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

Nutmeg
 

"Well she's going to be uncomfortable," Tyne remarked with a short laugh. "She's going to be squeezing Faranth knows how many eggs through a very small hole. But on a serious  note, I would recommend you make sure you're spending time emphasising that places you'd be happier her clutching in are very safe, very secure places. She might take to the idea."


On Mon, Jul 27, 2020 at 5:38 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"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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Re: She's Always Like This ((Attn: S'nen, F'nel))

Steelsilver
 

What? 

Sekerth, for once not running through drills, or otherwise supervising (or pretending to supervise) other dragons, had sprawled out on just the right patch of warmth, a craggy rock near the Lake, when he registered that a green was addressing him. The brown's head lifted, eyes whirling slightly faster in startlement, before he rumbled and shifted over slightly- a wordless invitation. ((Hello, Lileth.)) he greeted, politely. ((I am Sekerth.)) 

Being a Wingsecond to the Skystrikers was a lot of work, and led to even less free time, but S'nen had accepted that when he'd volunteered for a ranking position. Today, however- today was simply too hot to spend another moment indoors, and so, with a sigh, he set aside his work for now and rose, stretched, before striding out to go find wherever that brown lump had decided to settle.

((Mine, there is a pretty green flirting with me.)) "So flirt back." S'nen just responded. 


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

Nutmeg
 

"You'll want to speak with my mother, Revai if a wher takes your fancy. But I would recommend not before a year to two years after your flit. Takes a while to get them trained up plus they need to mature." Taking the proffered marks, it took only a second of a practiced glance to assess the amount was correct before gesturing that he follow her to the tray he had been looking at. The pots kept stacked and ready to go, already half filled with sand. "This one, right?" she asked, gesturing to the egg L'nix had been looking at. "It'll be at least a good three to four days before you see any signs of hatching. So don't think you need to go home and watch her for every second!"


On Mon, Jul 27, 2020 at 1:22 PM Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:
"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."
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Re: GATHER: Callamere Stall - Firelizards (NPC Giselle/D'cul)

Nutmeg
 

"Yes, I would recommend at the very least, that you take it back to your weyr and set it up in a warm environment. We anticipate it will be at least three to four days before it shows signs of cracking so you won't need to sit and stare at it!" She was moving to the egg table, reaching under the surface for the pots they kept stacked and ready. It didn't take long to have the egg potted up, the top barely peeking out through the sand. "We can provide a satchel if you don't have anything to carry it in. We usually recommend it over carrying the pot directly. Too easy for accidents to happen."


On Mon, Jul 27, 2020 at 1:12 PM Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:
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?"
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Re: I'm Watching You {Kaji, Tyne}

Nutmeg
 

It felt as though she could clean one wall and only a short while later, it would already be covered in dust again. The sooner the doors were finally installed, the better things would be for everyone. The firelizards didn't care, they adored having a mountain of rags to run away with and rip to pieces in a corner somewhere. That she would need to sweep. Again. Stooping to pick up the bucket in order to toss the dirty water down the steps, Tyne paused when she felt the familiar prickle of, well, someone unfamiliar. She knew all of the faces that popped in regularly, her own fair notwithstanding. No, she wasn't sure she had met this one.

Feeling the mental stand, she tugged it gently in greeting, the same way she had felt the firelizards do when they were introducing themselves. It was very much an empathic nudge, edged with the cautious sensations of curious interest. Looking about her, it always reminded her of the child's game "hot and cold". It took a little longer than expected, not expecting to see the strangely coloured firelizard tucked away. "Hello," she said, fixing the white firelizard with her dark eyes.

On Sat, Jul 25, 2020 at 9:55 PM Kouga <hanjikouga@...> wrote:
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.

ooc: hope this works...

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

Nutmeg
 

Well, at least he wasn't offended. That was something at least. No doubt his bronze was feeding off the pheromones that Ponth was no doubt emitting and making the pair entirely more amiable. Well, it was better than confrontation. Dytha could argue until she was blue in the face but some days, she really wasn't feeling in the mood for it. Today was one of those days. She waved a hand noncommittally at his offer of leaving. "Eh. You're here now. Ask away. I'm sure you've got a hundred questions burning at the forefront of your brain."


On Sat, Jul 25, 2020 at 5:33 PM Steelsilver <theglitteryone2@...> wrote:
"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.



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She's Always Like This ((Attn: S'nen, F'nel))

 

The weather in Arolos was hot, but no worse than he remembered from Igen - save for the intense humidity here. That took adjusting to, and he raked his fingers through dark auburn hair as he stepped out into the Weyrbowl in a half-hearted attempt to comb the mess. Sweat *clung* to you here and that he was beginning to detest, his linen tunic already beginning to stick to his skin in just a few minutes of direct sunlight. His mood had been all over the place this morning, and as he listened to his dragon chatter in the back of his mind, he realized why. "Shells, you're going to rise again soon, aren't you?" He thought aloud with a groan - not eager to start his tenure at this new Weyr on that note. "We don't even know anyone yet!"

((I'm working on that.)) Lileth told him, returning her attention to the brown that had caught her eye. She stood up from where she had been sunning on the rocks and ambled toward Sekerth.

((Hello, handsome. Mind if I lay beside you? It's ever so lonely over there by myself.)) She crooned, tilting her head to allow whirling eyes a chance to explore the other dragon. That it enabled her to pose, crown raised and wings framing her slim form, standing like the queen she *thought* she was, didn't hurt. ((I am Lileth The Most Beautiful, but you may call me simply Lileth.))


Re: Can You Help? atten: Calyse/Kashara

 

Calyse hesitated, something like pain flashing across her face before she was able to compose herself. "He.. he did. His name was Selyon, you might have known him. He was a good person, had a lot of friends. Impressed a brown a few Turns ago, but he di-didn't graduate." 

Eager to change the subject, she asked hurriedly, "How about you? Got family here?"

On Mon, Jul 27, 2020, 2:23 PM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:
"I get that. About parents, I mean." Kashara smiled at the new girl. "Your brother? Did he Stand? Maybe I knew him."


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

 

Calyse had been a candidate for four Turns by the time she transferred south, arriving at Arolos a few sevendays prior with high marks in her previous lessons. She was proud of the effort she had invested, rarely doing anything that she didn't devote herself to completely. Shards, she suspected she could *teach* Candidate lessons by this point - and who looked forward to *chores*? It was for this reason when she saw the posting in search of an assistant that she decided to act upon it. This seemed like a good opportunity to get a glimpse at the work behind the scenes, what might be expected of her if she ever climbed high enough in a Wing. That it would consume her Chore candlemarks didn't hurt. 

When the time came, Calyse made her way to S'ryll's office with a small bundle of hides cradled in one arm. She'd made certain her gawdy uniform with its terrible colors was at least cleaned and neatly pressed, her straight hair as close to orderly in a neat bun that couldn't quite tame her humid frizz. Pausing to organize her hidework as much to collect her composure, Calyse rapped on the Wingleader's door. 

"Sir? Candidate Calyse here for our appointment."


On Sat, Jul 25, 2020, 2:38 PM TrueTricia <tricia.nicewicz@...> wrote:
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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Re: Opportune Conversations Over the Buffet Table ((Attn: Ko'ssen, Valesa))

Laurie
 

Lately Valesa had been wanting more. More what, she didn't know. While it didn't bring her down, she hadn't been quite as bubbly as normal. 

Maybe it was the eggs on the Sands. Ever Hatching, she remembered hers, where the earth moved, and all the dragons hatched at once. It was scary, but it was wonderful, with Elioth becoming hers. And maybe that was the thing: she wanted others to feel about their dragons the way she felt about hers.

{{Awww. You really like me,}} Elioth said, humor threaded through the words.

[[Well, yeah. It's been too quiet lately. I want to do something.]]

{{There are eggs on the Sands, and a Weyrlingmaster in the dining hall.}}

[[I'm too young. They won't take me seriously.]]

{{We've been together five Turns. Plenty of time to learn how to teach someone. Go. Zelenth's is in there.}}

That was an idea. While she'd rather talk to an assistant, talking to Ko'ssen would speed things up--for good or bad.

He was at an out of the way table. Perfect. She waited until he was almost done before walking up to him.

"Weyrlingmaster?" she said. Not exactly shyly; she wasn't a shy person. But with the right amount of respect.

On Mon, Jul 27, 2020 at 12:30 PM Rosiegirl <rosiegirl872@...> wrote:
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: So, I Have An Idea... Att: R'tal/N'yx

Jerzy Tobin
 

"Ask the Healers about it next visit too," R'tal advised. "Just in case they have concerns I'm not thinking of. But yes, that seems like a plan."
"I will, Sir," N'yx said, rising to his feet. "Thank you for making
time for this meeting."

He left R'tal to his work; heading out to get his own meetings in
order to get the ball rolling on his own tasks.

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Let's Talk (ATTN: Nyzara/Cremsden)

Jessica Freise
 

Nyzara sat in the break room, feeling the quiet sense of being alone. In her lap was her very gravid gold. She stroked the drowsing firelizard and simply breathed in and out, eyes closed as she relaxed. Then she felt more than heard someone enter as Flare rose up and chirped a greeting.

"Good afternoon," she said to the unknown person. Her gold might be grumpy and heavy with egg, but that was no reason to be rude. This time.


This Is Going to Be Twice as Fun JP Kassia/R'tal

sailyn2
 

After Kassia sent Mendl on her way, only Foreth and her eggs were in the Caverns with the male dragons and guards barring the way to anyone else. The next morning, however, Kassia walked out to Talith. 


“Can Yours come down when he has a chance?”


Talith had spent the night in a tremendously good mood, good enough that he was still feeling friendly towards Truenoth in the morning. It meant he was feeling entirely obliging to Kassia’s request. ((I’ll tell him to come immediately.))


“Thanks.” She smiled at him and gave him a fond pat. She, too, was in a good mood and his reply only helped her along. 


She headed to one of her guards with a flit and had him send along for food, then headed back inside to sit in the Stands and wait for the Weyrleader.


R’tal didn’t take long, although when he did arrive it was with his own tray of food. Evidently he didn’t trust Kassia to feed anybody.


“How’s Foreth this morning?” he greeted her, setting it down.


“Tired, but happy,” Kassia said as he joined her. She glanced at the tray. “Looks like we’re going to have a lot of food for breakfast. The Dining Hall should be sending some along.


Brogan raised his head from where he was laying nearby and since he wasn’t on duty he had no qualms walking up to R’tal and putting his head in his lap in an attempt to use cuteness to con food out of the Weyrleader.


R’tal scratched his eyeridges. “You ask your mistress, not me,” he told the wher. “She’s the one who gets looked at if you get fat. I already get enough for Ty.” Although honestly, probably not just because the wher was overweight.


“Go ahead,” Kassia said. “A small piece. He’s not going to get as much exercise as usual now that Foreth has laid her eggs.”


Foreth had been lying there with her chin on one of her legs and pretending to sleep, but now she lifted her head and the twin golds came into view where they were nestled in their place of privilege.


There was no ignoring that. R’tal gave a low whistle and stood for a better look, forgetting the scrap he still held in his hand for Brogan. “Well,” he said after a long moment just staring. “There’s a sight you don’t see every day.”


Brogan took advantage of the distraction to quickly but delicately extract the scrap of meat from R’tal’s hand and then he made his way around to put his head in Kassia’s lap instead.


“She’s very proud, obviously,” Kassia said, stroking Brogan’s head. “And I’m so excited, but scared if I’m honest.”


“Facing young you in duplicate?” R’tal asked, not taking his eyes off the eggs as he smiled with that tease. He offered Foreth a polite salute. “They’re lovely,” he told her politely. “May I come closer?”


“There’s that,” Kass said with a nod. “Two of them...” She lowered her voice. “Two Foreths.”


If Foreth overheard Kassia’s last comment, she didn’t react. She raised her head higher and watched him with a close, whirling eye. ((You may, but do not touch.))


“Wouldn’t dream of it,” R’tal reassured her. He walked closer slowly, ready to stop if she felt he was too near. His hands were safely clasped behind his back and he inspected the eggs in silence, studying the golden shells.


((My Dauthers will be the best,)) she told him. Never mind that she had two previous golden offspring. Nor that she had a clutch full of eggs of other colors incubating in the Sands and under her body.


“Talith agrees.” R’tal was smiling again; not that slight teasing smile but the wide grin that came when your dragon was pumping you full of pride and joy. “Congratulations, Foreth. Well done.”


She dipped her head in agreement and then pulled her eggs closer into her body again. Apparently show time was over.


Meanwhile Kassia was making quick work of a good portion of the food R’tal had brought. Her morning sickness was getting less better and less frequent and she was eager to get food in while she could. Every once in a while a couple of bites went to Brogan, but mostly it went into her belly.


“Someone’s feeling better,” R’tal noted, wandering back to the Stands. “How much of your nausea belonged to Foreth then?”


“Sorry.” She offered him a sheepish look, but didn’t stop eating. “It definitely might have been. Plus golds don’t eat as much when they have a Clutch on the Sands, which means less fish.” And thank Faranth for that. Kassia wasn’t  sure she’d ever eat fish again after all that time dealing with Foreth’s fish obsession.


He shrugged. “Second lot of food on its way. I won’t starve,” he reassured her. “And you can’t blame her for needing so much fish. Poor girl had a lot of eggs to grow. I’m only surprised she had room left for food in her stomach.”


“I have to give her props,” Kassia said. “I only have to carry one baby and she has to carry all those, including the two gold eggs. I’m just glad that everything has gone well so far.”


“Well, she had Talith a bit worried last night,” R’tal admitted as he sat back down. “You’d have had N’shen and I coming in to check on you but Truenoth felt we should wait politely outside.”


“She had me worried, too,” Kassia said. “Mendl, who’s been checking on her a lot lately, was a great help. She really likes Foreth and Foreth likes her, surprisingly.” She shrugged. “Whatever works.”


“Foreth is allowed to like people!” R’tal laughed at her, sneaking out a hand to snag a roll before Kassia could eat them all. “Not necessarily the people you want her to like but that’s dragons.”


“She just doesn’t usually like anyone that much.” Kass shrugged. “Some days I’m not even sure that she likes me, but she’s stuck with me so oh well.” She grinned to show she was kidding. Mostly. Sometimes the arguing between them almost made her wonder.


“So, what’s got you worried?” R’tal dropped his voice as he reached for his klah. Not that it would matter if Foreth chose to use her rider’s ears for listening with.


Kassia snagged another roll, but instead of just eating it she pulled pieces of it before eating them. She flicked her eyes to Foreth who was pretending to sleep again.


“I worry about how the golds and their riders are going to be and act,” Kassia said. “I know the last time this happened it was stressful. But mostly I worry about their safety. They’ll need guards, too. And that gets tricky with a class of other Weyrlings.” Her eyes went back to R’tal. “Are you sure we can’t find more guards from somewhere? Change their shifts around? Something?”


“I’ll see what I can do. Maybe if I ask around I can find a few from the bigger Holds or another Weyr wanting to move,” R’tal promised. “We have time until they hatch anyway. I just don’t want to take anyone who wanders in.”


“Yeah, I suppose we don’t need to rush that much,” Kassia said, though she still sounded worried. “And most likely what happened was a one off. Whoever did it, screwed it up. They won’t get another Gather to try again.”


“No-one comes in and goes out of the Weyr any more who hasn’t good reason to do so,” R’tal reassured her. “And if they do the guards are on it fast.”


Kassia finished the last piece of the roll and wiped her hands clean on a cloth from her pocket. “You’re right,” she agreed. “I just worry too much over things. Having Foreth with two gold eggs is already making me more stressed, on top of the pregnancy.”


“It’s good news.” R’tal turned a little in his seat to look at her. “We are allowed to have some from time to time. Just don’t copy her and have twins, hey?”


Kassia choked. “Bite your tongue,” she said, laying har hand over her belly which was just starting to show the barest of an added curve. “You get to birth them if I end up with twins. And nurse them.” 


“I think by the time we knew you had twins it might be a little late for me to help with the birthing,” R’tal said. “And I’d give them to someone who knew what they were doing to nurse. Margana or Shalia maybe.”


“I’m sure that Shalia would love to nurse her siblings,” Kassia said wryly. 


Just then the rest of the food arrived and it was a moment before they were settled again with a fresh plate of meatrolls, cheese, fruit, and bread. Kassia was happy to start eating from the renewed bounty.


“Wygelle used to set up her twins in the big closet off my office when she was a Weyrwoman. I imagine I’ll just do the same thing when I have this next one. Unless you wanted to open up a spot in your office?”


R’tal shrugged. “She has her own babies, what’s the difference? A baby’s a baby, surely.” He reached over, this time ensuring he got at least a little of the food. “Are you just planning to set the baby on top of the filing or clean it out first?”


“I’ve got I’des working with me on my paperwork, so I’m hoping he’ll get me organized enough that I can move more of the files to remote storage. Or I’ll just shove it in the offices of the junior goldriders.” She shrugged as she grabbed a red berry. “We’ll make it work. And if Andreya or Trifali doesn’t Impress, I’ll find out if they’re any good at babysitting duties.”


“Seriously though, would you consider a wetnurse?” R’tal asked. “There’s surely someone due to give birth at a similar time. It might help.”


“I can keep an eye out,” Kassia said. “I’m getting a bit old to doing the nursing myself, but it has to be someone I trust, too. I’m not handing my baby over to just anyone. Maybe Brogan can learn to hold a bottle or something.”


“Unfortunately he’s unlikely to be so helpful as to grow nipples though,” R’tal said drily. “Really though, it’s a Weyr, sometimes it feels like a good quarter of all females in it are pregnant. Someone you like must be.”


“Fine, I’ll look.” Kassia shoved a berry into her mouth and made a face. “In the meantime I’m hoping Brogan will grow those nipples for me. What else is a wher for? Isn’t that what Ty’s for? Doing the things you need? Chasing off flits? Surely, it’s the same.”

What Brogan was currently for was begging, apparently, as he’d inched his way back around to try to get into R’tal’s lap again.


“You could always switch to a female guard who’s got a baby,” R’tal mused. “Don’t we have any of those.” He rubbed the top of Brogan’s head but held the plate away from him. “Nice to see you too, but I’m hungry.”


“That might work,” Kassia conceded. “Brogan, stop bothering him. Get over here.”

Brogan snorted in frustration and withdrew to crawl back to Kassia’s side where he laid down with his head on his paws with an exaggerated huff which Kassia ignored.


“I’m really going to have my hands full with a new baby and gold weyrlings to train,” Kassia said with a sigh. “What timing.”


“So let your juniors do some of the training,” R’tal said, not seeing the problem there. “No juniors, two gold Weyrlings. And if one of them turns out to be small you in disguise then you either step in or we exile her to Arolos Island until she’s bearable, whichever seems better on the day.”


“I’m not sure Andronda knows enough about what she’s doing yet,” Kassia said doubtfully. “Or maybe I’m just having trouble letting go, as usual. I don’t like the idea of not being in on their education. If that goes wrong, that’s on me.” She wondered vaguely if Laranna had ever felt that way about her.


“Bleh bleh bleh, oversight rather than micromanagement, don’t make me send K’ren to talk to you about delegation.” R’tal waved a hand airily. “Look, say you have a regular green Weyrling. They progress to the Weyrling Wing then one Fall between into the middle of DireFlame. Wipe out a good chunk of the wing while we try to fix that. Do you feel responsible?”


“No, but a gold and a greenrider are different things,” Kassia said. She lightened up a little and her lips pulled up a little. “Think of all the paperwork that could go badly.”


“Mmhm. And a greenrider might be, but you get enough of the young bronzes hearing the wrong message and.. Well, we both know how that can end.” He didn’t even say the word ‘Fort’; it felt like bad luck to do so. “You’ve been delegating for turns already. This is just.. Like WeyrlingMaster training. One on one.” He smiled at her. “And the good news is, I suspect neither Andronda nor Delysia are likely to sleep with their pupils.”


Kassia stuck her tongue out at him, very mature like. “I could have easily found a woman AWLM in the right situation, but luckily that’s not likely to be a problem for whoever else we get. Besides, I really am just that irresistible.” She batted her eyes at him.


“Bet you a mark you can’t sleep with another goldrider.” Apparently yes, the conversation had reached that maturity level.


“I was stupid enough to sleep with my AWLM as a child, but I’m not stupid enough to sleep with one of my goldriders,” Kassia pointed out. “And sleeping with someone from a different Weyr is a bad idea. But are we counting previous instances?” She grinned.


“Faranth, I feel like this conversation needs more alcohol.” R’tal laughed, and nudged her foot lightly with his own. “Go on then, since I feel like I’ve lost that mark already.”


“Wygelle and I did once,” Kassia said, plunking a berry off the tray and popping it in her mouth. “It was one of those freak accident things and not something we’d have done again.” She shrugged. “Can I have my mark?”


“You can have your mark,” R’tal agreed. “Tomorrow. When I actually have my beltpouch.” He paused. “..Who was Weyrwoman at the time?”


“Wygelle was.” Kassia took one last piece of food from the tray. She leaned back on her hands and stretched out her legs instead. “Not planning on trying to do the same with anyone here now, but Wygelle and I were always pretty close. When we weren’t driving each other crazy.”


“So, I’m just saying that sleeping with one of your goldriders has precedent.” He was teasing again, content to have prodded her into a more relaxed mood.


“So I shouldn’t feel bad if it happens again?” Kassia grinned and poked him. “I don’t think I’m giving you permission to freely sleep with the other goldriders, though. Sleeping with goldriders is bad, you know. They do things like end up pregnant and cranky.”


“I wouldn’t dream of it. I’ve never had it end well - and I’ve probably slept with more than my fair share.” Thanks to Talith, he really really had. “Particularly with Wygelle, frankly. That wasn’t fun for anyone.”


“Have you ever had a Weyrwoman you’ve not butted heads with?” Kassia half-teased. She did feel a small bit of sympathy with the man who kept having to deal with so many different strong-headed and dominant women and still kept things moving forward.


R’tal paused to consider that seriously. “Laranna,” he said finally. “Laranna I tended to be in agreement on.” He shrugged. “Really though, I don’t mind butting heads. You explode, then you talk it through. Wygelle wanted us to be nice at each other but also for her to have her own way. That was harder.”


“I’m not that good at pretending,” Kassia said. “That fake-nicey stuff doesn’t work for me. I’d rather just get the fight over with and figure out what we’re going to do about it. I didn’t interact enough with Laranna beyond my early angry ‘everyone’s-out-to-get-me’ turns to have much of an opinion there. Mostly she was just the person who was trying to make me do things I didn’t want to do.”


“Yeah. Well. You gave us a common enemy which helped.” He grinned at her again then. “She was all right. Sensible type.”


“I’m so glad I could give you two reasons to bond. That was my whole goal in life. You and the whole Weyrling Master staff, too.” Kassia grinned back, happily taking the ribbing. Foreth having clutched and clutched so well having helped a lot of her stress temporarily. “I can be assured you’ve never accused me of being a ‘sensible type’, however.”


“No. I describe you as being whole-hearted in whatever you decide, and sometimes that’s brilliant and sometimes it’s not because once you’ve got a decision made in your head you’re stubborn as the Red Star itself on doubling down on it,” R’tal said. “There are worse ways to lead.”


“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Kass said with a snort. “Close enough.”


Foreth grumbled and pulled her eggs in tighter.


“I think that’s lazy gold speak for ‘I want to be left alone now’,” Kassia said. “We’ll pick this up tomorrow?”


“Tomorrow,” R’tal agreed, standing. “But-- make sure you invite N’shen over today to see them too. He deserves a look.”


“I will,” Kassia promised.


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

TrueTricia
 

S'ryll looked up at the knock.  Good, his first time slot was on time, so at least this was off to a good start.  He was casually dressed, but, as S'ryll often joked, he could make a rag look good.  He didn't pay particular attention to details, and yet they seemed to come together.  Truth be told, he tended to buy simple clothes of good quality fabric, so that when he threw on random things, they just looked good because they were made to be that way.  He brushed his hands through his longer hair out of habit, sweepign the not-quite shoulder length thick dark hair back.

"Come in," he said..


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

Laura Walker
 

"Ask the Healers about it next visit too," R'tal advised. "Just in case they have concerns I'm not thinking of. But yes, that seems like a plan."


On Tue, Jul 28, 2020 at 10:00 PM Jerzy Tobin <jerzytobin@...> wrote:
> "Pop your head into the Candidate Barracks," R'tal said. "They'll probably have a quick chat just so they know who you are but you can tell them I sent you."
>
"Alright, then, I'll do that.  And as for the watch-riding or sweep
riding, I'd not mind doing sweeps.  It's something active, at least.
After this trip, maybe we can meet again and see about that?"

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

Whizzy: Jerzy
Aim: Yue146





--

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: Sleepless Night Att: Andronda/D'jarin

Jerzy Tobin
 

"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.
Andronda saw the small wave not too far away, and with that bit of
movement, spotted the outline of the man sitting down not too far from
where Pochi had stopped her. He hadn't sounded too annoyed by her
presence, so after reassuring Pochi that this was okay, she continued
forward, albeit slower than before. Mostly so that Pochi got a chance
to calm down before they reached him, since the wherpup was picking up
on her nerves, it seemed.

"Good evening to you, bronze rider D'jarin," Andronda said, once she
could see the man more clearly. She was without her knots, but she
doubted that there were too many people in the Weyr who went around
with guards trailing after them. "I see I am not the only one unable
to find sleep."

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

Whizzy: Jerzy
Aim: Yue146


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

Jerzy Tobin
 

"Pop your head into the Candidate Barracks," R'tal said. "They'll probably have a quick chat just so they know who you are but you can tell them I sent you."
"Alright, then, I'll do that. And as for the watch-riding or sweep
riding, I'd not mind doing sweeps. It's something active, at least.
After this trip, maybe we can meet again and see about that?"

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

Whizzy: Jerzy
Aim: Yue146


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

Jerzy Tobin
 

"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."
'You and every other bronze rider' Andronda thought silently, lips
tightening into a thin line. It wasn't his fault, she told herself.
And he may very well be honest in his motives, but... Well, Andronda
was far more accustomed to people like D'cul making nice to her to do
just that - curry favor. Her Weyrlingmaster and Weyrwoman had been
right in one regard for sure - when you rode a gold, you never could
really tell who was being nice to you because they were being nice, or
because they wanted something from you because you had a gold. If
anything, the fact that he was telling her that he wasn't looking for
favor only made her more certain that he probably *was* even if he
himself didn't realize it. Perhaps his bronze was putting pressure on
him; Nykantiath did that to her, so why couldn't a bronze to so to his
own rider as well?

"My apologies, D'cul. I don't mean to be so snappish. The heat, I
think, has gotten to me more than I would like to admit. I thank you
for your concern, but I assure you, I am fine."

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

Whizzy: Jerzy
Aim: Yue146


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

Laura Walker
 

"Pop your head into the Candidate Barracks," R'tal said. "They'll probably have a quick chat just so they know who you are but you can tell them I sent you."


On Tue, Jul 28, 2020 at 9:34 PM Jerzy Tobin <jerzytobin@...> wrote:
> "Oh, just something crafted to give the rest of the Weyr a bit of peace." R'tal grinned. "It's not too exciting but you could view it as a bit of holiday perhaps, and a chance to get used to the heat. You take the kids out - we need enough dragons to get them out there - and then help out where needed, whether that's by keeping an eye to make sure they don't do anything utterly stupid or running them back to the Infirmary if needed."
>
Well, it sounded nice, if not necessarily very exciting. At the same
time, though, it was a chance to explore his new home, and, as R'tal
said, get used to the heat.  Maybe he could convince Bl'by to come
with him.

"That doesn't sound too bad of a thing to jump in on," N'yx said with
a nod.  "Sure, why not?  Where do I sign up?"



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

Whizzy: Jerzy
Aim: Yue146





--

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

Jerzy Tobin
 

"Oh, just something crafted to give the rest of the Weyr a bit of peace." R'tal grinned. "It's not too exciting but you could view it as a bit of holiday perhaps, and a chance to get used to the heat. You take the kids out - we need enough dragons to get them out there - and then help out where needed, whether that's by keeping an eye to make sure they don't do anything utterly stupid or running them back to the Infirmary if needed."
Well, it sounded nice, if not necessarily very exciting. At the same
time, though, it was a chance to explore his new home, and, as R'tal
said, get used to the heat. Maybe he could convince Bl'by to come
with him.

"That doesn't sound too bad of a thing to jump in on," N'yx said with
a nod. "Sure, why not? Where do I sign up?"



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

Whizzy: Jerzy
Aim: Yue146