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Re: One Of These Things Is Not Like The Others ((Attn: Namieh, Kassia, Any Boys))

Laurie
 

"Oh sweetie, you won't die," Rulynn said gently. "But we need to move you. Come now, let's get you to the Infirmary." She glanced at T'rif, hoping he didn't want the girl to be kept there for any other reason. She needed to get those ribs bound before one punctured something they couldn't fix.

On Mon, Aug 17, 2020 at 2:44 PM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
Namieh responded to the cajoling by cooperatively ceasing her cries, which both lessened the amount of pain she was (albeit just a little) and helped reassure that she would at least capitulate when certain death was the alternative. The adults discussing the possibility for punishment sailed over her head, her attention only for the apprentices that had begun to move her. What Rulynn had said was true - this was far worse than before. She tried not to fight against Healer hands, understanding that it would only exacerbate her pain, but the survivalist in her wanted to resist. As they lifted her into the stretcher, Nami burst into new weeping that abated into shuddering sniffles once she was settled. Every breath hurt! "P-Please," she whimpered piteously. "It hurts-- so much!" That she might soon feel relief once in the Infirmary hadn't registered in her terrified mind, focused only on the present and how agonizing her own injuries were. "Don't let me die."

On Sun, Aug 16, 2020 at 5:53 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Ru nodded absently at T'rif. She breathed a sigh of relief when the feet moved, but winced at the evident agony Namieh evidently felt. When she started sobbing Ru shook her head.

"Enough of that. You can cry after we've got you put back together, but for now, you're causing yourself even more pain." But the injuries were bad. It was going to be excruciating to be moved onto the stretcher, and carried back to the Infirmary. But initial examination showed that she wasn't paralyzed--yet--and her breath sounds were good, so the ribs hadn't punctured a lung--again, yet. Fellis would relax her, but she didn't want her too relaxed before getting her to the Infirmary.

She sighed. "OK, I hate to do this to you but you think you're in pain now? We need to move you now, and the pain is going to be so much worse. But I promise, after we get you there I'll make sure you won't have any pain for several hours, at least." She gestured for the apprentices to move the girl to the stretcher. "Gently!" she admonished, steel in her tone. She could easily make their lives miserable in the Infirmary, and even though this Candidate had done something illegal and unconscionable, Rulynn wasn't sadistic. There were better ways to punish a wayward Candidate.

"I know you want some sort of punishment for this child," she said to T'rif, "but for now, the amount of pain she's going to be in should be enough. She will also definitely not Stand for this Clutch, and depending on when the next queen rises, possibly not the next one either. For today, that knowledge will have to suffice."  

On Sun, Aug 16, 2020 at 9:18 AM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:
"She must have snuck in pretending to be a boy," T'rif guessed as she got out of the way. "I told her not to move until you got here." He was worried about her, but also furious.


Sneaking In Amongst Runners (Garatt/Tolfast)

Laura Walker
 

Sometimes, when you were a Candidate, you got sent on errands. Sometimes, when Garatt was lucky, the errands took him right past the runner fields. And sometimes they didn’t and he “got lost” or engineered a shortcut  that took him past there anyway. It only meant a five minute stop but five minutes could be a blissful thing.


He had his own particular runner he’d been working on making friends with, a lovely dark brown creature he’d quietly fallen in love with. Swiping a piece of fruit or vegetable from meals was doing well for him; she was already starting to recognise him as ‘friend’ or at least ‘food’ and canter over when he passed by. And that made life easier because it meant he could make the most of that five minutes rather than spending most of it leaning over a fence staring at her and making hopeful calling noises.


Tolfast had become accustomed to the faces that frequented the stable yard, as they tended to be either under his tutelage or owners of the animals he oversaw. He was aware when a candidate had begun lingering near the runners occasionally, standing out like a sore thumb in his well-oiled machine. As the boy had not caused any trouble, he had made a habit of letting the journeymen know not to shoo the lad off too fast whenever he arrived. He would have to go back to his lessons, but Tolfast saw no harm in allowing him to dawdle *a little*.


Informed that the boy had shown up again, Tolfast decided it was time to make an introduction. Stuffing a few sweet cubes into his pocket, he made his way out to the runner pens in search of him. Before intruding on the scene by making himself known, though, he waited a short distance away and merely watched the interaction between candidate and beast. 


"What's your name?" He asked at last. 


Garatt had been quite happy scratching the runner behind one ear. With no idea of what she was called he’d been trying to think up a name for her but nothing seemed to fit. He startled guiltily at the question.


Responses flickered through his head ranging from denial (I was just passing through and she was friendly!) to excuse (It was only an orangeroot and those are good for you!) to self-justification (Anyway, she was hungry!) The ‘oh shards, I’ve been caught’ look was quite quite clear for that moment before he remembered himself and drew himself up as his father had taught him to. Not that standing straight made any difference when you were talking to a veritable giant but still.


“Garatt.” No ‘sir’, his father had been stern on that, you started greeting stables-folk with ‘sir’ and even if you were a small boy it didn’t look good. Still, even as he was trying to look like someone who didn’t have to justify himself he was blushing.


Tolfast watched the boy without a hint of amusement on his face, though that guilty expression had made it hard to suppress laughter. Looking him up and down as though weighing how best to proceed, his gaze left momentarily to the runner standing placidly on the other side of the fence. He knew that one, not the friendliest mare he'd ever met - that she was waiting patiently indicated to Tolfast that the boy had done his work in earning her trust already. His lips twitched in the effort of hiding his smile. 


"Right then, Garatt. Where are you s'posed to be right now?"


The guilt intensified. Garatt had been scolded often enough for standing around dreaming over runners and canines when he was meant to be working. Here came another one. He resigned himself to it, shoulders hunching a little unconsciously in preparation for the likely lecture. “Back with the Harpers,” he admitted. “But one of the journeymen needed a message running and she came to say hello so I stopped.” And had just happened to have an orangeroot in his pocket. And definitely had never stopped before.


The runner, impatient with so much attention not being shown to her, whickered and leaned to nose at him, hoping he might be hiding more snacks.


Tolfast finally let crack his smile, glancing between the runner and the boy while Garatt spoke. "She's choosy, that one. Doesn't like just anyone," he explained, fixing the boy with a softened gaze and a quirk of his eyebrow. "Got to have the right touch to lure her in, otherwise she'd ignore ya all day. You can call me Tolfast, Garatt." That look on the younger's face, the defensive posture as he prepared for a tongue lashing - he knew them well. No need to spook him with the authority of Tolfast's rank.


"Have you had many chances to see runners before?" He asked, hazarding a guess. "Used to spend every moment I could find in the stables at the old Hold, when I was your age. They're lovely, ain't they?"


“When I was a kid.” Because fourteen was clearly far beyond being a kid. Garatt relaxed as it seemed no scolding was forthcoming, twisting a little to try to settle the runner with one hand. “My aunt let us muck around on them.” 


Unsatisfied with only getting half his attention the runner blew an exasperated snort down her nose at him and he laughed, turning to look at her. “It’s no good complaining when you ate it already.”


Tolfast smirked at the mare's insistence. The boy's response told him just how long he'd been lingering there, and he couldn't help but be reminded of himself many Turns ago. He'd been right where this lad was then, facing the stablemaster, but Tolfast wanted to make sure that this time things went differently. 


"Say, you want to spend a few candlemarks here every day? I could sure use the extra hands." Tolfast was certain he could speak to Nayari about some sort of arrangement. There was no justice in denying the boy his dreams. "And I bet our gal here wouldn't mind the steady orangeroot deliveries."


Can I?” Garatt’s eyes went wide and hopeful for a moment before he wilted. “Thanks, but I’m not meant to,” he said, even as one hand went to stroke the mare’s neck. His father would undoubtedly be displeased if he ever somehow found out.


Tolfast couldn't hide the laugh that left him to watch the sudden change, the boy's face so starkly different from one moment to the next. "What makes you so sure?" He asked, grinning from ear to ear. "I've got some weight to throw around, y'know." Shifting one shoulder forward so they were easier to make out, Tolfast pointed to the Master's knots pinned thereon. "I've got a good eye for folks and I know someone with a love of the beasts when I see it." His hands settled with his thumbs casually caught in his pockets, looking around with a playfully conspiratorial glance. "A little flit told me this ain't your first visit, and I'd like for you to have a chance to feel out what it's like to work this side of the Weyr. Maybe you'll want to stick around. Or.. maybe you'll find it too tough." Tolfast shrugged, pretending not to care though he very much did, prodding at the boy's pride. "Not just anyone can stick it out."


“My father doesn’t like me to,” Garatt admitted, and maybe there was a whole explanation just there in the way he referred to him; ‘My father’ rather than Da or Dad or even just Father. “I’m not meant to waste time messing around with them when I ought to be doing proper work.” And even here, where it was unlikely his father would ever come without a Hatching to bring him, he had kept obediently to those restrictions, ducking the disapproval of an invisible father figure even as he crept out to the runners when he could.


“I could though,” he added fiercely, pride successfully pricked. “They used to let me help at my aunt’s and I was only little then.” He turned his face towards the mare, and his expression said the ‘yes, oh please, yes’ that his words said no to. “She’s really lovely though, isn’t she?” he said wistfully, as she nosed at his uniform, clearly debating whether buttons were edible.


Tolfast caught the note of implied authority when Garatt spoke of his father, and he scrubbed at his beard absently in thought. A parent who thought of work like this as 'messing around' wouldn't have taken kindly to the boy's interests from the get-go. He could empathize with that a great deal. As the boy straightened his spine, the smile on Tolfast's face reappeared. "Ah, well I didn't know that. You *do* sound like you have some idea of how things ought to go 'round here already." He drew out the next pause, this time in playful suspense, before curling his fingers in a thumbs-up gesture. 


"You leave it to me. I'll find a way to get you some extra candlemarks here. Can't go lettin' a brave lad like yourself go to waste when there's a mare here who needs ya'."


The hopeful smile teased out by that promise suggested that all Garatt’s birthdays had maybe come at once. “I’d love that,” he breathed wistfully, staring at the runner. “I’d work at anything.” He stroked her neck again, looking a little shyly at the terrifying adult authority figure turned unexpectedly friendly. “What’s her name?”


Grinning broadly now, Tolfast inclined his head. “Good. It’s settled.” He would speak to one of the candidatemasters later that day to work out the details, but for now, the boy could be allowed to stay a little longer. At the query, he glanced toward the mare craning her neck to stick that big head over the fence. “That one I call Dara, but I imagine she’ll answer to just about anything if you’ve got a handful of her favorite treat.”




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Re: A Few Of My Favorite Things ((Attn: Andreya, Trifali))

Jessica Freise
 

"Can I join you?"

Trifali asked from the doorway, one hand behind her back. In it was curled the small gift she had bought Andreya; pretty and delicate, she had thought the hair accessory would fit the girl. Her gray eyes danced with inner mischief as she waited for Andrey's answer.


On Aug 3, 2020, at 6:42 PM, Rosiegirl <rosiegirl872@...> wrote:

Andreya had been a bit shaken by the ending to the Gather, but she was back in the now familiar Candidate barracks and she'd already checked on her mom by flit to find out that her mom had made it home safely. So she was slowly relaxing again due to the routine of being a candidate with the classes, chores, studying and everything else, despite the worry she now felt toward her cousin's safety. 

It was actually in the free time hours after dinner, just a few days after the Gather, when she was studying in her favorite smaller, lesser used study room in the nook she'd claimed. Both her flits were with her because they sensed that their person was still unsettled, Ellysetta draped over Andreya's knees under the table and Colzar perched on the back of the chair she was sitting in as if he was standing sentry. 

In front of Andreya was spread out her study materials, and her head was bent over the hides with her damp hair loose and flowing over her shoulders. After her bath after dinner, instead of her candidate uniform she'd dressed in more casual, relaxed clothing very much not her typical style...an outfit that would be more likely considered loungewear with her flowy, light blouse and loose wrap skirt that hung down to her knees at its highest point in an asymmetrical hemline.

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Re: Clutching Time: attn Nyzara / C'lynx

Jessica Freise
 

"Thank you," she said, honestly touched. She let herself relax into the arm around her shoulders while a companionable silence fell between them. It was punctuated by a soft hiss as Flare rose to her hind legs, depositing te first mottled egg in the nest.

On Aug 17, 2020, at 6:28 AM, kepheren <kepheren@...> wrote:

"Every lady deserves an audience," he said with a smile of his own. C'lynx laid a hand over hers and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"And since she can't see for you while she is otherwise occupied stay close to me and I'll be your guide."

With that he put an arm around Nyzara's shoulder, hoping she wouldn't object. He found himself rather fond of the healer though they didn't know each other all that well. Perhaps he should work a little harder to get to know her better.


Re: One Of These Things Is Not Like The Others ((Attn: Namieh, Kassia, Any Boys))

 

Namieh responded to the cajoling by cooperatively ceasing her cries, which both lessened the amount of pain she was (albeit just a little) and helped reassure that she would at least capitulate when certain death was the alternative. The adults discussing the possibility for punishment sailed over her head, her attention only for the apprentices that had begun to move her. What Rulynn had said was true - this was far worse than before. She tried not to fight against Healer hands, understanding that it would only exacerbate her pain, but the survivalist in her wanted to resist. As they lifted her into the stretcher, Nami burst into new weeping that abated into shuddering sniffles once she was settled. Every breath hurt! "P-Please," she whimpered piteously. "It hurts-- so much!" That she might soon feel relief once in the Infirmary hadn't registered in her terrified mind, focused only on the present and how agonizing her own injuries were. "Don't let me die."


On Sun, Aug 16, 2020 at 5:53 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Ru nodded absently at T'rif. She breathed a sigh of relief when the feet moved, but winced at the evident agony Namieh evidently felt. When she started sobbing Ru shook her head.

"Enough of that. You can cry after we've got you put back together, but for now, you're causing yourself even more pain." But the injuries were bad. It was going to be excruciating to be moved onto the stretcher, and carried back to the Infirmary. But initial examination showed that she wasn't paralyzed--yet--and her breath sounds were good, so the ribs hadn't punctured a lung--again, yet. Fellis would relax her, but she didn't want her too relaxed before getting her to the Infirmary.

She sighed. "OK, I hate to do this to you but you think you're in pain now? We need to move you now, and the pain is going to be so much worse. But I promise, after we get you there I'll make sure you won't have any pain for several hours, at least." She gestured for the apprentices to move the girl to the stretcher. "Gently!" she admonished, steel in her tone. She could easily make their lives miserable in the Infirmary, and even though this Candidate had done something illegal and unconscionable, Rulynn wasn't sadistic. There were better ways to punish a wayward Candidate.

"I know you want some sort of punishment for this child," she said to T'rif, "but for now, the amount of pain she's going to be in should be enough. She will also definitely not Stand for this Clutch, and depending on when the next queen rises, possibly not the next one either. For today, that knowledge will have to suffice."  

On Sun, Aug 16, 2020 at 9:18 AM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:
"She must have snuck in pretending to be a boy," T'rif guessed as she got out of the way. "I told her not to move until you got here." He was worried about her, but also furious.


Re: One Of These Things Is Not Like The Others ((Attn: Namieh, Kassia, Any Boys))

sailyn2
 

Kassia turned to make sure that the Caverns were clear of Candidates and other people who shouldn't be there. Then she rounded on Asheran.

"What the feck were you thinking?" she snapped. "What could possibly make you put Foreth's eggs at risk?"


Re: Party: Pardon My Clumsiness attn Miacca / Ronhim

Mya L. R.
 

On Tue, Jul 28, 2020 at 7:37 AM kepheren <kepheren@...> wrote:
His smile grew brighter as Miacca tried to reassure him. He wasn't very skilled in social matters but he could tell she was being kind to him and that made Ronhim happy. Happy and just a bit nervous if he was honest with himself. The blush was still there and his stammer but she seemed willing to talk to him for a few minutes despite all that.

"Numbweed?" he replied with a smile as she giggled. It was such an endearing trait to him and the big fellow actually chuckled a bit in reply.

"If you say so. Thank you for saying I'm sweet. A pretty girl has never said anything like that to me before. Your....really sweet too."

It sounded clumsy but it was the best he could do.

Although clumsy, Miacca still found it adorable, especially in combination with the chuckle.  "Yes Numbweed."  Her tone came out rather lighthearted now about the topic, made even lighter by the bright smile on her face.  "My uncle is a Dragonhealer and I've been a Candidate since I turned 12, so I've been around when Numbweed is being prepared enough that I'm sure that Numbweed is where disgusted expressions originated from."
 

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Re: One Of These Things Is Not Like The Others ((Attn: Namieh, Kassia, Any Boys))

Jenna Cunningham
 

Asheran tripped along beside Kodah, saying nothing for the moment, and the shakes got progressively worse as all of that adrenaline finally faded, leaving him feeling wrung out and weak and numb. He wasn't sure what the Weyrwoman had to say to him - maybe condolences, or words of quiet reassurance? He'd tried his best to stop the other boy. Maybe she'd be disappointed he had failed. Or angry. Her gold certainly had been, and he knew by rumour that she had a temper, too.


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

Laurie
 

The first thing Valesa noticed was Ko'ssen drawing his hand back, and for the first time she blushed in embarrassment. She hadn't even seen him offer his hand! How could she be expected to do anything if she was this un-observant?

Also, his questions had her realizing that maybe she had jumped the gun on this AWLM thing. What did she know, after all? Except...she was good with people. Her Healer training had that down, and she enjoyed it, but she didn't care for having to bandage up her friends and wingmates. Though sending out fresh-faced students into danger wasn't much better...

Dragonriding was dangerous. She was starting to understand why there were so many alcoholics in the Wings. She bit her lip, for the first time feeling unsure of her wants.

"Honestly, I was Searched, came to the Weyr, and Impressed at the first Clutch I Stood at. I barely got a chance to be known in the Infirmary--I was an apprentice Healer. And I don't dislike Healing, and if I'm not right for this, that's what I'll do when I'm not being a dragonrider." She cast her eyes down. "I get bored easily. That's why I didn't go into the Bakercraft like my mother. It's too routine, unless you're trying to make something new. The new is what excites me, and even though there will always be routine in every Craft, this seemed to be something I could really get into."

Crossing her arms, she leaned toward the Weyrling Master. "I know I'm young and inexperienced. But in a way, isn't that what you might be able to work with better? I'm not set in my ways yet.  And maybe I don't become a full AWLM at first. How about an assistant to the assistants? Maybe you should think about a mentorship for those newly graduated riders who have the potential to become good teachers. Grab us while we're young." And now, she wasn't even talking about herself, but about anyone who could be groomed early for this job. Training Weyrlings could be a delicate process, at the very least.


On Sun, Aug 16, 2020 at 5:25 PM Rosiegirl <rosiegirl872@...> wrote:
Seeing her wide eyes and laugh as Ko'ssen asked for her to introduce herself, even though she'd not taken his offered hand of greeting, the WLM couldn't help his own smile widening in response. As she introduced herself, the mention of the 'Feast Crashers' told him (through his study since becoming WLM) that she impressed about 4 and a half turns ago, meaning that unless she'd been held back from graduating Weyrlinghood for whatever reason that she's been a full fledged Rider for only around 3 turns....

Shells, only 3 turns out of Weyrlinghood herself and she wants to be an AWLM? Well, at the very least she'd have it a bit more fresh in her memory than his own Weyrlinghood experiences, and that *could* be helpful. But the other potential problem is...based on how old Ko'ssen thought she looked, some of the potential weyrlings who impress could be *older* than her, so how would she manage a class where she could be younger than some of the weyrlings. But, she also had a point about weyrlings possibly being able to relate to a younger AWLM better...

When she finished speaking Ko'ssen pulled himself out of his musing and said with a smile as he lowered his previously offered hand back to the table "Well Greenrider Valesa, it's a pleasure to meet you." 

With that, Ko'ssen straightened up slightly and turned to the topic of conversation. He gave her a brief nod of acknowledgement as he began with "While you do have a point, that some weyrlings could potentially be able to relate better to a younger AWLM, there's a bit more to being an AWLM than that. Beyond getting them to feel comfortable enough to confide in you about any problems they are having, you need to be observant enough to be able to detect changes in each of the weyrling's behavior that could be indicative of them having some kind of problem that they *havent* confided in one of the WLM team. I'm under no illusions that each weyrling is totally and entirely honest with us when they are struggling, despite the clear emphasis we've put on the fact that issues in Weyrlinghood can possibly cause them some real, possibly even life threatening, trouble down the road. And that's even before the 'teaching, issues & conflict resolution, and even discipline' aspects of the job."

Looking at her for a moment, considering his next words, Ko'ssen continued with "I'm not sure how much you're aware of regarding some of the structuring changes that we've implemented recently, but I'll go ahead and explain. While we *do* still have the large 'class-wide' lessons that you'd be familiar with from your own weyrling training, that's only the beginning part of each lesson now. After one of the WLM team leads the 'class-wide' lesson, then each class breaks up into their small 'mentor groups' for more in depth discussion and questions/answer sessions. Each smaller 'mentor group' is assigned their own specific AWLM, so ideally you get a chance to *really* know and connect with those specific weyrlings who are your mentees, which should help you to be able to see any of those small behavior changes hinting at possible issues that I mentioned before. And it's a bit of an easier system to help the shyer weyrlings actually get a chance to speak up in their smaller 'mentor groups' too, compared to the 'class-wide' lessons. However, I say this because each AWLM does eventually lead one of the 'class-wide' lessons for whichever weyrling class they are assigned to, not just their small mentor group."

Giving her a moment to absorb all that information, Ko'ssen took a sip of the juice in front of him before asking a mostly simple few questions "I know you've not been a full Rider for more than a few turns, based on your weyrling class, but how long were you a candidate before impressing? Have you had a chance, either as a long-term candidate or since joining the Wings, to shadow someone or be their assistant? And just to clarify *why* I'm asking this, I'm not just asking for the paperwork side of being an assistant, but for being able to observe someone in a more 'leading' type position handling the people that fall under them, similar to how an AWLM would be handling the weyrlings under them."

Overall, with his words and attitude Ko'ssen wasn't giving off the impression of declining her request to be an AWLM, he was only trying to not just give *her* more information, but also get more information himself of the rider seeking this AWLM position. He was trying to be *careful*, considering this next weyrling class would have 2 gold weyrlings in it...

On Wed, Aug 5, 2020 at 6:21 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
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 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: One Of These Things Is Not Like The Others ((Attn: Namieh, Kassia, Any Boys))

Aaron
 

Talith made a grumbling noise but removed his foot finally, allowing the guard access. ((Don't allow him near the eggs again,)) he said, a little accusingly, as though it had been the guard at fault in the first place.

"Boy, if you can get up I suggest you get off the Sands and over here immediately," Kassia said to Asheran.

Kodah hauled the boy to his feet and began to escort him off the Sands to where Kassia waited.


Re: One Of These Things Is Not Like The Others ((Attn: Namieh, Kassia, Any Boys))

sailyn2
 

"Boy, if you can get up I suggest you get off the Sands and over here immediately," Kassia said to Asheran.


Re: One Of These Things Is Not Like The Others ((Attn: Namieh, Kassia, Any Boys))

sailyn2
 

"Yes, her punishment." T'rif would have thought it was obvious what she meant, but they were in a crisis situation.


Re: Clutching Time: attn Nyzara / C'lynx

kepheren
 

"Every lady deserves an audience," he said with a smile of his own. C'lynx laid a hand over hers and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"And since she can't see for you while she is otherwise occupied stay close to me and I'll be your guide."

With that he put an arm around Nyzara's shoulder, hoping she wouldn't object. He found himself rather fond of the healer though they didn't know each other all that well. Perhaps he should work a little harder to get to know her better.


Re: One Of These Things Is Not Like The Others ((Attn: Namieh, Kassia, Any Boys))

Laura Walker
 

Right now the idea of going near a dragon - any dragon - was enough to set Garatt's stomach turning again. Yesterday maybe they'd been benevolent protectors, but it was going to take a while before he could get rid of the image of Talith snatching Asheran from the Sands as though he were just another herdbeast. He shuddered violently at the suggestion. "Maybe another day." Maybe not.

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On Sat, Aug 15, 2020 at 10:22 PM Alyx <scottish.wolfecary@...> wrote:
"Mostly they are. But you never mess with a momma. Don't matter what kind. Momma's gonna protect their babies right?" Lerian paused and considered a moment, he didn't want the other kid scared too badly. "You ought to go to the lake, meet some friendly ones. There's an old brown that sits down there a lot. He's friendly...though sometimes he says odd things."
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Re: One Of These Things Is Not Like The Others ((Attn: Namieh, Kassia, Any Boys))

Laura Walker
 

Talith made a grumbling noise but removed his foot finally, allowing the guard access. ((Don't allow him near the eggs again,)) he said, a little accusingly, as though it had been the guard at fault in the first place.

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On Sun, Aug 16, 2020 at 6:20 PM Aaron <cobalt.knight@...> wrote:
Foreth looked around. The Caverns looked clear otherwise except for the boys in the Stands.

((No more,)) she said. She added to Kassia. ((Get them out. All of them!))

Kassia was already on her way in, as was a couple of guards. There were extras there just to be careful. Apparently for this reason. She waved at Talith. "Don't hurt him."

"We'll take him from here, if you put him down," said one of the guards.

Kassia turned to the boys in the Stands. "OUT!" she yelled. "ALL OF YOU! Out or you're banned from the Sands."

Talith leaned to drop the boy onto the Sands - not especially gently and from a distance of several feet from the ground, but he probably wouldn't break anything. Then he put a foot over him. ((He was trying to escape.))


***

Kodah was used to ignoring unpleasant things – like touching people covered in sand and dragon saliva. He would just have to wash his hands later. But for now...

"Talith, if you would..." he said to the brown. The boy was likely traumatized enough as it was. He did not need to add burns from the hot sands to the list. "I will take him."



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Baldrick: The servants.
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I'm Fine! JP Kassia/K'ren

sailyn2
 

T’rifoshe walked out of the Caverns after going to check on Kassia. All that ended up happening was Kassia ranted and raved while she paced. It was a couple of days after she’d declared the Caverns off limits to the Candidates and majority of people and the behavior he’d seen that he’d seen in previous times of her life had only escalated. Gentle prodding had gotten him yelled at, but he got enough out of her to find out that she wasn’t sleeping or eating properly.


Her problem was well above his pay grade. Nor did he think she’d listen to him if he continued to try. He knew one person that she would listen to.


((Kasheth, contact K’ren, he needs to come down and check on Kassia.))


The bronze was more than happy to oblige, reaching for the HAD. ((Mine needs you to look at Foreth’s.))


K’ren paused in what he was doing, and started collecting up his things. ((Is she unwell? Do I need bring a stretcher or…)) He could assess when he got there, but time was often important in Healing.


Kasheth conferred quickly with His and then replied, ((He’s worried about how she’s acting. He says she’s been like this before and you’ve helped.))


Ah, that put a different complexion on things, and K’ren made sure he has some of his more...calming medications at hand ((I’ll be there shortly)) he promised as he made his way towards Kassia and the Caverns.


((Thanks,)) Kasheth said.


The guards let K’ren right on by. Inside he’d find Kassia pacing. Every once in a while she stopped to mess with the papers on her desk and start cursing, before pushing them away and starting pacing again. She was wound tight and ready to lash out.


“Kass?” K’ren asked as a way of alerting her to his presence. “You seem a little...worked up over something. Can I help?”


She turned to him with a rather ugly expression. “I’m fine!” 


“In that case, shall we just have a nice cup of something and a talk? “ K’ren said in a soothing tone. She was very volatile from the looks of things but that could be a reaction.


“I don’t need anything,” she said, still pacing. “What do you want to talk about?”


“I wanted to talk about how you are. I haven’t seen you drop down to my office recently, and I miss our chats,” he said as innocuously as possible. “So I thought, as you are busy, I would visit you..and Kass, I have to said you look a little upset about something.


“I’m upset about everything!” she snapped. Her words came out rapid fire. “I feel like...like everything wants to explode out of me. Like ants are crawling on me and I can’t sit still or sleep or anything. And then those stupid Candidates and people attacking and gold eggs and there will be Weyrlings and...and...” She reached around to yank furiously at her braid.


“Kass… Kass, you need to stop a moment and sit down. I want to check your pulse and your blood pressure,” he said trying to keep things calm as he got closer. He was trying to do that carefully. “It’s hard to do that with someone pacing.”
He had a sneaking suspicion she was just as likely to try hitting him as sitting. It could go either way.


Kassia stopped beside him and for a moment it looked like maybe she’d take the hitting choice, but then she went to sit down. Her leg bounced and her hands moved constantly as she balled and unballed her fists.


“Hurry.”


He took her pulse, taking note of her breathing, her pallor. Her pulse was racing, her blood pressure high. “Okay Kass, we do have a bit of a problem here.”


At first the words didn’t seem to penetrate, then her eyes widened. In a flash anger turned to fear, though the anger was still underneath. “What? What’s wrong? I said I’m fine.”


“Your blood pressure is high enough to give me concern,” he said. It was most likely from the agitation. “I think I need to give you something just to bring it down. It can be dangerous in your condition.”
Then maybe they could talk a little more sensibly about things.


Kassia eyed him for a long moment, the anger returning and suspicion along with it. “I don’t want to sleep,” she snarled. “You’re going to try to make me sleep.”


“No, I’m going to give you something like the tea. The tea didn’t make you sleep did it?” K’ren said. “Besides, I want to talk to you so sending you to sleep would not be a good way of doing that.”


There was a long moment where Kassia regarded him suspiciously.


((Take the tea, Mine,)) Foreth urged. She’d been watching in the background with her own concern. Another dragon might have been more upset by her rider’s reactions, but they both had their moods. That didn’t mean that she wasn’t worried at the strength of her lifemate’s actions.


“Fine,” Kassia snapped out.


It wasn’t too hard to brew up a batch of a stronger version of the infusion. He made a show of sipping a cup of it himself as if testing it  and he could tell he was being watched as he did so. “Here we go. It is just calming and relaxing but you need that.”


Kassia took the tea, but stared at it a long time like it was something that might try to bite her. Another mental nudge from Foreth had her finally lifting it to her lips. She took a small sip at first, then seemed to like it as she finished the drink.


“It’s pretty nice. I use it after Fall sometimes to help wind down a bit,” K’ren said. “Thank you for that. You’ll feel it just take the edge off in a little bit.”


She grunted doubtfully but as time passed she began to slow down. First her hands stopped balling and then her knee gradually stopped bouncing. Her breathing slowed and finally to really take note that he was there and not just a target.


“Not feeling sleepy? That’s good,” K’ren said. “Let’s go back to my original question. How are you feeling Kass? It’s fairly evident that things aren’t right at the moment.”


Kassia’s eyes darted away like she didn’t want to talk about it. She reached back and tugged her braid as Brogan came over and laid his head in her lap. 


“There’s a lot going on,” she said a bit evasively. “Everything makes me angry.”


“Everything? Do you start angry and look for reasons to justify what you are feeling?” K’ren asked.


“Just because I’m angry, doesn’t mean other things don’t make me angry,” she said, starting to get worked up again. “Why shouldn’t I be angry when Candidates step onto the Sands without permission? When Candidates are disrespecting me? When I have gold weyrlings coming and don’t know how to prepare? When people tell me to go to bed?”


“Okay, lets see then if we can reduce some of this anger for you,” K’ren said. “It is vital for your health, and that of the baby that you have lower blood pressure and become calmer. I know it’s hard so maybe we can reduce some of those stresses. So, I’m assuming all Candidates are banned from the Sands? And disrespecting Candidates have been handed to the Candidate Master for discipline. What do you need to prepare for with regard to gold weyrlings?”


“Lesson plans, waiting to see what problems they’re going to cause.” She threw up her hands. “They always cause trouble and there are two of them. And my goldriders aren’t ready for taking on the responsibility.”


“Then perhaps they could take on some of the responsibility?” K’ren suggested. “As a Mentorship which means you don’t have to do the day to day lessons, and save yourself for the things only you can do. Your other riders could teach them care and feeding. Kass, I don’t want the stress to make you ill because then your goldriders will have no choice but to step up.”


“I don’t want these gold weyrlings getting messed up,” she said. “The last two twin eggs the dragons died and while they were alive they were problem rivals. Tyne had major Impression Anxiety. I don’t want that happening again. I’m trying to stop it.”


K’ren nodded. “I understand that, but being stressed until you are ill will mean you won’t be able to help at all,” he said. “Kass, I know the Eggs are very, very important, but so are you and your child. Your pulse and blood pressure are high enough that it could be dangerous. Now, I want ou to continue to be able to help them, but you might have to change how you do it, or you will have to go on complete rest. Kass, I don’t want you to go through a miscarriage at this stage.”


That stilled her. Memories of her past two miscarriages went through her. Both had been traumatic in their own ways and last had been especially bad. 


“I...I...don’t want that,'' she said quietly. “I don’t want to keep feeling...like this.”


“Will you allow me to help you?” K’ren asked gently. “I promise I will do everything I can to enable you to help the gold weyrlings and deal with this situation, but my priority is you and your health. So if I give you something, I am not trying to stop you - I’ll explain anything I give you as well.”


Kassia hesitated and then nodded slowly. “I know...I haven’t been myself.” And that was a hard admission to make. Part of her wanted to hold onto the energy and fast thoughts and maybe even the anger. But the other part of her hated the jittery feeling that nothing could stop and the times the thoughts came so fast she could barely catch them.


“Can we go over the symptoms you are feeling?” K’ren said. “Did you say you were struggling to sleep?”


“I...I’m not sleeping much at all,” she admitted. “At first it was nice because I had so much energy and could get lots done. Then I started feeling jittery and pent up. Irritable and then very angry. My thoughts...I can’t keep track of them sometimes. It’s hard...hard to pay attention. I don’t really feel like eating. That’d mean stopping. Even now, calmer, I can feel the urge to get up and start pacing or yelling if I had half a reason.”


“Okay,” K’ren said thinking over the possibilities. “Is it similar to anything you have experienced in the past?”


“Yes, it’s been a while. I know you had something...I don’t remember what. I just stop getting sleep and sometimes this happens. It happened during my last pregnancy, but other times, too.” She hated admitting the weakness. There were few others she ever would have. And she knew she could be in a precarious position if the wrong people knew. No one wanted a Weyrwoman who couldn’t take care of herself. Some secrets needed to stay secrets.


“Mm, yes I think...pregnancy and all the changes that take place in the body can trigger an imbalance for some people if there is a history of that,” K’ren said. “I wanted to check if it felt any different rather than assume it was the same thing. As it sounds the same we can hopefully get this evened  out for you. I’ll adapt the doses I think ...it might need to be done on a daily basis.”
He had a think about that. “People would not find it unusual if a midwife trained Healer visited you every day with the stage of pregnancy you are at. Mariska has that and also Mindhealing in her repertoire which means she will know about the doses and how to adjust them so if you are having a difficult day it can be modified upwards. I think that would be a sensible plan.”


Kassia considered. It was a reasonable plan and she’d had appointments with Mariska before. The woman was no nonsense but compassionate and Kassia got along with her. She also trusted the woman to do her job and keep her mouth shut whereas she didn’t know some of the other healers well enough to trust it.


“I’m happy to work with her and whatever I need.” The tea had been working more and more as time went on and though the urge to move was still there, her thoughts were a little clearer. Clear enough to know that the Weyr couldn’t get by without a Weyrwoman who was able to take charge.


“Good. I’ll set that up when I get back,” K’ren said. “I’m going to leave the tea here as that is comparatively mild and helps take the edge off. I am going to put in a standing order with the Kitchens that a tray is brought here to you for each meal if you do not go and get some yourself.” He looked at her seriously for a moment. “They will not stand over you, but they will report to me if it has been eaten. Nutrition is vital for you and the baby. This..” he held up a bottle, “is the stronger medicine you will take when you go to sleep. You will sleep a minimum of 6 hours deep sleep with it...possibly longer. Three drops under the tongue when you are actually in bed.” He scribbled that down as an instruction. “Does that make sense? The medicine Mariska will bring will hopefully help to balance out that out of control feeling and stabilise your mood.”

 

Kassia nodded, taking in the information. “Thank you. I guess some sleep would do me good. It’s not so deep asleep that I’ll scare Foreth, is it?” She wouldn’t assume he’d give her something like that, but she had to ask.


“No, it won’t. If she shouted loud enough she would get through,” K’ren answered. “If there was trouble I can be reached as well. You need to sleep to be alert the rest of the day. How are you feeling now after the tea?”


Kassia thought about it. “Calmer. Somewhat. I can concentrate now. I still feel a little jittery, but not as bad. What about R’tal? In your opinion does he need to know?”


“He doesn’t need to know the details unless you want him to, but he will need to know you are being treated by Healers as the odds of him coming across Healers with you is high. “ K’ren said. “Would that be all right to share? “


Kassia reached behind her to pull her braid forward again, tugging on it lightly. “I guess. I mean being treated by a healer that deals in pregnancy is reasonable. I can tell that to N’shen. I just don’t know if it’d be good to have...the extra opinion. Or whether that’s getting into dangerous territory. I trust him, but...”


“I’ll leave it that he would need to ask you,” K’ren said. “Unless you explicitly tell me otherwise. It’ll not a lie to say that we are keeping a close on one your pregnancy as there are areas for concern...we’re just not saying the specific cause. My other recommendation is to think about means of delegating tasks to even out the stress and allow you to concentrate on the things only you can do.”


“I’m going to give away more of my work,” Kass said. “I just don’t want to be bored either. Not that it’s easy to get bored with Foreth.” She glanced up at the gold who was now pretending to sleep. No point in trying to hide that they were talking to her, the gold always knew. “At least things...are quieter now that she has the eggs to distract her. We’re not fighting as much.”

“I almost wish I had done more mindhealing so I could do a weyrmates therapy course on you two,” K’ren said. “But if Foreth ever wants to talk about it, I would be honoured to speak to her to try and help you both.” He privately thought it might be at the root of a lot of the issues Kassia had but that was just an opinion. “And you too Kass. As a Healer and as a friend.”


“She’s of course willing to talk to you,” Kassia said. “Maybe it’s something we can try after all this is over and things are back to normal after the Hatching.” Not that things were ever “normal” around Arolos. “I appreciate the offer.”


“Now , just take it easy for now, and I’ll get a tray of food sent up,” K’ren said getting up to go. “Try and eat something, I think it will help you feel less jittery.”


She nodded. “Thanks, K’ren. It means a lot.”


“Anytime Kass,” he said as he left, hoping that this would stabilise her. He hadn’t been exaggerating - a combination of this and pregnancy could be dangerous on a lot of levels but hopefully with a constant monitoring, things would improve and a crisis averted. Hopefully.




Re: One Of These Things Is Not Like The Others ((Attn: Namieh, Kassia, Any Boys))

Laurie
 

Ru glanced at T'rif. "I hope you're talking about punishment. Because there's no way her bones will be healed by the time the eggs Hatch. No Healer in their right mind will clear her for Standing." Maybe if it were merely a broken arm. A weyrling could possibly handle that. But not with broken ribs or collarbone as well.

On Sun, Aug 16, 2020 at 10:08 AM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:
"That's not for me to decide," T'rif said. "That's for the Weyrwoman to decide."


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

Rosiegirl
 

Hearing that Kassia herself wasn't upset with her caused a *little* bit of the knots in her stomach to relax just the tiniest bit, but she held her posture even as she listened to the rest. When the Weyrwoman finished, Andreya dipped her head in understanding as she replied with "I understand, and thank you Ma'am for relaying my words to Foreth anyway. I look forward to returning to assist you." 

With a small smile on her lips now, she finished with a less stiff-sounding "And I appreciate your kind words. I'd miss you too, if I impress." 

With that, she gave Kassia one more respectful dip of her head and then moved to stand next to Shalia who hadn't left yet. As she walked over toward Shalia, she gave the older candidate a glance, the first time she'd looked at Shalia since she began speaking, just to see what the other girl's reaction was to Andreya's shocking decision, before turning to look at Kashara and Rassia and see if either of them would be joining Shalia and her on their walk back to the Barracks. 


On Wed, Aug 12, 2020 at 10:23 AM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:
Kassia nodded. "I hold no grudge against you," she said. "Just to be clear. I can't guarantee how Foreth will feel, but I will relay your words. I hope to see you back for a short time before it's too late. I will miss you, but I hope you Impress."


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

Rosiegirl
 

Seeing her wide eyes and laugh as Ko'ssen asked for her to introduce herself, even though she'd not taken his offered hand of greeting, the WLM couldn't help his own smile widening in response. As she introduced herself, the mention of the 'Feast Crashers' told him (through his study since becoming WLM) that she impressed about 4 and a half turns ago, meaning that unless she'd been held back from graduating Weyrlinghood for whatever reason that she's been a full fledged Rider for only around 3 turns....

Shells, only 3 turns out of Weyrlinghood herself and she wants to be an AWLM? Well, at the very least she'd have it a bit more fresh in her memory than his own Weyrlinghood experiences, and that *could* be helpful. But the other potential problem is...based on how old Ko'ssen thought she looked, some of the potential weyrlings who impress could be *older* than her, so how would she manage a class where she could be younger than some of the weyrlings. But, she also had a point about weyrlings possibly being able to relate to a younger AWLM better...

When she finished speaking Ko'ssen pulled himself out of his musing and said with a smile as he lowered his previously offered hand back to the table "Well Greenrider Valesa, it's a pleasure to meet you." 

With that, Ko'ssen straightened up slightly and turned to the topic of conversation. He gave her a brief nod of acknowledgement as he began with "While you do have a point, that some weyrlings could potentially be able to relate better to a younger AWLM, there's a bit more to being an AWLM than that. Beyond getting them to feel comfortable enough to confide in you about any problems they are having, you need to be observant enough to be able to detect changes in each of the weyrling's behavior that could be indicative of them having some kind of problem that they *havent* confided in one of the WLM team. I'm under no illusions that each weyrling is totally and entirely honest with us when they are struggling, despite the clear emphasis we've put on the fact that issues in Weyrlinghood can possibly cause them some real, possibly even life threatening, trouble down the road. And that's even before the 'teaching, issues & conflict resolution, and even discipline' aspects of the job."

Looking at her for a moment, considering his next words, Ko'ssen continued with "I'm not sure how much you're aware of regarding some of the structuring changes that we've implemented recently, but I'll go ahead and explain. While we *do* still have the large 'class-wide' lessons that you'd be familiar with from your own weyrling training, that's only the beginning part of each lesson now. After one of the WLM team leads the 'class-wide' lesson, then each class breaks up into their small 'mentor groups' for more in depth discussion and questions/answer sessions. Each smaller 'mentor group' is assigned their own specific AWLM, so ideally you get a chance to *really* know and connect with those specific weyrlings who are your mentees, which should help you to be able to see any of those small behavior changes hinting at possible issues that I mentioned before. And it's a bit of an easier system to help the shyer weyrlings actually get a chance to speak up in their smaller 'mentor groups' too, compared to the 'class-wide' lessons. However, I say this because each AWLM does eventually lead one of the 'class-wide' lessons for whichever weyrling class they are assigned to, not just their small mentor group."

Giving her a moment to absorb all that information, Ko'ssen took a sip of the juice in front of him before asking a mostly simple few questions "I know you've not been a full Rider for more than a few turns, based on your weyrling class, but how long were you a candidate before impressing? Have you had a chance, either as a long-term candidate or since joining the Wings, to shadow someone or be their assistant? And just to clarify *why* I'm asking this, I'm not just asking for the paperwork side of being an assistant, but for being able to observe someone in a more 'leading' type position handling the people that fall under them, similar to how an AWLM would be handling the weyrlings under them."

Overall, with his words and attitude Ko'ssen wasn't giving off the impression of declining her request to be an AWLM, he was only trying to not just give *her* more information, but also get more information himself of the rider seeking this AWLM position. He was trying to be *careful*, considering this next weyrling class would have 2 gold weyrlings in it...


On Wed, Aug 5, 2020 at 6:21 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
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 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: Lunch For Two! (atten: Ko'ssen)

Rosiegirl
 

To J'zat's initial words, Ko'ssen grinned back and replied with "Only if you leave off the 'sir', Ko'ssen's just fine." With that being said, Ko'ssen held one tray balanced on one hand and used the other to shift enough of the hides to be able to put his tray down. Then, now able to use both hands and move quicker, he hurried and moved the rest of the hides into stacks out of the way so that J'zat could put his own tray down too. 

With the desk cleared enough and the trays sitting down, Ko'ssen could smell the delicious scents coming off the tray and realized just how hungry he was all of a sudden. Lowering into his seat as the other rider spoke, Ko'ssen reassured J'zat with a motion at the chair opposite his at the desk "Please, have a seat. No worries, I needed the interruption. I can't count the number of days since becoming WLM that I've been so focused on work that lunch has completely slipped my mind. So, thank you for stopping by with lunch." At the last question, Ko'ssen nodded with a glance at the piles of hides he'd shifted into stacks to the side of his desk "Correct, J'zat. I'd gone over, before the Clutching, lesson plans for the early months, due to the Midsummer Dreamers, up to the months that the older weyrling class were in, but when I did that I didn't focus my attention on any of the gold weyrling specific lessons as that wasn't needed immediately. What I'm doing now is looking through all the information for the gold weyrling specific classes and instructions, especially with those early months." 

Glancing down at the food in front of him, Ko'ssen was about to start tucking in before he realized he should ask "Oh! Would you like some klah? I brewed it recently." 


On Tue, Aug 4, 2020 at 9:54 PM Steelsilver <theglitteryone2@...> wrote:
"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?"