Hope and Fear (ATTN: Trifali/Kassia)

Jessica Freise

The heat was unrelenting. Even in the evening, the lowering sun beat on the Weyrbowl. Trifali crossed it at a slow trot, headed for the slightly cooler area around the lake. She smiled when she picked a familiar face out and picked up her pace, heart beating fast.

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

Jessica Freise

"I love her and she is my world, both figuratively and literally," Nyzara said quietly. "I'd never want her hurt or uncomfortable or alone in this."

On Jul 25, 2020, at 5:03 AM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

"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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Opportune Conversations Over the Buffet Table ((Attn: Ko'ssen, Valesa))


It seemed...almost planned that Ko'ssen would run out of klah in his small office klah-pot right around the same time that his stomach rumbled, letting him know that he'd spent *much* too long in the office today. He'd had breakfast, but he'd been so focused he'd worked through lunch and now it was toward the end of dinner time when he unburied himself from his work enough to focus on the world around him. He slowly stretched in his chair, back popping as tense muscles and joints were pulled, and let out a yawn so wide his jaw sounded like it creaked. As he straightened up and let out a sigh of relief at the stretch, Ko'ssen decided he needed to follow his stomach's instructions and go and get some dinner. Then he'd be able to keep working. 

So, with the decision made, Ko'ssen quickly made his way out of the barracks and over to the dining hall. He headed through the large cavernous room to the buffet tables set up for dinner and, having skipped lunch, filled a plate with not just some meatrolls but a thick slab of roast herdbeast, some steamed mixed veggies, and a couple of fresh bread rolls. He'd even scooped into a bowl some thick meat and tuber stew. With that, he left the buffet table and headed to one of the small, back out of the way tables. On his way to the table he'd spotted, he asked one of the passing kitchen staff if they could please bring a small pitcher of chilled juice and a mug to his table, which earned the WLM a brisk nod. 

With that, Ko'ssen reached the table and before he could even tuck into his food the juice he'd asked for had arrived, which he thanked them for. Pouring himself a mug from the provided pitcher, he took a sip of the cold juice, letting it refresh him a bit in the heat, before setting the plate to one side and beginning on his bowl of stew. 

Re: Every Party Needs A Wallflower Att: Andronda/D'cul


"That's fair," D'cul nodded even as he was rebuffed as such. "Better to be proper and cautious than overbearing and rude. Please, Goldrider, if my presence is rude, I'd rather begone. I mostly came over to check how you are after what happened at the dance. I'm not here to try to curry favor for when Nykantiath rises, just concered for you."
Are you afraid of the dark? Come play in the Shadow...

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


"Maybe one day I'll look into a wher," L'nix mused even as he fetched the marks from his bag. "For now, I'm delighted to pay that price for such a fine-bred firelizard." As he spoke, he fished the marks out and handed them over before putting his now significantly lighter mark pouch away. "I'll go ahead and return it to my weyr now. I'm eager enough to have the little darling."
Are you afraid of the dark? Come play in the Shadow...

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


Relief and joy flooded D'cul, so strong that even Seteieth raised his head where he was sunning with a swift blue hue in his eyes. Swiftly composing himself, D'cul nodded with an honest smile. "Thank you, Lady Giselle. That's quite the honor since you're so sure this will be a bronze. I'm ready to pay now, and I assume that I should take the egg straight back to my weyr so it can stay warm?"
Are you afraid of the dark? Come play in the Shadow...

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


Koyo was strode quickly over to the crowd that'd been gathering around the dragons, with her sister still trailing more calmly behind her. "A blue and a green. I wonder if they're here to visit family here...or maybe they're Searchdragons." She said over her shoulder to Rionnon, though her attention quickly returned onto the pair of dragons, her pace slowing to a stop by the crowd.
"Hmm." Rionnon soon came to a stop beside her, humming thoughtfully
as she examined the dragons, her gaze intently sweeping over the light
blue colored dragon before moving onto the muscular green. "Come on,
if we're going to be staring we should greet them properly too." She
said while she began moving forward again working her way more toward
the front of the crowd.<<

Tanguyth rumbled happily at the small child that was chatting away at
him, always glad for a human to talk to even if this one sadly was a
bit young. After a few brief moments though the sprawled blue shifted
a bit searching the crowd, there was one here, he could feel them, but
where? {{Shacath do you see a new one?}} he questioned the green the
one problem with his position was that it did make it a bit harder to
spot newcomers to the group.

{{Yes my little blue. Do you want them?}}


With another croon towards Tanguyth's gathered little human she
reached out to Koyo and Rionnon {{Come here, my Tanguyth wants to see
you better.}} she told the woman. Shacath was by no means a search
dragon, but she knew her funny little blue, she knew that tone, he had
found one of the not riders. She didn't know which of the women it was
though so easier to just make both come here. She focused on the two
women as they moved through the crowd mentally and physically (gently
asking them to move over a bit or carefully nudging with her muzzle)
until the pair of females could get to her and her blue.


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


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.

When he arrived, Ay'shen rapped gently on the door frame and called in,

"Hello, Ambrelli? Illexeth?" What an unusual thing to happen to a healer. But then again. It had happened at Arolos before, he supposed. But he had stayed clear of that one. He had been from Fort, too.

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


"Couldn't tell you one way or another," Raelah admitted.  "I don't
have anything to do with that part of the troupe.  And I don't know
just what sort of contracts they have going on, to be honest.  But I'm
not opposed to passing along the message, if you want me to.  Might be
your family carries something our regular supplier doesn't.  Either
way, it's no bad thing to take a look at."

"I'd certainly appreciate the good word!" Sehrael said jovially. "I'd be happy to do the same if there are any good words you'd like me to send around. So, what's good around the weyr? What do weyrfolk do for fun?" There was, of course, a reputation out and about, but Sehrael doubted that was all there was to it.

Re: So, I Have An Idea... Att: R'tal/N'yx

Laura Walker

Well, that was fair.  And there was plenty of time to figure out that
bridge when they came to it.  N'yx wasn't ready to give up on the hope
of returning to fight Thread, if not soon, then at least someday down
the line.

"The healers seem to think I'm doing a lot better than when I first
came," N'yx answered.  "Seems your southern sun does wonders for
problems brought on by too much cold.  They said I could be out and
about, so long as I didn't push things too fast.  But, I'm at loose
ends as to what I could be doing."

"Hm." R'tal looked at him for a moment, considering. "Well, there's watch-riding, though that's hardly scintillating for a rider of working age, I know. We might try you on sweeps once you get comfortable with what you're doing; it gets you doing actual work without the urgency of what happens if you need to take an extra minute or two. Or, in the meantime there's-- hang on." He turned to look for the paper he wanted. Fortunately, thanks to Margana, it was easy to find. "Here we go. Candidate trip happening in a couple of sevendays. They wanted riders to accompany."


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

Re: It seemed like a good idea at the time! {Petiner, Kassia}


"Working with whelps is definitely a trial," Kassia said, taking no offense. "How old is he? How are you to doing?"
~"lo, pupwher~ Brogan said. ~Pupwher good pup?~ <<

"Yes Ma'am. It is.." Pet agreed readily pausing briefly as if
searching for a way to finish the thought "Not what I expected. He
will be a month old on the 26th he is one of Citruse's pups from her
last clutch."

((Yes! Good LilWher!)) The little blue agreed happily ignoring that he
in fact didn't always stay in their room when his Pet told him told
him to do so. He tried, and that was what counted right? ((Bigwher so
shin')) he added again distracted by how very shiny the larger wher
was and forgetting he was supposed to be staying by Pet he started to
creep forward to get closer to the bronze.

Pet could feel the moment the little blue got distracted and forgot he
was supposed to be staying still and repressed a shudder, it was so
odd and he wasn't sure how people learned to deal with this so easily
"No little wher." he informed the blue who paused one foot raised and
look back at him in what was probably supposed to be some sort of
innocent look. "Here by me, no where else." he informed him and the
little blue was clearly sulking as he moved the few steps back to his
place at the guard's side.

Once Petiner was sure the blue was settled again he returned his
attention to the Weyrwoman "I don't know how you all do it Ma'am." he
finally stated "How do you learn to deal with having something else in
your head? I thought it would be easy. So many people with
firelizards, whers, and even dragons and they make it look so easy. He
is not like me and it is hard. I don't understand him most of the
time." he confessed hoping she would have some sort of insite after
all she had both a wher and a dragon.


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Good Luck Can Be Uncomfortable (Attn: Reirel/Tamalak)


It had been three months since Tamalak's unexpected Impression to the tunnelwhere, Chato. The novelty for the other wherhandlers--both with and without whers--had worn off. Now he noticed that he was sometimes the recipient of dirty looks--usually when the others thought he wasn't looking.

This unfortunate circumstance had the detrimental side effect of turning him anti-social in the whercraft. When he wasn't needed for lessons or chores, he spent more and more time at the Weyr, where he was viewed as more of an oddity than as an object of envy. So when he saw someone heading towards him--Reirel, he thought--he put his head down and veered away.

~Why we go dis way?~ Chato asked.

"I'm avoiding people."


"They're jealous of you. They want to be the ones who have you and don't think I deserve you."

Chato sat. ~Dey can't have me. You all mine. Dey try, I bite.~ He showed his sharp teeth.

"No, you can't bite them. Then we'll both be in trouble."

By now, the other person was close enough to hear, if he so wanted to. Tamalak blushed, hoping he hadn't heard that last remark. Or any, for that matter.

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


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

"I'm mostly here to see you and Wysin," said Z'rain. "So I might go poke around, but I'll be here most of the day." He smiled, hoping to reassure her. He was OK at Igen. Better than he ever had been in his life. The only thing that would have made it better is if Bronwynn and Wysin were there with him. But they felt the same way about Arolos that he did about Igen.

"I'm going great, Wynn, honest. But I think I need to start making the time to come down to see you more often."

Re: Cloud Dancers Wing Assistant Interviews (wL S'ryll, Asheran)

Jenna Cunningham

Asheran rapped on the doorframe, then stepped inside the office. He'd taken the opportunity to grab one of the earlier timeslots as soon as the notices had gone up, and now here he was - right on time, though privately he had been trying to beg off craft duties and arrive early to make a good impression.

The twenty Turn old candidate still had dye stains on his hands from earlier, and the faint, sharply caustic smell of tanning solution clung to his - more or less - freshly laundered clothes. But it was the best he could do with the time he had available, between his extra studying in the archives, his rigorous exercise routine, and his Tannercraft apprenticeship.

"I'm here for the interview."

This Will Be Our Home (SA Ambrelli)


It was a sevenday before she was to move to the Barracks, a final transition to a true weyrling.  She was resigned to this fate as much as she could be.  Truth be told, she had prepared herself for worse.  Oh she made a big fuss about it all, and it was all true, but she'd been through much worse for much longer.  She could endure what she had to if she had to, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to try her best for reasonable accommodation.  And to be fair, they were giving her that.  She didn't need all the lessons a normal weyrling would, having first grown up in the Weyr, having lived in Weyrs her entire life, and also already being a journeyman -- should have been a senior by now -- just meant she didn't need a lot of the basic lessons that they rest of them did.  It wasn't so much that she was smarter than any of them -- she'd not met them all -- so much as just life experience that came with age.  Her knowledge on many of the first few months topics was already there, and despite a few holes, most of it involved things she already knew or had a good baseline.  Hence her assigned AWLM could simply get her through a sevenday's worth of lessons in a day.  She'd waste away mentally if forced to endure classes with youngsters half her age.  Not to mention, she hadn't chose this.  She hadn't even been in the room when Ilexeth had Hatched and Impression been made, Faranth figure that one out.  Weyrlinghood had been forced upon her, and that came with its own mental stress.  Not that she'd trade Ilexeth for all of Pern, but it didn't make it easy either.  Therefore, this accommodation acknowledged her own age, intelligence and knowledge, and balanced her mental health needs against the demands of a weyrling.  Truth be told, they'd struck a better balance than she'd had any right to hope for, despite having pushed for more.  She'd get some limited time in the Infirmary, at least until Ilexeth was older and the lessons less classroom based and more dragon and wing drills.  

But that didn't mean she was going to enjoy the move to the barracks.  All she could hope for was that sooner rather than later, she and Ilexeth would be allowed to return to her old weyr, the one she'd once shared with her family.  Z'go was going to move next door.  The ledge on hers was damaged and difficult for a dragon, and while not impossible to get on and off from for a dragon as small as Ilexeth surely would be, it had no room for sunning.  But with the weyr next door, her and Z'go could have a nice little suite.  She wouldn't be surprised if he'd managed to tunnel through the walls between.  But that was a ways off...

In the meantime, Ilexeth could still fit down the tunnels, and Ambrelli could still carry her, even if it was awkward and she was heavy now.  So it was one early morning that she woke Ilexeth and cajoled the little gray dragon into following her.  It took what seemed like forever, the walk long in the first place, and then the climb up the steps even longer.  They stopped to rest often, Ilexeth still not used to such physical exertion.  But eventually, just as the sun was peaking through with its first rays of light, did they make it to the top.  Cautiously, Ambrelli opened the door.  She took a moment, then bent down to Ilexeth.

"This was my home before you, Lexi.  I haven't been here since you Hatched really.  But I wanted you to see it, to see where I hope we'll come back to when you're older..." 

As if completely oblivious to the gravity of the moment, Ilexeth yawned.  Ambrelli rolled her eyes, stood, and entered her home, holding the glows out before her to light the way. 

It was as she remembered, rock piles still intact, the collapsed passage to the dragon's wallow half blocked.  There was an air of abandonment about the place, even if she'd only been gone a couple months.  A layer of fine dust was over everything, except for a wine cask in the corner, and some books on the shelf, remnants of her wine venture with Z'go.  On the shelf, there was the painting of her parents, Ranth, and her as a child, her innocent blue eyes full of hope and wonder.  

Ilexeth entered slowly, her eyes adjusting to the lower light and neck slunk lower to the ground.  She was tired, but she could sense from hers that this was an important moment.  Her whirling eyes took it all in, and she moved slowly about the scarce furniture, before moving over to a rock pile and sniffing it.  Dust rose in a small cloud at her breath, and she sneezed.  She looked around again, watching as Ambrelli moved about the space.

A squeak and a chirp broke the silence, as Merck appeared, the brown chattering at Ambrelli before landing near Ilexeth on a table.  He still stayed with Z'go most of the time, but he'd met Ilexeth, and she seemed amused by him more than anything, and he, like all the draconics that had met her, adored her.  She enjoyed his company too, and he hers.  He cocked his head and chirped at the little gray, before going and landing on her shoulder, curling himself around her neck and peering up at Ambrelli.  

<<This place seems sad,>> Ilexeth said finally, nosing the rock pile again.  <<Like something bad happened here...>>

Ambrelli turned to look at them, her little dragon and her flit, and moved over to the couch.  She sat down, patting the space beside her, trying not to cough at the dust that arose.  "Come here, Lexi."  The little green walked slowly over, and climbed onto the couch.  She barely fit now, her body length almost the same as Ambrelli was tall.  She laid her head on Ambrelli's lap, and Merck repositioned himself about Ambrelli's neck instead of the dragon's.  "Good girl.  Now I want you to look again..."  

This time, Ambrelli opened up her memories and shared them through their bond, of her father swinging a little girl through the air as she giggled.  Following her mother and father around, and then chasing a pet cat past the space where rockfall now partially blocked the opening to a bedroom.  Of a birthingday celebration, a little girl's cheeks puffy and happy as she opened a wooden dragon carving her father had made.  Ambrelli pointed, and Ilexeth looked up to the bookshelf, where the carving now sat covered in dust.  Of falling asleep as her mother sang to her in a chair next to the fireplace, her mother stroking her dark hair.  Another memory, this time of bronze Ranth out on the now-collapsed ledge, then visible in the wallow just past the rock fall Lexi had sniffed earlier.  Ambrelli curled up beside him with a chart of dragon anatomy beside her, practicing naming things on him.  Then of a small egg in the a box of sand on the fireplace, starting to shake, and a brown head slowly appearing from a crack.  Then back in the wallow, a slightly older girl now leaning against the bronze dragon, a little Merck asleep on her lap as she recited parts of the wing membrane.  Another one of her parents, celebrating her father's Impression day to Ranth long long ago in a different Weyr.  They were older now, the gray visible at her father's temples.  Her mother hugged him, and he put his arms around her shoulders.  Then he opened his gift from his daughter, now a young woman herself, her apprentice dragonhealer knots proudly displayed on her shoulder.  

This was her last memory of them here in this place.  Truly of them in general.  So many of them were fading away, these brief moments, these snipets, all she could remember now of her family.  And their faces were ageless, nearly identical to that in the painting, perhaps because that was the only way she could picture them anymore.  Ilexeth, sensing her emotions, brought her head up to Ambrelli's, and the woman leaned down to touch her forehead to her dragon's, something they'd done since Ilexeth had Hatched.

<<I see now.>> The little green said simply as Ambrelli's tears rolled down both their faces.  <<Yes, you are right.  This is home...>>  And Ambrelli's tears came all the more...

Today's Forcast: Death By Heat {Lor'ci, Hathayn}


It had been far too hot for far too long and it was wearing on
everyone now even him. While Lor'ci did his best to prepare for the
worst even he could only plan for so much. Still there was only so
much that could be avoided and bathing Koetith was not one that could
be. That meant that Lor'ci was currently down at the lake and had just
stepped back to look the blue over having him do a spin and lift his
wings to make sure Koe didn't have any patches. Most who had an idea
of who Lor'ci was were probably used to seeing Koetith 'dancing' at
the lake during bath time, but to anyone who didn't know his t might
look a bit off.

Lor'ci had never let it bother him though and after tilting his head a
bit he nodded and settled down his brush. "Go swim for a bit then come
back and dry off so we can oil you." He instructed the blue who only
then finally settled his wings and paused in his 'turning dance' once
he was facing the lake and shuffled out into it. Lor'ci watched the
blue dragon for a long moment before reaching down and pulled a skin
free of the sands and moving to a near by tree. He would allow his
blue mate some time to swim before making sure he came back to try so
that he could go ahead and oil him.

In the mean time having plenty to drink and avoiding as much direct
sun as he could for a moment was a greater concern.


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Cloud Dancers Wing Assistant Interviews (wL S'ryll, ANY)


OOC: Wingleader S'ryll is holding interviews for an assistant.  S'ryll is *allowing* Candidates to apply, but this is not an application for only Candidates; ANYONE that would have an IC ability to so do may apply.  He has coordinated with CM Nayari to make the 6 month determination, and any Candidate must have her approval before interviews.  A Candidate would have to prove that they could handle the time commitment.  For those newer Candidates still attending Candidate classes & harper lessons, vice those released to their Craft, this would take up the CHORE time block, and other obligations moved accordingly.  As to the time allotment, it won't be a full-time job, but it will require a probably a couple candlemarks a day.

For time purposes, this is fuzzied to about a month prior to the Clutching.

IC: S'ryll had posted notices up around the Weyr.  He was looking for an assistant to help out with the administrative tasks of the wing, some hide copying, ensuring that the files were neatly organized, update the calendar, and preferably, to have fresh klah in the mornings.  He was sure there would be other tasks, but these were what he could think of now.  He liked the idea of a potential hopeful Rider filling the role, as a kind of mentorship opportunity, so he'd gone and spoken with CM Nayari to make sure that he had her approval before allowing Candidates to interview.  That being said, at the end of the day, he cared most about getting things done, and if a young Candidate benefited as well, then all the better.  But he'd hold open interviews for anyone that wanted.  He remembered a grizzled old Rider back at HR, a man who'd been around for ages but had been injured Turns prior.  He and his dragon were far too old to do much, but the man had been full of so much knowledge and ideas.  They used to talk for candlemarks at dinners some sevendays.  He'd take someone like that in a heartbeat as well.

So he'd posted an interview sign-up sheet with time blocks, and today was the day.  He waited inside his office for the first one...

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I'm Watching You {Kaji, Tyne}


The little white had heard about her from others and seen her around
when he was with his pet, but hadn't bothered to actually do more than
that. Kaji was finishing some things though just over there and she
was cleaning what he had come to understand was meant to be a place
for his kind to be healed. He didn't know why they needed a specific
place, but well it was apparently a thing.

He shuffled a bit in his place on his stone perch offering the woman a
steady glare. IT wasn't anything personal by any means it was just who
he was. Still not satisfied with himself the tiny firelizard resettled
his wings once more watching Tyne. He knew there were others of his
kind around, but didn't much care about them right now, she was the
thing he had to know about and as long as his Kaji stayed right there
just where he could see her space and his pet's Kawaii was going to
watch her.

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Re: Yes she's fully grown. No, we're not Weyrlings. (Dytha/D'jarin)


"I don't mind." D'jarin gave the shortest answer, leaning against Vizslath. "Greens get proddy. So do golds. It's life." He paused. "Might be why Vizslath's not offended." Was that a joke? "That, and your green's interesting. Never met a past dragon before." A nod to Dytha.
A moment later, he added, "We can go if you'd rather. Don't want to intrude." Well , more than he had. Some riders liked being alone with their lifemates.

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


"We-ell," Mendl said, drawing the word out, but she couldn't take it anymore. 

"Foreth was having trouble, and you know how I've been taking care of her leg? Well, she told Kassia--I mean, the Weyrwoman--that if any healer-types were going to be in there, it was to be me." She beamed. Not only did the most powerful dragon in the Weyr like her, she asked for her. Specifically. And Mendl was having trouble just getting over that little fact.

On Sat, Jul 25, 2020 at 5:29 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
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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Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
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!