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Re: Come See My Pond atten: Any/Foreth #heatwave

Mya L. R.
 


On Wed, Jul 1, 2020 at 11:04 AM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:

Foreth loved the heat. It was the one good thing about being confined to the Caverns. And now it was really hot outside and she was *happy* for once. She left off bitching at Kassia and limped outside to watch her pond being built.

((Everyone should come see my pond being built,)) she called to all the dragons. ((Come see me and my pond.))


M'lex had been inside the Dining Hall for about five minutes, slowly sipping the water he'd gotten, and Zereath knew that he'd been sitting still waiting for him for too long.  Five minutes was normally too long right?  At the gold's call, the bronze practically shot into the air, straight in the direction of the Caverns.  {{I'll come see it being built.  I could never resist such an invitation from one as lovely as you.}}


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Come See My Pond atten: Any/Foreth #heatwave

sailyn2
 

Foreth loved the heat. It was the one good thing about being confined to the Caverns. And now it was really hot outside and she was *happy* for once. She left off bitching at Kassia and limped outside to watch her pond being built.

((Everyone should come see my pond being built,)) she called to all the dragons. ((Come see me and my pond.))


Re: Faranth Save the Queen (T'eko, Kassia)

sailyn2
 

"I'm fine and she'll be fine," Kassia said tensely, not wanting to think about her cousin at all. "I hope your Gather was less eventful."

~Good. No one hurt Kass.~ Brogan grunted and stayed alert.


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

sailyn2
 

"I'm happy to do that," Sarati said. "I'll get started on that. Are you liking Arolos so far?"


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

sailyn2
 

"We've been in business for a few decades," Revai said. "We breed for stamina and strength, but beauty as well. Some of our runners are better for the race circuit. Some are better for working elsewhere. They can be used for work and for pleasure riding, but they're generally too spirited for beginner riders."


Re: Doomsday and Armageddon just had a baby and it is UGLY (Talena, Insera)

sailyn2
 

Sorrel alerted Insera to the arrival of the unfamiliar two-legs and she got up to open her office door. "Can I help you, rider?"


I know every mile would be worth my while. SA (Tyne)

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IC Date Reference: Set shortly after the Gather. Approximate IC date 8.28.10.6.


There had been a lot to think over.


Assasination attempts on Weyrwomen would do that for you.


As the sun began to sink low towards the top of the Rim, the very first of the stars beginning to twinkle as the sky turned from blue to a swirling mixed of pinks, oranges and greys, Tyne had let her eyes wander over the colours whilst she let her thoughts drift. It had been a busy day of cleaning and repairs in the slowly developing project that was the firelizard clinic. The ache that clung to her limbs was one of the satisfied sense of a good day’s work. Nevertheless, she had climbed to one of her favourite spots and had let the world continue to drift past her.


Whooping and trilling, the firelizards had gone on the prowl, diving after the insects that had begun to emerge as the day’s temperature began to lower. All except Bobbin. As Tyne settled herself down on a smooth rock, legs folded up into a cross-legged pose, the gold had immediately climbed into her Mistress’ lap with a quiet and contented hum. Almost absently Tyne’s fingers had begun to run over the smooth, well oiled hide. With some special ointment, even some of the old scars had begun to fade.


If only that worked in real life.


Well, maybe it did. In an analogical sort of way.


With her eyes drifting over the sky, her hand moving in slow and steady rhythm and the cheerful glee of the fair lifting her, Tyne found herself coming back to the same questions that had been a low and heavy presence in her mind more and more of late.


Who was she?


What was she? 


Why was she here?


After the shock of the attempt on Kassia’s life had faded, Tyne had realised that what replaced it was a deep sense of relief. Relief that that life was no longer hers. A life of being in the public eye, a life of being sought after for one favour or another. A life of every little move being watched, measured and judged. In many ways, it was a relief to have the anonymity that Myrandith’s death had afforded her. But the thought felt treacherous. Like a nasty whisper of betrayal. Like she was somehow admitting that the loss of her dragon was somehow a good thing. And that prompted a surge of emotion that made her suck in breath like she was drowning, feeling the familiar grip about her heart that sent pain blossoming through her chest and Bobbin crooned softly, sending a warm strand of loving concern and Tyne clung to it, clung to the colourful strands that webbed through her thoughts like colourful tethers. 


No, it wasn’t a good thing. But it had been a thing. And as much as part of her wanted to say that it was a good thing that she was beginning to move away from its overwhelming presence, moving away from the pre-defined identity that was Goldrider Tyne, she couldn’t shake the chewing thought that to do so was to… forget. As if she ever could. Or ever would. So why did it feel so… unforgivable? Why was the idea of continuing to live, to thrive… trying to feel wrong?


There was a lot she had now that she was grateful for. Things she had now that she probably never would have had the opportunity for. Good things. Things she had found on her own and weren’t gilded by golden threads running through knots. It had reminded her that there was a world that wasn’t built on politics and niceties. Good things built on people coming together and treating each other just like… other people. She understood why so many felt awkward around her, understood that the hurt they caused wasn’t intentional. Unfortunately, all it did was raise questions about who she was.


She had been the girl with the gold dragon.


Now she wasn’t. 


Now, she was… well, she was the girl who had had a gold dragon. The girl who could speak to the firelizards. The girl who... just wanted to know where she fit in. Even the fumblings of those who didn’t know how to address her only solidified her displacement. It was so peculiar how not having a rank, a title could be so disconcerting. Even after the firelizard clinic was established - what then? She wasn’t a Dragonhealer or a Beastcrafter. She couldn’t even claim an Apprentice’s knots. It was funny how much you came to realise how much it mattered when you didn’t have a rank anymore. How did you trust someone when you couldn’t glance to their shoulder for that little visual affirmation, that little visual clue that you didn’t even realise you were looking for. Oh, she knew she wanted the firelizards to have a place that was theirs, knew that they needed their own roost. Perhaps that was why it was so important. Perhaps that was why it had struck such a poignant chord. They needed a place. So did she. Maybe that was what brought them together.


And then there was R’zzon and Panagath. Who had quietly and gently inserted themselves into her world like they had always been there. Had quietly added reinforcement to her fragile world that she hadn’t even noticed that she needed. And after her talk with the blue, her understanding of where the dragons’ voices came from had changed. Had realised that they didn’t try to lay claim to Myrandith’s shadow, didn’t try to fill the gap. But came from a different place altogether. His reasoning that Myrandith was… merely waiting. Just out of sight. The idea had brought a strange calm as if somehow, the idea of waiting for one another until the time was right had slotted into an empty space in a jigsaw she hadn’t noticed she was completing.


There were things to live for.


Things she wanted to live for.


And she was allowed to keep on living. 



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When I hear hoofbeats, I don't think zebra. (JP - Tolfast/Tyne)

Nutmeg
 

IC Date Reference: 8.28.5.30


OoC: Coming down to the Beastcraft section of the Weyr so close to a Gather was probably asking for trouble, but she was feeling high spirited today and that meant she felt brave. The fair were cascading through the air high over the Lake, Bobbin at the helm as she led them a merry game of chase and fish hunting. Tyne encouraged them to spend time away, for lack of better wording, to let their hair down. It also meant that she wouldn’t cause chaos with an entourage as she made her way towards the stables. For a short while, she had stopped against a fence and watched some of the Apprentices leading out some of the stabled runners and begin grooming them in the yard, tails flicking away the flies that tried to bother them.


The reality was, as painful as it might be - Tyne didn’t have her own form of easy transportation anymore. She knew that R’zzon was always willing to accommodate where he could but given that the firelizard clinic was likely going to see her moving back and forth between the Weyr and Callamere on a regular basis, then the reality was, she either had to keep paying a pretty mark to the wagons or look into getting her own form of transportation. And practically speaking, runners might be the way to go. But of course, it would be a way off before she looked into investing into her own. Before she got as far as that, she needed to see if she would be able to ride them.


Stepping up to the yard, Tyne politely tapped the shoulder of a man with his back to her. She couldn’t see his knots properly but she assumed he was likely one of the Journeymen. “Excuse me, sir? I was wondering if you knew who I might be able to talk to about taking runner riding lessons.”


Engrossed in his work, Tolfast failed to notice the woman's approach until he felt the tap. At that, he gave the gentlest of flinches, not truly accustomed to being touched as a way to get his attention, polite though it was. "Faranth, you gave me a start, girl!" His laughter was booming, albeit tinged with embarrassment at his own reaction more than anything else. "Keera, take her through the course one more time and you can put her out to graze after," he instructed the woman standing beside a tall, leggy bay runner. She nodded curtly and walked the animal a few paces away before mounting again while Tolfast turned to give Tyne his full attention. 


"Apologies if I heard wrong, but you're looking to ride?" He asked, face abruptly serious. "We have quite a few journeyman who can assist. Can I ask for what purpose, pleasure or craft? --Ah, and your name? You may call me Tolfast." The Masters' knots on his shoulder would have identified him even if the name meant nothing to her. 


The laugh seemed to bounce off the walls and the hugeness of it brought a smile to Tyne’s own face, softening the deep sorrow that seemed permanently behind her eyes. She had watched the girl walk the animal, eyes watching the way the runner moved before turning her attention back as Tolfast questioned her. “Ah… well, a little of both? A means to secure my own transportation as I will be travelling regularly between here and Callamere Hold, plus I find myself with a lot of time on my hands so likely will be looking to learn for enjoyment as well…” That he asked for her name didn’t surprise her and she had nodded in quiet acknowledgement of his own, locking it into her thoughts.


“Oh, of course, forgive me. I seem to forget my manners half the time. Go --” It had started to come out as naturally as a sneeze but she stopped, something flickering over her features as though internally, she gave herself a mental shake. It took just a moment too long before the smile was back in place, albeit a little contrived this time. “Forgive me. My name is Tyne. Just Tyne.” Her manners were too smooth to belong to someone of truly no rank, too well structured and prepared. There had of course been the slightest hesitation before her name as though her brain was trying to fill a space that her mouth wasn’t sure how to say. “It’s my pleasure to meet you Master Tolfast. I do hope I’m not stealing you away from something terribly important.”


"No, no, not at all," he assured her without a moment of hesitation. "She doesn't need my help anymore, I fear she may walk the tables on me and leave to greater things here soon." There was a paternal fondness in the way he spoke of the journeyman rider as he glanced over his shoulder toward the arena. Smiling still when he turned back to Tyne, he had not been able to miss the sadness in her expression nor the hiccup in her introduction. There was something mournful about the way she held her face, and he wondered at the story he suspected lay behind that curtain. 


"The pleasure's all mine, Tyne." Big, coarse hands reached forward in an attempt to clasp her own. Did he know that name somewhere? It sounded strangely familiar, though he failed to put his finger on it. "You've come to the right place. We have quite a few placid, well-trained runners that make for excellent first-timers. Do you have any prior experience riding?" He asked innocently.


Now that was something of a loaded question. Because in a manner of speaking, yes she had had a form of riding experience. But now probably not the time to fall down that particularly cotton-tail hole. As her hand was enveloped with his own, it had been shaken firmly. After a moment’s hesitation, she had shaken her head.


“Not riding. I’ve been around runners before to a degree but that was… more in passing?” That wasn’t… precisely a lie. She had never really ridden a runner but she had, usually at Myrandith’s request, been expected to pick out the gold’s next meal and the beast had had ridiculously high standards!


Tolfast didn't miss the pause, but had no understanding of just how deeply his question had cut to the quick. He nodded in acknowledgment. "That's more of a start than some of the students I've seen," he replied with casual ease and an encouraging smile. This was not a man looking to shame anyone for their experience or lack there of. 


After a friendly shake of her hand, he released her, but gestured toward the stables carved into the Weyr cliffside on the far side of the pens. "Care to take a walk with me, Tyne? I can introduce you to a few of the runners, and then if you have time, I will introduce you to one of my journeymen." They were good folk, he knew, and riding lessons were well within the scope of their training. 


For several moments there was the very awkward and very obvious fact that she was not making any move to follow, nor that she seemed immediately inclined to do so. In fact a look of abject consternation came over her face as though, for that moment, Tyne was experience an extreme conflict. Which, in a sense, was precisely what was happening.


Finally, it came out. As explosively as water in a pipe suddenly realising that the boot holding back the pressure had suddenly been released. “I’m… I’m dragonless!” It wasn’t how she wanted to do it. In an ideal world she wouldn’t do it at all. But her brain had very casually pointed out that it would be a hundred times worse if she kept it to herself and then it all came out and changed things.


No, this was probably one of those situations where “that” had to be known up front.


Tolfast's expression grew mildly concerned by her delay, confusion emphasizing the subtle wrinkles on his forehead. There was something he was missing here, though he couldn't be sure what. That hesitation seemed almost like fear to his eyes. He waited patiently while she warred with herself, observing the changes in her demeanor silently and without judgment. When her confession came out abruptly, the mastercrafter regarded her with a new appreciation. 


"I see," he managed politely. How did one respond without offending her, without speaking down to her? He had never bonded one of the great beasts, had only a close approximation in his love of his own animals, but could understand she had experienced a *great* loss. A soft smile touched his lips, looking rather sad on his handsome face. "Thank you for sharing. I can't even imagine how that feels and I won't pretend to." He couldn't be certain why she was telling him, but that she had done so tugged on his heartstrings. A heavy, thoughtful moment passed while he weighed her words; he no longer felt he could entrust her into other hands. 


"I would like to take you to meet one of my runners. She's sharp as a whip-crack and I would trust her with my life," he explained, his smile growing broad at the thought of this particular animal. "We can start slow, just an introduction. If you like her and she likes you, we can do some groundwork, but if at any time you don't want to continue, we will stop. Does that sound alright to you?"


For a moment, the turns seemed to slip away and Tyne looked so very young. “I… thought it would be better if you knew from the start. In case it’s  not okay for me to be here. But I would… I would understand…” It became very clear that “not welcome” was something that Tyne understood the bitter taste of very well. It was why she tried so very hard to know who she was now. Because she was so very tired of people looking at her and only remembering who she had been. 


He was being so nice. Normally, people were just… incredibly awkward. Because of that one aspect of herself that put them immediately on edge and suddenly made them not sure whether she could stand up in a stiff breeze without shattering like spun sugar. But she could. At least, she could now. She really was so much stronger. Honest. Her eyes had flickered to the floor, completing the visage of naughty child. In the blink of an eye she had gone from calm and collected to very small. “I would very much like to meet her.” She said finally, “Take it from there.”


It didn’t seem at least, that he was saying “no”.


Tolfast’s heart broke to hear the worry in her voice, to watch her shrink before him. At once his face became very serious, but not the least bit callous or irritated. “Tyne, listen to me when I say you will *always* be welcome at the stables.” He couldn’t speak for the whole Weyr, though he doubted anyone else would contest him. “The only thing I want to be sure of is if you are ready for this. Nothing you could say will upset me or make me give up on you; I’m quite hard to get rid of.” His laughter returned like quiet, distant thunder as another of those smiles split his jaws. She seemed very much like she needed a hug, but he wasn’t about to invade her space in that fashion after the secret she revealed. Instead, he settled for laying a big hand on her shoulder. 


“Now, let’s go meet Rain.”


The “niceness” had a rumbling quality to it that didn’t feel forced. In fact it felt very genuine. Yes, he seemed sad for her, but it had seemed… more that he was genuinely sorry, and not awkwardly sympathetic because of the hugeness of what it had all been. And that was always a bitter nut to chew. That it seemed that so much of this was because of Myrandith’s colour. And she suspected that in time, he would quietly ask some questions and find out more about it. Maybe she would tell him herself. But for now, she would take nice. Nice with no strings attached. Nice with no quiet ambition behind it to get into her good graces and climb their own ladder. Just nice for… the sake of being nice. It wasn’t something she was used to, but ironically, had seen more of it without a dragon behind her than she had before. It was an unusual feeling but wasn’t altogether unwelcome.


As the hand landed, she felt its warm and heavy weight but to her credit, hadn’t flinched. She was better at not flinching. She had never been what she thought of as a “happy hugger”, her gestures small but significant. But she appreciated the gesture. It too, was kind.


“Then I think you should lead the way. And tell me a bit about her as we go.”


Nodding, Tolfast did as asked and guided them both across the courtyard. "Oh, that I can do," he chuckled a second time, always happy to speak at length about the animals he loved. "I've met all sorts of runners, but Rain is special. She's gentle and incredibly patient. Children have a tendency to spook runners, see, all fast movements and shrieking voices. Rain, though, she's been sweet as a lamb since she was foaled." There was obvious adoration in his words, but the grin on his clean-shaven face would have given it away first. 


As they entered the stable, a chorus of snorts and happy nickering greeted them, several runner heads poking over stall doors to see the newcomers. Not all of the stalls were full, a schedule shuffling them outside in shifts to graze or be worked by the apprentices. "Hello, darlings," he met them like old friends, pausing to scratch a tall black stallion beneath his chin. "It's not your turn yet. I'll be back for you later." The runner flattened his ears, almost disappointed, but closed his giant eyes for the attention. "Rain'll be out in the back pasture with some of the other mares," Tolfast explained, leading the way through the far doors. 


Opening onto a space outside the Weyr that had been deforested to make way for grazing pens, they walked down a gravel path that divided two large fenced areas. Runners flicked their tails with heads down in the distance, perusing through the greenery. Tolfast approached the pen and gestured for Tyne to stop beside him. Cupping his mouth on either side with his hands, he let loose a strange, hooting call. 


A white-faced mare lifted her head and whinnied excitedly. Tolfast smiled as she leaped into action, a blur of sorrel and white that came racing toward them from across the field.  "There she is."


Following him through the stables, she had noticed with interested amusement not only how the runners responded to him, but how he responded in return. It didn’t feel as if it were all for show. It very much felt that he was more than happy to stop and give them his time. “Not easy to spook is good… especially for someone new, I’d think?” The question was tentative as opposed to argumentative, like she wanted to be sure she was thinking “correctly”. 


Apart from selecting Myrandith’s meals of choice - and the gold was very picky most of the time, Tyne had never really spent time around runners. It was baffling and yet fascinating to see how the animals reacted to their presence. There was a bristling sense of keen interest in the air and she felt… almost scrutinised. Like they were regarding her keenly and wanted to know who she was and why they were there.


As they approached the fields, the strange call earned Tolfast a confused expression, but her attention was quickly taken by the movement out of the corner of her eye as the mare ricocheted across the field like someone had fired a cork out of wine skin. “She dropped everything,” she said with astonishment, watching as the other runners were rapidly left behind.


"Aye, she's a smart one - she knows I've got a pocket full of treats waiting for her." He spoke humbly, but by the way the animal had reacted suddenly and swiftly, it was hard to doubt there was a connection between them. The mare that came running stood out from the herd in more than just intellect, her pattern a white base on which a large chestnut swatches had been painted. The white on each of her legs rose high as if in mimicry of a lady's stockings, her mane and tale like banners of platinum streaming in the wind behind her. As she neared, unusual blue eyes were visible on her bald face, alert and sharp. 


Tolfast had already begun to stick one hand in his trouser pocket, the other held out for Rain. She slowed to a casual trot before stopping at the fence line, nostrils flaring as she pressed her nose against his palm. "I'm hurrying, I'm hurrying," he laughed adoringly as the mare's giant pink tongue lapped at his skin in search of her treats. Slipping one beneath her lips, which she promptly vanished, Tolfast handed a few of the sugar cubes to Tyne. 


"Rain, sweetie, this is Tyne. Tyne, this is Rain," he introduced them as if they were both equals, though one was runner and the other human. "Go ahead, move slow-like and offer her your hand to smell. Have you ever fed a runner before?" 


Tyne watched the creature move, the fluid canter as she easily picked up her feet. It seemed as though she were gliding. “Oh! She has blue eyes!” She sounded entirely surprised as though she hadn’t realised such a thing was possible. Her own eyes were huge by comparison as she watched the runner intently. Tail high, head tossed back. The entire feeling that radiated from the runner was one of intense glee, as though she were very pleased with herself and her current situation in life. As she approached, it was clear that Tyne was picking out all of the little details, eyes flickering over her and studying her intently. It was hard not to smile as she nosed insistently at his hand. 


“Hullo Rain…” Tyne’s voice was barely more than a whisper, her eyes glued to the bald face and had shook her head at Tolfast’s question. “... I don’t think I’ve even been this close before…” she had admitted as she curled her fingers around the sweetener cubes. You hadn’t needed to be quite so up close and personal when you were hand picking your dragon’s dinner. Slowly and extremely carefully, she moved her empty hand forward, having at least the foresight to hold it flat. Flat meant more surface space, runners seemed to like using their mouths to investigate so flat would hopefully mean no unintended nips.


Tolfast nodded approvingly as he watched the pair walk through their first interaction. "Good, good. Just like that. Keep your fingers together, now." He had no doubt as to whether Tyne was interested, and her willingness to follow direction earned points in her favor. The difference between an attentive student and the opposite usually resulted in a bite or a kick, lessons learned the hard way. 


Rain turned her head to stare at Tyne with one of her big eyes, blinking slowly, thoughtfully. The outstretched hand was met with a rush of air exhaled through flaring nostrils as she ran her pink muzzle across the woman's palm, ears swiveled toward her. Making a noise somewhere between a grunt and a cough, the runner searched for her treat with whiskered, velvety lips. She was careful not to use her teeth when retrieving the sweet, plucking it painlessly free before crunching happily. 


"There's a good girl," Tolfast beamed at both of them.


Tyne’s eyes, ironically as dark and soft as a runner’s own, was taking in every minute detail, sucking up the information like a dry sponge in water. The way muscles shifted under Rain’s coat, the movement of her ears, the snorting huff of breaths that made her sides move. As the mouth with lips as soft as velvet brushed over her palm, the giggle that escaped her was more akin to that of a child’s than that of a grown woman.


“Her nose is really soft!” It was a gurgle of giggled sound and for a second, she looked almost disappointed as the mare moved her head away. Had she ever stopped to think about how a runner’s nose would feel? She wasn’t sure that she had. But her eyes were glued to the runner, as if committing the entire image to memory. Perhaps in a way she was, just in case this didn’t work out the way she planned. This moment right here, it was a good memory. A positive interaction. No signs of fear, no cautious glanced out of the corner of eyes, no awkward conversations. Nothing but good. It could be safely tucked away and called back whenever she needed it.


At the praise from Tolfast, if Tyne had been a canine, her tail would have been wagging, the quiet praise received as gladly as a pat to the head. In many ways, it was poignantly sad to see her suck up praise as happily as a brat being told they had done well in a Harper lesson. She beamed at Tolfast, her face lighting up as though it were Turn’s End and she were standing in front of a pile of presents with her name on them. 


This didn't go over the Master's head, as Tyne was not the first broken person to arrive at his proverbial doorstep. There was something about the dragonless that reminded him of a wounded animal; scared, defensive, hopeless, and utterly vulnerable. He was compelled to help them, to help her, in any fashion that he could if it meant bringing smiles like the ones she wore. It was tragic knowing that something so simple brought her such joy, and yet it filled him with great satisfaction to see. He scratched at his salt and pepper beard as if absently trying to hide the grin on his face and failing terribly. 


"It is!" He agreed with her observation, enthusiastic to share this fact. "Their coats are quite soft if brushed regularly, too. We take special care to groom them daily and maintain a healthy lustre - but that nose is all her. Careful if'n she sticks it against your hair, it's a ploy, she might eat it." By his voice he could only be teasing, but you never knew with a playful runner. 


Rain, finished with her cube, returned to Tyne in search of more, stretching over the fence to nose her hands. A low, quiet whickering noise was the paint mare's attempt at pleading with her, those blue eyes deep and imploring. 


"She's a porcine," Tolfast said with a wink. Surely Rain could not understand him, but she whipped her flaxen tail as if indignant. "She'll eat the Weyr out of sweetener if we let her. ...One more can't hurt though." He was quite the sucker, offering Tyne another cube.


At his words, she had unconsciously fingered the tail of the braid that looped over her shoulder. If she was going to come here more often she would have to make sure that she had tucked her hair safely out of the way. “It doesn’t taste very nice,” Tyne had said in that same giggle of sound, this time her voice directed to the runner as she whuffled at Tyne’s hands. “And it would stick horribly to your tongue.”


Being told of the need to maintain their coats fit into the same analogy she would use to compare with the dragons. Their hide needed oiling. So runners needed brushing. It made sense. Her eyes flickered over the chestnut and white patches, seeing the sheen that the sun bounced off, down to the well oiled hooves. “Their noises are different.” It was more a statement of fact than a question as she listened to the mare. “Is it hard to learn what they mean?” Dragons had the added advantage of being able to share their emotions, but a keen ear could also quickly decipher their mood by listening to their sounds. But then, many animals used sounds for a range of things.


As the cube was passed over, Tyne did it again, carefully holding her hand flat, fingers tucked neatly together as she presented it to Rain. “Nicely. And then no more.” She instructed, without even realising it, giving the same command she used on the firelizards without even thinking, even going as far to use the same tone - soft but with a firmness under it.


Tolfast nodded at her statement, though he had no real experience with dragons to relate the experience to. “They are, but no - it isn’t difficult. Most folks never bother to look twice, but beasts are very expressive. You’ll discover real quick-like what each noise means, what those head tosses and tail shape mean. She does have quite the repertoire." His lips curled in a wry smile that said he didn't always appreciate Rain's opinion. 


The runner did not seem deterred by Tyne's warning regarding her hair, intensely focused on the potential for another treat. Her ears pressed forward, listening to the woman with the same intensity that she attended Tolfast. With the order, Rain's white muzzle dropped into Tyne's hand where she carefully removed the sweetener with her lips. To say she savored the treat would have been a lie, for she consumed it as quickly as she possibly could. A delighted little shiver rippled from mane to tail, and she threw her flaxen mane with a toss of her head. 


"I think she likes you, lass." Tolfast observed without hiding the hints of pride in his bass.


“What is she like with firelizards? She needs to be okay with them. I have twelve.” Her voice was thoughtful, as though her mind had wandered slightly for all that her eyes were fixed on the runner as though a part of her brain wasn’t entirely convinced that any of this were real and that if she were to look away, the runner, Tolfast, this entire moment in time - would vanish right in front of her.


The runner was sweet, and sharp. You could tell by the glint in her eye, the slight hint of smugness that glittered there. But Tyne had learned long ago that it served no purpose to get your hopes up too soon - it was too easy to have them all dashed to pieces, and for what? 


When she turned to look at Tolfast, the expression was one of intense solemnity and concentration, it pinched her cheeks in and there was a firm set to her jaw. “If she is okay with them. And if you’re okay with me. What do I need to do first? What do I need to know?” Her voice was still small, slightly clipped and tight as though she were waiting for bad news that she had already convinced herself was imminently around the corner and she was waiting for the verbal blow to land.


"Flits? Ah, she don't mind them too much. We've done more training to keep her calm around dragons what with being in the Weyr, but she hasn't shown any fear or aggression toward the little ones. In fact, she's really quite gentle." He scrubbed at his beard thoughtfully. "Twelve is a bit more than she's been around at one time, though I can't imagine she'll spook unless they work at driving her away." 


Rain watched Tyne with those huge blue eyes, strangely perceptive to the woman's discomfort. Though she couldn't know precisely where the fear had come from, Rain could practically smell the worry coming off of her. Rather than bolt as other less experienced runners might, the curious mare reached over the fence. She nudged Tyne's arm with her nose, gentle and without the same insistence she had used in search of treats. This was a comforting gesture, accompanied by a quiet whuffling that seemed to say, *don't be sad, I'm here* without the words. 


Tolfast had made his decision to teach her a while ago, and when she asked with the implication he was still uncertain about her worthiness, the master raised a hand to stop that self-doubt in its tracks. "You've already done the first part," he smiled warmly. "She will teach you to ride. Make no mistake, I'll give you direction and help, but Rain will be the one you learn how to move with. Looks like she's already agreed." He was pleased and proud in equal measure, hooking his thumbs through his belt. "This has been a good start for today. We can continue tomorrow if you're up to it, we will begin with the foundation of how to groom and tack a runner. Once you can saddle her up yourself, we'll take the next step." 


He freed one hand and stuck it out to her as if to seal a deal. "You'll be riding in no time at all."


“They’re well behaved. I don’t allow them to cause mischief.” Well, not when she was directly supervising. Tyne was starting to suspect that Rona was going to cause a soapsand shortage in the Weyr at the rate she was stashing it under Tyne’s bed. “They’re part of the work I do and… help hold me down. So they’re usually nearby…” The way her voice drifted away almost seemed to suggest that what she wanted to suggest was something along the lines of gradually introducing them to the runner - but has hesitated as though not sure she was allowed to.


The jostle of her arm broke the solemn reverie and Tyne seemed surprised. No, there was no “seem” about it. The motion was completely unexpected. But she noted that it wasn’t the same curiosity edged with the same demand for more food, it was different. Concerned. She hadn’t expected that. Watching the runner for a moment, Tyne tentatively moved a hand to touch Rain’s cheek, feeling the softness of the hair against her palm. She could lose herself in those eyes. It had been a long time since she had done that.


As Tolfast spoke, Tyne looked up, blinking with a confusion that seemed to say that for a moment, she had forgotten he was there. He too was scrutinised, taken in from top to bottom. Tentatively she had already let him breach the invisible bubble that surrounded her like a protective shield. The extended hand was inspected just as thoroughly. Large. Calloused and well worn. Hands that had seen work and hadn’t shied away from it. 


After a long moment, the extended hand was taken by her much smaller one with a firm nod as she peered up at him with her odd, solemn expression. “Tomorrow, then.”


= End =



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This is Why I Live! (Hemiseth/L'nel, any) #heatwave

Ren
 

Ahh the heat! The glorious and most celebrated part of living in the south. Hemiseth adored it. Let his snippy brother Misnoth prefer the cold and even let his rider prefer the shade and cool stones there, the great stocky blue had a wallow dug out in the hot sand and was splayed out in it with his wings open just enough to absorb the heat. A most content humming came from him as he settled and rustled and settled again. It sounded to L'nel like the song his blue had made up when he was still a Weyrling and he had to smile at that. Some things never changed, then.

{{Ahh L'nel what a perfect bout of serendipity we had with me being born here and you here to receive me!}} Hemiseth purred while making his wallow deeper. {{OH! Oh no this sand is too cold down here, ech! Makes my hide itch.}} The blue climbed out of the wallow and buried it in with his paws before moving spots and making another hole with his forelegs. {{This will be better, no cold sand in my wallow, no sir! No son of Wendeth and Longath would be caught itchy and uncomfortable like that.}}

"You know plenty of your old siblings like the cold, right?" L'nel pointed out with amusement. That statement earned him sand flicked by a blue wing.

{{They're insane,}} came the gruff response. {{Absolutely bonkers. Other than Zivath, I'm the only one out of that clutch with sense. Ah, but she's not really my sister, is she?}} Hemiseth paused in his work and cocked his head while working through L'nel's memories. {{Yes, yes that's right, she arrived with you, late as ever. Thankfully she didn't want you.}}

"Of course she didn't," L'nel shook his shaggy dark hair. "I'm a boy."

{{And you're mine,}} Hemiseth pointed out firmly. {{Boy or not, I don't care. Golds are off anyway for only wanting girls, and so are browns and bronzes for their like of boys. Us blues and even greens have the only sense around here. Tell me, before you realized that I'm the most perfect dragon to ever exist, did you have any wild thoughts of riding bronze?}}

"Honestly no," L'nel answered. "Blue would have been perfect for me since the position I wanted is the position I have now. I wanted to be a Wingthird or Wingsecond so that I could support a Wingleader and see a Wing succeed. Best dragon to do that from is blue. Brown and bronze are expected to be leaders and seconds, so here I am on a sensible blue, Wingthird."

That answer deeply pleased Hemiseth and the blue rolled onto his back to expose his belly to the intense heat. The hum grew louder until L'nel felt himself consumed and surrounded by it. He closed his eyes and hummed himself in harmony with his lifemate as the bluepair sat in the overwhelming heat.
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Ren's Riders: Arialae, C'fan (Fort), D'cul (AWLM), F'liau, L'nel, L'nix, L'yall, N'met (DH), Ran'omi, R'vbor, S'dren, Talena (ACM), T'eko, T'mah, Vofali (Searchrider), W'rian, Zyreai (Healer), F'lo (FF Weyrling), V'riu (FF Weyrling), S'lion (MD Weyrling)

Ren's Crafters: Diagir (Whercraft), Reitz (Whercraft), Torinael (Healer), Ozfini (Healer)

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


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

Steelsilver
 

"Courthe I would." K'sway assured her, watching his green flits play a moment more, before he too set back to work. "And thanks for helping uth." he added. "More handth always welcome."  He moved to Sixanth's other side. "Feelth like there's always more of him to wash." 


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

 

"Callamere.. I think I've heard that name before, but I-I'm honestly not real familiar with it. Smarter flits?" She took one look at PrettyGirl and nodded her head as if she had seen proof before her very eyes. "I would believe that. She's already smarter than the bronze I met." Calyse's cheek twitched at the memory before she seemed to realize she had offered to help with a chore. 

"--Oh, shards. Um, sorry, don't mean to keep distracting us. S-sorry, Sixanth," she apologized hastily, scrubbing the soapsand into the brown's hide. "You'll help me though, right? With the egg, and the firelizard after? When the time comes, I mean." The questions were directed at K'sway even if she kept her eyes on the dragon. 

On Fri, Jun 26, 2020, 8:06 PM Steelsilver <theglitteryone2@...> wrote:
"Thome flits can be kinda dumb." K'sway responded. "Callamere'th better than wild, but all three of mine are wild. Well, Skit and Lai are. Think PrettyGirl'th part Callamere. Special breed." he added, in explanation. "And sure. Th'egg'll go feral if they don't Impress, an' I alwayth try and find Lai's eggs. Don't need pests." he added. "Don't worry about it. So many flits around here..." 

He gave her another smile, before clicking. "Here, Pretty." The green finished her song, stretched luxuriously, and then flew back to K'sway's shoulder to give him a nuzzle and resume her perch. 


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

Laurie
 

"Then I guess we buy your Gather dress at the end of the day, rather than now?" Mendl said, mischievous. She wasn't sure whether she'd be going to the dance or not. It wasn't like she had anyone to go with, but that was half the fun. Plus, one could always meet someone special at a Gather dance.

"So, shopping first? Or sightseeing? Shopping may be a better idea because all the good stuff will be gone or packed away later. But we'd need to store our packages--though I think that some of the more enterprising Candidates have a booth where they're storing packages."



On Mon, Jun 29, 2020 at 5:43 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Taking the proffered delicacy, Dytha bit into it with a groan of delight, nodding at Mendl's previous words. "I noticed the schedule. It seemed pretty nicely balanced - but I like Larsin. Grumpier than a wher in daylight but I swear that's a front to keep us annoying Apprentices away." She gave Mendl a cheeky grin, glad that the stern Master wasn't likely to overhear them.

"I agree about the food. Gather food just seems a bit more... like a bit more care into making it more special is there. But I suppose that makes sense - if someone is planning a handfasting and a Bakercrafter catches their attention at a Gather, that could be a valuable commission for them to get a hold of." She enjoyed another bite of the hot, doughy pastry, inhaling the slightly spiced scent that came off it. "Although I could eat these forever and die happy the size of a dragon. That it will go straight to my thighs." There was a cheerful mischief to Dytha's face, an agreeable change to her more typically stern expression.

"If I can't fit into a Gather dress by the end of the day, I might not be entirely complaining," she said with a chuckle.

On Mon, Jun 29, 2020 at 4:36 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
"Yeah, I noticed you weren't on the rotation that day," Mendl said with no trace of rancor. "Larsin tries to make things as fair as possible. So," she pointed to a stall selling flit-wings. "Our first stop. Then on to the merchant stalls!" Giggling, she ran over to the flit-wing seller and ordered two, handing one to Dytha. Taking a bite, she closed her eyes in bliss.

"I think Gather food is so yummy because it's special. The Weyr doesn't offer this type of fare on a regular basis, even though you'd think it would be easier for the Kitchens to do it than some random Trader."

On Sun, Jun 28, 2020 at 9:16 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
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: A Candid Capture of Conversation (Tyne/Panagath)

Laurie
 

Panagath? Helping with the clinic? R'zzon shook his head as he knelt down to look at the drawing.

{{I'm not just a pretty face. I have thoughts too.}}

[[Yes, you do.]]

"This is very well thought out. And yes, he can get the wood and stone you need. He probably mentioned the quarries for the stone, right?" Before she had time to answer, Panagath affirmed that in his mind. "Good. Let us know when you're ready, and we'll get a team together. I'm sure Pan's already got a a workforce ready to go." The same flavor of affirmation washed over him.

On Mon, Jun 29, 2020 at 5:37 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
As Panagath spoke, Tyne had looked around, her face softening into the warm, intimate smile that was R'zzon's alone, pressing her cheek into his lips with a happy sigh. "Panagath has been helping me with my flit clinic. I'm going to use those marks I got from the Gather to sort out my doors and maybe even a pathway, Panagath said he can help me get the wood and stone I need." As she spoke she gestured to the schematic in front of her before her eyes flickered back to the blue. "He's been helping me to get better with his voice too. It comes from a different space. And that's okay. It's a bigger version of the firelizards - but he has a different space too."

Bobbin spotted the Rider too and whistled in greeting. Since her "conversation" with the man, she had been far more relaxed around him and far less suspicious, even going so far to rustle her wings in a friendly fashion at him. 

On Mon, Jun 29, 2020 at 2:46 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
R'zzon came out of the Dragonriders' Hall. immediately glancing up at the Rim--something he'd done since Weyrlinghood. Panagath wasn't at his usual spot; odd for this time of day. He wasn't on their weyr ledge either. His gaze travelled around the Weyr Bowl and stopped as he saw Panagath comfortably ensconced on the ground, covered in what could only be firelizards--either that, or he suddenly had become ill with large multi-colored spots. Squinting, he saw a figure in front of his dragon and his eyes widened. Could that be...?

He didn't hurry; the conversation they were having seemed fairly intense and he didn't want to interrupt. They were out in the open so it wasn't exactly private, and he didn't want to give the impression he thought they were doing something wrong. They weren't.

So focused was he on the tableau before him he never saw the artist sitting inconspicuously to the side.

{{R'zzon's here,}} Panagath said to Tyne, amusement coloring his voice.

"So, what are my two favorite people doing?" R'zzon asked, kneeling next to Tyne to kiss her on the cheek.



On Sun, Jun 28, 2020 at 9:23 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
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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I'm sometimes slow and have the memory of a sieve at times, so don't hesitate to poke me if you think you've been forgotten!



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Recluso#6042 on Discord

I'm sometimes slow and have the memory of a sieve at times, so don't hesitate to poke me if you think you've been forgotten!



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

Jessica Freise
 

"Will do," she said without a second thought. Kassia was family, after all.

On Jun 29, 2020, at 6:19 PM, sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:

"Meet me at the Hatching Caverns tomorrow during your free period and we'll get a schedule set up," Kassia said. "You'll take over the times that Andreya can't help me."



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

sailyn2
 

"Meet me at the Hatching Caverns tomorrow during your free period and we'll get a schedule set up," Kassia said. "You'll take over the times that Andreya can't help me."


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

Nutmeg
 

Taking the proffered delicacy, Dytha bit into it with a groan of delight, nodding at Mendl's previous words. "I noticed the schedule. It seemed pretty nicely balanced - but I like Larsin. Grumpier than a wher in daylight but I swear that's a front to keep us annoying Apprentices away." She gave Mendl a cheeky grin, glad that the stern Master wasn't likely to overhear them.

"I agree about the food. Gather food just seems a bit more... like a bit more care into making it more special is there. But I suppose that makes sense - if someone is planning a handfasting and a Bakercrafter catches their attention at a Gather, that could be a valuable commission for them to get a hold of." She enjoyed another bite of the hot, doughy pastry, inhaling the slightly spiced scent that came off it. "Although I could eat these forever and die happy the size of a dragon. That it will go straight to my thighs." There was a cheerful mischief to Dytha's face, an agreeable change to her more typically stern expression.

"If I can't fit into a Gather dress by the end of the day, I might not be entirely complaining," she said with a chuckle.

On Mon, Jun 29, 2020 at 4:36 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
"Yeah, I noticed you weren't on the rotation that day," Mendl said with no trace of rancor. "Larsin tries to make things as fair as possible. So," she pointed to a stall selling flit-wings. "Our first stop. Then on to the merchant stalls!" Giggling, she ran over to the flit-wing seller and ordered two, handing one to Dytha. Taking a bite, she closed her eyes in bliss.

"I think Gather food is so yummy because it's special. The Weyr doesn't offer this type of fare on a regular basis, even though you'd think it would be easier for the Kitchens to do it than some random Trader."

On Sun, Jun 28, 2020 at 9:16 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
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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I'm sometimes slow and have the memory of a sieve at times, so don't hesitate to poke me if you think you've been forgotten!



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Re: A Candid Capture of Conversation (Tyne/Panagath)

Nutmeg
 

As Panagath spoke, Tyne had looked around, her face softening into the warm, intimate smile that was R'zzon's alone, pressing her cheek into his lips with a happy sigh. "Panagath has been helping me with my flit clinic. I'm going to use those marks I got from the Gather to sort out my doors and maybe even a pathway, Panagath said he can help me get the wood and stone I need." As she spoke she gestured to the schematic in front of her before her eyes flickered back to the blue. "He's been helping me to get better with his voice too. It comes from a different space. And that's okay. It's a bigger version of the firelizards - but he has a different space too."

Bobbin spotted the Rider too and whistled in greeting. Since her "conversation" with the man, she had been far more relaxed around him and far less suspicious, even going so far to rustle her wings in a friendly fashion at him. 

On Mon, Jun 29, 2020 at 2:46 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
R'zzon came out of the Dragonriders' Hall. immediately glancing up at the Rim--something he'd done since Weyrlinghood. Panagath wasn't at his usual spot; odd for this time of day. He wasn't on their weyr ledge either. His gaze travelled around the Weyr Bowl and stopped as he saw Panagath comfortably ensconced on the ground, covered in what could only be firelizards--either that, or he suddenly had become ill with large multi-colored spots. Squinting, he saw a figure in front of his dragon and his eyes widened. Could that be...?

He didn't hurry; the conversation they were having seemed fairly intense and he didn't want to interrupt. They were out in the open so it wasn't exactly private, and he didn't want to give the impression he thought they were doing something wrong. They weren't.

So focused was he on the tableau before him he never saw the artist sitting inconspicuously to the side.

{{R'zzon's here,}} Panagath said to Tyne, amusement coloring his voice.

"So, what are my two favorite people doing?" R'zzon asked, kneeling next to Tyne to kiss her on the cheek.



On Sun, Jun 28, 2020 at 9:23 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
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)

Laurie
 

"Yeah, I noticed you weren't on the rotation that day," Mendl said with no trace of rancor. "Larsin tries to make things as fair as possible. So," she pointed to a stall selling flit-wings. "Our first stop. Then on to the merchant stalls!" Giggling, she ran over to the flit-wing seller and ordered two, handing one to Dytha. Taking a bite, she closed her eyes in bliss.

"I think Gather food is so yummy because it's special. The Weyr doesn't offer this type of fare on a regular basis, even though you'd think it would be easier for the Kitchens to do it than some random Trader."

On Sun, Jun 28, 2020 at 9:16 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
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: A Candid Capture of Conversation (Tyne/Panagath)

Laurie
 

R'zzon came out of the Dragonriders' Hall. immediately glancing up at the Rim--something he'd done since Weyrlinghood. Panagath wasn't at his usual spot; odd for this time of day. He wasn't on their weyr ledge either. His gaze travelled around the Weyr Bowl and stopped as he saw Panagath comfortably ensconced on the ground, covered in what could only be firelizards--either that, or he suddenly had become ill with large multi-colored spots. Squinting, he saw a figure in front of his dragon and his eyes widened. Could that be...?

He didn't hurry; the conversation they were having seemed fairly intense and he didn't want to interrupt. They were out in the open so it wasn't exactly private, and he didn't want to give the impression he thought they were doing something wrong. They weren't.

So focused was he on the tableau before him he never saw the artist sitting inconspicuously to the side.

{{R'zzon's here,}} Panagath said to Tyne, amusement coloring his voice.

"So, what are my two favorite people doing?" R'zzon asked, kneeling next to Tyne to kiss her on the cheek.



On Sun, Jun 28, 2020 at 9:23 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
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: Come see my sparkles, come buy my trinkets. (Ysolde/ NPC Diolde/ANY)

mglady3@...
 

"Your father is a smart man." Delysia opined. "By engaging at the source, a craftsman can better control the quality of the materials that come down to him, and thus the quality of the final product." It was an attitude that Delysia, as someone who's always held a higher appreciation for quality and elegant craftsmanship over the merely expensive, approved of. She considered Ysolde for a long second, as if trying to make up her mind on something. At last she spoke. "Ysolde, can I ask you a personal question? You seem to enjoy working with your father, and I know that you take pride in the jewelry that you've made. You've clearly already invested into your craft - so why give it up?" 
 


On Wed, Jun 24, 2020 at 1:43 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
"For the most part, yes. My father spent some time with the Minecraft learning specifically how to identify and mine gemstones." Ysolde replied with a nod. "If it's potentially time critical we'll head to the Minecraft Hall and see what they've pre-sourced. For this piece it's a little of an assortment, some stones that we had previously sourced and others that were located by ourselves. My father is a keen believer of a Jewelcrafter being able to source and shape their own stones so he has included identification of raw gems and lapidary as part of my training."

She watched Delysia examine the piece. In truth she liked it when someone put thought and care into their purchases - or potential purchases. Impulse buys often came with regrets and it wounded her to think of the amount of jewelry that was probably stashed in drawers and forgotten about. "If you're considering the style against yourself ma'am, we do have a small looking-glass. Sometimes it helps to see the colours and fitting against ourselves."

On Sun, Jun 21, 2020 at 11:01 PM <mglady3@...> wrote:
"Where do you source your stones?" Delysia asked, as she raised the necklace to eye level so that she could examine the minute patterns in the stores. "Do you pick them yourself?" She slid her finger over the strands of the necklace, feeling the patterns of the weave beneath her fingertips. She then held the necklace up against a strand of her own hair and considered the juxtaposition.


On Sun, Jun 14, 2020 at 3:57 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
To see a ranker like Delysia take such abject interest in her Craft caused a deep sensation of pleased satisfaction. As much as she liked her philosophy, she also felt at times that her more simplistic stylings might be overlooked as cheap or without thought. Such was certainly not the case. It was apparent that there was a great degree of precision and care in her work. Leaning to look at the piece that Delysia was paying attention to, Ysolde smiled and reached for the small board it was hanging from, carefully unhooking the piece and passing it over.

"That particular piece can work well either as a necklace or even as a head adornment with the crest resting on the brow and the strands secured around the head and ears. It's set with an assorted array of polished blue agate and gold flecked lapis as the centre piece. All gems have been authenticated and we provide a certificate of craft authenticity as well." She let the woman take it to inspect it for herself. "This particular piece uses slate grey threads to create both the setting and additional woven detailing which really sets off the blue."

On Sat, Jun 13, 2020 at 7:59 PM <mglady3@...> wrote:
OOC: It all looks so pretty! It's hard to choose just one! But let's go with something like this: https://www.pinterest.co.uk/pin/602567625133466472/ except maybe with dark blue stones.

IC: "That's good." Delysia replied with another smile. Ysolde was probably not the only who in a more friendly and relaxed frame of mind because of the Gather. "Working hard is important, but it's also important to know when to take some time for yourself." 

"It's always valuable to be able to do something differently, especially if it produces something that many people would enjoy or want to possess." She agreed. Her fingers hovered over the piece that had caught her attention. "May I?" She asked.

On Tue, Jun 9, 2020 at 3:12 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
OoC: If she's looking at anything in particular from my album I keep for Ysolde ( https://www.pinterest.co.uk/lynnmperry/ysoldes-jewellery/) - feel free to link it so I know how to play off the description etc.

IC: "Thank you, ma'am!" Ysolde said brightly and with a hint of genuine warmth. She didn't care what others thought of Delysia as being standoffish, she liked the Goldrider immensely. "And may I say, thank you so much for your generosity. I've been thoroughly enjoying working with you." She glanced over as someone drifted near the stall but then wandered off again. "My father and I make a deal that I work with him for the day on the first day of the Gather as it's typically our busiest what with the Arolos Cup, then the rest is my own. I am highly looking forward to letting my hair down and probably catching far too much sun!" In the relaxed Trader environment, there was a very different side to Ysolde - something far more open and generally friendly which was a stark change from her serious and studious frame of mind as a Candidate. She was of course looking forward to spending the following day walking the Gather with S'ryll but she highly doubted the serious Goldrider would be interested in knowing of such frivolities.

As Delysia looked over the pieces, Ysolde glanced over with a smile. "I used waxed threads because it allows for a range of intricacies from something very simple to something much more extravagant. I find it's a style that suits a wide range of people, can be extremely customisable and without using metal, brings the prices down into ranges that more people can afford meaning it allows for things that in traditional, metal set pieces, would just be far too beyond the realm of possibility of owning. And I don't agree with that. I think everyone should have the opportunity for something special - jewellery can be kept for highly sentimental reasons - why exclude someone from owning something as important to them because they can't afford the materials that have traditionally been used." It was quite clear that Ysolde took immense pride in her work, and her philosophy behind it. She had created something that was far more readily available to the masses. It benefited boths sides of the mark - her father's profit margin and the customer base.

On Fri, Jun 5, 2020 at 2:09 AM <mglady3@...> wrote:
"It's good weather for a Gather And there's a good selection of stalls this year." Delysia acknowledged. "Be sure to take some time to look around yourself." She advised with a smile. "I'm certain your father would be able to spare you for a little while."

She tooks few steps close so that she could browse over the items on display. She'd been keeping her eyes out for a possible gift for Karla and this was as good an opportunity as any. She paused briefly over a necklace featuring a deep blue stone. "This is very fine work." She murmured.

OOC: Also feel free to assume that Delysia would have given Ysolde a small bonus for her assistant work - maybe 1/4 - 1/2 mark - leading up to the Gather. 


On Mon, Jun 1, 2020 at 6:49 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
So far, things had been going splendidly. Not so busy as to feel overwhelmed, nor so quiet to question the point of having set up the stall. Comfortably constant as she liked to think of it. Ysolde had just brought out a new box to top up one of their trays when she heard the familiar voice. Her father had left her in charge of the stall whilst he delivered a commission he had finished. At the sound of the familiar voice, Ysolde looked genuinely delighted to see the Goldrider there. "Fair skies to you, ma'am!" she said with a genuine and enthusiastic smile. "I hope you are enjoying walking the Gather - my father and I seem to be appealing to peoples' desire to purchase their fancies this turn."

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

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

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



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


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


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


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


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




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