Re: Did You Pass the Test to See the Eggs? Atten: ALL FEMALE CANDIDATES/ALL/Foreth/Kassia


Kassia's expression turned unfriendly as Ysolde stood and she returned the look the Candidate gave her. Her mouth further twisted as the girl stormed out. She turned and looked at T'rif, one of the ACMs that had attended the meeting to keep order. "Bring her to your office."

T'rifoshe nodded and then followed the Candidate. "Ysolde," he called. "To my office. Now."

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


Kassia was quiet for a long time as she digested the words. Finally she nodded. "I understand your concerns," she said, her expression twisting to show that she wasn't necessarily happy with them. "If that's what you wish, you can walk away. Part of the reason I wanted you to see them now was that I wanted you to resume your duties with me when you have time. Since you'd rather wait, then I wouldn't want you to risk...influencing the choice, if it's possible. So you don't have to worry about seeing them with the other girls either. You can wait until the Sands are opened to all in a couple of weeks. Understand?"

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


Calyse couldn't help but smile at his chivalry, taking the seat he so considerately offered her. Wet clothes and sand would have meant a layer of mud to clean off later; she appreciated the small gesture. Knowing he was originally Holdborn, she tried to keep her eyes off him politely when he pulled that shirt off, but much like flutterbynights to flame, her gaze continued to return to him. Riders were always so toned by nature of their occupation, who *didn't* like that physique? 

His answer, though, didn't seem to satisfy her. None of the answers ever did. Calyse suspected she would have to experience it herself to truly understand. "Like nothing else," she repeated with a wistful sigh, watching Sixanth approach. "M-My parents always said something similar, but I don't think I can even really *imagine* what it's like. Everyone says something different to start, but in the end, they all say the same thing: th-that they wouldn't give it up for all of Pern. Makes me almost jealous." Her laugh was self-deprecating again, but the smile she wore for the brown was genuine. "What about you, Sixanth? Did you always know who Yours would be?"

On Sun, Aug 2, 2020 at 1:26 PM Steelsilver <theglitteryone2@...> wrote:
"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: Cloud Dancers Wing Assistant Interviews (wL S'ryll, Calyse)


When S'ryll opened the door, Calyse had to work to stop her jaw from hitting the floor. Tall and handsome, she hadn't known what to expect from the Wingleader, but his stunning appearance took her by surprise. She appreciated that he wanted to cut straight to the chase, far preferring business to small-chat she would no doubt stumble over. His skin had a golden cast, like honey - a small part of her wondered if he tasted of it, too. *Focus, Calyse!* She chastised herself, hastening to the chair he'd indicated. 

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Wingleader S'ryll of Vastolth," she replied, sitting primly on the edge of her seat. With her hands folded in her lap and back straight, ankles together on the floor, she looked very much like a perfect doll. This was a young woman who cared very much about how she might be perceived. And yet, she was a bit fidgety, small gestures like the wringing of her hands or the shifting of her feet, were dead giveaways of how anxious she felt. 

Clearing her throat, Calyse answered with a voice that bordered on monotone. "I-I want to *be* something more than I am right now. I have a great deal of practical experience hands-on with dragons already, as I am weyrborn, a dragonhealer apprentice, and the daughter of two riders. What I don't have is a lot of clerical, or.. um, administrative know-how and I want to fill that gap." She paused like she was fighting the urge to second-guess herself before launching onto a small sales pitch. "A-And I'm a fast learner. I take excellent notes. I won't have any trouble carrying out tasks, and you can count on me to be punctual. "

On Tue, Aug 4, 2020, 6:53 AM TrueTricia <tricia.nicewicz@...> wrote:
S'ryll didn't miss the beautiful young blonde woman that walked in his door when he answered it.  She had an angular face, blonde hair pulled back, and beautiful eyes.  Yet her appearance, unlike Ysolde, was very much one of a young woman who didn't care about how attractive she was.  She wore her prettiness with an air of casual indifference, not unlike himself.  Until he opened his mouth and his arrogance came out anyways.  Despite his dalliance with Ysolde, he had no desire to make a habit of bedding Candidates, and he wondered how it would be to see this one daily.  Would he be able to resist the temptation?

"Good day to you, Candidate Calyse.  I'm wingleader S'ryll of Bronze Vastolth."  Vastolth was sleeping right now, disinterested in these boring interviews when none of the people were about to bathe him.  "Please have a seat," he said, indicating a chair in front of his desk, before sitting in his own.  "So, Calyse, why you're applying to be my assistant," he said, not wasting time with pleasantries when he had so many to get through.  

A Puppy Is Not For A Gather ((JP Bl'by, Tolfast))


If Tolfast was to be found anywhere, the chances were fairly high that the stables were a good place to look. And Bl’by did need to look, because he’d never intended to own a dog, wasn’t at all sure that owning a dog was a great idea and now had a dog. A small licky dog that appeared to think his purpose in life was keeping Bl’by’s face clean which was fine right now but animals grew. 
Besides, who knew how many illnesses and parasites animals picked up from a Gather stall actually held?
“Tch tch, sit still now, no, don’t wiggle, leave it alone.” He’d picked up Tiddler to stop the pup bothering the runners while he looked for Tolfast, but this mostly meant that he was looking while trying to stop it wriggling loose and to the ground.
Tolfast was precisely where Bl'by sought him, standing next to an empty stall engaged in conversation. The people around him, journeymen by their knots, were speaking in an agitated manner. "I wasn't the one on watch duty!" Insisted one angrily, raising a hand to point at one of the others, accusatory. "Keema should have--"
"That's enough, Ferrik. Laying blame doesn't solve the problem." Tolfast laid his own coarse paw on the boy's hand, lowering it for him. "I'm sure Keema knows where he needs to be more careful in future, don't you?" When he looked at the second lad, the boy nodded slowly. "Good. Let's get back to work. We'll find the missing equipment here somewhere."
As the small group began to disperse, the master turned away from them, rubbing the bridge of his nose between two fingers. Upon seeing Bl'by, his exhausted expression lifted instantly to be replaced with a wide grin. "Now there's a face I haven't seen in an age."
Bl’by had been a little shy at first; it was always awkward when you hadn’t seen someone in a good while and weren’t sure of your reception. Besides, while never being entirely sure how the Crafter system worked it felt as though interrupting a Master dealing with his journeymen might find an equivelent in a Wingleader dealing with his wingriders. He wouldn’t interrupt the latter except in an emergency so he likely shouldn’t interrupt the former.
Tolfast’s grin got an answering one though, shyness quick to disperse once he was sure of his welcome. He nodded to the man’s shoulderknots, still trying to keep a grip on the wriggling Tiddler. “See you got promoted while I wasn’t looking!”
The laugh that left Tolfast was big and booming, a glance down at his own knots given as if surprised by it himself. "Just a bit," he raised fingers in a pinching motion before striding forward in the hopes of shaking Bl'by's hand. "Welcome back, it's been far too long. I see you've got something new of your own." He indicated the pup with a nod of his head and another smile, at ease around the rider in a way he wasn't around people he did not consider family.
“..Yes. Was hoping rather for advice.” Bl’by admitted, accepting the hand at the cost of losing the pup. Tiddler scrambled down as soon as he was no longer firmly secured, desperate to explore a whole stable full of fascinating smells. “Ack! Sorry. Will he scare the runners?”
Watching the pup's escape, Tolfast's eyebrows rose, though there wasn't an ounce of annoyance on his face. "Little bundles of energy, ain't they?" He observed with a mild chuckle, "I remember Shep at that age. He was a handful; he's around here somewhere." Tolfast turned to keep an eye on the scampering canine, shaking his head at Bl'by's concern. "They should be fine, some of 'em may spook because he's small and fast, but they're in no danger. We'll just make sure he keeps away from their hooves."
True to his word, the runners inside had poked their heads out of the stalls to watch the pup with wild eyes, but had yet to begin panicking. Snorts and nickering followed the pup, and at least one started to paw at the gate as he neared. "Hey," Tolfast hissed firmly at the black runner, who pinned his ears at the command. "Quit that. You're alright, you big lug." The runner tossed his head, but did indeed stop kicking, turning back to his fodder. 
Tolfast bent to scoop the pup into his arms before he could run outside. "What sort of advice do you need?"
Tolfast smelled just amazing and the puppy wriggled ecstatically, not at all unwilling to be picked up. He put his paws on the man’s chest, squirming to lick as high as he could reach, small tail beating with delight.
“He’s a friendly chap,” Bl’by observed. “Trader said he was going to be big.” His tone betrayed his skepticism on that. Tiddler had been by far the smallest runtiest looking pup in the box. 
Of course, sometimes that just meant the other dogs were older.
“I need-- shells, I need to know everything to do this right, really. Is he healthy?”
The giant smile that spit Tolfast's face at the pup's affection left no room for doubt that he loved it, scrubbing his fingers through the canine's scruffy coat. "You're *such* a friendly boy, aren't you? Yes you are! Oh, he's charming, Bl'by. Have you got a name for him yet?" He was nearly gushing over the baby, a comical sight for a man so large. "And such big paws!" Bending the gangly legs to get a better look at his paws, Tolfast began what seemed to be a thorough examination. 
"He's got some pests, looks like. Nothing out of the ordinary; we have a cream you can wash him with that will take care of the problem." His manner of speaking turned calm and neutral while he worked, gentle in the way he held the dog. "Bit skinny, too. I'd say he was taken from his Ma' a little early, but as long as he's eating well, he should continue to put on weight." He peeked in his ears, turned the animal over, lifted lips to peer at tiny, sharp teeth, and finally gave the pup a scratch behind those ears. 
"Not a bad looking pup by any means; likely to be a big boy, though. You'll want to make sure you increase his food intake if he starts to lose weight - and bring him back here for regular checkups. Oh," he paused, offering the canine back to his owner. "Expect him to need a lot of exercise, and I mean *a lot*. He's going to have a great deal of energy up into his prime."
“We can do exercise. Lungs should have fixed up before too long.” Bl’by had always been the type to be happiest when he was allowed to be moving. Long walks with a dog were right up his alley. He reached to take him gently back from Tolfast. “Meat shouldn’t be an issue either; there’s plenty that Traynth still leaves usually.”
Releasing the happy pup with a playful sort of reluctance (for who wanted to part with such a cute creature?), Tolfast nodded his approval of the plan. "Good, good. It sounds like you have the basics all in order," he said, folding his arms over his barrel chest. "I'm sure you know not to overdo it, but I've got to say it all the same: play it by ear, as the Harpers say. Know you can always bring the little guy by and I'll find someone to walk him for you, if ever you can't do it."
“I’ll remember that, thanks. I do worry a bit about what happens if I manage to get myself scored,” Bl’by admitted, tone serious at that. “Not that it’s an issue just now but-- dogs live a long time.” He scratched Tiddler’s ears, letting the puppy wrestle with his hand. “How have you been, anyway?”
"They do," Tolfast agreed solemnly. "But that's what I'm here for. He won't go unloved in the kennels, I can promise you that." His smile was meant to be reassuring, but the concern for Bl'by was hard to hide. Something had happened since he last saw the man, of that he was sure. 
At the question, he shrugged broad shoulders as eyes left the rider in favor of the stalls around them. "Well enough. They were running me ragged at the Hall before I walked the tables, so when my new knots opened a door at the Weyr, I made the jump. Kept me closer to family." Another smile. "How were the Turns abroad? See anything noteworthy?" 
“High Reaches was good. Snow suited us,” Bl’by admitted, shifting the pup from one hand to another as Tiddler set to wriggling and trying to escape again. “More so than this heat anyway, though T’baran swears I’ll adjust in time.” He grinned ruefully, not going near the Ista sojourn that had happened before High Reaches even a little bit. “The High Reaches mountains though, they’re something worth seeing.”
"Never did make it that far north," Tolfast admitted wistfully. "Heard those peaks make for quite the view. Perhaps I'll pester one of you for a ride when the heat gets to be too much down here. That is, if your dragons don't mind none." He seemed particularly concerned about that part, but grinned nonetheless. "...And that I can arrange for a free day. I think I've forgotten what those are like."
“Once the Healers sign me off for visits, you’re on,” Bl’by promised easily and without hesitation. “I want to drag T’baran back there too anyway. He’d love painting it, once he stopped complaining about his fingers freezing off.” And once they’d all recovered a little from the unplanned and not exactly welcoming visit at the end of the Gather.
Tolfast laughed at the mention of T'baran's whining, "The painting alone would be worth the complaints, I think. If anyone could do those mountains justice, it'd be him. How is he lately? I feel like T'baran and I haven't sat down for a meal in a decade." Leaning toward the other man in a playfully conspiratorial fashion, he lowered his voice to a half-whisper. 
"Do you need help bribing the Healers for an escape? I hear that Cremsden isn't an unreasonable man, all those flits followin' him around. I'm sure I could find a kitten to melt his heart." He grinned as if wicked plans were in motion. 
Bl’by laughed out loud at that, and sounded more like himself in doing so, less like he was trying to dart away from certain subjects. “Didn’t notice a lot of flits when I was in there,” he admitted. “Of course I was busy getting told off at the time. He got a lot of them?”
"A fair few, I reckon. Not sure they're all his, but peekin' in his office means seeing a near faire of the little things." Tolfast felt a rush of pride to have provoked the other man's laughter, certain something was eating at him - though he couldn't be sure what. "I do try to avoid being in the Infirmary as often as possible, though. Gettin' good at dodging kicks by now!"
“You should be, the amount you’ve had!” Once coaxed out the grin settled on Bl’by’s face, replacing that slightly wary look. He shifted Tiddler from hand to hand again as the pup’s wriggles to get down increased. “You wait ‘til we see Shep, he’ll teach you manners,” he threatened, though there was no real threat in there, just mild exasperation as the pup tried to escape. 
Tolfast grinned broadly at the mention of his own canine, glancing backward over one shoulder as if expecting to see him there. "Oh, he's around here somewhere. Bet if we step out back and give him a whistle, he'd come runnin'." A slight tilt of his head accompanied the next question. "Done much socializing with him yet? I don't mind the bugs, Shep gets regular baths as it is. Playin' some might wear the little guy out."
Bl’by shook his head. “Didn’t get chance.” The smile faltered slightly, not quite disappearing but.. There was definitely something. “There was the Gather and then-- screwed up the breathing thing a bit. He’d probably like the company, though he seemed pretty scared of the others in the pen with him.” He petted Tiddler again gently, rubbing behind his ears. “Kept picking on you, didn’t they, lad?”
"There's always one," Tolfast replied solemnly. "Always a little one that ends up victimized by the others, but he'll thrive on his own now that he has room to grow." On this, he sounded absolutely sure and even nodded as if to emphasize his confidence. "Let's go find Shep, he'll be gentle with Tiddler. If he's too much, you can just scoop the pup back up into the safety of your arms." Gesturing for Bl'by to follow, he turned toward the far set of doors.
“You’ll be fine, Shep’s just a big softy really.” Bl’by found himself talking without thinking in the ‘baby’ voice used to reassure small cute things as he followed along. “You don’t want to go running about in here though, runners are dangerous, hm? Might look awfully pretty in pictures but those hooves are hard.”
Tolfast wore a giant smile to hear Bl'by slip into that other voice, hiding the expression with his back to him. "That they are!" He added with a lilting playfulness, pulling open the sliding barn doors. "And they're quick with 'em, too. Done lots of work making them all familiar with dogs, so they won't bolt or go out of their way to do harm. Some runners start with a nasty mean streak, but… we work that out."
Here the courtyard opened onto grazing pens and fenced fields stripped bare by either animal teeth or human hands. He ran an orderly operation, not a shred of wild greenery anywhere it wasn't absolutely necessary. Apprentices scrambled down the gravel paths ferrying fodder or beasts on tethers, hopping aside to make way for the master and his guest. He smiled at them as he passed. 
"Might want to cover your ears for this part," he suggested, coming to a halt near the first enclosure. Sticking his fingers between his lips, he let loose a shockingly loud whistle. There was no immediate response, but in the moments that followed, a mid-sized, chestnut-colored canine came loping toward them from the far side of the fields. "There he is!" Tolfast grinned, pointing as he galloped toward them at full speed. "Here, boy!"
Strange how much the world could change and yet some things felt like they stayed exactly the same. Animals didn’t change in the same way as humans and to Bl’by’s inexpert eye Shep looked almost identical to the last time he’d seen him some turns ago. 
Even without Tiddler  to introduce he’d have crouched to say hello. As it was he found himself down on one knee, one hand going to greet the dog whilst the other reassured the pup who suddenly was no longer sure if he would rather escape or hide in Bl’by’s shirt.
“There now, Shep won’t hurt you, he’s just a lovely boy,” he reassured. “Oh, you haven’t changed a bit, have you? Just the same as you always were.” He sounded delighted by this, as though reassured that some things at least had a certain amount of stability to them, offering his hand to Shep to sniff rather than letting himself go straight to fussing over the dog.
Shep approached without trepidation, tail wagging happily to greet Bl'by as he bent down. Tolfast laughed to see that the dog had no interest in him, preferring the newcomer. The canine sniffed the rider's hand momentarily, and then seemed to burst with excitement. Quivering and prancing where he stood, the force with which he wagged his tail on recognizing the other man made his entire body shake. He lived for the attention, evidenced by the way he rubbed up against Bl'by's hand, encouraging pets from a familiar friend. 
"I'd say he remembers you," the master grinned. 
Realizing that Bl'by carried something in his arms, Shep's floppy ears snapped up, suddenly alert, on his head. Great big breaths escaped his wet nose as he pushed it forward and up toward the puppy in his arms, sniffing curiously. The glint in his eyes was interested and far from predatory. 
“Oh, you are such a good boy.” It took all of thirty seconds for Bl’by to give up even attempting to keeping his balance on one knee and sit down entirely on the ground, the better to greet the dog with the same enthusiasm Shep offered him. He kept one arm protecting the puppy still but the other scratched and petted with energetic delight. “Did you miss me then, Shep, hey? Do you want to see who I’ve got for you?”
Tiddler needed to be coaxed out of his shirt, still not entirely sure whether this new large dog was some terrifying threat. He whimpered, trying to scrabble his way back to safety as Bl’by placed him down on the ground, crouching submissively to empty his bladder.
“There now, pup, Shep won’t hurt you.” Bl’by’s voice was soothing. “Nothing to be scared of here, you’re safe enough.” 
“You be gentle, Shep,” Tolfast added for good measure, though he was sure the canine didn’t truly need the reminder. 
Watching as the pup was revealed, Shep tilted his head from one side to the other in comical fashion when soft whimpers reached those huge ears. He didn’t have the sense to keep his face away from the terrified baby, sniffing all the while as Bl’by lowered him. At the submissive gesture, he finally got the clue that he might be a bit intimidating. Shep dropped onto the ground before them and promptly rolled onto his back to expose his tawny belly, tail wagging furiously in the dirt while he gazed at the pup upside-down. As if he could be any less threatening, his giant tongue lolled out of his open mouth. 
“Think he wants to play, little one.” Tolfast smiled, addressing the pup as if he could understand. 
“Go on now.” Bl’by prompted Tiddler gently, shifting back a little to stop the pup using him so much as protection. “He’s not going to eat you. Just a big old softie, aren’t you, Shep?”
Tiddler whined, still not entirely sure of that, still crouching a little as he crept forward to investigate the bigger dog. A small pink tongue dabbed out hesitantly to lick at Shep’s nose in shy greeting.
Shep's own giant tongue lolled out of his open mouth, nearly smiling in a flash of his fangs not meant to be terrifying. At the puppy's hesitant signal of acceptance, the older dog flopped from his back onto his side with a great wooshing exhale. This enabled him to lick at the pup's face with enthusiasm while still maintaining a relatively low profile. That tail continued to beat a fast tempo behind him, thumping the ground. 
Tolfast dropped into a crouch, bracing his elbows on the top of his thighs. "Not even goin' to give me the time of day, are you, boy?" He asked Shep with a laugh. "That's alright, I'd want to play with Tiddler too. Bit shy, is he?" He glanced toward Bl'by at the question.
“Just with dogs, I reckon,” Bl’by confirmed, still seated on the ground, keeping a close eye on things as Tiddler’s tail gave a tentative half-wag. “Friendly as you like with people -- shells, I was an idiot and took him down to the Hunting Grounds with me and he was lucky a dragon didn’t make a snack of him down there. Think he decided to make friends with one still eating; no hesitation there clearly. But I guess the other pups the trainer had got him scared.”
Though he was getting a little braver now, uttering soft questioning little yips as he sniffed at Shep, perhaps a little overwhelmed with just how much of him there was to sniff at. He set a paw hesitantly on the bigger dog’s leg, clearly considering just scrambling up to get a better look.
Shep lifted his head so that the puppy couldn't lick more than the underside of his chin, soaking up the attention. His eyes grew wild and wide with excitement as Tiddler warmed to him, almost unable to contain himself and nearly vibrating with the effort. He wanted so badly to play, but he was a good boy! He waited as close to still as he could be in that moment while Tiddler debated the dangers of drawing nearer, opening his mouth to slime the puppy's face with his tongue. 
"It's good you kept him safe, I'm glad you already know not to bring him down there again. At least not 'til he's trained to heel," Tolfast noted solemnly in a way that said Bl'by was not the first to make that mistake. "Seen some sad things happen when a dragon, or shards even a wher, get into that eatin' frenzy." He shook his head, moving on. "Anyways, that timidness 'round people isn't such a bad thing. Just means he's alert and sensitive, likely to key into the intentions of others when he grows up. Right now all that information he's absorbing about the world 'round him is overwhelming, but when he learns to sort it all, I'd put my marks on him being a great watchdog."
“I thought he’d be all right on the leash but-- slipped his collar,” Bl’by admitted, watching as the pup at first hesitantly and then more confidently climbed up on top of the bigger dog. “One minute he was there and Traynth was feeding, next I look down and he’s gone. Luckily another rider grabbed him for me. Didn’t even think twice about it until then.”
And then Tiddler was standing on Shep’s shoulder and suddenly so pleased with himself that the excitement broke through the timidity, breaking into a high-pitched volley of baby barks as his tail wagged wildly because look! Look what he had done!
Shep could resist no longer and let loose a loud, happy bark of his own while on his side. It made his chest rise and fall sharply, abruptly jostling the puppy balanced atop him unintentionally. Tolfast saw what was happening and reached to grab the pup, but could not scoot forward in time before the larger canine began the flail that preceded leaping to his four feet. After all, play was best done standing!
Tiddler squeaked in alarm as his perch began moving and scrambled again, trying to find somewhere secure. Another squeak as that failed and he fell off entirely and Bl’by moved forward instinctively to comfort him.
No need though, he scrambled back to his feet with no problems at all, suddenly much less shy.
Tolfast feared the worst when the scramble began, the fearful noises of the puppy all but breaking his heart. “It’s alright, little one!” He hurried to explain as if the pup could understand. “He won’t hurt you. Will you, Shep? Just a big oaf is what he is.”
Shep was far less concerned, bouncing and bounding in tight circles before the trio of onlookers in the hopes of enticing one of them to play more. The pup was the obvious target of his attention, as he occasionally skidded to a halt and dropped his front half to the ground in a play bow before Tiddler before taking off again. 
Sighing with relief, Tolfast sat back on his heels. “I’m thinkin’ if he slips free of a collar, a harness’ll fix that problem right up. Get him fitted for it so it won’t be too tight, won’t be too loose; he’ll have a much harder time gettin’ away from you then.” 
A minute or so hesitant tail-wagging, a glance or two back at Bl’by to make sure he wasn’t going anywhere and Tiddler was off, chasing after the bigger dog with excited yaps.
“I think he’ll be all right,” Bl’by observed, relaxing a little. The pup veered a little closer every pass, still checking Bl’by was there but apparently much braver. “He needs a harness anyway. Right now he’s a danger dragonback.”
Tolfast seemed surprised by the very idea of a canine riding adragonback, brows furrowing on his forehead in a confused fashion. “He’s meant to fly with you?” He asked, trying his best to hold back the very valid concern about lashing anything living to one of the huge creatures. 
Completely unaffected by their conversation, Shep happily lead Tiddler on a merry chase, careful not to stray too far as soon as he noticed the babe’s inclination to stay close to his master. When the pup would hesitate and run back, Shep stopped their game and followed patiently until Tiddler rejoined him. 
“...Is that bad?” Bl’by could read an expression well enough for his own face to start looking worried. “I mean.. We’re not going on massive trips or anything but.. I had to get him back from the Gather and -- well, we might have had one bit of a trip but it was an emergency and--” He rubbed again at his chest unconsciously. It didn’t feel tight now but it didn’t mean it wasn’t going to. “Stairs. Stairs are a bit of a problem right now.” Which was a problem right enough living in a Weyr where the living tended to be high up.
Tolfast watched his discomfort and frowned behind the hand he raised to scrub thoughtfully at his own beard. “No, no, lad. Not bad, I just.. Well, I’d be quite worried exposing them to the cold of *between*,” he explained carefully, walking on proverbial eggshells to avoid his words sounding like a reprimand. “You riders are secure up there on your dragons, but it would make me a lot more comfortable if you allowed me to get you and Tiddler harnessed up before you leave. Just so I know the little one’s as safe as you are.” There, that seemed harmless enough. “I’m certain we’ve got a harness his size in the storerooms. Call it a late ‘welcome back’ gift.”
“That is basically what straps are for riders so.. I’m not going to argue.” He’d phrased it right. Bl’by’s shoulders, which had hunched a little at implied wrong-doing, relaxed again. “Trust me, they’ve saved my neck enough times to know how important they can be even when you’re not a wiggly puppy.” He glanced after Tiddler again as the pup raced past, expression very much that of an anxious parent. “He’s been between twice,” he admitted. “Is that -- could it make him sick?”
"There's no guarantee of it, but he's still quite young. I would avoid more jumps if you can, and bundle him up like you would yourself," Tolfast replied, smiling at the obvious love in Bl'by's heart for the pup as evidenced by that worry he displayed. "Keepin' an eye on him for any changes in behavior is the best thing you can do. If he stops eating or drinking, starts actin' listless, you bring him over here right away and we'll take a look." He took a step toward the rider to lay a coarse hand gently on his shoulder. "I know you wouldn't do anything to hurt him purposely."
Habit made Bl’by shift towards a friendly touch; not flirting, just unconsciously leaning that bit closer. “He’s-- well, I’d say he’s not scared of anything, but clearly other dogs are the exception,” he admitted. “Tried to run off the edge of the ledge though. Lucky Traynth was fast.”
Tolfast chuckled, slightly more reserved than before, but amused nonetheless. "Lucky, indeed! Pups are like that sometimes, precocious little things. Have to protect 'em from themselves as much as the world around them. Shep wasn't always so well-behaved, just takes time for 'em to learn." His smile for Bl'by was genuine as he retracted the hand. "Tiddler's a brave dog if he's not scared of a dragon, nor ledges. Maybe he was always meant to fly." 
“I didn’t really -- owning a dog wasn’t precisely in the plan,” Bl’by admitted, his eyes still following the dogs as they raced in happy and widening circles. “Which is why I’m on the hop a bit. Don’t quite like not having it planned out with transporting him and the ledge not safely blocked off from him. We’ll get there I guess.”
"That's how life comes at you, fast and when you least expect it." Tolfast smirked wryly, painfully aware of that fact even after all these Turns, but it didn't detract from his good humor. "You knew to come to see me, and now we're goin' to have you and the pup setup just right. Anything you need for the boy, you just let me know and we'll get it sorted. First thing is first: a harness for flight and lashing. Should make your life a little easier right away." Thinking a moment, he added quickly, "Might be the smithcrafters could whip you up a gate for that ledge door, but I've got some spare fencing we could.. reappropriate."  
“..Lashing?” There was a startled horrified note to that query and Bl’by’s head snapped around to look at him directly. That word to anyone who’d spent significant amounts of time at Fort Weyr came with other connotations.
Tolfast regarded the man's alert terror with innocent confusion, completely unaware of how the word might have affected him. "Sure, lad," he defaulted to a warm, paternal tone while in doubt, remaining calm and even with intent to avoid escalation. The change in Bl'by set off the alarm that he had clearly made some sort of error. Hoping that explanation would clear the air, he elaborated slowly. "You know, the straps. The tie-downs. The little bits o' tanned hide that keep you secure on that dragon of yours.. You alright?" He hazarded to ask. 
Bl’by’s shoulders relaxed and he even laughed at himself a little sheepishly. “Yeah. Sorry. Thought for a minute you wanted me to hit him.” Which he knew himself was plainly ridiculous; there was no part of Tolfast that could possibly strike anyone as violence. “Never heard them called that before.”
Tolfast's face grew shocked and horrified in equal measure, though the expression would pass quickly, his feelings on were violence unwavering. "I would never," he said in an urgent whisper. "I do hope you know that, Bl'by. Goodness. I'm terribly sorry for scarin' you like that." The bluerider wasn't the only one looking a bit sheepish. "Someone tells you to do that, you just send 'em to me and I'll straighten them out, yes I will."
He cleared his throat, aware he'd started getting carried away. "Gettin' ahead of myself, though. Let's head over to storage and get Tiddler his new harness, hm?"


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


Valesa's eyes widened, and she laughed. It never occurred to her that he didn't know who she was. Not that she considered herself popular, but over the Turns since she'd Impressed she'd made a lot of friends, and it was rare to go anywhere someone didn't know her.

"I'm sorry Weyrl...Ko'ssen. I'm Valesa, rider of green Elioth, of the Feast Crashers." She put her hands on the table and focused on him. "I know that I've only been a rider for four Turns, and I'm probably a bit young for the job, but sometimes people can relate to a younger person." 

{{And you're not shy, and not easily flustered,}} Elioth added. Valesa grinned, mentally shushing her dragon. Elioth was right, but if he didn't know her, he'd find out for himself.

On Tue, Aug 4, 2020 at 9:15 PM Rosiegirl <rosiegirl872@...> wrote:
Watching the young woman as she slid into the offered seat across from him, when she just started talking without taking the opening he'd left to introduce herself it actually took a second for Ko'ssen to catch up with her unexpected words. 

So, as she rambled before that first breath, Ko'ssen just blinked at her as he tried to listen, probably looking a little more awkward than he had before she had started speaking. 

When she finished the rush with asking about becoming an assistant weyrlingmaster, Ko'ssen sat there for a moment looking her over as he worked through everything she's said in such a rush. She looked young...much younger than any of his current AWLMs, but he wasn't sure how old she really was, and realistically she *could* have impressed very early as a candidate and so could have more years as a rider than he thought, so age wasn't necessarily an issue. 

However, instead of answering her initial question Ko'ssen held his hand out to her and said with a friendly smile "With such a large clutch on the Sands, I appreciate your interest in becoming an assistant weyrlingmaster and we can certainly talk about that. However, I apologize Miss. You know who I am, but I've not had the pleasure of meeting you before. Please, call me Ko'ssen. Even now it's still a little odd to just be called 'Weyrlingmaster.'"

On Tue, Aug 4, 2020 at 11:15 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
That was all she needed, just a way in. Without hesitation she slid into the seat across from him.

"I've been thinking...I need more to do. And even though my training has been mostly Healer, and some meal preparations, I'd rather be out and about with the dragons. Impressing Elioth changed my life--for the better, of course--but I've noticed that not everyone feels that way at first. Sure, they love their dragons, but it's a huge change, even though the Candidatemasters warn us about that change."

She stopped to take a breath, then chuckled. "Usually the most hardheaded ones are the ones Impressed. Probably because they have the mental strength to handle a dragon. So, I was wondering, what would it take to be an assistant weyrlingmaster?"

{{A bit rushed, but not bad.}}

(ooc: Short isn't bad. Some conversations are short, so...)

On Mon, Aug 3, 2020 at 1:00 AM Rosiegirl <rosiegirl872@...> wrote:

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 surprised by a random greenrider approaching him and has no idea why she sought him out. Which was the plan. *grins*))


On Sat, Aug 1, 2020 at 7:42 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:

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: Candidate Watching Attn Sunstreath


((The young ones talk more.)) Sunstreath agreed, from his position out near the lakeside. He'd wait to try and enter later, when there weren't so many Candidates. ((Mine chatters like them sometimes, but at least he gets things done. I don't know about the chances of some of these.)) 

Re: Babysitting (attn Illeana/Zy'fen)


Illeana hurried back as quickly as she could. A Harpers job was never done and she felt like the chicken with her head chopped off. Most of the twelve turn olds started to drift as they entered into candidacy. Yet somehow she knew she had to keep them on track. But now was not the time. Now it was Zy and Tianmar time. She walked in and gently shut the door, seeing the little one sleeping. "How did he do today?"

Gently she picked up the little boy, so that if Zy wanted to sleep for a little he could.

On Wed, Aug 5, 2020 at 6:10 PM Amy Frazey <amyfrazey9@...> wrote:
Zy'fen adjusted the small body of the baby he was holding, giving the tiny back a gentle rub. Tianmar was sleeping, and Zy was halfway there himself, but he was awake enough that he wouldn't drop Tianmar while he waited for the boy's mother to return.

Willing Assistant Attn Ravelan

Laura Walker

Garatt liked books. And he had decent handwriting, and a decent memory for teaching songs. Harper had therefore seemed to be an easy choice for him as far as crafts went. They, after all, had all the books.

(He might have chosen BeastCrafting had his father not spent the last couple of turns firmly drumming into him that messing around with canines and runners was not a suitable activity for boys who were meant to be studying. He'd been well-trained to chose duty over pleasure by now, well-trained enough that the fact his father had no weight in this particular decision had yet to occur to him.)

What he did not have however was an ear for music. And the HarperCraft, well-used by now to boys who signed up for their three hours a day Crafting and then Impressed and never returned, saw little point trying to make a gifted musician out of a boy who clearly was not that interested but also had decent handwriting and could do basic tasks well if he stopped daydreaming for long enough. Far more sensible to send him to Harpers who could use that and at least get some use out of him.

So, Garatt got used to arriving and being sent to whichever Harper looked most in need of a willing assistant that day. He knocked politely and then stuck his head around the door without waiting for a response.

"'Excuse me. They said to ask if you needed help."


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

Babysitting (attn Illeana/Zy'fen)

Amy Frazey

Zy'fen adjusted the small body of the baby he was holding, giving the tiny back a gentle rub. Tianmar was sleeping, and Zy was halfway there himself, but he was awake enough that he wouldn't drop Tianmar while he waited for the boy's mother to return.

Candidate Watching Attn Sunstreath

Laura Walker

Just because the male dragons didn't stare the Candidates down quite so obviously as Foreth did when they came in did not mean they weren't watching. Talith might appear to be curled and half-dozing on the warm sands but his half-open eyes were following every Candidate as they wandered around the Sands, quietly taking their measure.

((Some of these talk a lot,)) he commented privately to Sunstreath. ((*Mine* never did.)) Not that he could remember being a Weyrling, never mind being in the egg. Still, it felt unlikely that R'tal would have ever been as chattery as these boys.


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

Re: Did You Pass the Test to See the Eggs? Atten: ALL FEMALE CANDIDATES/ALL/Foreth/Kassia


It had been burning under Ysolde's skin ever since she had heard the whispers flooding the Barracks that the Weyrwoman had summoned the female members of her family, most of which she knew had their own eye on gold for their own little egg-viewing. Before anyone else. The nepotism had made her blood boil because as far as she was concerned, Kassia had hung a banner that practically screamed "I know who I want to Impress MY dragon's gold eggs. Anyone else need not apply." Separate all the female Candidates known to have their eye on one thing? Sure, she could get behind that. But instead the clearly not good enough "everyone else" had been left on the sidelines waiting to be tossed a bone. 

When a summons for the female candidates had come, Ysolde had viewed it with suspicion. In all honesty, she half expected it to be an announcement that none of the other females were permitted to so much as even be too close to the Hatching Caverns. Unless of course you were related. Then she was sure it would be fine. Her face was set in stony severity as she filed in, carefully placing herself close enough to be able to hear. Gancing around her, Ysolde realised that she was surrounded by a sea of happy, expectant faces and for a second, wished she could be one of them. But at the same time, she just couldn't shake the feeling that they were viewing this whole charade through rose tinted lenses. That or had had the wool well and truly pulled over their eyes. Initially a brow had cocked into an inquisitive arch as Kassia talked about having already spoken to some females and immediately her eyes had darted around the room as if she could tell by their hair, their expression, their... something! Anything! Because she didn't think she'd missed any sort of similar request herself, nor any tap on the shoulders. The knife twisted a little more and the surprise was replaced by cool neutrality.

And then, Kassia continued talking and it was all Ysolde could do not for her eyes to fall out of her head in sheer, unadulterated disbelief at what she was hearing. Was this some sort of game that the woman was getting some sort of bizarre pleasure out of? Now telling Candidates that they had to jump through some assorted hoops of whatever ludicrous whim had taken her that morning? Ysolde was finding it harder and harder to believe that this was based entirely on the requests of her dragon and was leaning more and more to it being some sort of diversionary tactic to stack the deck in her family's favour - ensuring that "one of her own" exceeded the odds and walked away with a gold at their side. 

For several long seconds she was frozen in place. Everything seemed to have slowed down. Even Kassia's voice seemed distorted and unusual as she asked if they had any questions. Then something happened that anyone who knew how much Ysolde wanted to Impress gold possibly would never have expected. There was a loud and disconcerting groan as the legs of her chair grated along the floor as it was pushed back abruptly and without a word, Ysolde stood up. 

As if maybe she wanted to say something, she stayed there several seconds, looking at Kassia with an expression that was devoid of joy, devoid of hopeful expectation and was instead controlled with cold anger. And suddenly, without another word, she picked up her scrolls, turned on her heel and walked out, the clatter of the door returning to its closed state behind her the only announcement that anything had happened at all.

On Wed, Aug 5, 2020 at 9:50 PM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:

When it came to the girls, Kassia wanted to handle them herself. She'd been doing that for days now, just not on a large scale. She called all the girls together and made sure messages would be sent to any that couldn't be there. Once she had their attention, she said:


"Good morning, girls. I know you're all eager to see the eggs. Particularly two very special eggs. And I want to get you that chance." She paused to look around before continuing. "Unfortunately I have Foreth who has her own opinions. So we've come to a solution. Only those of you who talk to me first and that I am comfortable with sending along will get to see the eggs now. The rest can wait until the Caverns are open to every Candidate in about a week. Some of you I've already had a chance to talk to me and unless I've said that you have to wait, you have passed. I have your names on a list already. Everyone else will have a chance to talk to me in the next day or two and get approved. Once that happens you can set up a time to go see the eggs and Foreth. Like the boys you're going to want to behave and not make Foreth angry. Any questions?"

OOC: In order for your female Candie to see the eggs now, you need to play out the meeting with Kassia or talk to me on discord (sailyn3) to make sure that Kassia approves. After that your girls can go in one or two's to see the eggs. Foreth will be watching and may interact with your Character if you play out seeing the eggs. If you don't want to play out the meeting or have some reason you want Kassia to have rejected your girl, don't worry. Everyone will get open access to the eggs in a sevenday.

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: Come See the Eggs...If You're a Male Candidate atten: Ren's Male Candidates/Foreth/Kassia


OOC: Starring Adhuskren, Akron, Alesyion, Heersofali, Luicion, and Misli

Adhuskren went into the caverns with Misli with a mutual sense of reverence and respect. As they climbed the stands and reached where they would sit, they both bowed to Foreth respectfully.

"Thank you for allowing us to see your eggs, great Sun," Adhuskren intoned to the gold.

"It is an honor for us," Misli added and they sat to look at the beautiful eggs. Though they were boys and had no chance to Impress them, the gold eggs were still stunning and dazzling. "Metalsmiths would sprout wings and fly themselves to have gold wire like that."

"Yes, it's stunning," Adhuskren agreed while looking around at the other eggs. There was one which his eyes kept coming back to and he had to hum. The Winged Vengeance egg stood like a bastion against the others, seeming to protect them while still brooding on its own. "That one, the one that seems to have a black dragon wing spread across the surface. Can you imagine a black dragon?"

"That would be... unique." Misli wanted to say terrifying but didn't want to risk Foreth's ire. "I like that one." He indicated the Moonlit Shivers egg. "It reminds me of home, dead trees under a moon. It looks like there is fog hovering around the egg, but surely that's just dust Foreth kicked up tending them? It adds to the egg's beauty, though."

"That it does," Adhuskren agreed with a hand on the other's. "Foreth has laid a very unique clutch but overall they're sublime and beautiful. Even the ones some might call creepy have a surreal beauty about them."

"One would be very lucky to have a hatchling from Foreth." Misli sighed and the boys fell into silence.


Akron came in next and sat on the bottom row closest to the eggs after giving Foreth a salute. "Good day, Foreth! You really outdid yourself here. Your clutch is so colorful and vibrant. Sure some are dark, but that just sets up a contrast for the brighter ones. Ooooh look at that one!" He gestured to the Bronze Eye egg. "The base shell is dark while it looks like fire circles it. Makes me think of a smokey quartz surrounded by carnelians. I don't know if you've ever seen gemstones, but they're like dragon eyes, shiny and pretty with different colors. I bet a good steady brown will come from that egg. Do you have any guess?" He didn't know if Foreth would answer him but he'd heard of it happening.


Alesyion's entrance was quiet and respectful, a bow to Foreth before taking up a place in the stands and pulling out his sketchbook immediately. He started drawing the eggs and found himself far more aware of them because of that. Tender and loving detail went into each line and shading. His hand didn't stop until he found the Music in the Water egg and he stared at it with his mouth open a bit. "Golden Foreth, that egg is the most perfect antithesis of you. You who are the blazing fiery sun, there sits an egg which is the epitome of water itself. Listen, too, for I should expect to hear music coming from it. Yes, it is a perfect Harper blue!" He fervently started sketching again, making that egg stand out among them all in his image. "Surely it contains a blue as phenomenal as itself. I should love to meet him in his musical glory. Come hatching day, his story will be grand to hear. With luck, I shall be the one to hear it..." He was lost again in his sketching that his voice trailed off.


Heersofali took his seat reverently and gave the eggs a slow look. It was his second clutch to Stand for and he was excited. Of course, he was also so nervous that he was shaking a little in his hands and feet but he tried his best to hide that. Foreth would surely smell his nerves but he didn't expect her to react to it. "People should be nervous around you," he murmured to himself. "You're the greatest queen on Pern and you've laid two golds. There's no way anyone else is better than you. My mother's dragon isn't from you but... maybe mine will be. Your eggs are creepy but in the way that fall is. You know you're safe and everything is okay, but it's cold and foggy and you can't see... Like we can't see the hatchlings inside the shells! I bet... that one," he pointed at the Endless Sky egg, "Will be very friendly and sweet. Maybe a blue or a green. I'd love to meet them."


Luicion entered with a bit of swagger, stance relaxed and pace easy. He gave Foreth a friendly salute. "Heya great golden Sun! I see ya outdid yerself again, better'n any queen ever did. Woah, check out these eggs!" Luicion flopped down on a bench to resist leaning over the railing. "They look so cool! Man look at that GREENEST one ever!" He gestured to the Disgustingly Oozy egg. "Ohh, Foreth that egg is amazin'! I mean they all are, sure, but that one's so green... Makes me wonder if the shell's gonna be transparent after hatchin'. That looks so cool... Other'n that one... oh who's cool... That blacky-gold egg had me thinkin' you had three golds fer a minute!" Luicion laughed and shook his head. "You would. Oh..." He grew a bit quiet that the Bloodied Mess egg. "That, uh... reminds me of Fort. Of that night when the revolution happened."

Out of the fire comes new life. Telgar Rises!

Are you afraid of the dark? Come play in the Shadow...

Did You Pass the Test to See the Eggs? Atten: ALL FEMALE CANDIDATES/ALL/Foreth/Kassia


When it came to the girls, Kassia wanted to handle them herself. She'd been doing that for days now, just not on a large scale. She called all the girls together and made sure messages would be sent to any that couldn't be there. Once she had their attention, she said:


"Good morning, girls. I know you're all eager to see the eggs. Particularly two very special eggs. And I want to get you that chance." She paused to look around before continuing. "Unfortunately I have Foreth who has her own opinions. So we've come to a solution. Only those of you who talk to me first and that I am comfortable with sending along will get to see the eggs now. The rest can wait until the Caverns are open to every Candidate in about a week. Some of you I've already had a chance to talk to me and unless I've said that you have to wait, you have passed. I have your names on a list already. Everyone else will have a chance to talk to me in the next day or two and get approved. Once that happens you can set up a time to go see the eggs and Foreth. Like the boys you're going to want to behave and not make Foreth angry. Any questions?"

OOC: In order for your female Candie to see the eggs now, you need to play out the meeting with Kassia or talk to me on discord (sailyn3) to make sure that Kassia approves. After that your girls can go in one or two's to see the eggs. Foreth will be watching and may interact with your Character if you play out seeing the eggs. If you don't want to play out the meeting or have some reason you want Kassia to have rejected your girl, don't worry. Everyone will get open access to the eggs in a sevenday.

Come See the Eggs...If You're a Male Candidate atten: ALL/ALL MALE CANDIDATES/Foreth/Kassia


With Kassia's sleep still erratic, she had had plenty of time to discuss with Foreth what to do about people seeing the eggs. Foreth wanted people to get to see her eggs, but she was also scared, particularly of letting any girls near her eggs that might not be suitable. Boys, however, couldn't possibly Impress to the gold eggs, so she was less worried about those. Kassia sent word that the Caverns would be open all day to any male Candidate who wanted to come look at the eggs. It was ACM T'rif that got appointed to speak to the group and make sure the rules were passed all.

"Only boys are to go to the Caverns are this time," T'rifoshe said, addressing the assembled males. "You are to go in and quietly sit in the Stands. You can go in groups of no more than four. Talking among yourselves is permitted, but no horseplay. Any problems will make you risk not only getting ejected, but from not being allowed at the Egg Touching or even Standing. Do not go near the Sands themselves. Doing that and not being able to Stand will pale to the wrath of Foreth. Also, don't do anything to anger Foreth like insulting her eggs. Any questions?"

OOC: If there are no questions, feel free fore your male Candidates to go see the eggs. Foreth will be watching. Remember, IC Actions have Consequences.

Just Excited JP Kassia/Trifali


It was early morning. It may as well have been much later in the day given how awake Kassia was. Then again, she shouldn't have been awake at all given three days no sleep. Apparently no one had told her that as Kassia was sitting at her desk, going rapidly from one page to another, never really taking anything in even as she scribbled out things. This needed to be done. That needed to be done. Why weren't they done with the project over there? The thoughts flew rapidly through her head and she couldn't settle on just one. Maybe her helper could help run messages. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.

Trifali entered with a brisk knock and paused. She studied Kassia with her gray gaze, tucking a stand of red hair behind her ear. There was something indefinable about the Weyrwoman this morning; she almost vibrated with energy and she looked...manic. Stepping in, she straigthened her shoulders and asked, "Are you alright? Can I get you anything?"

Kassia turned a wide smile on her. Her response came rapid fire. "I'm fine. Very fine. There's two eggs...on the Sands. How could I not be fine? Everything is great!" Then she looked down at the paperwork. "There's just so much sharded work. Too much work. Things aren't going fast enough. Why isn't Foreth's pond done yet? They keep making excuses."

"What can I do?"

She gave a tentative smile, stomach tightening in shared excitement about the golden eggs. What must it be like to be Kassia right now? She nearly asked, but bit her tongue. The woman had shared enough at the lecture and after. And while they were family, Fali was still feeling her way around the relationship, careful not to step on the goldrider's toes figuratively speaking.

Kassia jumped up from her chair and started pacing. "Go on a walk with me. Can't sit here. Need to keep moving. Talk to me. Tell me what you're thinking. Do you like the gold eggs? Are you happy working for me? How are you doing? These rains are awful, aren't they?"

She looked at the figure of the restles Weyrwoman for a moment, a little taken aback by the flood of questions. She'd never seen her, not like this. But Trifali was game to do whatever she felt was needed. Family was like that, she was learning.

]Turning, she opened the door for Kassia in open invitation. The woman was all but shaking with energy, which seemed to add a presence to her. She seemed larger than the room containing her. It was a little fascinating, and a little scary.

"This way," Kassia said, bouncing a little as she walked. She led the way to the side entrance of the Caverns that led into the Weyr instead of outside into the rain. She giggled a little. "Tell me. Tell me."

Fali's heart beat faster as she thought back to the day she and the others had seen the eggs. She'd been captivated by the caged egg, lost in its complexities. Licking her lips, she took the questions in reverse order, giving herself more time to examine how she felt.

"The rain isn't so bad if you're inside. I'm well, thank you. Working for you is something I like very much, because I'm not only learning from you, I'm spending time with family." She flushed a little and for a moment, ducked her head so that her hair fell forward. Then she straightened, firmly telling herself to discard the old habbit.

"The eggs.... Well, they're beautiful..." she temporized, watching Kassia's swift, almost jerky movements and wondering what could possibly have the Weyrwoman givin off an almost franetic energy. It wasn't necessarally a bad thing, but she felt a little frantic herself with the Weyrwoman all but vibrating beside her.

"Good, good." From the response it wasn't clear whether Kassia had heard a word that Fali had said. She reached around to tug on her braid. "Two gold eggs, what am I going to do? Two gold Weyrlings. Two gold eggs of Foreth's. This is a good thing. It has to be a good thing. A good sign." She turned to Trifali suddenly. "What do you think of the other eggs?"

This she was prepared for. "They're all very unique," she answered honestly. "I believe Foreth did a wonderful job."

She paused for a moment, watching, Kassia's expression. It was as if the Weyrwoman couldn't decide how or what to feel. Impulsively, she reached out a hand and touched Kassia's arm in concern.

"They're all special. Anyone would be proud to lifemate to any of those eggs on the sand. Are you alright?"

The last came out quietly even as they continued to move a few steps, her own energy carrying them further. She could feel the Weyrwoman lmost shivering beneath her hand, quivering like a horse about to bolt.

Kassia jumped like she's been shot with an arrow and then settled a bit. She didn't shove away the hand. Instead she smiled widely again. "Something wrong? Of course not? Why would you think that? I feel great!" She turned back to the front. "I want to dance. We should have a dance! One that doesn't get stopped by something that I can go to...and dance."

"Because you're not acting like yourself," came the softly concerned answer. She wondered, for the first time, if she should get a Healer to check Kassia over. She looked into wild gray eyes so like her own and understood inately that something was amiss. SHe had hoped to speak to her about the egg and her almost visseral response to it and if that meant she was setting up for failure, but she thought in this moment that Kassia needed something that wasn't shiney right now on her mind.

"Maybe we should get some klah, talk about, well, you." Faranth, was she even doing this right?

"I'm telling you I'm feeling great." There was almost a bite to the words now, a flash in her eyes that was gone almost as fast as it came. "Definitely no klah, but we can go sit. If you want. We can talk about anything you want. Forget work. I don't need to do work."

"Let's sit," she agreed, thinking fast. "I just want to help, Kassia, I swear."

Kassia looked around. There were no benches or anything, just a long corridor. "If you want to sit, we can go back. But I don't want go back. I want to move, move, move."

Fali swallowed thickly. She considered her words carefully, watching Kassia's expression as she answered: "They're both unique and beautiful and whom ever Impresses them will be the luckiest girl alive at that moment."

Did she dare elaborate? Ask more of this strange, hyperactive side of Kassia? Did she dare, in fact, to bare her soul just a little and admit that she was partially in love with one of the golden eggs and shouldn't, in her mind, dare to hope, not when her lifemate might be in one of the other shells or not even at this hatching. She bit her lower lip again, a nervous gesture from her childhood.

“Lucky, you think they’d be lucky?” Kassia demanded, turning a steady gaze on the Candidate. “Lucky to have found a lifemate that might try to tear your mind apart to gain control? To have to compete with another gold Weyrling when one is hard enough? To all the duties? To all the problems that baby golds create? To a life of danger just because you’re linked to a shiny? Lucky like that?”

She looked into the older woman's clear gray eyes with her own. Her back was ram-rod straight, her shoulders back. She recognized that somehow, she'd misstepped, but she refused to wilt under that steady gaze, to back down.

                  "Lucky," she repeated, strongly. "We all understood what we were agreeing to when we                    agreed to stand as Candidates for the gold eggs. If I see it as lucky, as well as all the things you just said, then that's my opinion. You did ask what I thought, didn't you?"

Kassia gave a snort. "We'll see if they're lucky." She looked back the way they came and turned around. "I have duties to do. I can't take a walk." She started striding back the way they came.

She would not apologize. Yes, she understood that becoming a goldrider had risks and caviats. But it also meant that she, they, who ever Impressed the twin golds, was lucky. Faranth, anyone who left the grounds partnered come hatching day would be lucky, she added silently as she shadowed Kassia back to her office.

"Can I get you anything?" was what she asked, a little breathlessly, as Kassia and she returned to the office doorway. While she wouldn't apologize, she refused to hold tight to resentment. What ever bothered the Weyrwoman was a kind of thing she, alone, couldn't help her with, she thought.

Kassia made her way around her desk, but remained standing as she started to rifle quickly through the papers on her table. Without looking at Trifali, she said, "Not yet. You can watch the eggs until I need you."

"Understood," Trifali said, regretting that she'd seemingly drivenn a wedge between them. SHe'd fix it, once Kassia was -- well, she assumed -- calmer.

Wordlessly, she turned away now and gazed out over the sands. An egg there, one here, yet another over there. She familiarized herself yet again with every egg. But last, and with an almost painful beat of her heart, she focused on the golden egg that looked as though its occupant was in a cage.

She glanced back at Kassia, sighing softly before returning her focus to the banded and barred gold of the egg. If the woman wanted her help, she would ask. Until then, all Trifali could do was wait.

Double the Golden Advice JP/B'lin


OOC: Set three days after the Clutching

A few days after the eggs were laid, Kassia turned to Foreth. The gold was being a little more agreeable now that she was no longer gravid and she was eager to show off her eggs in a very careful manner. So far she’d been okay with people who weren’t possibly able to Impress the gold eggs and that she knew well to come see them.

“Love, can B’lin come see the eggs?” she asked.

Foreth stretched out her head so that it was away from her eggs and Kassia could come up to stand on tiptoe and scratch near her headnobs.

((If he doesn’t come near my eggs,)) the gold gave her standard answer.

“Will you call for him or do I have to ask someone else?” Kass used her other hand to scratch the Queen’s cheek.

There was a moment of no reply while Foreth groaned happily at the scratches and then she said, ((If I must.))

Kassia stepped back off the Sands and headed to her desk in the Rankers’ Stands to get some work done while she waited.

((Yours is to come see my egg,)) Foreth said, her words still closer to polite than usual. Closer.

A few moments passed before Quelenth replied cautiously, ((Is it an emergency or may he finish breakfast?))

For once the gold didn’t lie and she was feeling a bit more straight forward, ((It is not an emergency. Bring Mine breakfast, too. She is not eating enough.))

((He says he’ll bring a tray. No fish,)) Quelenth reassured. He hesitated. The Hatching Grounds could get crowded already with two fathers about, but still. ((Would you like company?))

((No fish,)) Foreth agreed. She didn’t need to eat much now that she clutched, which might be part of the reason Kassia wasn’t eating as much. ((You can come. Just don’t upset Talith or Truenoth.))

Oddly, telling B’lin he didn’t have to hurry still got him to hurry if he could, and got him arriving in a much better mood besides. He came to greet Foreth first before even looking for Kassia, proud of her in an oddly fatherly way. After all, she had been his baby gold first, and now look at her, laying two gold eggs at once.

“You did well, girl,” he greeted her, as Quelenth tried to find a spot unlikely to offend either of the two males watching the eggs.

Foreth rumbled proudly and preened, clearly liking the approval. ((Do you like my daughters, too?)) she asked Quelenth, assuming that he’d see them through B’lin’s eyes.

Kassia smiled, happy to see the interaction. Foreth’s happy mood was so rare, it was worth celebrating.

((They’re lovely,)) Quelenth said. ((And the others too - how many?))

“A lot,” B’lin said. “That’s going to be one big class.”

Foreth pulled the number from Kassia’s head. ((Twenty six including the gold eggs.)) Not a huge clutch, but still a decent size as far as Foreth was concerned. Of course what gold wouldn’t want more and more eggs. After they were laid anyway. Not so much while she was carrying them.

“I don’t envy the AWLMs,” Kassia said, coming up beside him and slipping her hand in his. “Especially the gold eggs. I’m already trying to figure out how us goldriders are going to handle our end with the new goldriders.” She squeezed his hands. “Do you have any suggestions?”

B’lin looked down at her and laughed. “Female WeyrlingMasters perhaps?” he suggested drily. “Ones who are very much not interested.”

Kassia coughed and gave him an innocent look. “Perhaps a good idea,” she said. “Of all the Weyrlings, they’re the ones I worry the most about that.” And not just because of her own experiences. Okay, a lot because of her own experiences, but also because of the type of person it usually took to Impress a gold. Strong willed, persistent, and maybe a bit of a manipulative side. Queens wrapped the Weyr around their finger and their riders often tried, too.

“Of course your problem is there’s two of them, and they’re contrary types. If you give them no other way to rebel they’ll sleep with each other,” B’lin said. “Though if you want advice -- that is it, really. Give them some way to rebel that they can win.”

Kassia raised an eyebrow. “And what sort of thing would that be? Something that doesn’t cause the other Weyrlings to rebel as well, preferably.”

“Faranth knows. Can you give them some duty just for goldriders that they’ll want to get out of?” B’lin suggested.

“That’s something that could probably could be done,” Kassia agreed. “I’m open to anything. I’m really scared that this could go badly.”

“Ah, Kass.” Until now B’lin had been at least half-joking. Now he slipped his arm around her, seeing the seriousness. “Don’t court trouble before you have it. For all you know it’ll be a pair of tiny twelve turn olds and you can deal with them by sending them to bed early.”

“Oh Faranth, twelve turn olds.” Kassia looked even more horrified by that. She leaned into him, holding him tight. “I’m not sure what’s worse. Although at least the twelve year olds aren’t going to lose their gold by sleeping around.”

“Twelve turn olds are fine. I’ve taught plenty of them. Naughty, sure, but less inclined to think they know everything than the older ones.” B’lin rubbed her back lightly. “You sure this is what you’re really worried about?”

“I don’t know, I haven’t slept,” Kassia said in one breath then in the next, “I’m afraid of keeping them safe. Keeping everyone safe. My family. You, M’gal, and Sh’ain. The Candidates. The Creche. So many people to keep safe.”

There were guards watching. B’lin still hadn’t got used to the guards; couldn’t yet regard them as breathing disinterested furniture.

“Shall we take a little wander to that side-bit you’re living in?” he suggested gently.

Kassia looked around at the temporary weyr which was definitely bigger after the expansion. She looked back at him and nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, we can.”

She pulled away to grab his hand and lead him inside to a couch.

B’lin put his arms around her as they sat down, pulling her close into him and resting his chin on her head. “You know you have to sleep.”

“Not sleepy,” she said, snuggling into him. Something had switched with the closer contact and now her hands were reaching to pull his shirt out from his pants to find skin.

“When was the last time you slept?” It wasn’t that B’lin was unwilling exactly, more that he was worried, and suspecting that he’d forget that if he surrendered too quickly to Kassia’s distraction.

Kassia sat back and gave him a dodgy look, not liking his line of questioning. “A little bit,” she said and returned to what she was doing. “Come on, I’ve been busy.”

“Kass.” B’lin captured her hands very gently in his own. “We do a deal,” he said. “We go to the bedroom, which feels slightly further away from where guards are pretending they’re not listening. And afterwards you sleep.”

Kassia pulled slightly at his hands then settled. “Sleep gets in the way,” she said with a frown.

“You sleep,” B’lin repeated, gentle and firm, his tone very much that of her WeyrlingMaster. “Or I go talk to K’ren and his way of making you sleep won’t be as fun.”

The look Kassia gave him was less than friendly. She glared at him a long moment, her leg bouncing up and down. Then she grabbed his hand and stood to tug him toward the bedroom. “You come with me. We talk about sleep later.”

There was an argument brewing there, crackling in the air like the threat of thunder. For now, B’lin let it pass. She was tired. And besides, if he tired her out a little more she might not have a choice about the sleep.

Re: Checking In (Diagir/Insera)


Diagir entered with a salute to his Master. "Good day, Master Insera. I'm here for the follow-up for my suspension."
Out of the fire comes new life. Telgar Rises!

Are you afraid of the dark? Come play in the Shadow...

Re: Just Keep Swimming (ATTN: Yiyu/S'lion)


{{Treasure, you say?}} Now the young blue was interested as he peered out past the bronze waiting in the depths to stop them.

S'lion put a stop to that train of thought by reaching up, grasping Tototh's jaw, and pulling him down so that his dragon was looking right at him in surprise. "No." The word was heavy with empathy and command, will oozing out of it so much that Tototh actually sat down in the water with a cheep. "You'll listen now just like you'll listen later. Look at Mandath- do you see him charging in and disobeying?"

{{No,}} Tototh agreed with a glance towards his favorite brother. {{He's trying to organize everyone into ranks to go into the water. Should we join?}}

"We don't have to, no. We're having our lesson with Yiyu and that's fine. We don't always have to listen to Mandath, at least not yet."
Out of the fire comes new life. Telgar Rises!

Are you afraid of the dark? Come play in the Shadow...

Re: Lunch For Two! (atten: Ko'ssen)


"Jus' J'zat's fine, sir." J'zat responded, with a nod of gratitude for both the prompt door answering and the removal of one of the trays. "Ya got it." he added, after a moment, standing patiently until the desk was cleared, before setting down his own tray opposite Ko'ssen's. "'Pologies if ah interrupted anythin'. Figured it was lunchtime, though, and Meisteth said yer bronze hadn't moved from his spot, so ah figured you were still in here." He squinted, briefly, at the hides. "Lesson plans?"