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Behold His Glory (D'cul, Pompey)

Ren
 

It had been four days and D'cul had started checking his egg as frequently as he could until he saw it start to shake and heard the scratching inside. Once that started, he retrieved a bowl of meat from the stores and sat watching in nervous excitement. Seteieth hummed on his cot and even Ducar was roused from his constant chill trance to add his low voice to the mix. It was the same, Diagir had found found, watching all three draconics hatch. One for a lifemate, one for a guardian, and a third for a pet. He was lucky now that he thought about it. D'cul had two certified Callamere pets and one was a coveted bronze. This one.

Ducar sniffed when he smelled the meat and whined softly. {Car's smellin' some meat,} the brown stated in his deep and slow voice. D'cul smiled and had to laugh a little.

"Be good for our new friend and I'll give you what he doesn't eat, ok?"

{Yes, boss,} Ducar hummed and laid his head back down obediently.

D'cul snapped back to reality when a loud snap signaled the shell finally breaking open. Almost immediately a gleaming bronze head popped through with a shriek, his hunger clear in the three present and causing a bit of red to shoot through dragon and wher eyes to match the little hatchling. Immediately D'cul popped a bit inside the demanding maw even while the rest of the firelizard was still in the shell. Upon tasting blood, the frenzy began and the baby bronze beat at his shell with his lower limbs until his wings burst through and plopped wetly on the hearth. It took a minute for the boy to find his feet and in the mean time, Diagir kept feeding him gobbets of meat while thinking those familiar thoughts of love and welcome. He felt his other two Impressed friends doing the same (which was a surprise coming from Ducar) and sent them gratitude and approval. 

"Hello, beautiful," D'cul crooned to the hatchling. "I'm D'cul and I can't wait to be friends with you. Here, have plenty of meat. I've got enough for you here, more than you'll want." At the reminder, Ducar swung his tail side to side against the stone floor. "Yes, Ducar, I remember you. I won't forget our agreement. You're doing very well so far. Now, what to name our new little friend..."

The firelizard had slowed his eating, little stomach bulging, and was taking his time selecting bits to eat now. D'cul pulled the bowl of warm water close and began to gently wipe down the pale hide, marvelling at how glittery it was and how bright. "You remind me of Seteieth," he murmured softly while cleaning the firelizard. "All shine and wing. Will you have his same demenor? Will you want justice in this world and will you hate Thread?" Moving on to the oil, D'cul was careful to get all of the creature and even began humming himself. He wanted the bronze to feel as welcome as he could in his weyr and not to disappear.

Seteieth snorted as Ducar started in on the leftovers. {{I don't think that he could disappear if he wanted to,}} the big bronze pointed out. {{He's too full to go between now or fly. No, you did well. He's sleepy and content. Safe to say that Impression was a success.}}

Hearing the confirmation from his dragon, D'cul sat gently petting over his now sleeping firelizard and sighed softly. "Such a wonderful creature... I'll never cease to be amazed by dragon types. You're all so different but so amazing. I can't wait to see what he has in store for me."

{{He still needs a name.}}

"Hm... Pompey. The way he demanded his meat was so pompous... Pompey. Call it uninspired but I like the sound of it."
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Checking In (Diagir/Insera)

Ren
 

Diagir sat with Ziya's head in his lap, tracing over the lines on her face tenderly as the gold purred under his ministrations. He had a meeting with Insera soon to discuss his suspension and, to be honest, the man was nervous. Vainglory-now-Vedrarsk's bond break still weighed heavily on him though he was past the time of thinking that it would be best if she had died some way. It might be less on him. But no, those were bad thoughts and the wher was happy which was what mattered. Now he had his brown and his gold to think of and work with, which he had been. The pair was much calmer whenever he left now and Ziya didn't demand to go with him anymore.

{Ziya go?} The queen asked as if on cue. Diagir chuckled and tapped her nose.

"No, great one, stay here with Diagirsk," the handler quietly ordered. "I want to show Master Insera that we're all capable of being apart for lengths of time."

Ziya shighed but obeyed, trusting Diagir to be right. {Back soon?} Her wistful tone melted the man.

"As soon as I can be, sweetling," Diagir promised. "Now let me up so I can go."

With another sigh, Ziya moved her head and went to go lay in her own den. Diagir was pleased that she wasn't trying to lay with Diagirsk again- it showed she was back to being her independent self. He checked his uniform in the mirror he had, adjusted his knots and brushed back his hair, before being satisfied enough to leave.

In moments, he was knocking at Master Insera's office.
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Re: Twisted Logic (ATTN: Nyzara/Zy'fen)

Amy Frazey
 

Zy'fen nodded. "Alright. And congratulations on the clutch." He paused, "My blue flit is gone. He disappeared the day I got hurt." There was a mix of emotions in Zy'fen's voice and on his face, though Nizara couldn't see it. Regret that the firelizard had *betweened*, anger at the Thread that had forever changed his life, bitterness over that change, relief and gratitude that he was still alive, and that it hadn't been Nerenth who was lost. Confusion over what would happen to him now.


On Wed, May 20, 2020, 5:09 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Nyzara scented the smell of the infirmary far before she entered it. She might be a Mindhealer, but she'd never cared for the scent itself. Today she moved with the assistance of a Healer Apprentice and her cane, as her golden Flare was busy overseeing her clutch. THe thought made her smile.

With that smile in place, she entered Zy'fen's room. The cane swept back and forth until she found a seat presumably beside the bed.

"Good morning," she said.



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

Jenna Cunningham
 

Any effort, whether real or imagined, that went into S'ryll looking good was utterly lost on Asheran. What mattered to him right now was the man's rank. So when asked to come in - and already standing just inside the office - he stepped closer, though kept a respectful distance - the sort of distance men would keep between themselves, real men, bronze riding men.

"Candidate Asheran - senior apprentice, Tannercraft," he added the last as an afterthought, because he was proud of his accomplishments there, however meager it seemed beside a wingleader's rank. Then, on an impulse, he stuck out his hand. "I'm looking forward to working with you, sir."


Re: I'm Watching You {Kaji, Tyne}

Kouga
 

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.<<

Kawaii may have been the one to make a point to find her, but that
didn't mean he /actually/ welcomed her attention. He didn't flench
from her, but he clearly didn't return the greeting either instead
offering a light hiss. She hadn't come closer so it wasn't his
standard full hiss, but still it was very obviously a hiss. No his pet
was plenty to talk to he wasn't sure about talking to /her/ even if
the others liked her. He was stopped from farther contemplation when
Kaji moved and he turned his attention to his pet ~~Where going. What
looking.~~ He questioned watching his pet search the area around him.

The return of asking about his location cause him to look back at the
woman and pass Kaji an image of Tyne. He could see Kaji turn his
direction, but as long as his pet stayed there the little white flit
was going to stay here and watch her. He might in no way be sure of
her, but he still wanted to see her better. Kaji would just have to
come up here once he was done.

ooc: figure have Kaji come in next reply, but figured poor Tyne could
try to socalize with mr. anti social a bit first heh

*Kouga*

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Would you like some help? {Cl'rin, Tyne}

Kouga
 

Cl'rin would admit he had never known Tyne as well as he had Jayden.
Jayden had been the one to help him heal after everything that had
happened. She got him Gem, helped him impress the little flit, and if
not for her he still didn't know if he would have been in a good frame
of mind when Dollanth had found him that day on the sands.

Still he /had/ talked to her a few times and such you couldn't spend
time in training for that long in not. The problem though to him was
that he had never bothered to keep up with her after. While it might
seem silly to most to wait till now it seemed like a good idea to the
ACM to do it later rather than never, he just hoped he didn't step
wrong honestly.

He knew where her clinic was and waited till one of his half days
before gathering Gem and Fuzzy and making his way there. Gem was
content on his shoulder, but Fuzzy was wrapped around his arm
chittering and chirping happily as he ran the fingers of his other
hand along her back.

He paused at the entrance glancing around to see the work that had
been done so far before finally speaking "Hello? Tyne?" he called.

*Kouga*

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Meeting of accidental thieves {Qabil, Trifali}

Kouga
 

Qabil as usual was left to laundry duty, or rather laundry hauling
duty. She had a couple of empty baskets in her hands and shuffled her
way into the main laundry room mostly ignoreing the candidates in
there for craft time. Or rather she was until she spotted something
one of them had put down. It wasn't much, at least not to her, but to
the candidate it was probably something. She barely glanced at it
before looking around at the candidates, as she passed the trinket
unconsious habit had her pick it up and stash the small trinket
without her realizing she had done it.

She made it to where the candidates were filling the baskets and
settled down the empty one waiting on the one they were working on to
be full so she could take it to where it needed to be.

ooc: hope this works...

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Re: Big whoop, it's an Infirmary. (Dytha/Cremsden/I'des)

Steelsilver
 

I'des nodded to the Healer at the front desk, gave her a sunny smile and a half-salute. "Good morning." he greeted. "I'm, ah, here to get my scars checked? Make sure they're still healing right?" 


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

Steelsilver
 

"Not really." D'jarin answered, with a shrug. "Vizslath covered it. Dragon's happy and healthy, don't need to know past that." 

Vizslath snorted. ((Wherever would you be, if I didn't ask questions?)) he told his rider, turning his head to nudge D'jarin. The bronze rider huffed, gave his muzzle a push. "Must've been something else. Minding your own business and suddenly, dragon. Least Candidates expect it." 


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

Jessica Freise
 

"I'll take care of here," the Mindhealer said, rubbing her gold gently between the eyes. She took in a nervous breath and asked quietly, "Is it normal to be nervous?"

On Jul 30, 2020, at 4:49 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

"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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Big whoop, it's an Infirmary. (Dytha/I'des)

Nutmeg
 

OoC: Set approximately current, in-game date circa 8.28.7.25.

She was assisting in the "human" side of the Infirmary today, several Apprentices being out sick or something. Or playing hookie. Either way, she was sat at the reception desk picking through the files and allocating them. She was not on Infirmary trawl which was a saving grace. Her feet wouldn't have stood up. Literally. 

So she was the "front face" for the day, greeting anyone coming in, telling them to go away if necessary or if they actually were sick, finding someone to help with that.

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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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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!


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...

*Kouga*

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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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