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

Nutmeg
 

Giselle seemed to consider for a moment and as she did, it was clear that the man was under serious inspection. Whilst the man was clearly somewhat exuberant with his wording, it didn't have the slimy undertones of trying to just get his own way. There did seem to be a genuine enthusiasm there and she could appreciate that. "Well," she said finally, "It does appear that you've taken concerns regarding your wher to mind. What I would recommend is that you pay a visit to Tyne at the Weyr as she can assist with any training or general care concerns that you might have. Especially being a bronze. They're vain, impatient and easily bored even when they're having a good day. Plus she has her own gold as well as her own Hears All ability which can help put a stamp on things if you find he is being problematic. With our bronzes, much as with our golds, we also ask that you be willing to consider returning to the Hold if requested if it is identified that he be of particularly desirable stock. Again, this is something Tyne would be able to identify as we have been in liaison with her regarding her own firelizard work. Other than that, I don't see why there would be an issue in you having the egg that's caught your eye."


On Sun, Jul 19, 2020 at 2:14 PM Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:
"People like that probably shouldn't have a firelizard to start with," D'cul noted. "It brings into question just how well they'd care for the creature if they're insistent on acquiring a living being despite having questionable living conditions for it. That said, my weyr is comfortable, particularly craggy in places where a firelizard might enjoy hanging and climbing about, my wher is placid and won't hunt it, and my bronze is calm and stately. He, too, will refrain from eating a firelizard."

{{Should it behave,}} Seteieth murmured quietly to himself, not even letting D'cul hear.

"Ultimately, of course, the decision rests with you, Lady Giselle. May I purchase a firelizard, specifically the glimmering egg that caught my interest?"
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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)

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

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Making a note of what the man had picked up, Giselle pulled out a small invoice book from the cash pouch about her waist. Taking a moment to jot down what he had purchased, plus their price, she ripped out the small invoice and held it out to him. "That will be the full total. What I would strongly recommend is that you either take the egg back to your weyr now, or we can hold it for you until later in the day. If you choose to do that, we will remove it from sale with a marker as to who it belongs to.  But you'll need to collect it no later than a candlemark before sundown. We pack up a little earlier as we have to bed down the runners and exercise the whers when dusk hits."


On Sun, Jul 19, 2020 at 2:13 PM Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:
L'nix smiled easily, liking this woman and the knowledge that she had to impart. He couldn't imagine the power that he would have with a gold firelizard but made a note to attempt to acquire one one day. The more power that he had, the easier it might be to start his old dream up at this new Weyr. All he had to do was get along with Weyrwoman Kassia, but that was neither here nor there. Returning his fond expression to Giselle, he nodded along to her words. "I look forward to getting a personal experience with how firelizards are and how they behave. So, the egg and... I'll go with a crinkly toy to start with. How many marks will that be, Lady Giselle?"
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Ren's Crafters: Diagir (Whercraft), Reitz (Whercraft), Torinael (Healer), Ozfini (Healer)

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

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"Nothing silly about it," Tyne said with a shrug. "In fact most people don't even bother to take things like it into consideration until it's too late to do anything about it." It was very obvious that here in this place that she felt safe, she was confident and forthright, the walls of suspicion tempered by buoyant pride. In many ways, she was a wholly different person. "The very fact that you've stopped to ask is a good thing. It means you're thinking about her safety."


On Fri, Jul 17, 2020 at 5:59 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Nyzara read her voice, heard the honesty, nodded. A hand reached out, while the other stroked Flare.

"I'm greatful for your time with me and the silly questions you've answered. I truly appreciate it, Lady Tyne."

On Jul 17, 2020, at 11:26 AM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

"Hah." The short exclamation escaped her before she had chance to contain it. "You can try and entice her by making small, secluded spots using boxes, piles of furs and the like. But she's gold. If she's going to go off somewhere, she's going off somewhere. All you can do is try and convince her in the meantime that you're the better option." Tyne didn't see any point in beating about the wherry. Golds had minds of their own and they knew it. Regardless of their size. Tyne's voice retained that matter of fact tone. She wasn't being cruel, just honest. 

On Fri, Jul 17, 2020 at 4:41 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"What's the best method to make sure she doesn't hide this clutch?" Nyzara queried, her face open, her eyes honest. She wanted, and wondered, if they'd ever be more than at delicate odd with one another.

On Jul 3, 2020, at 1:07 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

It was tempting to be a little snide in her reply at first, a defensive reflex from the knowledge that this woman was likely using her Mindhealing training to analyse and assess everything she said, every move she made. Even if it was through her firelizard's eyes. It wasn't Nyzara's fault. Tyne just... didn't trust Mindhealers not to use every opportunity to get into her head. "Yes, more than once. More so when she was younger and stubbornly determined to hide her eggs. These days, no. She knows that her eggs are safer with me than they are anywhere else."

On Sat, Jun 27, 2020 at 6:20 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"You speak from experience? About the cliffface, I mean."

One hand stroked the gravid gold as she awaited the reserved woman's answer. It still bothered her that she had failed; no one had said as much, but she would; with Tyne.

On Jun 24, 2020, at 3:44 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

"So it sounds as though she's picked your office. That's potentially not ideal as she might cause problems for any patients you see. Some golds can get very possessive and outright defensive, especially if it's their first clutch." Tyne's voice was matter of fact and she shrugged a little nonchalantly. "They all have their own quirks but it's about finding a balance. I imagine she's picked there because you're there a lot. But at least you know where it is and aren't expected to somehow navigate up a cliff face."

On Sun, Jun 21, 2020 at 11:10 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
The Mindhealer actually blushed. A hand rose to stroke the gold as she admitted, "She was found nesting with the silliest items in my office the other morning."

On Jun 9, 2020, at 5:17 AM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

OoC: As the gold is her eyes, I'm assuming she's with her.

IC: A quick glance at the gold told Tyne all she needed to know. The obviously gravid gold would likely be clutching any time now. "First clutch I presume," she remarked as she wiped off her hands with a rag. There was dust everywhere. "Have you seen her nesting about your weyr at all? If she's planning to clutch in your weyr, then she will have already claimed a nesting site. If not, then she's picked it elsewhere and you need to find out where." As much as Bobbin nearly always clutched with Tyne at her side, there was the odd occasion where the fussy creature decided that somewhere else was better. And was promptly ratted out by the rest of the fair so Tyne could recover the clutch. Well, at least this wasn't some attempt to follow up to what could fairly be described as disastrous meeting.

On Sat, Jun 6, 2020 at 6:54 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"It's my gold, Flare," she explained. "She's almost ready to cluch and I'm looking for information on how and where I can direct her to clutch safely."

On Jun 4, 2020, at 4:22 AM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

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

"How can I help?"

On Mon, Jun 1, 2020 at 5:22 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
The mess of furs, clothing, and miscellaneous items that her beautiful Flare had used to try to nest in her office had brought something home to the Mindhealer. She needed help. She needed knowledge. She needed Tyne.

"Lady Tyne?" she called, pausing outside of the disused weyr that a Healer Apprentice had led her to.




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

Nutmeg
 

Giselle nodded as she listened, her face thoughtful as she considered what might work best for the situation she was presented with. "That sounds very sensible, and like you've put a lot of thought into this. Which means you've already impressed me more than the average buyer." It was by no means a loose compliment. Giselle soundly approved of people who had been careful and thoughtful in their decisions rather than making a commitment on a whim. "Firelizards miss their own fairs if they don't form their own version. Often when they Impress they make a bizarre variant involving humans, but if she's Bonded, she's potentially feeling a bit, well, a bit lost and not sure where she fits in. Firelizards seem to love children, I think it's the inherent playfulness - it seems to strike something of a chord in them."

She moved around the stall slightly, out of the way of another customer wanting to look at the stand of toys. "For green companionship, especially if you're thinking male, I would always recommend either blue or brown. Bronzes will ultimately always get distracted by a gold and whilst browns can at times, they're often so calm that they can't be doing with a gold's drama and just want a nice peaceful life."

On Sun, Jul 19, 2020 at 1:52 AM Alyx <scottish.wolfecary@...> wrote:
"Oh, Yes! That's it exactly. I mean she likes my weyrmate's boy. But the rest of us she kind of ignores unless it's dinner time. She doesn't fly too well and gets lonely, I think watching the other flits around the bowl playing. So I hoped getting one that actually looks to me, it'd keep her company more often than going off with the others. I..just am not sure what color to get. She's a lovely little green. Very pretty really even if she doesn't fly well. I almost think a little admirer would make her feel so much better."
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Re: Yes she's fully grown. No, we're not Weyrlings. (Dytha/D'jarin)

Nutmeg
 

Dytha could feel that beginnings of a catty remark forming in Ponth's thoughts and shushed it before the green had a chance to retort. Hmm. That would explain it. She was amazed that Ponth hadn't demanded Dytha paint her talons purple yet. "I'm surprised you're not all over him, dearest. You usually are by now." Her voice was a soft murmur for the green, pausing at Ponth's head to affectionately rub her eye ridge.

(( Well, he's not Vukoth, )) Ponth replied a little snittily and Dytha rolled her eyes. Oh the joys of rousing greens. "Well be nice. He's trying to be friendly. They wonder about you, you know that."

Moving towards the shallows, Dytha wrung out the rags she used to scoop off the excess soapsand lather. "Don't mind her, she's starting to get proddy. Which means she's snotty and rude. Normally she can't wait to tell the other dragons all about why she's the way she is." It was directed at both the bronze and his Rider, hopefully to intercept any hurt feeling before the newcomer had time to get offended.

On Fri, Jul 17, 2020 at 5:30 PM Steelsilver <theglitteryone2@...> wrote:
((Mine is simply my rider.)) Vizslath answered simply, faceted eyes gleaming in the dusk as he turned his head, regarding his rider. D'jarin gave the bronze's shoulder an absent pat before his attention was drawn up- taking in the small dragon before focusing on what had to be her rider. 

"Fair skies, green rider." He grunted in response. "Vizslath?" 

 ((I want to stay and talk.)) The bronze asserted. 



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Re: Guess Where I Was Yesterday? (Attn: Dytha/Mendl)

Nutmeg
 

Immediately Dytha could tell that something was going on. With an expression of mild bemusement, she glanced at Mendl, her lips curling slowly. "Unfortunately I gave it a miss. Chose a night of feet up and some fellis tea over trying to dance." She turned in her seat to face the Candidate, saying nothing for a moment as she inspected the girl, taking in her entire demeanour. "However I get the distinct impression that you're not actually remotely interested in the party." It wasn't an accusation, not the way the blue eyes twinkled. "And you're bouncing like you've been swimming in klah. You don't bounce. Ever."

Of course, she could completely appreciate that it was entirely possible that the girl was just over the moon with the news and for a moment, Dytha almost wished that she had had that experience herself but quickly shushed it. It was like wondering what it was like to feel the sun on your face for the first time after already having gotten used to it for turns.

On Sat, Jul 25, 2020 at 12:33 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
"Oh, there you are!" Mendl chirped, peeking into the prep room. She'd already tried several others, but the dragon Infirmary wasn't that big.

Okay, it was. At least, the enclaves where they kept the sick dragons were. And the outside-facing rooms that dragons could come into, if need be. Inclement weather was a way of life and neither human nor draconic wanted to be looked at in the cold, or wind, or rain.

She bounced into the room and pulled up a seat. Since Mendle had never bounced, or chirped, in her life, anyone who knew her would know something was up. She grabbed a few small, empty jars and began filling them with powdered willowbark. "So," she said casually, "how was the party?"


On Fri, Jul 24, 2020 at 10:48 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
It was hard not to feel the undertones of excitement that were trickling about the Weyr. Even Ponth was curious, demanding to know how ONE gold could have TWO gold eggs. It just didn't happen! She had started shift early that morning and with her feet playing up, had been set to dispensing assorted treatments and salves into bottles and jars. That way she could keep the weight off her feet and still be doing something productive.

She was tucked in one of the small prep rooms off the Infirmary, carefully measuring out the amounts she needed and funnelling them carefully into the jars. Oddly, she found the astringent smell about her to be rather comforting, making a mental note to keep one of the jars of numbweed to one side to be signed out for herself. She wasn't quite at the point of needing her crutch, but the dull and constant ache in her legs was somewhat alleviated by not spending the day running around.

On Mon, Jul 20, 2020 at 11:47 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Mendl got back to the Candidate Barracks tired, dirty...and elated. She would happily miss every party in the future if she got to experience this type of thing every time. Imagine! She saw all of Foreth's eggs laid. She saw the two gold eggs! She got to hold (well, briefly) one of the two gold eggs. 

Granted, she wouldn't wish this on Foreth ever again, but, well, shards and shells! 

She went into the bathing pool in the Barracks to wash off the dirt and fluids. She felt so grubby, but she didn't care. 

The pool in the Candidate Barracks was always the perfect temperature, but when Mendl fell asleep and fell under the water, spluttering her way back to air, she decided it was time to sleep. Some candidates were quietly talking; some were still at the party. She just wanted to go to bed.

*****
The next morning, the first thing she did was seek out Dytha. Her friend had to be dying to know what Mendl experienced!



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So This Happened... (Ay'shen/Ambrelli)

TrueTricia
 

OOC: Set just after the Gather.

IC: With the Weyr finally aware of Ilexeth's existence and the need to keep herself secreted away, Ambrelli had taken full advantage of the first few days by spending them in the Infirmary working, out for morning runs, and having some outdoor time with Z'go, Dytha, and R'bor.  But the end of the Gather had meant more people about the Weyr, and she felt the stares as surely as she ever had.  There were all sorts of rumors, and people naturally curious in her because of Ilexeth, soon learned too of her darker past.  She saw the mix of reactions reflected in faces as she walked about the Weyr.  In the Infirmary, it was better.  She was just the same JM dragonhealer she'd always been, albeit with a little dragon in tow.  It was a relief, in truth, to not be so hidden away anymore, and it also meant that she could reach out to a few of the other people she knew.

Like Ay'shen.  So it was that Maerck delivered a hand-written note inviting him to come not to her home weyr, but to the Infirmary weyr in which she currently resided.  She'd been missing him terribly, and if anyone would understand the stares she was now getting, Ay'shen would.  


Re: Welcome Party for a 'Craftling' ((All Weyrlings, WLMs, Ambrelli, Z'go, Dytha, and R'bor))

TrueTricia
 

She'd gotten settled into her wallow earlier, gotten Ilexeth settled as well, the little green more than eager and not nearly wanting to sleep.  Still, it was with a forceful mental push that Ambrelli got the grayish green settled to sleep.  Truth be told, she would have preferred to just settle into the wallow herself, curl up with Ilexeth, and awake a few days later.  But she couldn't.  WLM Ko'ssen had gone through much trouble to do this, and it wasn't just about her.  It was about everyone else, and all of that, in turn, affected Ilexeth.  Besides, it wasn't as if going to a party was the worst thing she'd ever forced herself to do.  But as Z'go said, was it a party of there wasn't wine?  

He'd promised her he'd come as well, though he normally was banned from the barracks.  She'd sensed a reticence in his demeanor to come in here, but she had not pushed him on it.  Theirs was a relationship built on blind trust, and she'd never asked him to explain himself before and she wasn't about to start now.  He'd been so good through all this, better than she'd hoped at first, well feared.  Besides, this was her issue, her anxiety that needed calming, and it was hers to bear with or without him.  She'd heard Dytha had been invited, along with R'bor.  She could have hoped Master Larsin would come as well, for she appreciated him very much.  He could have said no to all the plans and compromises that WLM Ko'ssen had made for her to continue her studies.  But he hadn't.  And she was more grateful to him than he could know.  

She was stalling, she realized, losing herself in thoughts rather than get dressed.  She'd debated briefly over what to wear.  Ko'ssen wanted her the centerpiece for this event, then so be it.  Quickly, she called for Maerck, the flit silent as commanded, even though he pressed against his mistress.  Ilexeth hadn't minded him, and the brown had split time between her and Z'go, enjoying the attention of both.  But here, in the Barracks, he was not allowed.  But he was also not a young ill-mannered flit, the brown being nearly 20 Turns, and he was well trained and listened.  Which was good, because Ambrelli sent him to fetch a few things from her weyr....

...And so a short time later, she showed up to her own party, dressed very much the part of the main event.  She wore a long dress, a white floral pattern on a field of mauve, with long flowing sleeves cuffed at the wrist, and a plunging neckline down to just a handspan above a gathered waistband.  On anyone else, it would have been scandalous, but Ambrelli's mild curves diminished the daring effect.  The fabric was finely woven, and the colors highlighted by the raw golden stones dipped in metal and hung from a chain about her neck.  Smaller petite versions hung about her ears, nearly hidden by her dark hair that was half gathered about her face.  She was stunning, and the finery she wore, while subtle, made clear that she was not an ordinary weyrling.  She was, after all, unexpected...


Re: Can You Help? atten: Calyse/Kashara

 

Calyse settled the stack of books against her side, cradling them with one arm. Hearing that Kashara had been born here made her eyebrows rise; what luck! She couldn't have hoped to run into anyone better - no one knew tunnels like a weyrbrat. 

"Me? Oh, there's.. there's not much to tell," she answered flatly, skipping once or twice to make up the distance until she was walking abreast of the other girl. "I'm from Benden, my parents are riders. They always wanted me to follow in their, um, footsteps, so I've been a candidate for, oh.. four or five Turns now. Can't stand them, though. M-My parents, I mean. They're just sooo overbearing. I had to get away. This Weyr was 'bout as far away as I could get."

Quietly, she added, "and my brother was here for a while."

On Fri, Jul 24, 2020, 5:23 AM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:

Calyse had only started getting used to the layout of the Weyr, and truth be told, many of the tunnels still seemed labyrinthine while she navigated through them. This meant she was lost nearly as often as she knew where she was, but she couldn't give up, wouldn't give up! She was near the Infirmary, of that Calyse was certain, though just precisely *how near* was beyond her.


When she spotted a girl moving through the halls wearing the same awful yellow uniform, Calyse felt a rush of relief. At least she would not be lost for very much longer. As she turned to approach, she noticed the crutches on which Kashara moved and blinked in surprise. "Oh! You're hurt!" She exclaimed before she could think better of it, clapping a hand over her mouth in embarrassment. "S-sorry, that's-- that's a terrible way to say hello."


“It’s okay,” Kashara assured her. “I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Kashara. You weren’t heading back to the Barracks, were you? Could you help me carry my books back?”


"Oh, um, I was actually, so I wouldn't mind at all." Calyse smiled faintly, a twitch at the corners of her lips as she reached to take the aforementioned books. "I'm Calyse. I-I'm a bit new still. Having a hard time navigating. Thought I might lose my, um, my mind before I found my way out again. As long as you know the way there, I can carry."


Kashara passed over the books and gave a little sigh of relief. It was still tough getting around and juggling books didn’t help.


“It takes a while to get used to here,” Kashara said. “Or so I’m told. I was born here. I’ll show you a shortcut, but tell me about yourself.”


She started off to lead the way.


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

 

Calyse didn't complain at his offer to join her, instead waving at him to follow - as much an invitation as he was going to get. She stopped just at the shoreline and began wringing out her clothes without disrobing. "At least he doesn't need towel," she remarked about Sixanth with a soft half-laugh.

"What was Impression like for you?" Calyse didn't bother with a smooth segue, jumping immediately to an interesting topic. Why bother with unnecessary small talk anyway!


On Tue, Jul 21, 2020, 9:27 AM Steelsilver <theglitteryone2@...> wrote:
K'sway followed, offering her a smile. "Alright then. Mind if I sit with you? For a little bit at least? Sixanth wants to swim anyways. He can rinse off." 


Re: That Was Intense! (Attn: Kashara/Mendl)

Laurie
 

Mendl partially grimaced and nodded. "I know. I've been taking care of Foreth's leg--she chases some of the other apprentices off. They need to understand they won't get very far in dragonhealing if they allow themselves to be bullied." She looked back to where Foreth was coddling her eggs. It was already obvious that she didn't care much about the others, only the two golds.

"The Weyrwoman, on the other hand..." She rolled her eyes. There may have been a truce going on during Foreth's ordeal, but now that it was over, she just knew Kassia would treat her with the same contempt she always did.



On Fri, Jul 24, 2020 at 10:52 AM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:
"Nice to meet you," Kashara said. "I'm Kashara. Thank you for helping with Foreth. She had a real hard time of it this go. I know both she and my mom are very appreciative, though don't feel too bad if neither actually show it."


Re: Guess Where I Was Yesterday? (Attn: Dytha/Mendl)

Laurie
 

"Oh, there you are!" Mendl chirped, peeking into the prep room. She'd already tried several others, but the dragon Infirmary wasn't that big.

Okay, it was. At least, the enclaves where they kept the sick dragons were. And the outside-facing rooms that dragons could come into, if need be. Inclement weather was a way of life and neither human nor draconic wanted to be looked at in the cold, or wind, or rain.

She bounced into the room and pulled up a seat. Since Mendle had never bounced, or chirped, in her life, anyone who knew her would know something was up. She grabbed a few small, empty jars and began filling them with powdered willowbark. "So," she said casually, "how was the party?"


On Fri, Jul 24, 2020 at 10:48 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
It was hard not to feel the undertones of excitement that were trickling about the Weyr. Even Ponth was curious, demanding to know how ONE gold could have TWO gold eggs. It just didn't happen! She had started shift early that morning and with her feet playing up, had been set to dispensing assorted treatments and salves into bottles and jars. That way she could keep the weight off her feet and still be doing something productive.

She was tucked in one of the small prep rooms off the Infirmary, carefully measuring out the amounts she needed and funnelling them carefully into the jars. Oddly, she found the astringent smell about her to be rather comforting, making a mental note to keep one of the jars of numbweed to one side to be signed out for herself. She wasn't quite at the point of needing her crutch, but the dull and constant ache in her legs was somewhat alleviated by not spending the day running around.

On Mon, Jul 20, 2020 at 11:47 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Mendl got back to the Candidate Barracks tired, dirty...and elated. She would happily miss every party in the future if she got to experience this type of thing every time. Imagine! She saw all of Foreth's eggs laid. She saw the two gold eggs! She got to hold (well, briefly) one of the two gold eggs. 

Granted, she wouldn't wish this on Foreth ever again, but, well, shards and shells! 

She went into the bathing pool in the Barracks to wash off the dirt and fluids. She felt so grubby, but she didn't care. 

The pool in the Candidate Barracks was always the perfect temperature, but when Mendl fell asleep and fell under the water, spluttering her way back to air, she decided it was time to sleep. Some candidates were quietly talking; some were still at the party. She just wanted to go to bed.

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The next morning, the first thing she did was seek out Dytha. Her friend had to be dying to know what Mendl experienced!



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Re: Sleepless Night Att: Andronda/D'jarin

Steelsilver
 

"I'm here." D'jarin called, not wanting to alarm whoever was approaching; he stayed seated, however, only lifted a hand in the gloom as a locator. "D'jarin of bronze Vizslath, ma'am." he added, because that voice had been definitely feminine. 

A glance up at the sky, and then he was sighing. He wished the blasted storm would just break already. 


Re: Eyes Open for Opportunity! (attn: Sehrael, Kashara)

Aaron
 

"And what do you think so far?" Kashara asked, always curious about the way new people saw the Weyr where she'd been born and grown up. The only time she'd ever been away was when they'd had to abandon the Weyr for the volcano. She couldn't imagine living anywhere else.

"So far, so good!" said Sehrael. "It's different, pushing me a bit further than the road does, that's for sure, but it's not hurting my feelings. You from around here, then?"


Cousin Time JP: Kashara/Andreya

sailyn2
 

It was the end of the day, about halfway through the evening free time and Andreya was exhausted from running around all day with everything she was trying to do. But she was still sitting at a table in one of the smaller study rooms, unfortunately without her normal mug of klah in front of her due to the heatwave, instead with a mug of juice sitting there with her as she sat with her head bent over her study materials. Her flits, both having learned early that when their person was studying that she preferred to focus on what she was doing without them pulling her attention, were out with the other flits of the Weyr. She could feel, in the background, that Elly was chattering at a brown flit while ‘Zar was annoying the pale green with his own mimicking of what she was going...and she could feel her green’s slowly building frustration with ‘Zar’s less than charming behavior.


Still, the pair of them (clutchmates who very much acted like brother and sister with the way they annoyed each other) were doing fine, so Andreya could focus on the material she was reading. There were a few other people scattered around the room, but they were all mostly quiet as they studied their own topics. 


Just finishing summarizing a paragraph into her notes, Andreya let out a small sigh and rubbed the back of her neck before she leaned back in her chair a moment. She’d already cleaned herself up after dinner, but instead of leaving her red hair to dry loose she’d braided it up and then bundled the mass of red hair up off her neck to hopefully catch a breeze. She had also already changed out of her candidate uniform into some more casual, but still pretty, outfit before bed. She wore a skirt, loose and flowing to her knees, and a slightly longer blouse style tunic that only had a wide belt around her hips to tighten the shirt down to her frame, and no other accessories and wearing only a pair of comfortable slippers. She was very much casual...for her anyway. 


Still sitting back, she took a moment to lift the mug up to her lips and sip at the juice, wishing that it wasn’t so hot so that she could have some klah without feeling like she was overheating.


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Kashara limped into the room carrying her books. She was off the crutches, but still working on getting her leg back to where it needed to be to officially Stand. For the time being she was unofficially still a Candidate while she spent more of her time with the dragonhealers and her homework from the dragonhealers was ever growing.


She smiled as she spotted her cousin. “Good evening, Andreya,” she said as she settled at the table. “How are you this evening? Had enough of the heat?”


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Swallowing the mouthful of juice she’d been drinking, she turned at the new arrival’s greeting and smiled in welcome. Putting her mug down, making sure to give the other girl plenty of room at the table as she adjusted where she’d spread her things out a bit while studying (that always happened and she just couldn’t help it!) Andreya replied with “Good evening yourself, Kashara.” Finished moving her things around, she settled back into her chair and added “I’m doing fine, and yes I’m very much ready for Arolos to go back to it’s *normal* amount of ever present sweltering heat, not this extra special heatwave.” With a smile still on her lips, concern was also present as she asked “And you? How are you doing now?”


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“Working on getting better,” Kashara said as she made herself comfortable. As she did so, Harmony flew in and sang a few notes in greeting before curling up in Kashara’s lap. “The dragonhealers sure keep me busy with homework when I’m not doing my physical therapy. What are you working on?”


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As Kashara said she was getting better, Andreya smiled gladly as the concern slid off her face. With the other candidate’s comment about what she was studying, Andreya nodded saying “Well, that makes sense. You switched from Beastcraft to Healing, so I’m sure part of the workload is you trying to catch up a bit.” Andreya smiled at the green as she appeared and sang a bit, admiring how pretty the sound had been.


Kashara’s question about what she was studying had Andreya replying confidently as she glanced down at all the different materials she had previously had spread around the table “It’s actually a bit of advanced politics lessons, like what gold-specific candidates learn. But I’m also studying dragon anatomy, just kinda switching between both topics when I need to take a break from one topic and let myself absorb what I was learning before moving further in that topic.”


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“You’re taking the gold-specific classes?” Kashara asked. Unless there was a gold egg on the Sands, those lessons were optional. Kashara had no desire to follow in her mother’s footsteps and she knew a lot of what went into the gold-hopeful classes from her own upbringing so she didn’t bother.


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Andreya nodded at the other girl’s question, explaining with a smile “I’ve got a lot of catching up to do, but even so...even though they are optional classes I’d rather be prepared for the possibility of a gold claiming me as Theirs the next time a gold egg is on the sands.” 


There, she explained *why* she was specifically taking the classes, a reasonable explanation, without gushing about how she was ‘destined for gold’ like a lot of the gold-only candidates did. She was open to all colors, and because she was she wanted to be prepared for any of them to call to her. 


And yes, she hoped it would be gold that found her, but she just as much hoped to be found by *any* color and not left on the Sands long enough to age out of Candidacy…


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“That’s a better answer than most give,” Kashara replied. “After that flight, I’m not betting on a gold this go around though but you never know. We’re getting closer to finding out, though. Is it getting unbearable dealing with my mom and Foreth while you help my mom out?”


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Andreya’s lips lifted up a bit at one corner at Kashara’s comment to her reply and she nodded understandingly as Andreya had a feeling what kind of replies girls who normally took ‘gold-specific’ lessons gave. 


As Kashara commented on the Flight, Andreya nodded and said “I’ve seen and read...that Flights and Clutches at Arolos have had a tendency to surprise, so who knows after this Flight. I can’t wait to know, to go through all the candidacy activity with eggs newly laid on the sands, instead of arriving as a Candidate not long before a Hatching.”


Kashara’s next question, about working with the Weyrwoman, caused Andreya to sit up slightly as she considered her reply, her eyes glancing around the room a moment to see who else was around and possibly in hearing range. After a moment, Andreya said “After Foreth’s initial ‘test’ she gave me, which I’m sure she’s given to anyone getting close to her lifemate, I’ve not had any problems with the Queen giving me attitude, and of course she’s loving this heat. I’m very much enjoying being Kassia’s helper/personal runner, even now.” 


That last bit was said with utter sincerity, even though both she and Kashara knew that a pregnant Kassia was...not as friendly as a non-pregnant Kassia. 


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“That’s good to hear,” Kashara said. She didn’t need to be able to read Andreya’s mind to know that her mother was probably being more difficult than usual. It’d been a long time, but she still remembered her mother being pregnant. “I love them both, but I know how they can be. Especially with them both being pregnant. The heat is a mixed blessing. It probably makes my mom harder to be around, but anything to make Foreth happy at this stage of her pregnancy is good.”


She returned to the topic of the Hatching. “But you’re right, we never know what will happen with clutches. Who knows what will happen with two possible sires. We’ll just have to see. And then everything does get busier. Some of the exercises before Hatching are fun. Others...not so much.”


She looked down though she couldn’t see her leg through her table. “The healers said I’m most likely to be able to Stand, but it depends on if I still have a bad limp or not. I keep hoping.”


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As Kashara mentioned the heat being a mixed blessing, Andreya nodded in agreement to Foreth being happy meaning Kassia was at least a *little* less grumpy due to Foreth being less grumpy. 


With the other candidate mentioning the upcoming Hatching exercises, Andreya tilted her head a bit and was about to ask something, but then the other girl mentioned her injury and the Harper-candidate couldn’t help the flash of a sympathetic look that crossed her face, thankfully when Kashara was looking down at the table, and offered up “Same here, that you don’t have a bad limp. It’s good the healers are optimistic about your ability to stand.” 


After that, hoping to lighten the other girl’s mood, Andreya asked “Which pre-Hatching exercises are you most looking forward to?”

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“They used to do a mock Impression with seven days taking care of a stuffed dragon,” Kashara said. “I hope they bring that back. Other than that, I’ve been through them all. If there’s somehow a gold, I look forward to mom’s lecture. It’s always hilarious to see the other girls’ reaction.”


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As Kashara talked about the mock Impression, Andreya nodded her head with a smile having already heard of this from Shalia and she also hoped it happened again...and not *entirely* because of being able to keep the stuffie after. But at mention of there being a lecture from Kassia if there was a gold, which she hoped there would be, Andreya looked curiously at the other candidate before replying “Yes, Shalia mentioned the mock Impression as she was giving me the ‘newbie candidate’ tour, and I’d love to be able to do that activity. But about the lecture from WW Kassia, and the...hilarious reactions. Reactions to, I’m assuming, her talking about what it really is like being a goldrider, as this lesson only happens if there is a gold egg. What causes these funny reactions with that topic?”

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“Girls who want a gold often go in just wanting the status symbol and the shiny dragon,” Kashara said. “They don’t think about the responsibility of their duties or what it’s like to have a gold gravid and then with eggs or to have such a strong willed dragon. A lot of girls still don’t believe it when they’re told or are just amazed.”


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As Andreya listened, her delicate eyebrows rose in surprise at how...unprepared those girls were thinking about golds as just ‘ohh, shiny’ instead of what they really meant. Giving a stunned shake of her head, Andreya said “I just...being that oblivious to that level of responsibility, that unprepared, is horrifying to think about considering that there is a chance one of those girls who are that desperate for a shiny dragon might actually impress the gold. That’s one of the things I’ve most enjoyed being Kassia’s assistant, getting a peek into what being a goldrider actually involves.”  


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“I think if you’ve never experienced it closely, you can’t really understand,” Kashara said. “Mom mentions the part about never having privacy, but leaves out the part where it’s dangerous. They never think about things like that even after mom was nearly stabbed at the Gather.”


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Andreya nodded at the first comment, understanding that there’s only so much someone on the ‘outside’ (meaning, not a goldrider or very closely associated) could know...but she thought at least being able to see a little bit while being Kassia’s assistant was better than not experiencing anything. As Kashara went on to mention the lack of privacy and then the danger, Andreya’s expression grew serious as she remembered the Gather and her worry for Kassia in the middle of all that panic. 


After a moment, Andreya replied with “I’m glad that your mom is actually ok, after the Gather. You’d think that would be fairly obvious for anyone who’s hoping for a gold, not just the danger but the lack of privacy. First, all the Arolos goldriders don’t just have guards but also whers, so that alone should show that there is a high concern for their safety. And privacy? Well, those girls hoping for a gold are mainly thinking about the status, so why would they not think about the consequences of that status too.” 


Andreya let out a small sigh as she finished with “It’s life changing that’s for sure, even more than Impressing any other color. So many more things to consider when you are hoping for gold than just their hide color.”


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“I have a glimpse because of growing up with my mom,” Kashara said. “And I imagine you do with working with her. But I know the only way you can really know it is to Impress. But my mom wants to try to open the girl’s eyes a bit before they go into it. And then it can make girls think twice. Not that she wants girls to not want to Impress gold, but it makes them think about greens and blues instead. Or even that Standing isn’t for them.”


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Andreya listened to her second cousin, nodding at first in agreement that Andreya had indeed gotten that glimpse as well as you could only really know when you impress. It made sense, after all, for Kassia to do her best to explain how things *really* were...not just to all the girls who were star-struck by a gold hide, but even to the girls who thought they knew and were prepared. Andreya was looking forward to this lesson with the Weyrwoman. 


As Kashara finished, Andreya nodded again saying “Very understandable. Better to have that information, as much as possible, before you impress so that you can make a fully informed decision...even if that decision is changing your mind about being a candidate altogether...than to just go in with blinders and then be hit with it all at Impression where there’s no going back to who you were before. I’m looking forward to this lesson with the Weyrwoman.”


After a moment considering, Andreya asked “So, Shalia has been pretty vocal about wanting blue only, so I assume she might not be at this lesson if it’s girls who are gold-hopefuls. Do you have a preference?”


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“I’m sure it’ll be soon,” Kashara said with a nod. “Better to warn girls now and give them a chance to decide not to Stand, in which case they probably won’t be allowed to see the eggs ahead of time.”

Kashara shrugged. “It depends on how my mom does it. She might do it for gold-hopefuls. Or maybe all the girls. I don’t know which. I do know that I want a green, but even though I know a lot more than the average person about what goldriders go through, I’ll still try to go either way. Of course, like I said, it might be to giggle at the reaction of some of the girls. But also because I want to Stand and if I Impress gold I’ll be happy even if I’m expecting a green.”


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As Kashara said this lesson would most likely be soon, Andreya nodded her head understandingly as that was a logical reason on why, after all. 


When Kashara explained that the lesson might not be *just* for the gold-hopefuls but for every single female candidate, Andreya’s eyes widened slightly at having every single female in the same room for a lesson before realizing that Kassia would probably have multiple of the same lessons to have smaller groups of girls...more manageable for when there were questions from the lesson. As Kashara explained she hoped for a green dragon more than any other color, Andreya again nodded before she grinned at the other girl saying she’d go to the lesson, not just for the opportunity for some amusement factor either. 


When Kashara finally said she’d be happy to impress Gold even if expecting a green, which was a much different reaction to Shalia saying she’d *run* if a gold looked her way, Andreya nodded thoughtfully before asking “And what about if a blue claimed you?”


After asking that, Andreya did add “For me, logically I could see myself Impressed to any color and based on sheer numbers green, or even blue, is more likely than gold. But, if I walked off the Sands with a blue I’d be...highly surprised at having been chosen as his lifemate just for the fact that they are male dragons. Having a guy voice in my head that is supposed to be the dragonic personification of, according to some Candidatemasters, your match...your missing piece? Yeah, that would be a big surprise, but that wouldn’t make me love him any less.”


After a pause she continued with “A gold though? Yes, so many girls are hoping for gold and while I count myself in that number it’s not for the same reason as those ‘star-struck’ other candidates. The politics and bureaucracy, the duties, putting others (an entire Weyr!) before yourself, being part of something *more* than just me...all of that on top of a gold’s strong will and forceful personality? It would be a dream worth working very hard for and striving to do right every day for those who goldriders lead, and an honor to be chosen as a gold’s lifemate.”


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Kashara nodded. “I agree with the possibility of Impressing blue. I can’t imagine my other half being male, but it could happen and I’d just have to adjust. Really though, I hope I get a green and save the blue for Shalia.”


She raised an eyebrow at her cousin. “You’re still crazy,” she teased. “I’d rather be a part of the wings that fight thread than the person that does all the paperwork. I don’t even understand Shalia’s desire to lead a wing.”


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As Kashara mirrored Andreya’s own thoughts about the possibility of a blue dragon being their match, the harper candidate nodded in firm agreement and then added with a smile “Yes, Shalia should totally get her blue. But you’re right, if a blue looked to me I’d adjust too...I mean, a blue is more unshakeable and emotionally stable than a green, not just emotion wrapped in a hide, so maybe if a blue did call me ‘Theirs’ that would be why I matched with one. So that, at least, I could see as a possibility.” 


At Kashara’s eyebrow raise and tease, Andreya just gave an amused shake of her head as she said “Paperwork doesn’t frighten me. It actually was a quite...enjoyable part of being a harper apprentice.” And then she couldn’t help the chuckle as she added “I don’t think Shalia had mentioned wanting to *lead* a wing to me...but if any girl was going to convince a brown that she was their lifemate, I’d think it would be her.”


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“They’re starting to use blues and greens in wingleader positions,” Kashara pointed out. “That wing of tiny dragons is led by a greenrider. I don’t know if you know him. His name is T’lack. He’s one of mom’s best friends. There have also been blueriders as Wing Seconds and Thirds. So maybe she’d get her dream.”


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As Kashara corrected her attempt at humor, thinking a brown would ever consider impressing to a *girl*, Andreya flushed slightly in embarrassment. And what’s worse is that she *had* met T’lack, enough to know he was one of Kassia’s friends, and he’d been the rider who’d spotted her rushing away from the Gather’s dance floor and gotten her back to the Weyr. She’d *known* that he was a Wingleader to the tiny dragon wing, but for the moment it had slipped her mind. 


Cheeks still pink, Andreya nodded as she lifted a hand to smooth down her hair saying “Right, of course I knew about Wing Seconds and Thirds being promoted from bluerider ranks, I was thinking of actual Wingleaders...and I have met T’lack actually, he’s the one who thankfully spotted me at the Gather, recognized me in the middle of all that panic, and got me back to the Weyr. I don’t know why it slipped from my mind that *he* was actually a Wingleader too. So yeah, she actually *could* get her chance to lead a wing someday.”


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“T’lack’s a good guy. A good painter, too, though I bet he doesn’t have as much time now.” Kashara tucked a strand of hair back behind her ear. “He does all sorts of paintings. Some of them...a bit risque.” She tried to block out the times she’d seen the ones he’d done of her mom and someone else. Way too many times. 


“The nice thing about not being a goldrider is that there is more time to pursue other things. I want to keep working with the dragonhealers once they let me.”


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Kashara talking about T’lack being a painter but not having much time had Andreya nodding in understanding as that made sense with him being a Wingleader. His time would now be taken up with that instead of painting. But before she could comment to that effect, Kashara went on to describe some of the paintings he’d done, and at the idea of a *risque* painting, which by necessity would need to have it’s subject in that risque pose for quite a while as the painter...well, actually sketched and then painted the pose caused a deep blush to brighten Andreya’s cheeks at the thought of being examined like *that* thoroughly enough to get painted. 


Giving herself a mental shake out of imagining that situation, when Kashara finished Andreya said “Yes, it makes sense he’d have less time to paint being Wingleader...just like any craft a goldrider might have been doing *before* impressing pretty much has to be stopped except as a rare hobby. I mean...I’d still try to sing and play when I can, even with the little time available if I impressed gold. But...but the trade off, the ability to do so much potential *good* as a goldrider, for me, makes the craft tradeoff worth it.” 


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“Even a goldrider needs something for herself,” Kashara says. “Mom is a fair sketcher herself and she takes time to sketch once in a while. A chance to do something that’s just for her and her enjoyment. But no, it’s not the same time wise.”


Personally Kashara thought her cousin was a little nuts for being so eager to potentially Impress a gold, but she supposed someone should and she was more likely aware of what she’d walk into than most girls.


“Speaking of time,” she said, looking back at her books. “I have some homework I need to catch up on. That’s what I get switching crafts this far through.”


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When Kashara actually mentioned that Kassia had time, even a little time, to herself for a hobby, Andreya actually smiled being relieved thinking that if the *Weyrwoman* of Arolos had even a little free time for a hobby that surely the other goldriders (once out of Weyrlinghood, of course) would have just a bit more free time than Kassia did. She did make a mental note to ask Kassia about her sketches as she was curious and would like to see what talent her cousin had.


As Kashara fell silent, Andreya was formulating a comment about Kassia sketching or having time as a goldrider, when the other candidate mentioned needing to get back to catching up on her studies. Nodding her head in agreement with a smile, Andreya responded with “Oh, I understand that very much. I didn’t *actually* switch crafts when I became a candidate, still doing the Harpercraft for my craft time...but with how much I had and still have to catch up on as a candidate...it feels like I did switch.” 


Andreya fell silent a moment before, conscious of the other girl’s still healing injury, Andreya offered with a helpful smile “Just let me know if you need a cup of klah or something and I’ll run to get it for you while we study.” And with that offer hanging in the air between the second-cousins, the Harper turned her gaze and focused back down at her own study materials.


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Re: That Was Intense! (Attn: Kashara/Mendl)

sailyn2
 

"Nice to meet you," Kashara said. "I'm Kashara. Thank you for helping with Foreth. She had a real hard time of it this go. I know both she and my mom are very appreciative, though don't feel too bad if neither actually show it."


Re: Eyes Open for Opportunity! (attn: Sehrael, Kashara)

sailyn2
 

"And what do you think so far?" Kashara asked, always curious about the way new people saw the Weyr where she'd been born and grown up. The only time she'd ever been away was when they'd had to abandon the Weyr for the volcano. She couldn't imagine living anywhere else.


Re: Guess Where I Was Yesterday? (Attn: Dytha/Mendl)

Nutmeg
 

It was hard not to feel the undertones of excitement that were trickling about the Weyr. Even Ponth was curious, demanding to know how ONE gold could have TWO gold eggs. It just didn't happen! She had started shift early that morning and with her feet playing up, had been set to dispensing assorted treatments and salves into bottles and jars. That way she could keep the weight off her feet and still be doing something productive.

She was tucked in one of the small prep rooms off the Infirmary, carefully measuring out the amounts she needed and funnelling them carefully into the jars. Oddly, she found the astringent smell about her to be rather comforting, making a mental note to keep one of the jars of numbweed to one side to be signed out for herself. She wasn't quite at the point of needing her crutch, but the dull and constant ache in her legs was somewhat alleviated by not spending the day running around.

On Mon, Jul 20, 2020 at 11:47 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Mendl got back to the Candidate Barracks tired, dirty...and elated. She would happily miss every party in the future if she got to experience this type of thing every time. Imagine! She saw all of Foreth's eggs laid. She saw the two gold eggs! She got to hold (well, briefly) one of the two gold eggs. 

Granted, she wouldn't wish this on Foreth ever again, but, well, shards and shells! 

She went into the bathing pool in the Barracks to wash off the dirt and fluids. She felt so grubby, but she didn't care. 

The pool in the Candidate Barracks was always the perfect temperature, but when Mendl fell asleep and fell under the water, spluttering her way back to air, she decided it was time to sleep. Some candidates were quietly talking; some were still at the party. She just wanted to go to bed.

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The next morning, the first thing she did was seek out Dytha. Her friend had to be dying to know what Mendl experienced!



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Re: [Hatching Feast] Long Way From Igen (attn: J'hen, Q'yon, Yennoy)

Mya L. R.
 

On Sat, Jul 4, 2020 at 5:35 PM Alyx <scottish.wolfecary@...> wrote:
As the lad scampered off for a treat with the energy of youth, J'hen turned back to his mother, gesturing to a nearby seat that was unoccupied. "Here, have a seat. Let things sink in a bit. I know it threw me for a bit too."

Sitting wouldn't sort out how this fit into her routine.  If it could fit into her routine, she had just altered it a Turn ago to include the fact that her son had been Searched off to the Weyr.  Yennoy rubbed her hands over her face vigorously.  "I...I don't know..."  Didn't know what to say, didn't know what to think.  She lowered the hands, at least far enough that they weren't covering her eyes, and stared at the seat.


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Re: Gotta Water the Paperwork (attn: J'hen, Qioyon)

Mya L. R.
 

On Sat, Jul 4, 2020 at 5:33 PM Alyx <scottish.wolfecary@...> wrote:
"Trust me lad, they will make sure you know if they dislike someone you think you might be fond of. Just hope whatever you end up with's not as much of a prankster as this brown lump. He loved leaving sharp rocks and the like in my furs when I was trying to get someone in them that he didn't care for." At the time J'hen had been awfully upset, but now? Looking back some 60 Turns later? Now it was funny, and he understood why his dragon hadn't liked that girl much at all.

Qioyon couldn't help grinning.  Eventually he might worry about upsetting someone he took to his furs, but he'd not really even considered something like that before.  "Did he do that a lot?"


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