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

Kouga
 

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...<<

Borriga had actually skimmed over the notice the first time and nearly
walked by it. It was only as he started moving that the words finally
registered and he moved back to properly read the note. He had been
enjoying being a harper, well as much as he enjoyed anything else, ir
wasn't quite as much as he had hopped it would be honestly. He had
been advised though that those tales that were told were sometime just
that tales, and other times took being in a rank above his own. He had
tried to asuage his uncertainty, but talks just hadn't helped so far
and the longer it went on the more it seemed like something was
missing and maybe this was it?

Borri cocked his head at the notice before nodding to himself and
putting down his name.

On the proper time and date he had taken a bit of extra care in his
uniform before he showed up and paused to once more looking over
himself before knocking.

*Kouga*

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

Kouga
 

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...<<

Ziekyn had debated after she saw the notice, but in the end decided
she needed to do it. She still couldn't be a rider, knew that she
couldn't do that to a dragon, but she could help her mama this way, or
well her mama's old wing and the wing Uncle Sh'in was in. That decided
she had put her name down after talking to the runners to find a time
she could be free to go.

So it was that she showed up just a couple of moments early, uniform
changed into a clean one, and her knots perfectly in place. After a
final glance at her clothing she nodded to herself and knocked on the
Wingleader's door.

*Kouga*

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Lunch For Two! (atten: Ko'ssen)

Steelsilver
 

Meisteth was sunning himself on the ledge nearest to where he knew his rider, half an eye on the Weyrlings just in case, but the rest of his attention firmly on his rider. ((You know he might be busy.)) The blue commented, as J'zat did his best to balance two trays. 

"Yes, I know." 

((You know he might have already eaten.)) 

"Then you and Rizo get a little bit extra food, don't ya?" 

((You know-)) "I know a lotta stuff, Meisteth, it's fine. Go flirt with a green or something, Faranth!" 

Arriving at the Weyrling Master's door, hands full, J'zat kicked lightly at it instead. "AWLM J'zat here with lunch sir!"


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

Rosiegirl
 

Sitting there at an out of the way table in the Dining Hall instead of his office, Ko’ssen was actually very surprised that he’d managed *nearly* a full meal without interruption. He was just finishing up the last of the roast herdbeast and steamed tubers when he heard a respectful voice asking after him. 

 

Pulling his head up, focusing not on the plates in front of him but on the tall, pretty, young woman, a greenrider based on her knots, who had approached the table he was sitting at, Ko’ssen straightened up even as he raised a napkin to wipe off his hands and then wipe at his mouth. It only took a moment cleaning up before he was saying politely as he gave a wave of his hand in silent invitation toward the seat across from him “Yes. How can I help you, Miss..?”



((OOC: Apologies for how short this reply is! Ko'ssen just...is surprised by a random greenrider approaching him and has no idea why she sought him out. Which was the plan. *grins*))

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On Sat, Aug 1, 2020 at 7:42 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
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On Wed, Jul 29, 2020 at 7:38 PM Laurie Hicks <laurie.lynne@...> wrote:
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. 


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Re: In Need of Ice ((Attn: T'rifoshe, Andreya))

Rosiegirl
 

At T'rif's words, Andreya felt herself relax as she realized they'd be able to help with whatever problem Foreth was having clutching her eggs. With her bronze flit looking down at her before perching on her shoulder, Andreya watched her dad slip through the crowd until he disappeared before she walked with a slight limp (from running barefoot) over to one of the chairs and sat down a fair bit less gracefully than she'd have preferred. The message was passed along, so now she could sit for a moment and recover herself before she joined the celebration, excitement beginning to surge through her again as she sat there thinking about the gold egg on the sands. 

((OOC: This is now open for any who want to come chat with an exhausted Andreya...))

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On Sun, Jul 19, 2020 at 12:10 PM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:

With the flit hanging around, T'rif wasn't entirely surprised when Andreya came to find him. He smiled as he spotted her and then turned serious at her news. "We're on it. Thank you, Andreya."

T'rif slipped away to let the other ACMs know where he was going and then he was rushing to meet up with Kasheth so that they could run the errand.


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Re: Gather Dance: Garden Variety Homicide! ((Attn: T'quinn, Calyse))

Rosiegirl
 

At Calyse’s question, T’quinn nodded in confirmation even as he listened to the rest of her comments. He smiled back, reassuringly, at her smile but he could see she was struggling with the heat. Hoping to help, he offered “I’ll ask around a bit more, and if I find out more about who this tailor is and if they’ve actually done what I heard mentioned I’ll be sure to send a note with the info to the barracks for you. If...if you’re really struggling hard in the heat, I’m sure you can talk to Candidatemaster Nayari. She seemed very nice and understanding, so maybe she’ll make some accommodations for you, in regards to the physical lessons and training...at least until you get a chance to get a bit more used to the heat here.” 

 

T’quinn was pleased when it seemed like she was coming a bit more out of her shell as she talked, and listened politely as she spoke, taking care to keep guiding her through the dance. As she talked about the unusualness of seeing whers all over the place, T’quinn nodded in agreement before responding with “They’ve actually...had great amounts of success in breeding whers for specific purposes and traits, to actually make them more easily trainable, for one thing. I looked into the different things that have been done with whers, when I first got to the Weyr and saw how numerous they were. And, studying them and the different types of whers that have been developed helped ease my concern over them greatly.”

 

As the talk moved onto having a dragon, T’quinn heard the longing tone in Calyse’s voice and hoped he hadn’t upset her with talking about Aeliseth...sometimes he could just gush and gush without realizing it, especially about his brown. As she said crowds make her uncomfortable, his eyebrows rose in surprise. When she finished her questions, T’quinn started with “Crowds make you uncomfortable? Well, I never would have known that with the way you walked up to me so boldly and asked me to dance. Thank you, by the way.” He said that last bit with a full smile down at her before continuing on with a softly spoken “I...always felt awkward before too at large gatherings, just never felt like I belonged there, and still do on occasion, but not so much with Aeliseth now because I’m never alone. It’s like..well, he feels like the best part of me, actually. Your parents were right. Anyone can be *talked* to by a dragon, but being able to feel them, and they you...for them to always just...know, unless you make the effort to shield them from something specific. Let me tell you, it makes it *so* hard to surprise your dragon when they can just pull it from your thoughts and know it.” 

 

He finished his explanation right as it was time to guide Calyse through a twirl in the dance, and it was just as he was twirling her that suddenly there was screaming from another part of the dancefloor, and this scream was clearly *not* from the excitement of the dance. Reacting on reflex, T’quinn spun to put himself between Calyse and whoever was screaming, his arms tightening around Calyse and pulling her suddenly close against his chest as if that would keep her out of whatever danger had caused someone to scream. 

 

Hardly more than a couple heartbeats after that initial scream, there were some more shouts, commands, and more screams as the music abruptly stopped. Suddenly there were shouts, clearly heard now with the music stopped, to clear the dancefloor. T’quinn, holding Calyse close against him still, felt the shift in the crowd as panic began to spread and his heart beat fast in his chest as he looked down at Calyse saying in a rush “I’ll help keep you safe, get you back to the Weyr. Aeliseth can take us. You trust me?” Even with the crowd beginning to shift and scream around them, T’quinn wanted to make sure and protect his dance partner but it would be easier to get them somewhere safe if he knew she was going to follow his lead.



((OOC: I hope the movements with Calyse that T'quinn does once the screaming starts are ok with you. If they are not, please let me know and I'll adjust what he does.))



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On Mon, Jul 13, 2020 at 6:04 PM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
"A lighter fabric?" Calyse wasn't entirely sure what that would entail, but the concept was intriguing - especially when even the candidate uniforms felt like blankets in the heat. A smile appeared fleetingly on her face, but the set of her brows made it clear she was still suffering. "I hope they hurry. I'll have to save up my marks to make sure I get some when it's made, n-not totally sure I'll survive the weather otherwise. Maybe they will let me commission a uniform out of it, if-if I'm lucky." 

Swaying with his lead, the longer the dance went on, the easier it became for her to follow. Turns past her lessons had been, but T'quinn was an excellent guide and the muscle memory was beginning to take over.  His eyes seemed kind by her measure, at least when hers weren't darting elsewhere. "That's the other thing," she agreed with a growing enthusiasm marking her words.  "Watchwhers everywhere. Folk treat them like pets, walking them around the bowl on leashes. I've seen them near dusk and dawn." Having revealed accidentally that she slept poorly by implication, she hurriedly went on. "Smaller ones, too. They're usually so big up North, and never do you see so many in one place. They're.. a little frightening, to be honest." 

Listening to him speak of his first Gather with a dragon in his mind evoked a nagging feeling of envy. Would she ever share that sensation? "That sounds lovely," she said at last, unable to hide the wistful tone of voice. "Crowded places make me a little.. uncomfortable, I think, but maybe with a dragon it wouldn't be so intolerable. ...What *is* it like?" The look she returned to him had become slightly sorrowful for her question. "My parents always said there was nothing like it, that it's more that just hearing them in your head. You.. you feel them, too. You know their thoughts and they know yours. Is it really that way?"



On Tue, Jun 23, 2020, 9:54 PM Rosiegirl <rosiegirl872@...> wrote:
T'quinn continued to smoothly lead Calyse through the steps of the dance, his movements more graceful than he believed them to be, and when he felt her following him easily T'quinn smiled down at her. Looking down at her, he noticed that the candidate's eyes darted toward their feet a few times but he didn't bring attention to it. Instead, he continued his careful, well-practiced steps through the dance as he kept his hand placed respectfully at her waist. At her reply, T'quinn's face showed surprise at just how much of a new arrival she was. Her comment, complaint, about the heat earned her a nod of understanding as he noticed that she was just a bit warm even now. 

As she began to talk about the Gather, T'quinn caught the flatness in her voice and a concerned look crossed his face at wondering if she'd not really enjoyed herself. He nodded silently at her comment, before smiling at her comment about the overabundance of flits and the Harpers' entertainment. At her comment about the Benden wine, he grinned understandingly. 

When she looked up and met his eyes at her return question, the brown weyrling didn't realize she'd been making a point not to meet his eyes whenever she glanced up at his face and he took a moment to lead them through a series of steps before he replied with "Just under a sevenday? And from the North too, quite a difference here. I grew up in the South, but spent 4 turns up North and when I returned it felt like I had to get used to the heat all over again. I believe I heard, however, from one of the weyrlings...that one of the tailors at the Weyr has been working toward a lighter more breathable fabric type and has had some success in that area for keeping people cooler. That doesn't, of course, help with the air being so humid, but it's something at least."

T'quinn took a moment to sway them through a couple more steps as he compared his turns in the North with the South on what Calyse might be going through with the adjustment living here. After a moment of consideration he continued with "It does seem like everyone has a flit, or three, hanging off them. And the popularity of whers has been increasing too, which I know is probably very different from what you're used to from the North. I agree though that nothing beats a Benden wine, although there's a couple here that come close." T'quinn said that last bit with a small smile down at her.

Returning to her question about his own Gather experience and if there's something she needed to make sure and see, T'quinn let out a small chuckle as he said "Yes, this Gather's been good for me. This Gather was my first with Aeliseth in the back of my head wanting to see everything with me...and with Aeliseth's unusual fondness toward runners I ended up spending more time than I have in the past at the runner pens...both before and after watching the Arolos Cup. And he was with me as I looked over the vendor stalls too, asking all kinds of questions and wanting to learn. So it was very much a different experience from past Gathers." 

Pausing a moment to consider, still leading them smoothly, T'quinn said "Well, with you having only just arrived you might not have discovered just how much better certain foods are here because of our crops. Fruits, pastries, and other sweets our cooks get to experiment with a bit more and so can develop new, delicious culinary creations a lot easier. And, with all the wild herds, various meats are more readily available too. And the South has developed several different wines that, I think, very nearly compare with Benden's wine...although beer and rum is still better from the North." 

T'quinn paused in his thoughts to step them around a couple who were dancing quite a bit closer and more intimately than he and Calyse were, before finishing with "Oh! We do also have some very fine woodcrafters, due to the South's overabundance of trees, but we have some surprisingly good glasscrafters too." 

On Sat, Jun 13, 2020 at 7:00 PM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
Calyse would not have at the self-doubt at war with T'quinn's confidence, for his movements were sure and measured. His innuendo had inspired the quirk of one flaxen brow, but the severity of her face began to soften as the music started. It was a pleasant surprised to have no trouble keeping pace with him, his form practiced, his steps well-placed, his positioning carefully controlled. True to his word, her toes were mercifully stomp-free.  

Though her own movements began stiffly, she found the tempo and those dancing lessons her parents had insisted on finally paid off. They did love their fancy parties; couldn't stand to let their children *embarrass* them, and so Calyse did not embarrass her current partner either. She followed his lead with practiced motions, though her eyes did occasionally dart toward their feet as if unsure she remembered the steps herself. There was comfort in the familiar, at the very least. 

"Not long, little under a sevenday," she answered honestly, her gaze continuing to flitter between T'quinn's face and her own feet. "It's very hot here. I guess I should have known, and the humidity makes me feel like I'm swimming through the air." By the sound of it, she wasn't having a great time, and the thin sheen of sweat on her skin was proof. "The Gather has been... nice," her flat voice made the statement seem sarcastic, but the truth wasn't so simple. "Packed. Lots of people." She didn't seem to like that, but continued fondly. "More firelizards than I've seen in my life. You have good Harpers down here, decent music." She absently observed. "Better wine in back Benden, though.."

As if realizing belatedly that it was her turn to inquire about him, Calyse finally looked him in the eyes. "How about you? See anything I should be sure not to miss?"


On Tue, Jun 9, 2020, 6:18 PM Rosiegirl <rosiegirl872@...> wrote:

With her smaller hand in his, T’quinn grasped her hand gently in his as he led her smoothly onto the dance floor. As he walked, he self-consciously ran his other hand through his hair trying to smooth it back a bit out of the way. With her introduction, T’quinn turned his head to glance at her with a friendly smile, thinking he’d seen a hint of a smile on her own lips. At her other words, he did finally see a smile light up her eyes even though it was very brief on her face. Dipping his head a little he replied with “Likewise, Candidate Calyse.”

 

Stopping in a space between some other couples, when T’quinn turned to Calyse and she stepped up close to him confidently he had a moment where his brain went ‘What the shells do you think you’re doing? Trying to join in and dance like everyone else? You’re going to screw this up too!’. But then he felt the ever present love coming from Aeliseth and he quickly pulled himself out of those negative thoughts.

 

As she laid her hand on his shoulder, keeping her hand in his, T’quinn shifted his grip on her hand to get their arms into a slightly better position as he’d learned at the Harper Hall and then put his other palm lightly resting on her waist. He didn’t pull her closer, keeping them at the distance she’d set, her plain, conservative clothes and her body language as she settled into a dancing pose hinting that this girl had a bit of a conservative Holder attitude still. He wondered how long she’d been at the Weyr, but her blunt not at all playful question T’quinn bit back the joking comment he might have made. Instead he considered his reply before saying honestly “I’ve never had any complaints before.” Totally not even catching the innuendo in his previous words, T’quinn continued with “But I assure you, your toes will be safe.”

 

Just then the harpers on stage began the first notes of the song, not too fast a song but also not such a slow one they’d just be swaying along to. T’quinn took a moment to get the rhythm of the beat before giving her a small nod of ‘Are you ready?’ and then beginning to lead the candidate in the steps with only the slightest of pressure on her waist to direct her. He was considerate and careful of his movements, keeping that conventional distance between them instead of having her plastered against his front like some of the other couples around them just as he kept his hand light on her waist without moving it anywhere unexpected. And while he’d been humble in his statements, not believing himself to be much good at dancing, he was actually a pretty good dancer. It seemed all his clumsiness and awkwardness faded away on the dance floor, as if it had been surpassed by the dancing lessons he’d had at the Harper Hall, so that even though *he* still thought he was not a good dancer, his body moved them both smoothly through the steps with a grace he didn’t recognize he had. 

 

As he led her through the steps, he curiously asked what he believed to be an easy topic “So Calyse, have you been at the Weyr long? And have you enjoyed this Gather so far?”



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On Tue, Jun 9, 2020 at 7:34 PM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
Calyse place her smaller hand in his when offered, following obediently in his wake toward the dancefloor. His long fingers drew her eyes while thoughts turned inward. A shy man was not what she had expected, the stuttering reply rather disarming. Up close with that barely tamed haircut, there was a roguish quality to him that made his stumble seem all the more curious. Did he *not know* he cleaned up so nicely in that vest? Perhaps that was it, she reasoned. It made her wonder how he usually presented himself. 

He began introductions far more smoothly and the minor success made the edge of Calyse's lips twitch near a smile. "Calyse," she answered. "Just Calyse. Candidate," was added as an afterthought. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Weyrling T'quinn of brown Aeliseth." The smile finally appeared on her face, lighting up her blue eyes before vanishing again as quickly as it arrived. 

As they came to a halt in the open space among the other dancers, Calyse stepped near him with more confidence than she felt. The hand he held remained in his grasp while her other settled on his opposing shoulder in a fairly conventional pose. "Are you any good at this?" She asked bluntly without the pretense of playfulness. 


On Tue, Jun 9, 2020, 1:33 AM Rosiegirl <rosiegirl872@...> wrote:

Looking out at the dancers while at the same time looking for Wycker, T’quinn didn’t notice he’d become someone’s focus until she was standing directly in front of him. Before she’d even greeted him, his startled brown eyes had focused on her. Her greeting earned her a dip of his head and smile, but as he lifted his head and her pretty blue eyes caught his gaze with an unusual intensity the greeting he’d have voiced didn’t make it past his lips. 

 

And then her very direct question, a request to dance from someone he’d never met before, caused his eyebrows to rise and his mouth to drop in surprise as he stuttered out sounding quite awkward “Um, me? Oh, um..sure. Of course.” Glancing around for a place to put his drink, still quite flabbergasted that *he’d* been asked, he put his mug of juice down with a slightly less than graceful ‘thunk’ before turning to the girl asking him to brave the dance floor with her. 

 

As he looked at her, this time he looked beyond those intense blue eyes to her, her so pale blond hair, the runner necklace, and the white blouse and deep red skirt that looked quite plain and conservative next to some of the more...daring outfits of the Weyr inhabitants. His eyes lingered on the runner necklace for a very brief moment, but it was long enough for his brown to catch and send him a pleased {{Ohh, I like her. Make sure not to step on her toes while dancing, Mine!}}. T’quinn sent back a feeling of exasperated love even as he held out his hand to her to lead her out onto the floor while he asked politely “I’m Weyrling T’quinn of brown Aeliseth. And who do I have the honor of dancing with this evening?” His earlier stutter and moment of surprise had cleared enough for this to sound just a bit less awkward.



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On Tue, Jun 9, 2020 at 1:51 AM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
Calyse stood on the sidelines among others milling about while they sought dance partners. Lady's choice, they'd said, and this put her in the unfortunate position of having to approach someone. Pull yourself together, she thought silently while her eyes swept the room. It was her first southern Gather and the event had not disappointed, though she found herself feeling guilty for enjoying the festivities. She wasn't here for fun, she was here to keep up appearances. She didn't even like parties on this scale and her discomfort showed in her guarded posture with arms folded beneath her bosom, in the way she fidgeted from foot to foot. 

She hadn't come south with many pretty dresses as they tended to remind her of her mother, and so she had dressed fairly plainly. In place of garish candidate yellows, Calyse wore a loose white silk blouse tucked into the waistband of her flowing floor-length skirt made of fine linen itself dyed a deep, dark red. There were no real accessories beyond a tiny, golden runner pendant that dangled from her neck on a chain, a gift from her brother she was rarely without. Candidate knots hung on her shoulder almost like an afterthought.  Her light blonde hair had been twisted into a bun at the base of her skull, but stray strands were already beginning to escape. Each she noticed was tucked carefully back into place, but not even Calyse could fend off the frizz of southern humidity. 

She caught sight of a young man with cup in hand lingering on the edge of the dancefloor, watching like herself while he tapped to the beat. Her first assessment of him at a distance was favorable, well-dressed and handsome in a sort of boyish way. Taller than she was, too, by the look of it, which never hurt. Calyse made the decision then and there, moving abruptly with strides full of purpose. She cut along the outer edge of the dancers, approaching T'quinn without a moment of hesitation. 

When she came to stop directly in front of him, there could be no doubt as to her target. "Fair skies," she greeted him flatly, but not unkindly. Blue eyes sought to capture his with what might have been an uncomfortable intensity, but she was simply direct. "Would you honor me with a dance?"


On Sun, Jun 7, 2020, 7:42 PM Rosiegirl <rosiegirl872@...> wrote:
T'quinn's first Aolos Gather experience had been amazing! Despite the restrictions placed on him as a weyrling, he'd had a wonderful time. It had started with getting very lucky with a Arolos Cup bet, on a runner that had clearly been the undercanine of the group of contestant runners. He'd spent that first day considering what to spend the marks he'd won on and examining the stalls and talking with a few merchants here and there. He splurged a little and bought Wycker a gift, and himself a nicer shirt for the Gather Dance. But he had taken a little more time to consider the gift he was wanting to get for his totally amazing brown lifemate. He knew what he *wanted* to get for Aeliseth, but had to find someone who could do it if it wasn't already available for sale. Thankfully, it had been available and T'quinn had been able to surprise his brown with a series of a half-dozen elegantly-made glass runner figurines in different poses that were about the size of two palms together (about twice the size of normal figurines that could fit in the center of a palm), packed nice and securely in a slightly large padded box for transport. He'd managed to keep his brown from realizing he'd gotten a gift for him, planning to surprise Aeliseth with this when they got to move into their own weyrs. 

And now it was the last day, he'd worn his nice new shirt and vest combo that the tailor had suggested would look the best on him when he'd purchased it, the white shirt left gabing a little at his throat with the heat and the vest a very nice looking brocade in a series of different shades of blue and trimmed in brown. with his weyrling knots hanging from his shoulder. The tailor had spoken true though and so with the fit of his new vest he looked quite good...not that he'd noticed the many admiring looks tossed his way, of course. 

He was standing at the edge of the dance floor, watching the dancers as well as keeping an eye out for Wycker, and sipping at the last of a cup of juice. His foot was tapping to the music being played, but he held himself back from joining in, used to and more than happy to continue to just watch from the outside.

((OOC: This is set *before* the stabbing, of course.))


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

Rosiegirl
 

Marsali listened intently to Revai's description, nodding at the end as she replied with "That's what I noticed, that it looked like they needed an experienced jockey during the race and clearing those jumps. Their stamina, speed, and jumping ability was very impressive.  I was so glad I was here to be able to watch the race!"

"I believe that for a while 2 full Callameres, SilverStrike and Queen's Glory, and 1 half-Callamere contender, SilverSquared, were all in the lead, until another runner next to SilverSquared tripped over a jump. But even then, SilverSquared had the amazing dexterity to be able to avoid being tripped by the downed runner/rider pair, although he did throw his rider while avoiding being tripped. Would you say that showing of dexterity was due to his half-Callamere lineage?"

After a moment to consider her next questions, Marsali asked politely "You said they are spirited, Ma'am. What makes them so hot-headed? And, what type of handling do they respond best to? How intelligent has the Callamere line shown themselves to be, and do you believe it makes them easier or harder to train? And, what about their conformation? They looked, from a distance, to be quite structurally sound and well put together, well balanced. So, if you've had any physical defects in the line over the decades, how have you handled them?"

Marsali paused a moment before adding at the end "Do they have a smooth gait, or is it a bit more bumpy? 

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


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

Steelsilver
 

"It'd have to be a pretty big towel if he did." K'sway grinned, splashing onto the shore after her. He tugged off his still somewhat dry shirt, spread it on the ground for her to sit on. 

"I never thought I could Impress, not until there was a Gather and a dragon spoke to me, and then it was the only thing I wanted. But actually having it happen... It's like nothing else. I love Sixanth, and he loves me. I wouldn't trade him for anything."
 
Sixanth waded closer, the brown rumbling a soft croon, faceted eyes whirling blue.


Re: First Chance to See the Shiny atten: Andreya/Trifali/Shalia/Kashara/Rassia

Rosiegirl
 

In the day or two that it had been since she’d talked with Kassia about the gold lecture and the Weyrwoman had mentioned Andreya, and the rest of the girls related to Kassia, were going to be able to see the gold eggs before any of the other gold-hopefuls, Andreya had been thinking about that a lot. But it wasn’t what anyone would have expected a girl who was so excited about the pair of golden eggs on the Sands to be thinking about, not at all. 


Instead, the Harper-candidate was a bit stuck on the unfairness of the offer, not toward *her* but toward the rest of the gold-hopefuls. She’d been totally truthful when she'd told Kassia she was honored that Foreth was willing to let her and the rest of Kassia’s daughters see the eggs early, that hadn’t been a lie. But then she’d thought about the gold lecture and the mention of ‘influencing the Impression’ by seeing the eggs, and she’d not been able to get that out of her head. 


So, she’d made herself think beyond the absolutely amazing opportunity of being able to see the gold eggs first and considered the other possible consequences of the early egg-viewing being offered to her, Trifali, and Kassia’s daughters. Whether she accepted the upcoming invitation from Kassia and Foreth to view the eggs early *or* declined it, she realized that she’d be staked out for Thread either way! 


If she accepted the offer to see the eggs early, like she *very* much wanted to, she’d anger the other female candidates who were gold-hopefuls and who had been candidates for so much longer than her. In the process she could also end up burning some of the bridges and connections she’d made with those girls, which could come back to haunt her *if* one of the girls who was most upset with her impressed either of the twin golds. On the other hand, if she declined, as respectfully as possible, then she was nearly positive that Kassia would be disappointed or upset and *absolutely* sure that Foreth would be angry with her. And on top of that, she knew that if she declined that she’d be unable to return to assisting Kassia, even in the little bit of free time candidates had normally between a Clutching and the Hatching, until she *had* gotten to see the eggs with the rest of the girls. She only hoped that the Weyrwoman and her Gold were not *so* upset with her as to ban her from Standing for the clutch altogether or refusing to let her continue to be Kassia’s assistant, although she didn’t think that was likely to happen. 


This decision was...something that could be the beginning of the politics of being a goldrider, if she was worthy enough to be a lifemate to one of the twin golds on the Sands. Deciding between these two choices when both options would end up with people unhappy or upset with her, not to mention any potential far reaching consequences of choosing one way or another, was a problem that weighed heavy on her mind...And, if that was the only consideration then Andreya would have been stuck considering pros and cons of either option for days up until Kassia requested them all to meet outside the Hatching Caverns, but there was more for Andreya to consider.


Honestly, what bothered Andreya more than the possibility of burning bridges and connections with the other gold-hopeful candidates, as regrettable politically as *that* would be, was the idea of ‘influencing the Impression’ by being allowed to see the gold eggs before any of the other gold-hopefuls. It wasn’t just the huge amount of favoritism and special treatment that Foreth and Kassia were directing to those girls who were related to the Weyrwoman, but it was the idea that *because* of that special treatment she was being given, that this opportunity could ‘influence’ either of the twin gold’s Impression. 


As she contemplated that thought, she realized that if she *did* accept Foreth’s offer to see the eggs before the other gold-hopefuls and if she did actually Impress to one of the golds that she would always wonder if she had Impressed the gold because of this opportunity to ‘influence’ who the gold Impressed to. She’d always wonder if she had Impressed the gold because of the special treatment given her because of who she was related to instead of being actually worthy of Impressing the gold because of who *she* was, herself. She’d always wonder...if any potential opportunity to see the eggs early and ‘influence’ the golds had made it so that she had *stolen* the gold hatchling from the girl who might have been meant to Impress and be a goldrider. 


With that hanging over her head, Andreya then considered what had been said during the gold lecture and the questions that had been asked. There had been a lot of discussion about the challenges and difficulties that goldriders face instead of the positive aspects of impressing gold, which made sense as that lecture was to make sure that those who went on the Sands were absolutely positive they wanted to be there with the chance they could impress gold. But, considering all the difficulties that come with being the lifemate to a golden hide, if Andreya did happen to impress gold after possibly ‘influencing’ the gold with an early egg-viewing she didn’t want there to even be a *hint* of a thought that she might have ‘stolen’ the gold from another girl, even in the depths of her own mind. She wanted to be absolutely, unequivocally, for sure and certain that she’d Impressed a gold because *she* was worthy of being that gold’s lifemate. 


Ultimately, if she saw the eggs early and then Impressed one of the golds, she’d always have that doubt that she was actually worthy herself, and having that doubt could keep her from being the best lifemate possible to that gold. So, she realized that in order to actually make sure she *was* the best and most worthy lifemate for either of those golds on the sands, to prove it not just to Foreth, to Kassia, to the twin golds in their eggs, to everyone, and even to *herself*, that she needed to decline this opportunity granted to her just because of who she was related to and wait to see the eggs with the rest of the gold candidates. 


~*~*~*~*~*


And so, with the decision made, when Kassia sent out word for Andreya to meet her outside the Caverns with Trifali and Kassia’s daughters, Andreya was ready. She met the Weyrwoman and the rest of her relatives outside the Cavern and listened to Kassia. She smiled a little as her half-sister declared that she wanted to Stand for the gold egg and headed inside the Cavern. She waited after Shalia spoke, waiting for Kassia’s response to Shalia saying she didn’t want to Impress a Gold, and when the conversation between mother and daughter was finished Andreya gave Shalia a smile too but didn’t reply. Even with as much as she and Shalia talked, she’d not talked with Shalia about *this*, so the other girl didn’t know what Andreya was about to say.


Finally, steeling herself for the anger she was probably going to receive from them both, Andreya faced Kassia. She stood in her candidate uniform, still nice looking and not at all dirty because it was still morning, with her hair braided back tightly and the only accessory being the leather belt she had worn since becoming a candidate around her waist to help the fit of the sleeveless candidate uniform shirt. She stood tall and confident, even with what she was about to say, giving off a clear idea that this was not a spur of the moment decision, that it had been well thought out. 

 

She began with a respectful dip of her head to Kassia, saying “Good morning, Lady Kassia. As I’ve mentioned before when we talked after the gold lecture, I do still intend to Stand with the twin golds on the Sands.” 


Andreya paused here a moment before continuing on and saying confidently but with a tone of polite yet respectful apology in her voice. “I do, very much, appreciate Foreth agreeing to let us see the eggs early. It is an amazing opportunity, truly, and I am so grateful for the honor Foreth is offering us today. However, after consideration...I don’t feel comfortable accepting her offer. And it’s not because I don’t want to see every single one of her beautiful eggs, I would love to see them all! But because it feels a little unfair to be able to see the eggs before the rest of the gold-hopefuls, most of whom have been gold-hopeful candidates much longer than I have. You mention that us getting to see the eggs now, before everyone else, could influence the eggs and give us a better chance of Impressing one of the golds. And while I would be honored if one of Foreth’s golden daughters chose me, I would feel unworthy of the Impression if I thought it was because I’d had the opportunity to influence either of the twin gold’s impression before any of the other girls had the same opportunity, and Impressing with that idea hanging around that I wasn’t worthy could potentially lead to me struggling with that Impression. I want to be the best and most worthy lifemate possible, especially if it’s one of her golden daughters that choses me. I feel that in order to be the best lifemate to her, I am afraid I have to decline seeing the eggs before the other candidates.”


When she finished, she still stood just as straight and confident as she had before she’d started speaking while she waited to hear how the Weyrwoman and her Gold would react...



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On Sat, Aug 1, 2020 at 11:09 PM Kevin M <LrdSlvrhnd@...> wrote:
Shalia looked more than a little disappointed, but she simply nodded her acceptance and then turned towards the younger Candidates.  "Have fun then, girls!  But I expect descriptions, so look at the others for me, please?" 

On Sat, Aug 1, 2020, 18:32 sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:
Kassia regarded her a long time. "If you don't want to Impress gold, then you'll have to wait until the rest of the Candidates get to see the eggs."

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Re: Can You Help? atten: Calyse/Kashara

 

Calyse's brows shot high on her head, surprised by the news. "Really? You've got a Weyrwoman for a Ma? That must b-be so much pressure," she remarked, smiling both in empathy and in awe. "What was it like growing up? Did you spend much time around her dragon? What're they like? Was she strict with you, or did you get away with everything? --O-oh! Shells, sorry, y-you don't have to tell me if you don't want. Running my mouth asking personal questions." Her face scrunched briefly in annoyance at herself, and the smile she wore then was apologetic. 

On Fri, Jul 31, 2020, 2:02 PM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:
Kashara let it go. Clearly there was some sad story there.

"I have a lot of family here," she said. "I'm one of the Weyrwoman's daughters so I have a lot of siblings and cousins running around. I don't know if you've met Rassia or Shalia yet or not."


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

 

Lileth's faceted eyes took on a greenish tinge of subtle annoyance, but the brown's understated response was satisfactory enough that she daintily deposited herself at his side. ((This seems like the best place for sunning, you have good taste.)) She trilled a friendly note, shifting on the rocks to spread her wings out for maximum warmth. ((I am newly arrived, you see. I am ever-so lost when I look around the weyrbowl and don't know all the best spots yet. I could use a dashing brown to show me around. Do you know one?)) Lileth cocked her head to one side.

{{Where are you?}} F'nel asked her, receiving only a flashed image of the lake and the distinct impression his dragon was busy. It made F'nel laugh, and he squinted in the effort of locating her pale green hide. {{You can't hide forever, we have oiling to do.}}

((You haven't been summoned yet! Just wait!)) She hissed at her rider.

On Thu, Jul 30, 2020, 1:45 PM Steelsilver <theglitteryone2@...> wrote:
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: First Chance to See the Shiny atten: Andreya/Trifali/Shalia/Kashara/Rassia

Kevin M
 

Shalia looked more than a little disappointed, but she simply nodded her acceptance and then turned towards the younger Candidates.  "Have fun then, girls!  But I expect descriptions, so look at the others for me, please?" 


On Sat, Aug 1, 2020, 18:32 sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:
Kassia regarded her a long time. "If you don't want to Impress gold, then you'll have to wait until the rest of the Candidates get to see the eggs."


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Re: (RAIN) Last Minute Cancellations (T'eko)

Ren
 

As much as hed been looking forward to do his job, there was some relief for any dragonrider to see their ancient enemy destroyed like that. He reached his hand up to pat Brocarth's now-soaked hide before mounting his friend once R'tal gave the go-ahead to disperse. He passed that on to the wing and let Brocarth launch up to his weyr.

{{What shall we do now?}} the brown asked him.

{{Not sure, but maybe I'll curl up with the little guys, Note, and you with some klah and finger foods,}} T'eko replied with a thoughtful tone. {{It'd be great if I still had someone to cuddle up with. Days like this I almost miss T'shai.}}

{{Were you happy with them, though?}} Brocarth asked as he landed on his ledge and knelt to let his friend off and shook himself off before heading into his weyr. 

"Eh, I dunno. Heya there, Note!" T'eko greeted the chirping wher and rubbed his hands over the blue's head and neck. "Keep the place safe while I was out?"

{Note keep safe, no sound alarm!} Note replied positively and retrieved a treat in response. Ryu and Linnie were absent which concerned T'eko until they suddenly appeared soaking wet and chittering in frustration.

"Hey guys! Where ya been? I see you've got caught in the rain. Here, hang on." Teko set up a few furs arranged like nests for the 'lizards and another for Note and watched as the mood changed. The blue and green firelizards ceased their fussing and changed to happy chatter between themselves with a casual "thank you" thought sent to their human. Note settled onto his fur and procceeded to toss about until he was comfortable and settled with a sigh. T'eko chuckled as he stripped and laid out his leathers to dry.

"I gotta polish those later," he murmrued to himself. "Can't have them cracking when I'm on duty. Now that everyone's happy, time for me to settle down and have T'eko time." Grinning at his alleged funniness, he went on to make his klah and ordered fingerfoods from the kitchens before settling next to his fireplace. "This life is... so great. I have my best friend in the whole world, two amazing firelizards, and a good wher. And I'm a wingsecond, too... Not just to anyone, either, but to my actual hero, R'tal! I wish the man had more time for me, but he's Weyrleader again and so busy. What would I ask, anyway? Him to tell me stories? .... Honestly, probably. I would love to hear his stories of when he was younger, of mistakes and triumphs he made to get where he is."

{{Talith's is pretty amazing,}} Brocarth agreed. {{I look up to Talith myself. He's a brown who leads and has fathered gold dragons. We aren't supposed to be able to do that, yet here he is. I aspire to do that one day.}}

"Wait, you want to catch a gold?" T'eko asked in some surprise. Sure his brown chased, but T'eko didn't realize that he really wanted to catch one.

{{I do! I will never catch Foreth of course, but there's Nykantiath now as well as Razelth. I could catch either of them if I tried hard enough. I want to know more about Nykantiath but she has so much bronze attention I don't know if she'd ever see little old me.}}

"Now, Brocarth, don't you talk down about yourself like that," T'eko scolded softly. "You're an amazing brown who deserves attention as much as any bronze. Greens love you because you're so kind to them when you catch them, and so would a gold. I'd be so faranth-damned proud of that clutch! If the goldrider agreed to it, I'd hire a harper to paint it."

The praise had Brocarth flattered and feeling much better. His eyes whirled a happy green as he settled more onto his wallow with a huff. {{I'd be so happy and would bring her so much fresh food. I'd offer to groom her if she let me, getting that spot in between the wings and maybe having her thank me if I'm lucky.}}

"That's my boy," T'eko praised softly as the food came. He retrieved it and started eating, noting they'd sent juice as well. "I love our staff here. Don't worry, Brocarth. You'll find a partner one day just as I will."
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Re: Good Luck Can Be Uncomfortable (Attn: Reirel/Tamalak)

Laurie
 

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On Sun, Jul 26, 2020 at 12:10 PM Laurie Hicks <laurie.lynne@...> wrote:
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."

~Why?~

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

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On Wed, Jul 29, 2020 at 7:38 PM Laurie Hicks <laurie.lynne@...> wrote:
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: Guess Where I Was Yesterday? (Attn: Dytha/Mendl)

Laurie
 

"Actually, no. I'm not going to go as far as to say Foreth likes me, but she seems to tolerate me better than any of the other apprentices." She shrugged. "Maybe she respects the fact that I'm not afraid of her? I don't know. All I know is, she asked for me!" Mendl did a little hop-skip at that.

"So, I got to watch. And wait. With the Weyrwoman. Which was kind of uncomfortable at first, but in the end, it really wasn't too bad." She felt bad for going on about her good luck, not dreaming that no one else would view it that way.  

"I'm sorry to hear your feet were bad. Did you have any visitors?" She waggled her brows.

On Tue, Jul 28, 2020 at 4:27 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Dytha frowned a little in mild confusion as though a sentence had been skipped somewhere. "Having trouble? You mean with the clutching?" She had known that Mendl had been assisting in the recovery of the gold's recent leg injury. Rather Mendl than her, to be honest. Something about Foreth made Dytha feel she needed eyes in the back of her head. Listening carefully to her friend, it took Dytha a moment to put it all together. "Wait, she asked for you to come to the Sands by name? Jumping flits, weren't you afraid you'd get eaten?!" Dytha chuckled with amusement but it was more influenced by the starstruck expression on her friend's face.

On Sat, Jul 25, 2020 at 3:24 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
"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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Re: That Was Intense! (Attn: Kashara/Mendl)

Laurie
 

"Yeah, I guess," Mendl said. "She really doesn't like it when I get mad at her for yelling at Foreth. And really, I have no right to say anything. But it's hard not to when you see how much a dragon is suffering, then you walk in on their rider berating them for not eating." She sighed. "Of course, I didn't know Kassia was pregnant, too. I may have been less likely to judge..." She thought for a moment. "Nah, I still would have.

"But can you believe it? Two golds? I wonder if each was sired by a different dragon, or if they're both...I've never seen this happen before. Not even with firelizards. Well, that I know of. But I've never seen a flit have two gold eggs."

On Mon, Jul 27, 2020 at 6:22 PM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:
"Mom can be hard to get along with sometimes," Kashara finished for her. "Believe me, we have a much better relationship now that we're seldom around each other than we did when she was trying to be a parent. She's very good at being a Weyrwoman. Not so good at relationships sometimes."


Today Is a Good Day Att: Andronda/Sarati

Jerzy Tobin
 

Andronda was in a much better mood leaving the Hatching Cavern than
she had been going in. Seeing the clutch, with its twin golds, was
bound to have that sort of an effect. It was enough to make her
forget just how tired she was, at least for a little bit. Enough that
she was still smiling when she walked into her office, where Sarati
was already at work.

"Good morning, Sarati!" Andronda said with a cheerful wave.

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"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: Hope and Fear (ATTN: Trifali/Kassia)

Jessica Freise
 

Trifali gave her questions honest thought, taking a breath before she answered, "I came here to find family, and I have that in spades," she flashed Kassia a grin, eyes alight before she sobered.

"I didn't come here to Impress a gold. I'm not going to lie and say it wouldn't be a dream of mine, but your lecture put the breaks on 'My world is over if I don't Impress gold', which I think I had started to think. I just wish I could explain to myself why I started out that way. It isn't really like Impressing any other color, is it? I mean, you have to be able and willing to rise up to the occasion and the life-long meaning behind walking off the sands beside a gold."

Trifali was willing, able, and dedicated. SHe let Kassia see that all in her eyes, in her face. But she'd be more than stupid if she weren't a little trepidatious as well.

On Aug 1, 2020, at 5:29 PM, sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:

"Good, thank you," Kassia said. "I wanted to talk to you about the gold eggs and that lecture I gave. Did you have any questions? How do you feel about possibly Impressing now?"


Re: Party: Things Are Different Here. attn Kashara / Ronhim

sailyn2
 

"Deep down they love each other," Kashara acknowledged, "but sometimes it's hard to tell. And there's nothing saying that being with someone is better than being alone. You can be with someone and still feel very alone. Not wanting to be alone might be a bad reason to have a dragon because you can become dependent on them, or feel worse if things don't go exactly the way you hope. You should talk to my uncle, T'rifoshe. He's an ACM. He specializes in talking these things out."

She nodded at the next question. "I am her daughter and your worries don't sound weird. Everyone wants to feel a part of something and to feel loved. I love my mom, but she wasn't always easy to be close to."