. "You were one of the visitors that Razelth, ah, chose to relocate. I do apologize for her high handedness, and hope that you'd be willing to forgive a mother's very natural anxiety over her child." She replied smoothly.

{{I don't apologize.}} Razelth huffed in Delysia's head. {{I had to help dear Feegith, and I did.}}

[[Oh hush you.]] Delysia reprimanded silently, though not with any real fervor. 

Delysia was very happy to turn the conversation back to the instruments. "I play the gitar and some harp. I've never learned how to play the flute but would like to." Though given the constraints on her time, that was more wistful thinking than anything else.She gestured towards the flutes. "Do you mind demonstrating the tones of these instruments so that I can hear them?"


On Sat, Jun 13, 2020 at 6:27 PM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
"...Razelth?" Elowyn repeated the dragon's name as recognition dawned on her face tinged by what seemed almost like fear in her eyes. She swallowed, regaining her composure with the same practiced ease that let her shove the memory of being plucked from the Stands by a frenzied gold dragon into the back of her mind. "She's got a good grip, that one. Ah, no, they're not," she transitioned to the subject of flutes. "You would be surprised by what gets shoved into a crate and ignored for a few decades." A smile flashed on her features. "Do you play?"

If Toki was disappointed by failing to win Aoede's attention, it wasn't readily apparent. Eager to please a gold though he was, the little bronze was just as easily distracted by the jewelry on passing Gather-goers. Elowyn hadn't missed the flit's interest in the instruments and commented with a laugh, "She has your good taste, it seems!"

On Sat, Jun 13, 2020, 10:04 AM <mglady3@...> wrote:
"Delysia, rider to golden Razelth." Delysia introduced herself when prompted. She surveyed the instruments, starting with and focusing first on the row of beautifully carved flutes. "Is this your work?" She asked.

Aoede greeted Toki's arrival with cool chirp and a flutter of her wings - the gracious queen acknowledging but not encouraging her supplicant. Strangely enough, or maybe not for those who knew Aoede, her attention too seemed to be focussed on the instruments on display. Her eyes whirled with bright curiosity as she gazed down at them.


On Sat, Jun 6, 2020 at 1:20 PM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
Elowyn smiled broadly to see the woman approach, recognizing the goldrider knots on her shoulder more than the unfamiliar face. "It is, indeed! And good afternoon to you as well, you honor me with your presence, ..." she laid the praise on thick, ever the showman, and paused to let Delysia supply her name. She knew the Weyr had three goldriders; better to wait than assume the wrong one stood before her. 

The queen on her shoulder drew blue eyes, and no sooner had she opened her mouth to greet the shiny firelizard than her own bronze popped into existence. Toki dove down from the air, winging in a wide circle around the two newcomers. He trilled emphatically, fluttering out of reach. 

"Hello, pretty girl," Elowyn cooed to the gold before pinning her firelizard with a glare as he went about his antics. "Don't mind him. He's harmless. Stupid, but harmless." 

Toki didn't seem to care, windmilling through the air in hopes of catching the shiny's attention.

On Thu, Jun 4, 2020, 5:50 PM <mglady3@...> wrote:

Delysia simply could not walk past an instrument stall without taking the opportunity to browse. So what if she already owned more instruments than she could conceivably learn to play in her near non-existent free time. Sometimes there was pleasure to be had merely in the ownership of a thing.

"Good afternoon." She greeted the harper on duty. "Journeywoman Elowyn, isn't it?" Despite no longer being a harper, Delysia still visited Harper Haven quite often, and knew most of the Masters and Journeymen on sight.

The small firelizard queen perched on her right shoulder also fluttered her wings in greeting. This was more acknowledgement than a human usually received, but Aoede has always had a soft spot for harpers.

On Sun, May 31, 2020 at 4:15 PM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
The second day of the Gather had arrived and Elowyn was prepared to do business. She arrived early to setup the table, a simple blanket spread across it on which to feature the wares without stealing attention from them. With the help of the Candidate who has so graciously been willing to assist, they arranged an eclectic variety of instruments for sale. The Haven had been willing to part with a small portion of the profits as compensation for manning the booth, once she had stormed the right office brandishing her cast, anyway. Though she was prepared to haggle if necessary, the Harper fully intended to be rid of these instruments even if it meant giving them away. 
 
First, arrayed side-by-side were a group of simple wooden flutes best suited for all experience levels. Crafted individually by some journeyman's hand, each flute was unique and will only gain character and depth of tone with age. Hard, dark timber was somewhat difficult to carve, but allowed the instrument to produce a warm, mellow sound. 
 
Next up, a collection of small drums and a pair of smooth-sanded sticks that matched each. The drums themselves were nothing special, stretched hide of varying quality, likely the result of apprentices learning the process. These were brightly painted children's toys and practice instruments, able to take a beating. They stood arrayed in a line around the table and in stacks on either side, numerous.
 
Two metal-strung lap harps, both fairly nice items with artistic renditions of a faire of firelizard carved into the wood, sat side by side atop the table beside the flutes. An additional coil of woven strings lay next to them, replacements for any that might snap in time. 
 
Lastly one lone tambourine had been propped up at an angle against a drum, highlighting the unusual instrument and its tiny metal cymbals. 
 
The Harper absently strummed one of the harps on display, wearing an eye-catching blue blouse with a plunging neckline and a smile for anyone who looked their way. "Step up!" She beckoned, "Take a look, see what strikes your fancy!" Other boxes stacked behind the table suggested there was more where these instrument came from.
 
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Re: #heatwave Your Health, Your Hydration (attn: any Riders) #heatwave

Mya L. R.
 

On Sun, Jun 28, 2020 at 12:06 PM Jerzy Tobin <jerzytobin@...> wrote:
"Oh, sweet baby dragons, yes please!" Yeha said, letting the sponge
she'd been using drop down into the bucket of soapy water.  She was
completely soaked, and not just because she'd been bathing her dragon.
Sweat from the heat had had her drenched long before she'd even
reached the lake, and even the water hadn't felt all that cool against
her legs.  Juice sounded divine right now.

"Thanks.  You're a peach for bringing something out for us riders."

"You don't need to thank me.  All I'm doing is help you all prepare for tomorrow.  We can't exactly afford to not do all that we can...particularly considering what today is like."  Rionnon said smoothly and tipped the pitcher above the cups, letting the juice run into the uppermost cup, filling it almost to the rim before she pulled the pitcher away.  Turning the pitcher so the handle rested around her hand, she plucked the filled cup from the stack and held it out to Yeha.  "Here you go."


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Re: Where's a Wher? There's a Wher! (attn: Kassia, Delysia)

mglady3@...
 

Delysia considered it for a moment. "Yes, I think a brown will do very nicely. Tell me a little bit more about Impression. I've heard that it shares many similarities with a firelizard's hatching. You keep the egg on a pot of warm sands until it is ready to hatch. Then, you get ready to greet the hatchling with a large bowl of meat scraps. Am I missing something, or is that about the shape of it?" 
 


On Sat, Jun 27, 2020 at 7:34 AM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:
"I was going to recommend Impression," Insera said. "I have a brown or a blue, but if you have no preference a brown would be more of a deterrent than a blue. I do have a brown egg available. Two actually that you can choose from. They should hatch within the sevenday."


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

mglady3@...
 

"I'll send someone around by the end of the day." Delysia promised. At a gather like this one, you could always find a candidate willing to run a quick errand in return for some small remuneration. "What do I owe you?"
 


On Wed, Jun 24, 2020 at 1:37 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
"Certainly ma'am, we can arrange to have the stand delivered if that would be more helpful or you can collect it at the end of the day - same as the toy. Probably wouldn't be the most easy thing to cart around!" Moving to the corner where the stands were arranged, Giselle selected one and glanced back at Delysia for confirmation she had picked the one indicated. They weren't overtly fancy but there was a pleasing, natural elegance to their structure which meant they could fit into practically any environment - no matter the decor. The ball was deftly picked up as she returned, reaching into a pocket for a small invoice book that she kept to hand.

On Sat, Jun 20, 2020 at 8:09 PM <mglady3@...> wrote:
Delysia wasn't nearly as certain that her musically acute firelizard queen wouldn't notice the change in sound, but smiled back anyways. "It's worth a try, I suppose." She replied. "I'll take the ball. Oh, and one of those floor perches." She pointed towards the one that she wanted. 


On Sun, Jun 14, 2020 at 3:44 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Giselle grinned slyly at the woman after a resounding chuckle in response to her previous comment. "That's why you take the little balls out of the bells when she's not around. Do it a few at a time so it's gradual. One day, suddenly no noise at all. And if you do it right, they can't quite remember if it sounded like that the whole time. Even a gold." There was a cheerful wickedness to her eyes that suggested that she had done such a thing herself on more than one occasion. 

On Sat, Jun 13, 2020 at 7:42 PM <mglady3@...> wrote:
Delysia laughed softly. "I think you've worked firelizards - firelizard queens in particular - for long enough to not know the answer to that question." And indeed, Aoede had no sooner caught sight of the large stand full of firelizard paraphernalia than dropped off of her perch at Delysia's shoulder to investigate. A few strokes of her swift wings took her to the table where she landed and was soon immersed in exploring her many, many choices. She took her time in examining each of the toys on display, but time and time again her attention was drawn back to one toy in particular - a soft, yarn covered ball that was festooned with half a dozen silver bells that rang merrily whenever the ball moved. 

Delysia sighed. "Something tells me I'm going to regret buying that one for her." 


On Tue, Jun 9, 2020 at 3:13 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Giselle had laughed lightly at the reply, a sweet and cheery sounded. "No offence taken at all, ma'am. I know the feeling entirely. I would walk over hot coals barefoot for my Shimmer, even if she had been found on the beach and not from one of our own eggs." Said gold, currently grooming herself carefully on a nearby perch had glanced up at the sound of her name, offering a perfunctory chirrup of greeting at Aeode. It was all polite manners and etiquette rather than borne out of genuine friendliness, but then that was golds all over. The epitome of manners. 

"Toys you say? Why we do indeed carry a selection. Same with training treats and some rather more indulgent. Ironic you mention those, I've been in talks with someone at the Weyr about arranging to have some kept in Weyr for people to obtain for their own firelizards." She gestured to one side of the tent where large stands had been set up that were positively festooned in just about every sort of toy, training device, wrapped boards for sharpening talons, even several floor perches had been set up. "Are you looking for anything in particular or do you like to let your beautiful girl choose for herself? I know *I* don't get a say in the matter when I'm buying for Shimmer!"

On Fri, Jun 5, 2020 at 2:19 AM <mglady3@...> wrote:
"Thank you. I most certainly am." Delysia responded pleasantly. "And no, Aoede here is wild bred. I hope you'll not be offended if I say that I would not trade her for any other firelizard in the world, as fine as your bloodlines are." Certainly, the glance that the small queen gave Giselle was haughty enough to belong to the most carefully bred gold.

"But it's actually for Aoede that I've come. I seem to recall this stall carrying a very fine selection of firelizard toys in the past. Aoede deserves her Gather Day treat, same as anyone else." 


On Mon, Jun 1, 2020 at 6:48 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
OoC: Oh they absolutely would :)

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

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

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

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


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

Date Reference: Gather starts 8.28.6.1.


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


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


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


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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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



How much do Callamere firelizards cost?


Green - 5 marks

Blue - 8 marks

Brown - 12 marks

Bronze - 15 marks

Gold - Not available through purchase



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Re: #heatwave Time For A Gear Check Att: Wind-Dance Fury Wing #heatwave

Mya L. R.
 

On Sun, Jun 28, 2020 at 12:23 PM Jerzy Tobin <jerzytobin@...> wrote:
The heat was excruciating.  Even though he'd been in the South for
nearly a decade now, he'd never dealt with temperatures like *this*.
It was the sort of thing that had the bronze rider dreaming longingly
of the mountains and snow.  Someplace - any place - cooler than what
Arolos had currently become.  And worse yet, there was Fall tomorrow.
So he couldn't just pack up and slip off for a few days, and neither
could his Wing, much as all of them wished otherwise.

There had been Drills planned for today for the Wing, but as hot as it
was, T'ryn didn't want to be any crueler than he had to be.  He felt
his Wing was Fall-ready, Drill wise.  He would cancel the main drills,
to give his Riders a chance to rest through the worst of the heat.
But before that, there was going to be a check of all their Flight
gear.  He might be willing to cancel a drill, but the gear check was
something he never put off.  They could use the spare time to fix any
mistakes or imperfections that got picked out.

((Myholth, alert the Wing.  Gear check in half an hour.))

The bronze rumbled an assent, and sent the message to the dragons
under his command.  They, at least, weren't bothered by the heat.
Half an hour later, T'ryn and Myholth were both waiting, fully rigged
themselves, to inspect the rest of the Wing.

ooc: if you want to have T'ryn notice something wrong with your
harness or whatnot, let me know.

The first thing M'lex learned when he realized it was hot and still getting hotter, it wasn't even mid-morning at that point, was that the Creche was making sure the children kept cool.  Yes, he'd checked on his daughter before he went back to his own work.  That was just the type of person he was.  So when Zereath informed him that Myholth had said there would be a Gear check in half an hour, M'lex hadn't finished checking over everything.  He'd done the harness first and moved onto check over his helmet, but he'd not gotten around to the rest by the time he strode out onto the Weyrledge where Zereath was waiting.  [[Time to get on down there!  Can't leave the Wingleader waiting on us.]]  He patted the bronze hide when he got settled onto the bronze's back signaling him to take off.

The bronze sprang off his ledge and swooped down, landing swiftly at the meeting spot.  {{We're here, we're ready to be checked.}}


OOC: His harness and helmet are in good shape, but if you want T'ryn to notice a worn hem on his riding jacket or something like that, then go for it.

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#heatwave Heat Sweeps (Wingsecond T'eko, ALL FIREDANCE) #heatwave

Ren
 

After thoroughly reviewing his rights and responsibilities, T'eko found that he was actually allowed and even expected to do quite a bit when R'tal was otherwise busy, which both as co-Weyrleader and post-Gather attack he was. T'eko knew that there were only so many times his riders could bathe their dragons to cool off, so he came up with an idea to make sure everyone stayed cool and still got their exercise- sweeps. It was his express duty to organize and participate in sweeprides, so T'eko poured over maps and compared them to reports from recent sweeps to plot out their course. Once he was satisfied, he looked to his dragon.

"Buddy, go ahead and call our Wing down! Have 'em meet us..." He glanced at the map again, "Eh, in the Dragonriders' Yard. That's got plenty of space. Let 'em know what's up and to dress light but covering. The humans'll know what it means. Thanks, Bro."

With a hum and an eager swirl of his eyes at their first official action as Wingsecond, Brocarth lifted his head to address his wing. {{Firedance dragons, this is Brocarth your Wingsecond. My rider is calling for sweeps. Please meet us in the Dragonriders' Yard; your riders are advised to wear clothes that are light but cover them. I look forward to seeing all of you.}}

Satisfied, T'eko scratched his brown on the nose and climbed his arm, settling in his saddle and allowing Brocarth to glide down towards the designated spot where the chubby thing tried to sit and look dignified. T'eko quietly thought that he looked like a bun.
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Ren's Crafters: Diagir (Whercraft), Reitz (Whercraft), Torinael (Healer), Ozfini (Healer)

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Re: #heatwave Time For A Gear Check Att: Wind-Dance Fury Wing, L'nel #heatwave

Ren
 

Still on his high from being named T'yrn's Wingthird, L'nel double and triple checked his straps on Hemiseth to make sure that they were perfect. It was rather hard to do on he squirming dragon- the intense heat was Hemiseth's all-tiime favorite and he wanted to go out and enjoy it instead of being in inspection formation.

{{L'nel, why must we do this now?}} the blue whined with a thump of his tail as L'nel donned his Wingthird knots and went to mount him. 

"Because Myholth and T'ryn said to," L'nel answered as the hazy blue stepped off of their weyr and glided to where their wing was set up. He saluted his Wingleader and took up their place, swiftly eyeing over his setup to make sure that it was settled.

((OOC: He would have things a little too perfect, so there's probably something overdone that L'nel doesn't see but Hemiseth feels. The blue would be too distracted with thoughts of playing in the heat to notice))
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Ren's Crafters: Diagir (Whercraft), Reitz (Whercraft), Torinael (Healer), Ozfini (Healer)

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Re: #heatwave Time For A Gear Check Att: Wind-Dance Fury Wing #heatwave

Kouga
 

The heat was excruciating. Even though he'd been in the South for nearly a decade now, he'd never dealt with temperatures like *this*. It was the sort of thing that had the bronze rider dreaming longingly of the mountains and snow. Someplace - any place - cooler than what Arolos had currently become. And worse yet, there was Fall tomorrow. So he couldn't just pack up and slip off for a few days, and neither could his Wing, much as all of them wished otherwise.
There had been Drills planned for today for the Wing, but as hot as it
was, T'ryn didn't want to be any crueler than he had to be. He felt
his Wing was Fall-ready, Drill wise. He would cancel the main drills,
to give his Riders a chance to rest through the worst of the heat. But
before that, there was going to be a check of all their Flight gear.
He might be willing to cancel a drill, but the gear check was
something he never put off. They could use the spare time to fix any
mistakes or imperfections that got picked out.

((Myholth, alert the Wing. Gear check in half an hour.))

The bronze rumbled an assent, and sent the message to the dragons
under his command. They, at least, weren't bothered by the heat. Half
an hour later, T'ryn and Myholth were both waiting, fully rigged
themselves, to inspect the rest of the Wing.

ooc: if you want to have T'ryn notice something wrong with your
harness or whatnot, let me know.<<

Pengith had had to pull his rider away from hide work at the
announcement as Get'ew had been trying to stay inside today until it
got a little cooler after the sun started to go down some. Get'ew had
gotten his straps on first and let him go sit on their ledge after
giving them a once over before retreating to his part of the weyr to
dress himself. Landing near Myholth within breaths of the bronze
touching down he rumbled a greeting {{Hello Myholth.}}

Get'ew for his part always did his best to be early or /exactly/ on
time, it wasn't quite as important when T'ryn was around, but well it
was easier to just make the point all the time just in case things
happened. Though sadly with the heat of the day he had a feeling that
they would have at least one rider who had gotten dressed to early and
would pass out in the heat. Their full gear was long and warm after
all and spending more time then needed in it in this heat was just
going to be a bad combination. Towards that end he had made sure to
bring down a couple of skins of water incase anyone did start looking
a bit on the not good side. [[Make sure to tell them about the water
Pengith.]] he told the brown.

{{Get'ew wants you and yours to know that we brought down two skins of
water incase anyone has heat issues from not drinking enough or
staying outside to long today.}} He passed on dutifully while the
waited on others to show up.

ooc: he's of course gone over all their stuff at least twice so ya
hehe nothin to find here

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#heatwave Time For A Gear Check Att: Wind-Dance Fury Wing #heatwave

Jerzy Tobin
 

The heat was excruciating. Even though he'd been in the South for
nearly a decade now, he'd never dealt with temperatures like *this*.
It was the sort of thing that had the bronze rider dreaming longingly
of the mountains and snow. Someplace - any place - cooler than what
Arolos had currently become. And worse yet, there was Fall tomorrow.
So he couldn't just pack up and slip off for a few days, and neither
could his Wing, much as all of them wished otherwise.

There had been Drills planned for today for the Wing, but as hot as it
was, T'ryn didn't want to be any crueler than he had to be. He felt
his Wing was Fall-ready, Drill wise. He would cancel the main drills,
to give his Riders a chance to rest through the worst of the heat.
But before that, there was going to be a check of all their Flight
gear. He might be willing to cancel a drill, but the gear check was
something he never put off. They could use the spare time to fix any
mistakes or imperfections that got picked out.

((Myholth, alert the Wing. Gear check in half an hour.))

The bronze rumbled an assent, and sent the message to the dragons
under his command. They, at least, weren't bothered by the heat.
Half an hour later, T'ryn and Myholth were both waiting, fully rigged
themselves, to inspect the rest of the Wing.

ooc: if you want to have T'ryn notice something wrong with your
harness or whatnot, let me know.

--
"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: #heatwave Your Health, Your Hydration (attn: any Riders) #heatwave

Jerzy Tobin
 

Anyone that'd just come to the South wouldn't know how the day compared with prior Summers. All that person would know was that they were sweltering under the harsh sunlight that was bathing its heat across the Weyr. The fact that there would be a Threadfall tomorrow, however, did drive one of those recent Northern arrivals into taking action.

A sheen of sweat had already begun forming across her skin as she reached the Weyrlake, a pitcher in one hand, a stack of cups in the other. Rionnon cast her gaze around and soon was striding over toward the nearest rider, busy tending their dragon. "Excuse me. You look like you've been busy out here. Would you like some juice?" Rionnon asked, raising the hand that held the pitcher for the rider to see.
"Oh, sweet baby dragons, yes please!" Yeha said, letting the sponge
she'd been using drop down into the bucket of soapy water. She was
completely soaked, and not just because she'd been bathing her dragon.
Sweat from the heat had had her drenched long before she'd even
reached the lake, and even the water hadn't felt all that cool against
her legs. Juice sounded divine right now.

"Thanks. You're a peach for bringing something out for us riders."


--
"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 Dance: So We Might As Well Keep Dancing ((Attn: Sagishi, Aiyana))

Rosiegirl
 

Aiyana’s cheeks flushed slightly when it took a second for Sagi to react to her question, as she’d clearly surprised him with it. She noticed the glance he gave to his two mates, having expected it, which was why she’d directed her question not just toward Sagi but toward all three of the mates. At Sagi’s initial nod a small smile crossed Aiyana’s lips, before she gave a small nod of her own at his words and replied “That’s ok. It’s a kinda slowish song...and I’ve not danced in a long time, so I’m going to be a bit rusty too.”

 

At Tori’s reassuring words, Aiyana turned toward him with a slightly bigger smile and gave him a nod of thanks. At Akisu’s suggestion, Aiyana turned surprise eyes toward him before glancing down at the twins who were still a bit wide-eyed and awake, surprisingly. The twins were both looking around, excitedly, at their surroundings and pointing things out to each other. Realizing someone was focused on them, both twins looked up at Aiyana and smiled at her. Aiyana smiled back and said to Akisu “That’s a great idea. I’m sure they’d love to dance.” before turning toward the girls and asking with a wave at the dancefloor “Girls, want to dance with Daddy Akisu and Daddy Tori?” 

 

The girls, for their part, were both clearly excited by the question and bounced where they were sitting with a chorus of “Yes yes! We can dance, please please Mommy and Daddies?” As each of the girls turned to one of the Dad’s in question, one twin to Akisu and the other twin to Tori, and gave them ‘huge canine eyes’ as they repeated the “We can dance, please?” At that clear agreement, Aiyana turned to Akisu with a small smile and said “Seems like the idea’s a hit with them.”

 

With that, Aiyana stood up and waited for Sagi to lead her, and whoever else would be joining them, onto the dance floor, smiling at her girls’ adorable asking Tori and Akisu to dance.



On Tue, Jun 23, 2020 at 7:28 PM Kouga <hanjikouga@...> wrote:
>> Aiyana had spent a lot of the Gather days with the trio of weyrmates and their just over 3 turns old daughters, and had enjoyed herself greatly. Her clothing over the three days had been nice, but compared to how she'd seen some of the other women dressing it might have been just a touch on the conservative side. It wasn't long sleeves and tutlenecks by any means, but the backless dresses, daring necklines, and so very short skirts were very much not this girl's style. Instead, while her 'corset-type' dresses had helped to accentuate her shape and assets, the dress had had short sleeves and the neckline of the corset dress had been high enough not to seem like she was spilling out. She'd learned early the best type of necklines when spending so much time around guys who were taller than her, and which necklines to avoid so as not to be indecent. Her skirts had all been at least knee length, but light and flowy around her legs.

Tonight, as the Gathers last day and in anticipation of the dance,
Aiyana had worn a pale blue corset-dress with a slightly lower more
square neckline that showed a bit more, although the dress still had a
back so as to cover her scars. The fabric, however, was thin and clung
to her body tightly down to her waist where it then flared out in a
longer skirt cut with long slits so that it flowed around and showed
off her legs as they peeked through. She'd even found a pair of heels
that she'd decided would be comfortable enough to wear and dance in,
that boosted her height just a couple more inches. She'd even left her
hair very dark brown hair loose and straight down her back instead of
braiding it up like she normally would

Aiyana was sitting at a table with the trio, the two toddlers sitting
amongst the 4 adults, when the crowd quieted and she turned to listen
to the announcement of the dance beginning. Smiling softly as the
Harpers began to play, Aiyana was content for a moment to listen to
the music. After a moment though, as her foot began to tap under the
table and she watched the couples filling the floor, when a slightly
slower song began to play Aiyana considered asking one of the trio of
mates to dance. Turning from the dance floor to glance at each of them
a moment, still considering if she should ask, when her eyes turned
toward Sagishi she hesitated and glanced back to the dance floor.

Finally, after another moment, she turned back toward Sagishi and
asked in a voice that was just slightly hesitant, as if unsure what
his answer would be "Sagishi...would you like to dance? If that's ok?"
That last question was directed at all of the mates at the table as
her green eyes flicked from Sagishi to Tori and Akisu before going
back to the first man.<<

Sagi had been paying attention to the babbling toddler trying to
decide what the little one was on about when Aiyana spoke up. It took
him a second to register the question, but when he did he finally
looked up from little Toryasu and towards the woman. He glanced
briefly at Akisu and Tori before turning his attention back to Aiyana
and nodding "I am not very good." he offered just to be sure.

"Got on Sagi, we've got Toryasu and Sakiana." Tori assured both Sagi
and Aiyana catching Akisu's agreeing nod from the corner or his eye.
It really was interesting how things went sometimes and this was just
one of them. Tori himself couldn't help hugging the twins extra tight
sometimes still worried at times that they would disappear if he let
them go. He knew it wasn't true but well some days it was just harder
to remember.

"Maybe they want to dance too?" Akisu added after a brief pause
knowing it shouldn't be too hard for him and Tori to just hold one of
the twins each and sort of just 'dance' with them. He didn't want them
to feel left out especially since this really was more of an adult
part of the gather typically with all the dancing.

*Kouga*

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Re: Gather Dance: I Know I Like Dancing With You ((Attn: Kinara, Melody, and Kiloka)

Rosiegirl
 

Kinara watched the interaction with Kiloka and Melody with a smile, glad her daughter had such a great Dad in her life. If Kinara had any inkling of the concern Kiloka had about Kinara trying to foster Melody's interest in runners, she'd have reassured him that she, of course, would want her daughter to be happy and choose her own path, even if it meant being a rider like she was. Kinara was just trying to show Melody, even with her at such a young age, that she had options...much more options than either laundry, kitchen, or struggling through candidacy like Kinara had had at Fort, and at the Harper Hall before being searched for Fort

Melody jumped up from her seat at the table at Kiloka's words, hardly even waiting for the jewelrycrafter to make his way toward her with his offered hand. When he *did* get around the table toward her and offer his hand, Melody grasped it without reservation and then giggled at Kiloka's complimentary words. She shook her head fast, her bright red curls that had escaped from the half-up half-down hair tie bouncing around the young girl's face, as she said with adorable exasperation "Daaad! You're just saying that." But despite the little girl's denial, she was delighted by his compliment. 

Having taken her Dad's hand, Melody bounced up and down in excitement as she wanted to hurry then out to the dance floor. But she knew her dad would lead her out there, and so she exercised that dreaded 'patience' that she'd been taught in the creche. 

On Fri, Jun 19, 2020 at 10:28 AM Kouga <hanjikouga@...> wrote:
>> Kinara and Melody had been having a blast during the Gather with Kiloka. Each day Kinara had arrived with Melody and Kiloka and made sure that the little girl had fun. They went by stalls and looked at all the pretty items on sale, but they spent more time visiting the runners that Melody had already shown interest in. The little girl loved looking at the 'pretty ponies', and so Kinara did her best to foster that interest hoping that her young daughter would find a path different from her own. As much as she loved her green lifemate, she wanted her baby girl to find her own much safer path to follow.

Now the trio were sitting at a table around the dancing floor, the end
of the Gather upon them after having enjoyed listening to each of the
Harper Open entries. Then the floor was open for dancing and was
flooded with couples. As the Harper called out it being Lady's Choice
on the dance, Kinara glanced over at Kiloka and was just about to ask
if he'd like to dance when Melody beat her to it.

"Daddy, won't you dance with me pretty please?" The little girl asked
hopefully, as Kinara just closed her mouth and smiled at the pair of
them. She did give Kiloka a small nod as if to say she'd be fine with
him on the dance floor.<<

Kiloka had had a great time spending the gather with his two favorite
girls, well favorite woman and favorite girl if he was honest. It had
been alot of time spent with the runners, which he knew what Kinara
was doing there, but somehow he didn't think it would work like she
hoped. Little Melody was going to be strong and independent if he had
any say in it, and while he understood wanting her to not be a rider
he wanted her to be able to make her own choice, but not just able to
do so, but willing to do so as well. He was going to make sure she had
the life she deserved and that her home of birth would never have
allowed her. That was his goal, well and of course for her to be
happy, he just hoped if she did decide to be a candidate when she got
big enough, that Kinara would be ok because that is one conversation
he could never pick a side on.

Pushing aside the thoughts of turns to come he returned to the moment
offering both his girls a smile as the latest song died down and the
Harper stood up to speak. He glanced over his shoulder and couldn't
help raising an eyebrow at the words at he turned back to Kinara and
Melody gaze lingering on his mate as he watched the look on her face
knowing she had something to know just from that. Before she could
speak though his attention was drawn to Melody and after catching the
nod from the corner of his eye offered the little girl a grin. "Of
course baby Girl." he agreed standing and moving around to her to
offer a hand "Everyone else will be so jealous because I will have the
prettiest girl out there to dance with."

ooc: well not the reply i lost last night to weird cranky mail, but
think it may be better

*Kouga*

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

Rosiegirl
 

Bronwynn smiled at her brother’s whistle and comments, then gave a mock look of horror and shake of her head at his words about her son growing up. She couldn’t even picture it! Smiling again as Z’rain mentioned he had all day, and the possibility of seeing Wysin later, Bronwynn finally dropped her hands and pulled all the way back from their embrace. 

 

At his hesitant reply, a quick look of concern flashed over her face before she could stop it. She was worried about him and what he’d been through at Fort, but she’d asked him several times to come to Arolos. Not just because then he’d be closer to her and be more involved in her and Wysin’s lives, but because Arolos had been so *good* for her that she hoped it would be good for Z’rain too. Sadly, he’d not wanted to transfer to Arolos the times she’d mentioned it...so she had learned to stop asking or hinting. She didn’t want to be a nag, and had just learned to accept and be happy with the visits she *did* get with him. 

 

At his last words, Wynn smiled wide and said “I’m *overjoyed* to see you! It’s been far too long. And of course I don’t want to get rid of you! If you want to, you could hang around the booth all day and we can catch up between customers. But, if you do want to go see some of the Gather sights instead, that’s fine too. And yes, Wysin would be so happy to see you. It would just make his day.” As Wynn said that last part, her smile faded slightly and she added in a more serious tone “And I’m really glad you’re...ok at Igen. You know I worry about how you’re doing.”



On Thu, Jun 18, 2020 at 6:18 AM Aaron <cobalt.knight@...> wrote:
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: A Candid Capture of Conversation (Tyne/Panagath)

Nutmeg
 

She had only been told by R'zzon some of the aspects of the nature of Panagath. Now she was experiencing his calm wisdom first hand. She was also starting to see a little more about how the blue fit with his Rider. It was something that always made a part of Tyne boggle, just how well it all seemed... to fit. She brushed it aside, adding it to the little pot of things she would think on later. Something to keep wandering thoughts busy.

"We can start whenever! I won some marks at the Gather - on the Arolos Cup and from the Harper Open. So I can use that to put into the pot." Yes, she possibly could have asked for a little monetary support from the Weyr, but... she felt a little awkward asking for sizeable amounts for repairs. And this way, she wasn't sitting on marks to burn. It had already taken a considerable amount of willpower not to take a wander past the Callamere stall at the Gather. "So, whenever you have some time to spare. I've already been in communication with the Woodcrafters so I can speak to them about arranging for the wood to be prepared for delivery. We will just need to visit the Stonecrafters at the Quarry and see what we can tempt them with." Hunching over her scrolls, more notes were jotted down in tiny, neat writing in a corner. 

On Sun, Jun 28, 2020 at 1:05 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
{{You are trusted more than you know. Remember to trust them, too. They are smarter than you think. They know things.}} This was something she'd have to work on for herself. He couldn't explain it--there was a collective pool of knowledge that a firelizard could dip into. As with people, some couldn't read as well as others. And because their little brains were alien, the transfer of thought didn't always come across coherently. But with time, Tyne might be able to access the pool. 

Dragons could, but it took effort to make sense of it, so they rarely tried. But, there were also some dragons attuned more to firelizards than others, making it easier to talk to them.

Or maybe it was proximity.

{{When do we start building?}}

On Sat, Jun 27, 2020 at 11:34 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
The rumble of laughter in the undertone of his mind-voice was infectious and Tyne found herself smiling all the more in return. It piqued Tyne's interest that he thought green and blueriders were better for her and for a split second, she almost wanted to ask why. But at the same time realised that it might unintentionally come across as a little snobbish. She trusted Panagath's judgement. That was good enough for her. 

His comment was unexpected and it took her a moment to think of a reply. "I really hope so, Panagath. I really do. If we have somewhere for them that they know is safe, maybe they won't need to cause bother in the main Infirmary where everyone is already so busy. This place can be safe for them. And for their owners." Her face went a little solemn as she looked up at them. "I mean... everyone likes firelizards. And so many people have them. This gives them a reason to be okay with me. To show them I'm safe too. If their firelizards trust me, maybe they'll trust me as well."

On Sat, Jun 27, 2020 at 2:59 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
{{I wouldn't have suggested it if I weren't okay with it,}} Panagath said, a hint of laughter in his mind-voice. {{I'll ask around. I have friends. R'zzon has friends. Mostly blue- and greenriders, which is better for you anyway.}} Now that Tyne was more comfortable speaking with him, he was downright chatty. And the amount of information that he held would have amazed people who thought dragons weren't intelligent. Sure, his memory could be spotty, but he had places he could pull from: other dragons, people he'd interacted with before, R'zzon. Telepathy meant a whole large library that could be riffled through, if one knew how. But, one also had to know what they were looking for.

{{What you're doing for the tiny ones is good. They need their own place.}}

On Sat, Jun 27, 2020 at 5:22 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
"We can find out!" Tyne had exclaimed, only to look a little sheepish almost immediately after. "I don't want you doing anything you're not okay with. Perhaps... we could go at some point? See what the Stonecrafters say?" Her voice was tentative, like a child cautiously asking if they had done well. "Maybe you could quietly ask some others that you know? See who might be willing to help. A bit of dragon-strength will definitely make things easier - and quicker. I don't want you feeling like you have to do everything and tiring yourself out too much." 

She seemed suddenly shy, as though the prospect of asking other dragons approached some invisible line of protocol that she wasn't sure she was allowed to cross. That it might seem rude or worse, unacceptable. The irony wasn't lost upon her. Not when not too many turns ago she would have issued an instruction without hesitation and with the silent expectation that it would be followed without question.

The more that Panagath gently inserted his voice into her thoughts, the less overwhelming it got. More to the point, it was giving her time to process the sensation's location and pinpoint it as the space where "other dragons" came from. The space they temporarily borrowed. It didn't cross the boundaries into the vast, gaping maw that wasn't theirs to take. Yes, that splinter of aching hurt still throbbed quietly beneath it but it was duller, less like a hot knife and more like the niggling discomfort of a bruise. She could live with bruises. No, not every voice could be accepted. She knew that. But maybe a few. 

On Fri, Jun 26, 2020 at 11:37 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
{{Yes. There are broken pavers at the quarries that no one wants. You can probably get them cheap. Or," he rumbled, a chuckle if anyone ever heard one, "trade my services to them for a set amount of time, and get them for nothing. Others might help too. Not all dragons dislike the MiniKin.}}

On Fri, Jun 26, 2020 at 1:23 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
As the massive head came down, for a second she was surrounded in warmth and the spicy smell of hide that hit a part of her emotions that she would never be able to share with anything else. Even the firelizards had their own space. But the sensation of being enveloped, that was what she missed. Tyne clung to it, storing it away in the piece of her that she was carefully and deliberately filling up with "good things" - things she could summon when she needed them the most.

"Shore..... up..." Tyne mumbled as she carefully wrote down a note on the schematics with a stub of charcoal that seemed to live in her pocket. "Okay, I'll need to find someone who can do that. I'll probably make a mess..." she giggled a little, as though sharing some silly joke. "Oh! A path! That would make sense - then people can come up more easily! Plus it will make it obvious that it leads somewhere." She paused, as if pulling out a memory. "I think the firelizards mentioned stone... Was that you telling them?"

On Fri, Jun 26, 2020 at 5:57 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
If anyone were to think dragons didn't feel emotion, all they needed to do was watch Tyne and Panagath. Gently he swivelled his head down so it was barely touching her, and he pressed ever so gently against her side. Then, he drew it back and thought about her question.

{{There's that one fault that the MiniKin found,}} he said. {{That needs to be shored up. Then, the path to the weyr. It will rain. A stone path will help keep the inside cleaner, so that should be next.}}



On Fri, Jun 26, 2020 at 12:36 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
She waited patiently for the answer he might give her. When it finally came, Tyne was lost for words. How was it that a dragon understood so well? And to think she had been so afraid that they wouldn't. Or couldn't. So many times she had questioned whether staying in the Weyr was the right thing to do, not just for herself but for everyone else too. Whether it would be better to lock herself away where she couldn't hurt anyone else ever again. Times like this, just as the firelizards had, that this had been the right place to stay.

For several long moments she didn't speak. Tyne didn't trust herself to. The truth was, she didn't have to. Not when she had twelve pairs of psychic ears who did it for her, quietly and almost solemnly conveying the sensation of the huge swell of emotion that had filled her heart, an emotion that was so much a myriad that there was no singular name for it. Gladness, gratitude, pure and unadulterated relief all mixed together in a shapeless mass. As though moving through water, her hand moved, lifting slightly and slowly to press onto the forelimb that was nearest to her. This time it didn't shimmer and blur into gold, it stayed a deep and dark shade of blue.

When finally she trusted herself to look deep into that whirling blue gaze, there was a suspicious hint of wetness to the corner of her eyes but the warmest of smiles pulling her lips upward. "So after I've put on these doors, what do you think might be good to start with?" 

On Fri, Jun 26, 2020 at 3:18 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
When Tyne asked him how he knew, Panagath wasn't sure how to put it into words. He wanted to be gentle, but as he studied her, he realized the explanation was simple.

{{Part of you is already between. If you get taken between, the rest can easily follow. And will endanger whoever you're with.}} This may have been one of the longest sentences Panagath had ever said to Tyne, and as if saying it gave him carte blanche, he continued.

{{You're safe with me. Don't let anyone take you there. I'll take you wherever you want to go.}}

On Wed, Jun 24, 2020 at 4:14 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
"That was my thinking, get the doors up first and then we can start encouraging the firelizards to want to be there when it's safe and closed off. Get them used to the place." She knew it wouldn't be hard for either herself or Bobbin (or the others) to spread the idea that it was where they needed to go if they needed somewhere safe or had injuries. Panagath's next words made her look up with a ripple of surprise that caused a couple of the firelizards to rustle in reflection.

"How did you know that?" Genuine surprise tinged her features as Tyne looked up to the blue. R'zzon had never seen the steps necessary for her to travel Between, had only been told that she couldn't do it conscious but had never seen it because he had always respected the need to fly straight. Yes, she supposed that Panagath could have picked up on an element like that but... but it didn't feel like that. Didn't feel that he was just picking up on the memories of conversations. It was hard to explain the way Between made her feel. It was a different feel to the paralysing fear that tried to creep up her arms and legs, rooting her into place, a deep and terrifying fear of the icy cold and at the same time, an intoxicating whisper that tried to wrap thorny fingers into her that a significant part of her wanted to shy away from.

From his vantage point a short distance away, Fenlyn continued to sketch rapidly. But he had already got something in mind for what he was going to present to Tyne. He didn't think she even realised the irony of sorts, that out of all the moments she had already given him that day, what was sitting right in front of him was probably about as candid and intimate as it could get. And there was nothing contrived about it. The image of a woman deep in animated conversation with a dragon that wasn't even hers. It was bittersweet.

On Wed, Jun 24, 2020 at 6:19 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
{{I can do that. Give the MiniKins their new place faster,}} Panagath said. It wouldn't take much for him to between several loads of wood.  But...

{{Send others. You shouldn't go between.}} He could fly her straight there, and straight back if she wanted to supervise, but he wouldn't take her between. It was too dangerous. It would be too easy for her to get lost between, and she could easily take others with her.

On Fri, Jun 19, 2020 at 7:47 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
His voice felt strange. But a moment to settle herself made her realise that it felt strange because it wasn't coming from where she was expecting it to. Was that why it caught her off kilter? It was like expecting to hear someone from one side of the room but instead their voice seemed to come from a totally different direction. Was that why it made her feel, quite literally, caught off balance and disorientated?

"Well they're nowhere yet, I still need to have them built." She had been holding off because she knew they would be expensive. But the Gather had unexpectedly helped with that. "But the best wood to do that needs to be brought in. It doesn't come from directly around Arolos." She glanced up at the blue, a small and worried expression flickering about her face. "I was hoping I might be able to convince you to help with that. It would be faster with a dragon rather than getting it shipped. With the doors in place, I can keep the rest of the room safe whilst I work on fixing it up. Stop all the bad weather coming in."

On Thu, Jun 18, 2020 at 3:30 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
{{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)

Nutmeg
 

Mendl's response was as flirtatious and coquettish a giggle as could have been heard from a dragon, shaking her wings and taking off with a powerful jump of speed once the pair of Dragonhealers were safely on the ground. Oh, she had places to go all right, and a bronze to woo.

"I could eat Gather food until I had exploded. And I'd probably still want to keep going!" Dytha had answered with a grin, taking in the familiar smells with a happy sigh. What was it about Gather food that was just... practically addictive? "I was lucky and got to walk the Gather the first day, so you can pick whichever stall looks good to you."

OoC: I Googled them! Not something we have here but now I want them :P

On Sun, Jun 28, 2020 at 1:12 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
"Thank you, Ponth," Mendl said, stroking her neck. "You enjoy that man of yours."

She studied the gaily waving flags of the Gather, smelled the scents from different food carts, compartmentalizing them into "visit later" and "thank you, no". Though she had missed the morning meal.

"Want to grab a small bite to eat? Maybe a flit-wing-I love those sprinkled with cinnamon and sugar."

(OOC: Not sure if you have them, but we have this fair staple called 'elephant ears' which is basically fried dough, covered in cinnamon and sugar, or powdered sugar. From the name, you can guess they're pretty big and flat.)

On Sat, Jun 27, 2020 at 10:42 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
The green fidgeted slightly as she settled under the different weight. Dytha waited until Mendl was in place before she climbed up, grateful for the thousandth time for Ponth's small size.It took only a moment of practised ease to settle them both in place. "You ready?" Dytha had asked, her face uncharacteristically soft with a smile. She barely got the words out before the green shifted, muscles bunching up as she took a huge leap upward into the air. "Hang on tight!" Dytha called over her shoulder, giving Ponth a mental nudge to keep herself in check. No barrel-rolls today please.

It seemed to take only a blink of an eye before the Gather flags were in sight at the Hold and the green was coming in to land. She came down with surprising lightness on her feet, dropping down immediately for the pair to hop down. (( Have a wonderful time with Mine, Mend-a-lee, )) she had murmured softly to the other girl. (( You shall have lots of fun. )).

On Sat, Jun 27, 2020 at 2:50 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Mendl laughed. "Thank you, Ponth," she said as she climbed aboard the dragon. Just talking to the green had brightened her day considerably; her worry about dud eggs and barely-alive dragonets sluicing off of her like water. Today was going to be a good day.



On Sat, Jun 27, 2020 at 5:12 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
The hug was unexpected but after a second, Ponth had let out a humming chirrup of pleasure, inspecting Mendl carefully as she huffed hot, spicy dragonbreath at her. The compliment to her scent caused the dark coloured green to rumble, the sound light in pitch but edged in harmonious chords that only seemed to amplify her pleasure. (( Then I shall *always call you Mend-a-lee! )) she declared proudly, butting Dytha fondly as she approached. (( I smell so wonderful! Mine has promised to find me more pretty smelling oils! I feel... so green! )) It was probably the closest equivalent she could think of to describe herself as "girly" but it was clear that the additional little bits of femininity - such as a lightly scented oiled - greatly appealed to the girly aspects of her nature, likely the same one that insisted that her talons be painted. Today they were a light pastel pink.

Mendl's comment made Dytha smile broadly, "She definitely has her moments. Sure, she can be ditsy at times but then other times she'll say something and I'm like "where in the world did that come from?!" - She's been amazing these past few weeks with Ilexeth. I know she took some of the information from me about it all, but still. It was impressive to actually see."

(( It was important. )) Was all Ponth said, Mendl included, as she nosed at Dytha for attention was freely given, hands rubbing her muzzle gently.

"Do you think you could give us a hop to the Gather? Then you can come back and do whatever you like." Dytha asked, verbalising outloud to include Mendl in the conversation. Ponth was already squatting herself down before the words were even out of Dytha's mouth, a shoulder dropped slightly as though in silent invitation. She didn't need to full crouch as the 8th Pass dragons did, or extend a forearm. Instead, it was akin to a bending of the knees, lowering down on her limbs much in the way a feline did.

(( I can and I shall. But I have important snuggling to do, so I shall come back here afterwards. You shall call for me later. )) The imperious "instructions" were amusing in her soft, lilting tones that projected to both of them. (( Mend-a-lee first! ))

On Fri, Jun 26, 2020 at 11:33 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Mendl stared at Ponth for a moment, as her name was mispronounced. Then she ran over and hugged the dragon. "Ponth! I love what you just called me! Mendalee is so pretty! And you smell really good."

She stepped back, grinning at the dragon. No one had ever called her anything other than "Mendl" before, and she'd never known what she could change it to. "Menny" sounded demeaning, though her own name sounded like a task for the Tailorcraft.

"You've got a smart one here, Dytha!" she said.

On Fri, Jun 26, 2020 at 1:17 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
"I very much get the impression that it's about the level of work you put into the training. Train them right and the good behaviour follows - like when you see those folks with the canines they've trained specifically for working. They know what they have been trained they can and can't do." As they rounded the last corner and Mendl complimented the green, Dytha couldn't hide the small smile of pride. "Just wait until you smell her. She's obsessed with this floral smelling oil she was given by that bronze I told you about. Now won't let me use anything else, the beast!"

There was nothing but teasing in her words as Ponth shuffled to them, her small body wriggling with delight at the sight of her Rider. She let loose a short toot of greeting at Mendl, peering at her closely. 

(( Mend-a-lee! I haven't seen you with Mine for *ages*! ))

Clearly she had also forgotten how to pronounce the other Dragonhealer's name as well, but knowing Ponth, the nickname would probably stick.

On Fri, Jun 26, 2020 at 6:08 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
"Yeah. And, if I were to get a wher, Eyesis would eventually get over it," Mendl said. "She doesn't like whers because there are a couple around here who eat them. And she stays away from Foreth because, well, same. But I'm sure I could train a wher to not attack anything that moves."  They left the corridor and came out into full sunlight, where Ponth was waiting.

"Wow, she's really looking good today," Mendl said. "I don't think I've actually seen her in a while."

On Fri, Jun 26, 2020 at 12:42 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Dytha nodded in acknowledgement. "I've contemplated one at times, Ponth's so small - sometimes she doesn't seem all that fearsome. And although we're technically safe wandering around in the dark? I don't know, sometimes it might be nice to have something a bit more... growly." They were coming towards the end of the short tunnel down to the Weyrbowl. "Besides, you've been sensible and have got a plan. That's better than putting all your wherries in one pot. It's practical."

On Fri, Jun 26, 2020 at 3:11 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Mendl echoed Dytha's shudder. "Yeah, I remember hearing that too. Thank Faranth I wasn't here then. It may have put me off of DragonHealing for good." She sighed heavily. 

"I love what we do here. I'm not even worried about Impression. I mean, I'll Stand until I age out, just in case I'm the best match for a dragon, but if I never Impress, I've got Eyesis. And maybe I'll get a wher."

At that comment, Eyesis shrieked and went between.

"Or not."

On Thu, Jun 18, 2020 at 5:20 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
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: GATHER: Shopping is Good for the Soul (Attn: Dytha, Mendl)

Laurie
 

"Thank you, Ponth," Mendl said, stroking her neck. "You enjoy that man of yours."

She studied the gaily waving flags of the Gather, smelled the scents from different food carts, compartmentalizing them into "visit later" and "thank you, no". Though she had missed the morning meal.

"Want to grab a small bite to eat? Maybe a flit-wing-I love those sprinkled with cinnamon and sugar."

(OOC: Not sure if you have them, but we have this fair staple called 'elephant ears' which is basically fried dough, covered in cinnamon and sugar, or powdered sugar. From the name, you can guess they're pretty big and flat.)

On Sat, Jun 27, 2020 at 10:42 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
The green fidgeted slightly as she settled under the different weight. Dytha waited until Mendl was in place before she climbed up, grateful for the thousandth time for Ponth's small size.It took only a moment of practised ease to settle them both in place. "You ready?" Dytha had asked, her face uncharacteristically soft with a smile. She barely got the words out before the green shifted, muscles bunching up as she took a huge leap upward into the air. "Hang on tight!" Dytha called over her shoulder, giving Ponth a mental nudge to keep herself in check. No barrel-rolls today please.

It seemed to take only a blink of an eye before the Gather flags were in sight at the Hold and the green was coming in to land. She came down with surprising lightness on her feet, dropping down immediately for the pair to hop down. (( Have a wonderful time with Mine, Mend-a-lee, )) she had murmured softly to the other girl. (( You shall have lots of fun. )).

On Sat, Jun 27, 2020 at 2:50 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Mendl laughed. "Thank you, Ponth," she said as she climbed aboard the dragon. Just talking to the green had brightened her day considerably; her worry about dud eggs and barely-alive dragonets sluicing off of her like water. Today was going to be a good day.



On Sat, Jun 27, 2020 at 5:12 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
The hug was unexpected but after a second, Ponth had let out a humming chirrup of pleasure, inspecting Mendl carefully as she huffed hot, spicy dragonbreath at her. The compliment to her scent caused the dark coloured green to rumble, the sound light in pitch but edged in harmonious chords that only seemed to amplify her pleasure. (( Then I shall *always call you Mend-a-lee! )) she declared proudly, butting Dytha fondly as she approached. (( I smell so wonderful! Mine has promised to find me more pretty smelling oils! I feel... so green! )) It was probably the closest equivalent she could think of to describe herself as "girly" but it was clear that the additional little bits of femininity - such as a lightly scented oiled - greatly appealed to the girly aspects of her nature, likely the same one that insisted that her talons be painted. Today they were a light pastel pink.

Mendl's comment made Dytha smile broadly, "She definitely has her moments. Sure, she can be ditsy at times but then other times she'll say something and I'm like "where in the world did that come from?!" - She's been amazing these past few weeks with Ilexeth. I know she took some of the information from me about it all, but still. It was impressive to actually see."

(( It was important. )) Was all Ponth said, Mendl included, as she nosed at Dytha for attention was freely given, hands rubbing her muzzle gently.

"Do you think you could give us a hop to the Gather? Then you can come back and do whatever you like." Dytha asked, verbalising outloud to include Mendl in the conversation. Ponth was already squatting herself down before the words were even out of Dytha's mouth, a shoulder dropped slightly as though in silent invitation. She didn't need to full crouch as the 8th Pass dragons did, or extend a forearm. Instead, it was akin to a bending of the knees, lowering down on her limbs much in the way a feline did.

(( I can and I shall. But I have important snuggling to do, so I shall come back here afterwards. You shall call for me later. )) The imperious "instructions" were amusing in her soft, lilting tones that projected to both of them. (( Mend-a-lee first! ))

On Fri, Jun 26, 2020 at 11:33 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Mendl stared at Ponth for a moment, as her name was mispronounced. Then she ran over and hugged the dragon. "Ponth! I love what you just called me! Mendalee is so pretty! And you smell really good."

She stepped back, grinning at the dragon. No one had ever called her anything other than "Mendl" before, and she'd never known what she could change it to. "Menny" sounded demeaning, though her own name sounded like a task for the Tailorcraft.

"You've got a smart one here, Dytha!" she said.

On Fri, Jun 26, 2020 at 1:17 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
"I very much get the impression that it's about the level of work you put into the training. Train them right and the good behaviour follows - like when you see those folks with the canines they've trained specifically for working. They know what they have been trained they can and can't do." As they rounded the last corner and Mendl complimented the green, Dytha couldn't hide the small smile of pride. "Just wait until you smell her. She's obsessed with this floral smelling oil she was given by that bronze I told you about. Now won't let me use anything else, the beast!"

There was nothing but teasing in her words as Ponth shuffled to them, her small body wriggling with delight at the sight of her Rider. She let loose a short toot of greeting at Mendl, peering at her closely. 

(( Mend-a-lee! I haven't seen you with Mine for *ages*! ))

Clearly she had also forgotten how to pronounce the other Dragonhealer's name as well, but knowing Ponth, the nickname would probably stick.

On Fri, Jun 26, 2020 at 6:08 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
"Yeah. And, if I were to get a wher, Eyesis would eventually get over it," Mendl said. "She doesn't like whers because there are a couple around here who eat them. And she stays away from Foreth because, well, same. But I'm sure I could train a wher to not attack anything that moves."  They left the corridor and came out into full sunlight, where Ponth was waiting.

"Wow, she's really looking good today," Mendl said. "I don't think I've actually seen her in a while."

On Fri, Jun 26, 2020 at 12:42 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Dytha nodded in acknowledgement. "I've contemplated one at times, Ponth's so small - sometimes she doesn't seem all that fearsome. And although we're technically safe wandering around in the dark? I don't know, sometimes it might be nice to have something a bit more... growly." They were coming towards the end of the short tunnel down to the Weyrbowl. "Besides, you've been sensible and have got a plan. That's better than putting all your wherries in one pot. It's practical."

On Fri, Jun 26, 2020 at 3:11 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Mendl echoed Dytha's shudder. "Yeah, I remember hearing that too. Thank Faranth I wasn't here then. It may have put me off of DragonHealing for good." She sighed heavily. 

"I love what we do here. I'm not even worried about Impression. I mean, I'll Stand until I age out, just in case I'm the best match for a dragon, but if I never Impress, I've got Eyesis. And maybe I'll get a wher."

At that comment, Eyesis shrieked and went between.

"Or not."

On Thu, Jun 18, 2020 at 5:20 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
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:
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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: A Candid Capture of Conversation (Tyne/Panagath)

Laurie
 

{{You are trusted more than you know. Remember to trust them, too. They are smarter than you think. They know things.}} This was something she'd have to work on for herself. He couldn't explain it--there was a collective pool of knowledge that a firelizard could dip into. As with people, some couldn't read as well as others. And because their little brains were alien, the transfer of thought didn't always come across coherently. But with time, Tyne might be able to access the pool. 

Dragons could, but it took effort to make sense of it, so they rarely tried. But, there were also some dragons attuned more to firelizards than others, making it easier to talk to them.

Or maybe it was proximity.

{{When do we start building?}}

On Sat, Jun 27, 2020 at 11:34 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
The rumble of laughter in the undertone of his mind-voice was infectious and Tyne found herself smiling all the more in return. It piqued Tyne's interest that he thought green and blueriders were better for her and for a split second, she almost wanted to ask why. But at the same time realised that it might unintentionally come across as a little snobbish. She trusted Panagath's judgement. That was good enough for her. 

His comment was unexpected and it took her a moment to think of a reply. "I really hope so, Panagath. I really do. If we have somewhere for them that they know is safe, maybe they won't need to cause bother in the main Infirmary where everyone is already so busy. This place can be safe for them. And for their owners." Her face went a little solemn as she looked up at them. "I mean... everyone likes firelizards. And so many people have them. This gives them a reason to be okay with me. To show them I'm safe too. If their firelizards trust me, maybe they'll trust me as well."

On Sat, Jun 27, 2020 at 2:59 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
{{I wouldn't have suggested it if I weren't okay with it,}} Panagath said, a hint of laughter in his mind-voice. {{I'll ask around. I have friends. R'zzon has friends. Mostly blue- and greenriders, which is better for you anyway.}} Now that Tyne was more comfortable speaking with him, he was downright chatty. And the amount of information that he held would have amazed people who thought dragons weren't intelligent. Sure, his memory could be spotty, but he had places he could pull from: other dragons, people he'd interacted with before, R'zzon. Telepathy meant a whole large library that could be riffled through, if one knew how. But, one also had to know what they were looking for.

{{What you're doing for the tiny ones is good. They need their own place.}}

On Sat, Jun 27, 2020 at 5:22 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
"We can find out!" Tyne had exclaimed, only to look a little sheepish almost immediately after. "I don't want you doing anything you're not okay with. Perhaps... we could go at some point? See what the Stonecrafters say?" Her voice was tentative, like a child cautiously asking if they had done well. "Maybe you could quietly ask some others that you know? See who might be willing to help. A bit of dragon-strength will definitely make things easier - and quicker. I don't want you feeling like you have to do everything and tiring yourself out too much." 

She seemed suddenly shy, as though the prospect of asking other dragons approached some invisible line of protocol that she wasn't sure she was allowed to cross. That it might seem rude or worse, unacceptable. The irony wasn't lost upon her. Not when not too many turns ago she would have issued an instruction without hesitation and with the silent expectation that it would be followed without question.

The more that Panagath gently inserted his voice into her thoughts, the less overwhelming it got. More to the point, it was giving her time to process the sensation's location and pinpoint it as the space where "other dragons" came from. The space they temporarily borrowed. It didn't cross the boundaries into the vast, gaping maw that wasn't theirs to take. Yes, that splinter of aching hurt still throbbed quietly beneath it but it was duller, less like a hot knife and more like the niggling discomfort of a bruise. She could live with bruises. No, not every voice could be accepted. She knew that. But maybe a few. 

On Fri, Jun 26, 2020 at 11:37 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
{{Yes. There are broken pavers at the quarries that no one wants. You can probably get them cheap. Or," he rumbled, a chuckle if anyone ever heard one, "trade my services to them for a set amount of time, and get them for nothing. Others might help too. Not all dragons dislike the MiniKin.}}

On Fri, Jun 26, 2020 at 1:23 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
As the massive head came down, for a second she was surrounded in warmth and the spicy smell of hide that hit a part of her emotions that she would never be able to share with anything else. Even the firelizards had their own space. But the sensation of being enveloped, that was what she missed. Tyne clung to it, storing it away in the piece of her that she was carefully and deliberately filling up with "good things" - things she could summon when she needed them the most.

"Shore..... up..." Tyne mumbled as she carefully wrote down a note on the schematics with a stub of charcoal that seemed to live in her pocket. "Okay, I'll need to find someone who can do that. I'll probably make a mess..." she giggled a little, as though sharing some silly joke. "Oh! A path! That would make sense - then people can come up more easily! Plus it will make it obvious that it leads somewhere." She paused, as if pulling out a memory. "I think the firelizards mentioned stone... Was that you telling them?"

On Fri, Jun 26, 2020 at 5:57 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
If anyone were to think dragons didn't feel emotion, all they needed to do was watch Tyne and Panagath. Gently he swivelled his head down so it was barely touching her, and he pressed ever so gently against her side. Then, he drew it back and thought about her question.

{{There's that one fault that the MiniKin found,}} he said. {{That needs to be shored up. Then, the path to the weyr. It will rain. A stone path will help keep the inside cleaner, so that should be next.}}



On Fri, Jun 26, 2020 at 12:36 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
She waited patiently for the answer he might give her. When it finally came, Tyne was lost for words. How was it that a dragon understood so well? And to think she had been so afraid that they wouldn't. Or couldn't. So many times she had questioned whether staying in the Weyr was the right thing to do, not just for herself but for everyone else too. Whether it would be better to lock herself away where she couldn't hurt anyone else ever again. Times like this, just as the firelizards had, that this had been the right place to stay.

For several long moments she didn't speak. Tyne didn't trust herself to. The truth was, she didn't have to. Not when she had twelve pairs of psychic ears who did it for her, quietly and almost solemnly conveying the sensation of the huge swell of emotion that had filled her heart, an emotion that was so much a myriad that there was no singular name for it. Gladness, gratitude, pure and unadulterated relief all mixed together in a shapeless mass. As though moving through water, her hand moved, lifting slightly and slowly to press onto the forelimb that was nearest to her. This time it didn't shimmer and blur into gold, it stayed a deep and dark shade of blue.

When finally she trusted herself to look deep into that whirling blue gaze, there was a suspicious hint of wetness to the corner of her eyes but the warmest of smiles pulling her lips upward. "So after I've put on these doors, what do you think might be good to start with?" 

On Fri, Jun 26, 2020 at 3:18 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
When Tyne asked him how he knew, Panagath wasn't sure how to put it into words. He wanted to be gentle, but as he studied her, he realized the explanation was simple.

{{Part of you is already between. If you get taken between, the rest can easily follow. And will endanger whoever you're with.}} This may have been one of the longest sentences Panagath had ever said to Tyne, and as if saying it gave him carte blanche, he continued.

{{You're safe with me. Don't let anyone take you there. I'll take you wherever you want to go.}}

On Wed, Jun 24, 2020 at 4:14 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
"That was my thinking, get the doors up first and then we can start encouraging the firelizards to want to be there when it's safe and closed off. Get them used to the place." She knew it wouldn't be hard for either herself or Bobbin (or the others) to spread the idea that it was where they needed to go if they needed somewhere safe or had injuries. Panagath's next words made her look up with a ripple of surprise that caused a couple of the firelizards to rustle in reflection.

"How did you know that?" Genuine surprise tinged her features as Tyne looked up to the blue. R'zzon had never seen the steps necessary for her to travel Between, had only been told that she couldn't do it conscious but had never seen it because he had always respected the need to fly straight. Yes, she supposed that Panagath could have picked up on an element like that but... but it didn't feel like that. Didn't feel that he was just picking up on the memories of conversations. It was hard to explain the way Between made her feel. It was a different feel to the paralysing fear that tried to creep up her arms and legs, rooting her into place, a deep and terrifying fear of the icy cold and at the same time, an intoxicating whisper that tried to wrap thorny fingers into her that a significant part of her wanted to shy away from.

From his vantage point a short distance away, Fenlyn continued to sketch rapidly. But he had already got something in mind for what he was going to present to Tyne. He didn't think she even realised the irony of sorts, that out of all the moments she had already given him that day, what was sitting right in front of him was probably about as candid and intimate as it could get. And there was nothing contrived about it. The image of a woman deep in animated conversation with a dragon that wasn't even hers. It was bittersweet.

On Wed, Jun 24, 2020 at 6:19 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
{{I can do that. Give the MiniKins their new place faster,}} Panagath said. It wouldn't take much for him to between several loads of wood.  But...

{{Send others. You shouldn't go between.}} He could fly her straight there, and straight back if she wanted to supervise, but he wouldn't take her between. It was too dangerous. It would be too easy for her to get lost between, and she could easily take others with her.

On Fri, Jun 19, 2020 at 7:47 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
His voice felt strange. But a moment to settle herself made her realise that it felt strange because it wasn't coming from where she was expecting it to. Was that why it caught her off kilter? It was like expecting to hear someone from one side of the room but instead their voice seemed to come from a totally different direction. Was that why it made her feel, quite literally, caught off balance and disorientated?

"Well they're nowhere yet, I still need to have them built." She had been holding off because she knew they would be expensive. But the Gather had unexpectedly helped with that. "But the best wood to do that needs to be brought in. It doesn't come from directly around Arolos." She glanced up at the blue, a small and worried expression flickering about her face. "I was hoping I might be able to convince you to help with that. It would be faster with a dragon rather than getting it shipped. With the doors in place, I can keep the rest of the room safe whilst I work on fixing it up. Stop all the bad weather coming in."

On Thu, Jun 18, 2020 at 3:30 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
{{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: Faranth Save the Queen (T'eko, Kassia)

Ren
 

"Well, Weyrwoman, thank you," T'eko nodded in gratitude for her acknowledgement. "I... heard about the Gather dance. It was terrifying to think that you'd been hurt. What of that woman who was attacked, or that bronzerider with the knife?"

{Note, T'eko no hurt Kas,} the blue wher promised. {T'eko like Kas yes. Note gud boy, no hurt.}
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Re: GATHER: Violins and Tambourines ((Attn: Elowyn/Wycker, Delysia)) #Gather

 

Elowyn smiled graciously at the gold rider's apology, shaking her head as if to dismiss her concern. "No harm done," she lied lightly, as there had been some bruises to her ribs and her pride. "And no hard feelings, I assure you. Part of me wishes she had been right when she dropped me on the Sands, but ah, a rider's life is not to be mine." An embarassing wistful quality colored her tone. Perhaps it was because she felt a strange connection to Delysia thanks to the eventful Hatching, but this was an admission she had given no one else. 

Equally glad to change the subject, Elowyn cleared her throat before answering the question. "Oh, certainly. It would be my pleasure," she smiled and plucked one of the flutes off the table. "I'm always glad to meet riders interested in music. I find that most folks underestimate the range of a whistle like this one." Putting the mouthpiece to her lips, Elowyn blew a few quick notes in a scale before launching into a lively jig. Rather than tinny, the sound was warm and rich, smooth by the effort of her diaphragm control. 

On Sat, Jun 20, 2020, 11:04 AM <mglady3@...> wrote:
The unexpected reaction to a very rote introduction gave Delysia pause and made her take a harder look at the harper Journeywoman. The was the comment on grip that allowed her to finally place it. "You were one of the visitors that Razelth, ah, chose to relocate. I do apologize for her high handedness, and hope that you'd be willing to forgive a mother's very natural anxiety over her child." She replied smoothly.

{{I don't apologize.}} Razelth huffed in Delysia's head. {{I had to help dear Feegith, and I did.}}

[[Oh hush you.]] Delysia reprimanded silently, though not with any real fervor. 

Delysia was very happy to turn the conversation back to the instruments. "I play the gitar and some harp. I've never learned how to play the flute but would like to." Though given the constraints on her time, that was more wistful thinking than anything else.She gestured towards the flutes. "Do you mind demonstrating the tones of these instruments so that I can hear them?"


On Sat, Jun 13, 2020 at 6:27 PM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
"...Razelth?" Elowyn repeated the dragon's name as recognition dawned on her face tinged by what seemed almost like fear in her eyes. She swallowed, regaining her composure with the same practiced ease that let her shove the memory of being plucked from the Stands by a frenzied gold dragon into the back of her mind. "She's got a good grip, that one. Ah, no, they're not," she transitioned to the subject of flutes. "You would be surprised by what gets shoved into a crate and ignored for a few decades." A smile flashed on her features. "Do you play?"

If Toki was disappointed by failing to win Aoede's attention, it wasn't readily apparent. Eager to please a gold though he was, the little bronze was just as easily distracted by the jewelry on passing Gather-goers. Elowyn hadn't missed the flit's interest in the instruments and commented with a laugh, "She has your good taste, it seems!"

On Sat, Jun 13, 2020, 10:04 AM <mglady3@...> wrote:
"Delysia, rider to golden Razelth." Delysia introduced herself when prompted. She surveyed the instruments, starting with and focusing first on the row of beautifully carved flutes. "Is this your work?" She asked.

Aoede greeted Toki's arrival with cool chirp and a flutter of her wings - the gracious queen acknowledging but not encouraging her supplicant. Strangely enough, or maybe not for those who knew Aoede, her attention too seemed to be focussed on the instruments on display. Her eyes whirled with bright curiosity as she gazed down at them.


On Sat, Jun 6, 2020 at 1:20 PM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
Elowyn smiled broadly to see the woman approach, recognizing the goldrider knots on her shoulder more than the unfamiliar face. "It is, indeed! And good afternoon to you as well, you honor me with your presence, ..." she laid the praise on thick, ever the showman, and paused to let Delysia supply her name. She knew the Weyr had three goldriders; better to wait than assume the wrong one stood before her. 

The queen on her shoulder drew blue eyes, and no sooner had she opened her mouth to greet the shiny firelizard than her own bronze popped into existence. Toki dove down from the air, winging in a wide circle around the two newcomers. He trilled emphatically, fluttering out of reach. 

"Hello, pretty girl," Elowyn cooed to the gold before pinning her firelizard with a glare as he went about his antics. "Don't mind him. He's harmless. Stupid, but harmless." 

Toki didn't seem to care, windmilling through the air in hopes of catching the shiny's attention.

On Thu, Jun 4, 2020, 5:50 PM <mglady3@...> wrote:

Delysia simply could not walk past an instrument stall without taking the opportunity to browse. So what if she already owned more instruments than she could conceivably learn to play in her near non-existent free time. Sometimes there was pleasure to be had merely in the ownership of a thing.

"Good afternoon." She greeted the harper on duty. "Journeywoman Elowyn, isn't it?" Despite no longer being a harper, Delysia still visited Harper Haven quite often, and knew most of the Masters and Journeymen on sight.

The small firelizard queen perched on her right shoulder also fluttered her wings in greeting. This was more acknowledgement than a human usually received, but Aoede has always had a soft spot for harpers.

On Sun, May 31, 2020 at 4:15 PM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
The second day of the Gather had arrived and Elowyn was prepared to do business. She arrived early to setup the table, a simple blanket spread across it on which to feature the wares without stealing attention from them. With the help of the Candidate who has so graciously been willing to assist, they arranged an eclectic variety of instruments for sale. The Haven had been willing to part with a small portion of the profits as compensation for manning the booth, once she had stormed the right office brandishing her cast, anyway. Though she was prepared to haggle if necessary, the Harper fully intended to be rid of these instruments even if it meant giving them away. 
 
First, arrayed side-by-side were a group of simple wooden flutes best suited for all experience levels. Crafted individually by some journeyman's hand, each flute was unique and will only gain character and depth of tone with age. Hard, dark timber was somewhat difficult to carve, but allowed the instrument to produce a warm, mellow sound. 
 
Next up, a collection of small drums and a pair of smooth-sanded sticks that matched each. The drums themselves were nothing special, stretched hide of varying quality, likely the result of apprentices learning the process. These were brightly painted children's toys and practice instruments, able to take a beating. They stood arrayed in a line around the table and in stacks on either side, numerous.
 
Two metal-strung lap harps, both fairly nice items with artistic renditions of a faire of firelizard carved into the wood, sat side by side atop the table beside the flutes. An additional coil of woven strings lay next to them, replacements for any that might snap in time. 
 
Lastly one lone tambourine had been propped up at an angle against a drum, highlighting the unusual instrument and its tiny metal cymbals. 
 
The Harper absently strummed one of the harps on display, wearing an eye-catching blue blouse with a plunging neckline and a smile for anyone who looked their way. "Step up!" She beckoned, "Take a look, see what strikes your fancy!" Other boxes stacked behind the table suggested there was more where these instrument came from.
 
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#heatwave Heated Mood (attn: any) #heatwave

Mya L. R.
 

Lunch was a welcome reprieve from the light beating down onto the Weyr.  It didn't improve the expression on the greenrider's face as he strode into the Dining Hall.  T'sval made his way straight toward the food tables practically stomping his feet grumply against the ground.  He tossed his meal onto the plate he'd picked up and stalked away from the food tables still scowling.

He stopped at an empty seat, letting his plate clatter onto the table, his food splattering together into a disorganised mess.  "Hmph."  He grunted a near silent acknowledgement to the others sitting at the table.


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