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

Nutmeg
 

The response intrigued her. It was different but that didn't mean it was unwelcome. Normally the firelizards were baffled by her, but she was rarely met with abject hostility. Still watching the flit, Tyne cocked her head as she watched it carefully. Carefully, she filled the mental space between them with a sensation similar to the one Bobbin used to comfort the faire. This new one was welcome in this space, safe, but welcome most of all. 

The colour intrigued her. She had never heard of it being possible for such an extreme discolouration but, in the realm of possibility, she supposed it was possible. Amazing what factors could have an impact on these things. 

On Fri, Jul 31, 2020 at 1:16 AM Kouga <hanjikouga@...> wrote:
>>It felt as though she could clean one wall and only a short while later, it would already be covered in dust again. The sooner the doors were finally installed, the better things would be for everyone. The firelizards didn't care, they adored having a mountain of rags to run away with and rip to pieces in a corner somewhere. That she would need to sweep. Again. Stooping to pick up the bucket in order to toss the dirty water down the steps, Tyne paused when she felt the familiar prickle of, well, someone unfamiliar. She knew all of the faces that popped in regularly, her own fair notwithstanding. No, she wasn't sure she had met this one.

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

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

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

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

*Kouga*

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

Nutmeg
 

Humming happily to herself, Tyne swept the large brush across the floor. The sensation and sound was deeply soothing. That and it was rewarding in itself to see the dust and debris pulled up and the floor left clear in its wake. Instant progress. Well, until the next time she had to sweep it again. The faire was "helping" having been put to task picking up and removing small items of debris such as small rocks, bits of wood and the like and were cheerfully swooping back and forth across the space. Hopefully in the next several days, her doors would be arriving, proper ones, made out of a sturdy wood and made to measure. They would definitely add a good touch.

Her back was to Cl'rin as he spoke and she didn't look up immediately. "Yes?" Tyne called over her shoulder, stooping with a small pan to sweep the small pile of dust and rubble into it. 

On Fri, Jul 31, 2020 at 1:05 AM Kouga <hanjikouga@...> wrote:
Cl'rin would admit he had never known Tyne as well as he had Jayden.
Jayden had been the one to help him heal after everything that had
happened. She got him Gem, helped him impress the little flit, and if
not for her he still didn't know if he would have been in a good frame
of mind when Dollanth had found him that day on the sands.

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

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

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

*Kouga*

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

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"First time? Absolutely. Shells, I still get a bit antsy when Bobbin is due. I dread to think what it'll be like when I'm juggling five gravid greens and a gold. Knowing my luck they'll all fly within a sevenday of each other." Luckily she had some time before the greens would start rising, but that in itself was going to be a nightmare. Well, at least she would have a tidy amount of eggs to make a profit of. She already had a few contacts in High Reaches who had expressed interest. 


On Thu, Jul 30, 2020 at 10:55 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"I'll take care of here," the Mindhealer said, rubbing her gold gently between the eyes. She took in a nervous breath and asked quietly, "Is it normal to be nervous?"

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

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

On Mon, Jul 27, 2020 at 5:38 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"I love her and she is my world, both figuratively and literally," Nyzara said quietly. "I'd never want her hurt or uncomfortable or alone in this."

On Jul 25, 2020, at 5:03 AM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

"Nothing silly about it," Tyne said with a shrug. "In fact most people don't even bother to take things like it into consideration until it's too late to do anything about it." It was very obvious that here in this place that she felt safe, she was confident and forthright, the walls of suspicion tempered by buoyant pride. In many ways, she was a wholly different person. "The very fact that you've stopped to ask is a good thing. It means you're thinking about her safety."

On Fri, Jul 17, 2020 at 5:59 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Nyzara read her voice, heard the honesty, nodded. A hand reached out, while the other stroked Flare.

"I'm greatful for your time with me and the silly questions you've answered. I truly appreciate it, Lady Tyne."

On Jul 17, 2020, at 11:26 AM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

"Hah." The short exclamation escaped her before she had chance to contain it. "You can try and entice her by making small, secluded spots using boxes, piles of furs and the like. But she's gold. If she's going to go off somewhere, she's going off somewhere. All you can do is try and convince her in the meantime that you're the better option." Tyne didn't see any point in beating about the wherry. Golds had minds of their own and they knew it. Regardless of their size. Tyne's voice retained that matter of fact tone. She wasn't being cruel, just honest. 

On Fri, Jul 17, 2020 at 4:41 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"What's the best method to make sure she doesn't hide this clutch?" Nyzara queried, her face open, her eyes honest. She wanted, and wondered, if they'd ever be more than at delicate odd with one another.

On Jul 3, 2020, at 1:07 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

It was tempting to be a little snide in her reply at first, a defensive reflex from the knowledge that this woman was likely using her Mindhealing training to analyse and assess everything she said, every move she made. Even if it was through her firelizard's eyes. It wasn't Nyzara's fault. Tyne just... didn't trust Mindhealers not to use every opportunity to get into her head. "Yes, more than once. More so when she was younger and stubbornly determined to hide her eggs. These days, no. She knows that her eggs are safer with me than they are anywhere else."

On Sat, Jun 27, 2020 at 6:20 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"You speak from experience? About the cliffface, I mean."

One hand stroked the gravid gold as she awaited the reserved woman's answer. It still bothered her that she had failed; no one had said as much, but she would; with Tyne.

On Jun 24, 2020, at 3:44 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

"So it sounds as though she's picked your office. That's potentially not ideal as she might cause problems for any patients you see. Some golds can get very possessive and outright defensive, especially if it's their first clutch." Tyne's voice was matter of fact and she shrugged a little nonchalantly. "They all have their own quirks but it's about finding a balance. I imagine she's picked there because you're there a lot. But at least you know where it is and aren't expected to somehow navigate up a cliff face."

On Sun, Jun 21, 2020 at 11:10 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
The Mindhealer actually blushed. A hand rose to stroke the gold as she admitted, "She was found nesting with the silliest items in my office the other morning."

On Jun 9, 2020, at 5:17 AM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

OoC: As the gold is her eyes, I'm assuming she's with her.

IC: A quick glance at the gold told Tyne all she needed to know. The obviously gravid gold would likely be clutching any time now. "First clutch I presume," she remarked as she wiped off her hands with a rag. There was dust everywhere. "Have you seen her nesting about your weyr at all? If she's planning to clutch in your weyr, then she will have already claimed a nesting site. If not, then she's picked it elsewhere and you need to find out where." As much as Bobbin nearly always clutched with Tyne at her side, there was the odd occasion where the fussy creature decided that somewhere else was better. And was promptly ratted out by the rest of the fair so Tyne could recover the clutch. Well, at least this wasn't some attempt to follow up to what could fairly be described as disastrous meeting.

On Sat, Jun 6, 2020 at 6:54 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"It's my gold, Flare," she explained. "She's almost ready to cluch and I'm looking for information on how and where I can direct her to clutch safely."

On Jun 4, 2020, at 4:22 AM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

It certainly wasn't going to be done in a day, and probably not even a sevenday. But Tyne was spending as much time as she could working on the old recovery weyr that she had commandeered for the flit clinic. Wearing clothes she was happy to destroy and a scarf over her hair, Tyne hefted a large box to the ground, stopping to open it and finding another crate of empty numbweed jars that would need re-sterilising. At least she knew where they had been storing them. "In the back!" she called, looking up at the irritated chatter she noted from Bobbin, a flash of the Mindhealer through her thoughts. Oh, marvellous. This had better not been an "impromptu visit to check on you". She was far beyond that nonsense. But she was polite enough to take the woman's blindness into consideration and stepped out from the maze of boxes and towards the open front of what had been a wall. It had come down at some point and she was already discussing with the Woodcraft, about the installation of a large set of doors that would protect the front from weather damage as at the moment, the rain just blew right in. 

"How can I help?"

On Mon, Jun 1, 2020 at 5:22 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
The mess of furs, clothing, and miscellaneous items that her beautiful Flare had used to try to nest in her office had brought something home to the Mindhealer. She needed help. She needed knowledge. She needed Tyne.

"Lady Tyne?" she called, pausing outside of the disused weyr that a Healer Apprentice had led her to.




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

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Skepticism coloured her expression in the form of a raised brow. No questions? She found that hard to believe. Normally the questions were falling out faster than the brain could formulate them. Well, she'd given him his chance to scratch that itch, he wasn't going to get it again. "That's a first," she snorted, clearly not entirely believing his lack of curiosity. "Normally anyone who meets Ponth for the first time can't stop themselves asking questions." 


On Thu, Jul 30, 2020 at 11:01 PM Steelsilver <theglitteryone2@...> wrote:
"Not really." D'jarin answered, with a shrug. "Vizslath covered it. Dragon's happy and healthy, don't need to know past that." 

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



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Re: This Is Unacceptable atten: Nayari/T'rif

Nutmeg
 

Nayari was going through some of the Healer assessments when the knock came. "Come." She called out, not looking up from her stack of paperwork. Now that the Candidates were under scrutiny, it felt as though even more work had appeared.


On Wed, Aug 19, 2020 at 2:40 PM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:
Right after he finished his conversation with Andreya, T'rif took the note and marched right to Nayari's office to knock. He knew that M'ayen should never have been brought back and now he had proof.



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

Nutmeg
 

Dytha glanced up at the voice. Rider. Scars. "Are you seeing any Healer in particular or are you happy to be assigned to whoever's free?" she asked.


On Fri, Jul 31, 2020 at 12:04 AM Steelsilver <theglitteryone2@...> wrote:
I'des nodded to the Healer at the front desk, gave her a sunny smile and a half-salute. "Good morning." he greeted. "I'm, ah, here to get my scars checked? Make sure they're still healing right?" 



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How Are You, My Daughter Two? ((JP: Andreya, T'rif))

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OOC: Set for later in the evening, the same day as M’ayan’s horrible lesson. (I believe, this is also the day all the approved girls saw the gold egg, and the day *after* Nayari laid down the law.)


After talking to Trifali, T’rif’s next stop was to look for Andreya. With so much going on, he wanted to make sure his other daughter was doing okay as well.


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Everything was all happening at once, so many things that were just *not* good. Yes, she’d declined seeing the eggs with her cousin and had been told she’d have to wait until *all* the girls would be allowed to see the eggs (instead of just all the gold-hopeful girls). She’d accepted that decision of Kassia’s with grace, not letting the consequence of her decision bother her. The only thing that *had* bothered her about the decision was that it was going to mean longer before she could go back to assisting Kassia. 


But then...but then a pair of *truly dimglow* boys had decided to feck everything up by deciding to get on the Sands during their egg-viewing and actually sprint toward the eggs! She couldn’t even imagine what had been going on in those boys heads that sprinting *toward* a broody gold guarding a clutch containing not just one gold egg but *two* seemed like a good idea. Especially when you remembered the history there was with regards to attempts on eggs, *gold* eggs, at this Weyr. Of course there would be dragons in full ‘protect mode’ watching over this clutch. What absolute *numskulls* they must have been to have done that! 


Andreya was at least thankful that those boys hadn’t been killed by either Foreth or one of the clutches’ sire. That was a silver lining in the situation, that there’d been no fatalities like she’d expected when she’d heard the news. 


But then just a few days later Nayari gets all the candidates together and the Candidatemaster had been furious as she’d talked about candidates having spread rumors of Kassia inviting some of her relatives to see the eggs first (which Andreya had made a point of not looking around when Nayari had made this comment), but then continues to announce that because of not just this incident with the boys but because of some candidates disrespecting the Weyrwoman that now *no candidates* except those girls who’d already been told they’d get to see the gold eggs would be allowed to see the eggs until Hatching day. 


Andreya, on behalf of her cousin, was *furious* that some of her fellow candidates were causing Kassia and Foreth so much stress, not just while Foreth was broody but while Kassia herself was pregnant! I mean, seriously...how frecking hard was it to follow some bloody shelling rules?! Rules that were there for our own *safety* regarding broody golds! 


So, Andreya wasn’t entirely surprised at Kassia’s decision, even if it meant that now Andreya wouldn’t get to see the eggs at all before Hatchling like she’d thought...and that she wouldn’t get to go back to assisting Kassia unless she failed to impress with this clutch. 


But, that wasn’t the only thing CM Nayari had spoken of that morning. She’d gone strict with various things from an earlier curfew (fine with Andreya), to uniform standards (also acceptable with Andreya, as she’d stopped adding her accessories after realizing that the little bit of things like pretty scarves or hair-ties was unacceptable), to more frequent ‘cot checks’ (which Andreya wasn’t worried about as she always kept things nice and tidy). The strictness of these policies being followed didn’t bother Andreya, not with the behavior that had been exhibited already by some candidates.


What did bother her was that today there was a ACM she’d not seen before who was absolutely *horrid* and was taking advantage of scared candidates not wanting to complain or ‘put a toe out of line’ to speak up about this ACM’s clearly inappropriate bullying behavior. She’d not spoken up in class, although it had been hard, because she’d expected that confronting M’ayan to his face would have not been effective in the slightest. But there were other things she thought she could do, she’d just not had a chance yet to approach T’rif with the crazy whirlwind the day had been. 


She’d just returned from dinner, stewing over the day’s events as she tried to eat, and had returned back to her cot to make sure everything still was how it should be, and to pick up some additional study materials. But before she went to study she planned to go see T’rif. With her bag sitting on her bed next to her, Andreya was flipping through some of her study notes trying to decide what she needed to look over most tonight. And that’s how T’rif would find her in her room…


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T’rif smiled as he spotted his daughter. “There you are,” he said, glad to see her even if the reason wasn’t the best one. “Can I come in and we talk?”


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At the sudden voice from the room’s open doorway, Andreya straightened up quickly and turned. But at seeing her father she smiled at him in welcome. At his question, Andreya’s eyebrow rose in surprise and slight concern but she said smoothly “Hello, and of course ACM T’rifoshe.” Shifting her bag off the bed onto the floor out of the way and putting her notes down on her side table, Andreya waited to see where he’d sit.


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T’rif took a seat next to Andreya where the bag had been. He got right to the point. “I wanted to check on you to make sure that you’re doing okay with everything going on. I’ve already talked to Trifali as I found her first, but didn’t want to leave you out.”


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Turning slightly to more face him once T’rif sat down on her bed, Andreya waited to see what had brought T’rif seeking her out. At his question of how she was doing, with *so* much that had happened, Andreya paused a moment to consider her words with a small frown between her eyes. She didn’t mind him talking with Trifali first at all, that didn’t even register with how she’d been wanting to talk with T’rif already.


First though, she wanted to clarify with a quick, politely spoken, soft question “Are you wanting to talk as...as ACM, or as Dad?” That frown of worry was still clear on her face.


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“As a dad and Candidate Counselor,” T’rif said. “It’s hard for me to take that hat off, but I’ll try to keep it as fatherly as possible. Unless I have reason to otherwise.”


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His response had her nodding her head a little in understanding even as she took an extra moment to rearrange thoughts around in her head.


Finally, she began with “I’m...well, I’m furious. Not at what the Weyrwoman decided, I totally understand that, nor at what CM Nayari said...but at some..” Here she clearly had to take a breath before she said with a different choice of words “Some specific candidates just not following *clearly stated* rules. Rules that are there so that we don’t get hurt by broody golds. I mean, Kassia’s so stressed already and being pregnant too...why in the would would *anyone* think it a good idea to try and test the rules now?” 


After a moment, Andreya asked in a concerned voice “Is Kassia ok, with what’s happened? I’ve not seen her since she invited us to see the eggs early.”


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“Some people just can’t think beyond themselves,” T’rif said. “Unfortunately that selfishness ended very badly. But Kassia is doing what she needs to in order to bring down her stress. She’s got a lot on her plate to juggle. I’m hoping she’ll take some time off, honestly.”


He wouldn’t have been as candid with normal Candidates, but he trusted Andreya and knew how much help she’d been to his niece.


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Andreya nodded in agreement about ‘selfishness’, and that concerned look stayed on her face as she nodded again about Kassia having lots she had to do. Andreya didn’t see *how* Kassia was going to be able to take any time off once those twin golds hatched, but she hoped her cousin did get a little time to de-stress, as much as was possible anyway. 


That thought actually had a wave of guilt wash over her, guilt that flickered over her face as she glanced down at her lap. She’d been so helpful to Kassia as her assistant, and now she wasn’t able to help her cousin because of a decision that *she’d* made, not one of Kassia’s decisions...and now Kassia was going to have *more* stress that she wouldn’t be around to help with because of declining to see the eggs with the other cousins and Trifali.


Instead of mentioning that though and anything relating to her guilt, Andreya said instead “I’m glad those boys who went on the Sands are ok though, even though one’s badly injured.”


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“It could have been a lot worse,” T’rif  agreed. “Hopefully this lesson will stick in people’s minds and no one will try that again with future Clutches any time soon. Meanwhile, things are getting tighter around here. How do you feel about that?”


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“Yes, it really could have. I feared it had been worse when I first heard it happened. And yes, hopefully...otherwise future Clutches will be even more strictly protected, I’m sure.” Andreya responded with. 


T’rif’s second question had Andreya’s thoughts turn back to M’ayan’s lesson (which honestly hadn’t been far from her thoughts) and she straightened up slightly as she looked back up at T’rif with that same worried look from before, knowing she should say something but wanting to make sure she said it right. 


After a few moments, Andreya responded with “Uniform and curfew restrictions are understandable, if things were so...relaxed that those candidates actions were the result. And...disrespecting Kassia too? That surprised me hearing that, so I understand the new...strictness. Yes, it was only a few candidates actions who caused it all...but those things *should not* have happened at all.”


Andreya paused a moment, considering her next words carefully before she continued with “Some lessons though, like...one of them today. I understand detention and punishment for not following the rules, but...I know I’m a fairly new candidate, and never been a candidate when there was a gold egg on the sands, but some of the punishments don’t feel appropriate to the level of the rule-infraction, it feels...like excessive, unwarranted levels of punishment.” 


Andreya was watching T’rif carefully now as she talked about the lesson today, trying to determine by his reactions if this was indeed *normal* and that everything she’d experienced before had been extraordinarily lax, or of these punishments were indeed as extreme as she thought they were. She knew now that she was probably less talking to ‘Dad’ and more ‘ACM Councillor’ now.


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T’rif already had an idea who she was talking about,  but held his tongue. He nodded and reached over to squeeze her shoulder. “I’m sorry to hear that you feel this. Did you want to talk about it some more?”


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Reassured slightly by T’rif squeezing her shoulder, Andreya nodded at his question. But even though she nodded, she was silent several moments considering what to say first before she began speaking again. 


When she did speak, there was a hint of guilt in her voice as she straightened her back even more and said firmly “I didn’t speak up during the lesson, didn’t try and stop what was happening even though I felt like it *should* have been stopped. I didn’t...didn’t help that younger candidate, neither of them, but I didn’t think it would do any good to confront ACM M’ayan *during* the lesson, like it wouldn’t have been at all effective in stopping his...his outright humiliating *harassment* of those candidates. But...even thinking it wouldn’t have helped anying I feel...guilty for not speaking up and trying to help them. That I just sat there unable to do anything but watch it happening...useless.” That admission, that she felt guilty, had been hard for her to voice…


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T’rif looked concerned. “Exactly what happened?” he asked, already cursing that the other ACM had been brought back. He had a feeling he was going to see a lot more Candidates in his office, if they were brave enough to say something.


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At his question, surprise flickered over her face. Was she really the *first* to go to a ACM and mention what had happened in the lesson this morning? Or...or was she going to be the *only* because anyone else was too scared to say anything bad about an ACM? Well...even if the other candidates were too scared, this was at least something where her family connections could help her out. Not that she’d be scared even if T’rif *wasn’t* her dad nor Kassia her cousin, as bullies are horrible and should be stopped. 


Leaning forward to dig through her bag silently, she pulled out a hide of notes she’d made during the lesson, while she’d also been careful to take notes of the lesson material itself. But *this* page had details about the behavior that had happened in that class. There was also a small, neat diagram of the seating arrangements (at bottom of the hide, next to a series of names and tally marks, the diagram having been sketched out after class) but she was less concerned with the seating arrangements than what had happened. 


Holding the hide of notes in her lap a moment, Andreya began with “Not very long into the lesson there was a boy, Garatt, one I’ve tutored as he’s a Harpercraft candidate. ACM M’ayan caught him napping in class, and the punishment while *would* have been...not horrible for a short amount of time became...excessive with how long it went on. ACM M’ayan had Garatt stand on one leg, without hanging onto his desk, for...the whole rest of the lesson. Every time the boy’s foot touched the ground he marked Garatt for 10 min detention. And when Garatt physically couldn’t keep standing anymore because of painful muscle cramps, as anyone would get standing on one leg for *that* long without support, and fell to the floor ACM M’ayan *yelled* at him to get back up despite Garatt clearly having trouble getting his legs to work right. Yes, apparently Garatt’s eyes had closed while he was balancing on one leg, but I don’t believe even an exhausted boy could fall asleep in that kind of a position, it was probably more closing eyes trying to get through the painful punishment without crying.” 


Taking a breath, her frustration clear in her voice on behalf of the boy she’d tutored before, Andreya added “Yes, Garatt’s...uniform cleanliness leaves much to be desired, but I don’t think there’s any substance on Pern that could smooth down his wild curly hair for more than a couple minutes. But...that punishment continuing until he couldn’t even get back up off the ground was excessive, as was ACM M’ayen’s behavior toward him bordering on harassment of younger ‘victim’ candidates. At the end of the lesson, Garatt had somewhat over a candlemark of detention alone with just ACM M’ayen set for tonight during free time...right now actually, as it’s after dinner. ” There was clear worry for Garatt at the idea that the boy would be stuck with M’ayen in a room *alone* for that long...what punishment would Garatt earn then and how would he fare?


Glancing down at her notes page again for the name of the other girl M’ayen had targeted, Andreya continued with “Garatt wasn’t the only one to face similar punishment. A young girl named Lennaye was doodling instead of taking notes and was made to stand up with her arms outstretched and hold a heavy book on her palms until her arms literally shook.” 


With that, she held her note page out to T’rif, saying “Here, I had this ready...as I was planning on coming to talk with you before beginning to study after dinner.” Her notes showed more details of what had happened than the brief bit she’d said, as well as each mark of detention each candidate had earned and showing the *excessive* detention marks Garatt had next to his own name at the bottom of the page and how many times he’d fallen with how long it had taken him to get back up again. She’d been...quite thorough in her description of the lesson events, as only a detail-oriented Harper could be.


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T’rif’s eyes narrowed as he listened and then took the note. Detention was one thing, but not physical punishment like that. Garatt hadn’t been doing well before, but after this class he could only imagine how Garatt was doing.


“I’ll talk to Nayari,” he said, squeezing the note tight. “I’m sorry you had to witness that.”


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Andreya noticed T’rif’s reaction as he listened, and was very glad that she’d intended to come talk to him and taken such good notes to make this report for him. She hoped that she wouldn’t be the only one to speak out, but if she was then that was that. She’d done what she could to fix this situation. 


Nodding at his words of talking to Nayari, at his apology Andreya looked down at her now empty hands and was silent a long moment before she said “Thank you, for taking this up the chain to CM Nayari. During the class...just sitting there silently, making these notes, but otherwise being useless, helpless, and...powerless instead of speaking up and doing something to distract ACM M’ayen from Garett like that other boy who quite literally flipped his desk over...Do you think it *would* have done any good to speak up actually in class, even while staying as respectful as possible to ACM M’ayen? I heard he’s...that he’s from Fort, well Fort from before, so I just...I want to make sure I did the best thing by *not* speaking up then and coming to you with it now, even though everything in me wanted to speak up then and help Garett.” 


As she talked, anyone would be able to hear in her words not just the guilt but the...self-loathing that she hadn’t spoken up and let the class get so bad as well as the anger from feeling helpless.


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“I’ll do my best to take care of this,” T’rif told her, squeezing her shoulder again. “That shouldn’t have happened.”  He pushed to his feet. “I should go do that now. Thank you for telling me.”


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Andreya nodded at his words, agreeing that it shouldn’t have happened, and stayed silent as T’rif stood up. As he said he was going to go take care of it now, Andreya straightened up and said politely “Of course, thank you for listening. I hope my notes help.” 


Still, as he got up and left her room, Andreya couldn’t help feeling...unsettled and unsure about her actions during the lesson, just taking notes on what was happening instead of speaking up to stop it. She’d *thought* she’d done the best she could, under the circumstances, but was doubting herself now...



Trying to be Subtle atten: Tamalack/Kalain

sailyn2
 

For a long time Tamalack had been Kalain's best friend. They went a lot of places together and they had gone into the whercraft together. Now they had the only two tunnel whers in captivity and Kalain felt that made them even closer. Along the way somewhere he realized that his feelings had change from purely friendly, but he'd been hiding those feelings to try not to scare or drive Tam away. Now he was struggling. The urge to say something was strong, but so was the fear of rejection. Especially since Tam had never shown any interest in men.

Kalain was sitting with Sleak half in his lap, petting her as he brooded over the position he was in. The Whercraft barracks were nice and quiet for brooding.


Re: Is it ok to be happy and sad and mad? {Fellan, E'lis}

Aaron
 


The thought actually made him feel even worse about everything
actually and he couldn't help frowning at himself and asking for the
who knew number of time ::Papa E'lis am I broken?::. He asked so many
times not all to E'lis, he had probably asked all the adult members of
his extended family at least once, but the problem was there was
always more to the thought that he forgot to ask in this case it was
his feelings about the hatching, but it had been other things before.

::No, my son,:: said E'lis. He had answered the question as such as many times as Fellan had asked. ::You are good enough just the way you are.:: He offered a hug, if the boy wanted one.


Re: Clutching Time: attn Nyzara / C'lynx

kepheren
 

Brahn had settled on the nearby table and let out a little bugle of triumph as the first egg was revealed. It was clear that he was quite the proud father. Whether or not he would remember that come the next day was a different story. Flits and memory didn't often go together.

"This first one is an odd color," he said to Nyzara. Mostly green but swirls of a lot of different colors. I didn't know their eggs were as colorful as their larger cousins."

He hadn't had much experience with fire lizard eggs other than the one Brahn had hatched out of.


Re: Right Place + Right Time = Loneliness (Attn: Diagir/Ziya, Tamalak/Chato)

Ren
 

Ziya noticed the pair before Diagir did and sent the tunnelwher a welcoming call. Diagir, once he was finally able to see the pair, raised his hand in salute but tilted his head at the last thing Tamalak had said.

"Good advice, lad. But the question is, why is your wher wanting to bite?"

{Chato, yes?} Ziya asked. {Chato no bite, be good. Chato bite, no be good. Ziya no hurt Chato or twoleg.}
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Out of the fire comes new life. Telgar Rises!

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


Right Place + Right Time = Loneliness (Attn: Any)

Laurie
 

It had been three months since Tamalak's unexpected Impression to the tunnelwhere, Chato. The novelty for the other wherhandlers--both with and without whers--had worn off. Now he noticed that he was sometimes the recipient of dirty looks--usually when the others thought he wasn't looking.

This unfortunate circumstance had the detrimental side effect of turning him anti-social in the whercraft. When he wasn't needed for lessons or chores, he spent more and more time at the Weyr, where he was viewed as more of an oddity than as an object of envy. So when he saw someone heading towards him--Reirel, he thought--he put his head down and veered away.

~Why we go dis way?~ Chato asked.

"I'm avoiding people."

~Why?~

"They're jealous of you. They want to be the ones who have you and don't think I deserve you."

Chato sat. ~Dey can't have me. You all mine. Dey try, I bite.~ He showed his sharp teeth.

"No, you can't bite them. Then we'll both be in trouble."

By now, the other person was close enough to hear, if he so wanted to. Tamalak blushed, hoping he hadn't heard that last remark. Or any, for that matter.


This Is Unacceptable atten: Nayari/T'rif

sailyn2
 

Right after he finished his conversation with Andreya, T'rif took the note and marched right to Nayari's office to knock. He knew that M'ayen should never have been brought back and now he had proof.


What Were You Thinking, Boy? ((Attn: Asheran, Kassia, ))

sailyn2
 

"And what if you'd tripped and fell on an egg?" Kassia demanded with little rationality or pity left. "What if you both had and hit the eggs? Those eggs are still fragile. What if you'd hit the gold eggs. You would have deprived of potentially hundreds of eggs and dragons over that lifetime. Dragons that save your sorry arse from Thread on a sevenday basis."


Re: Clutching Time: attn Nyzara / C'lynx

Jessica Freise
 

Nyzara, who sometimes could be reticent, didn't mind C'lynx's chatter. She rather enjoyed his it, in fact. She squeezed his arm, excitement vibrating her slender, but tall, form.

"She has every right to be proud, as do we all." She smiled at him, unaware how very proud *she* looked of Flare even as the gold shifted around and revealed her first egg to C'lynx's probing gaze.

It was a wildly patterned thing, ranging from swirling greens to deep, almost bronze patches. While it certainly was no gold egg, it still seemed to have some majesty about it's form.

On Aug 18, 2020, at 6:22 AM, kepheren <kepheren@...> wrote:

He watched, rather fascinated by the little gold. Brahn was cheering her on in his own inimitable way and C'lynx gave Nyzara's shoulder a little squeeze as the first egg was laid.

"I can't quite see what color it is," he said after a moment. "Hard to tell since she is still sitting on it and it's covered by the nest. I bet she will lay a lot though and she looks so very proud of herself."

No doubt Nyzara would already know that part but C'lynx, like his bronze flit, could be a little overly chatty sometimes.


Threadfall: Balancing Skyfighter (C'fan, DRAGONHEALER, HEALER, any) #attnany

Ren
 

Your dragon fights to stay in place long enough to flame, succeeds, but tears some muscles in their right wing, sending you plummetting , barely in control towards the ground..


Threadfall had been good that day, nothing too terrible or at least that the bronzepair couldn’t handle. C’fan flew Resmeinth with the Direflames and helped burn plenty of good-sized clumps of Thread either completely or into bits that the blue and greenriders could handle. C’fan was watching the latest clump of char carefully to make sure that it was fully burnt when Resmeinth gave a screech and backwinged so sharply that C’fan bashed his nose on his dragon’s upraised back before he himself leaned back with his harness. He felt the rumbling in Resmeinth’s chest but also realized that the bronze was flapping irregularly now to keep steady. Resmeinth’s wings flew faster and more unevenly while waiting for the flame to come until, just as the gout of flame erupted and burned the thread, Resmeinth screamed as muscles in his right wing tore and sent him plummeting down to the ground.


C’fan held his own right shoulder in sympathy but let go in favor of hanging on to his straps as the ground approached swiftly. 


{{Resmeinth, pull up!}}


{{I’m trying!}} The bronze dragon spat back. {{Something is very wrong with my wing and I can’t move it!}}


C’fan had to act right now to save their lives. He unhooked himself from his riding harness, kept only his longest flight straps on, and started to climb up towards the injured wing. The wind tore at the man, pushing him and ripping right and left to dislodge him and take him away to his own death away from his dragon. C’fan held on, though, by nothing more than determination to save his dragon, and dared to climb out onto the injured wing.


{{C’fan, let go!}} Resmeinth begged. {{Another dragon will catch you!}}


He couldn’t let himself be distracted by the sound of the bronze begging. Resmeinth was too proud to beg but the human understood why the dragon was doing it. Still he kept on, getting to the thumb joint as carefully as he could and yanking the sail open and up. Resmeinth bellowed in agony but the stupid plan worked and the pair angled up just before hitting the ground. C’fan barely had time to see the brown dragon who had been angling to catch them before Resmeinth’s belly made contact with the ground. The sudden braking launched C’fan from his dragon as far as the cables would let him, but he had the greatest fortune to land in a numbweed bush. The plant immediately bruised and set to numbing what of C’fan was exposed and helped the physical pain.


What the leaves couldn’t help was the psychic pain that came from Resmeinth where his belly was torn up and bruised from landing. Yellow, red, orange, and white all swirled together in the bronze’s eyes as he moaned out in agony and reached a paw for his rider desperately. C’fan tried to struggle to his feet but couldn’t quite manage it.


{{I’m here, my friend,}} he called instead. {{See, you can sense me, I know it. Resmeinth, brave bronze, you are alive with me now. You’re safe! Stay with me…}}


{{C’fan, my C’fan,}} wailed the injured one, {{I need you! I need my rider!}} The last was broadcast so that anyone around could hear it.

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Out of the fire comes new life. Telgar Rises!

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


Re: Clutching Time: attn Nyzara / C'lynx

kepheren
 

He watched, rather fascinated by the little gold. Brahn was cheering her on in his own inimitable way and C'lynx gave Nyzara's shoulder a little squeeze as the first egg was laid.

"I can't quite see what color it is," he said after a moment. "Hard to tell since she is still sitting on it and it's covered by the nest. I bet she will lay a lot though and she looks so very proud of herself."

No doubt Nyzara would already know that part but C'lynx, like his bronze flit, could be a little overly chatty sometimes.


Re: Come See the Eggs...If You're a Male Candidate atten: ANY/Asheran/Foreth/Kassia

kepheren
 

The thought of a Hold without drudges didn't quite register with him. Ronhim had always been told that people like him, those who weren't born to the right people he supposed, were the lowest sort of people and meant to do the words of the physical labor. A place without drudges must be...interesting. He let that idea go though to focus on the eggs again when Asheran spoke.

"I never thought dragon eggs would look like this," he mused after a little moment. "Yeah, I figured they would be this big but thought they would be just dull white or grey like the eggs smaller creatures lay. These are so....bright and full of personality."

Maybe not the best of descriptions but the best he could think of in the moment.


Re: Party: Pardon My Clumsiness attn Miacca / Ronhim

kepheren
 

He tried to remember the smell of numbweed but was coming up with a blank. It wasn't as if he had ever been hurt often and when he was a simple drudge, particularly one nobody cared much for anyway, hardly merited fancy medicine. Oh, he had experienced it once or twice from a distance but the memory didn't stay with him so well while he was already distracted.

"I'll have to take your word for that," he said thoughtfully, putting the numbweed question aside for now. "But that must be helpful. To have been here for a few turns and to have an uncle who can heal dragons. I just got here and am still just amazed by everything I see.'

Ronhim was still nervous but her easy manner was doing a lot to help set him at ease.


The Blame Game ((JP Asheran, Namieh))

 

Several days had passed since Namieh's ‘accident’ on the Sands. Initially she had been heavily dosed with fellis while they set the broken bones in her right arm and collar, and assessed whether the gold had ruined anything *vital*, but there was little to be done for her ribs other than to wait for time to do its work. She was allowed something she didn't know the name of for the pain, but only enough to dull it. For her wounded pride, for her shame, there was no salve. 


Namieh was left to stew in her own thoughts, and she certainly had much to consider. The healers left her alone for the most part now that they were sure she wasn't going to die, but she was almost ready to beg them for conversation. To be cut off from everyone was almost as bad as the injuries themselves, but a social creature isolated by her own actions could blame only herself... if she were thinking rationally. Instead, she lay in the Infirmary bed seething. 


Despite the illusion she had successfully donned, her hair was a long ultra-light brown that fell messily around the pillows she had been propped up with, unbrushed. Sharp green eyes could not have looked more bored, staring at the ceiling while her fingers fussed with the top edge of her now cast-encased arm. You were only allowed one of their frumpy ‘gowns’ during your stay in the Infirmary, Namieh was annoyed to discover. The pain required to redress forestalled any rebellious desires to look otherwise.


Asheran had been dragged away before learning the identity of the injured candidate on the sands, and he had been yelled at, and he had stewed, and stewed, and stewed. There had been the recriminating looks, the whispers in the hallways, that had pursued him even back to his quarters, where he had lain staring up at the ceiling, alone, until Felix's pitiful creeling had roused him long enough to feed her scraps leftover from breakfast. Then he had gone back to bed, feeling the cuts and aches and bruises everywhere in the quiet, sleepless dark.


Several days had passed in this unreasoning, unrelenting fugue, and then Asheran had made up his mind. Protected from the worst of the gossip by his craft, busied with his work to avoid the bitterness that twisted at his heart, he decided to go visit the boy in the infirmary who had cost him his chance to Stand. Part of him wanted to make sure the boy was okay - and part of him, keenly aware of the scuffs on his hands and face, wanted to beat the everloving shit out of the boy.


So, in a free period between work and dinner, he made his way down to the infirmary and begged in with minimal cajoling to see the other candidate. His firelizard, fat and guilty for having abandoned him to die earlier at the first whiff of a gold dragon's fury, nuzzled up against his neck and gripped his shoulder with fierce, apologetic affection, crooning into his ear. He made his way past several cots, studying the occupants for a face he might remember, and then stopped at the end of the last row, bemused. Where was the idiot? Had he really died, after all?


"Excuse me, where's the - that boy?" He asked finally of one of the bed-ridden, a girl who looked like she had had a rock dropped on her. "I need to -" beat the shit out of him. "-talk to him."


"What boy?" Namieh asked, arching a brow from where she sat. Her gaze had followed him as soon as he began walking past and didn't falter when he turned her way. "This is a big Infirmary," she said, pausing to take a slow and pained breath before continuing. "Maybe some context would help." The stone that settled in her gut was a sneaking suspicion she knew already to who the young man was referring - herself in disguise. There was something strangely familiar about the lad, but Namieh couldn't place him. Her head throbbed. Better to play it safe.


"The one who got me barred from the sharding sands," Asheran snapped, then drew in a breath. He reached up to stroke the long neck of his dumb green flit, fighting for calm, and shut his eyes, trying again: "Sorry - that's not fair of me. You're hurt. I meant - the one that got hurt trying to run out and touch one of the bloody eggs."


Namieh tensed visibly at the glimpse of his anger, her reaction involuntary and a hint at just how on-edge she was. She could lie to him, just allow him to continue believing they were different individuals, and yet… It was his voice that finally stoked the embers of her memory. She had not a chance to see his face in the middle of her mad dash across the Sand, determined to press forward no matter what, but Nami remembered his shouts in hot pursuit. "You…!" She blurted, hate filling that one word.


She went from idle to outraged in a flash, days of pent-up frustration and aggression bubbling out all at once. "You're the idiot who followed me!"


Buuwwwww? Part of Asheran short-circuited at the admission, and he floundered, completely lost. This wasn't the boy, because she wasn't a boy. She was a girl. He wanted to punch the boy in the face, which was uncharacteristic of him, but he would have never in his darkest dreams ever have even indulged in the fantasy of punching a girl in the face or - or anywhere. Not even the girl who had mocked him in the dining hall.


So he stood there in uncomprehending silence for longer than was reasonable. His eyebrows furrowed; his mouth turned down. He stared at the girl, slowly putting two and two together - the ribs, the arm. His bruised face broke into a scowl of sudden understanding.


"But you're a girl," he blurted out thoughtlessly, and felt his face flush afterwards with a sudden, hot shame.


She was a girl, and he hadn't stopped her from getting grievously injured. A girl - who needed protecting, naturally - had gotten badly hurt on his watch.


Nami felt some sliver of satisfaction to watch him flounder, but the rage behind her eyes was all-consuming. "Yes, I'm a girl," she spat the obvious at him like venom, like she hadn't worked hard to pretend to be a boy. "You ruined everything! I was so close, I got so close! If you hadn't raised your stupid voice-- feck! If you hadn't followed me out onto the Sands, I wouldn't have hesitated! That fecking dragon wouldn't have even known I was there!" It all came pouring out in a fury, an admission and a plan - albeit a hastily made one. 


Her dusky skin was bruised, but that didn't stop the emotion from playing out across her face nor the daggers she glared at him. She tried to sit upright with indignation, but the move was a poor one. Pain lanced her ribs and she hissed a sharp groan out between her teeth, stalling her tirade. 


"If I hadn't - what?" He repeated, starting to feel like he was doing that a lot recently. Was she delusional? Was she insane? "If I hadn't come after you, you'd have -"


What he wanted to say was if I hadn't come after you, you'd have gotten hurt, or you'd have died. But that's what had happened anyway, so he bit his tongue sharply and felt a wash of - anger. Of helpless, indignant anger - not directed at her, not most of it, but at himself, and outwards at… at everything, at the world, at everyone. He had tried to be the big damn hero again, and this time it hadn't worked. He worked his shoulders, feeling tense and - and just angry. He didn't have a good outlet, so he shouted.


"I can't stand for this clutch because of you! Do you know how f - how old I am? Twenty turns. This is it, this was my last Thread-scored shot at being somebody! Your stupid, selfish sharding idiot behaviour - I was trying to save your stupid life, and… me? You're angry at me? I've been here since I was sixteen. I've… sweated, and worked, and I've tried really bloody hard to be the best - to… My ma doesn't even believe I can Impress a dragon. My pa never did, and this was it. I don't Impress, I go home. I go spend the rest of my fething life as somebody who mends harness straps and makes belts on my brother's farm! All my friends - here - who have… Even my girl has a brown. Other boys, they show up and they rank bronze, and I'm - I'm stuck here waiting, and now you've gone and - what's wrong with you? Don't you understand? You've ruined me."


The last bit came out as a choked whisper, surprising even him, and he sagged down to sit with his back to her cot, on the floor, punching a hand against the floor. It hurt, but then he had wanted it to, because the alternative was choking the life out of a girl, and that was unfathomable.


"Good!" Nami shouted in return, tears burning at the edges of her vision. "Now you know what it's like to be me!" She didn't mean these words, she would come to regret them, but the hurt was something she couldn't confront. She hadn't meant to hurt him, he was an innocent bystander-- no, better. A good Samaritan punished as a result of interfering with her machinations. He didn't deserve anything that had happened. Acknowledging that meant letting in the ocean of guilt and shame she kept walled off behind only by the tentative hold of her anger. She had failed, but she had also nothing to risk by losing, save for her life - a life which seemed devoid of purpose even before Candidacy. 


"At least you have a home to go back to. I've got nothing, I've always had nothing! I've had to fight for every sharding scrap I've ever got, no one handed me shit. You think I could just sit here while another of those stupid hatchings went by without Impressing? I know what the world thinks of me," she snarled, but pain leaked into her voice turning it hoarse. Rumors had already begun trickling in, though she had no idea the depth of the resentment she had earned beyond this room. "--What it has always thought of me! What all of you sharding Holders always think of me." She affected a nasally tone, clearly imitating someone from her past, "You're so pathetic even your nomad Ma' left you behind. Like I haven't heard it all before!"


Staring at his back hunkered low where he sat on the floor, Nami spent a few moments breathing raggedly to reclaim some air. With her unhindered hand, she scrubbed away the fresh rivulets that streaked her cheeks and tore her eyes away from him. Though she was quick to yell back, she had heard his story. She empathized with his pain even if she had been the one to cause it.


"...Feck it all," Nami said quietly with a telling sniffle. 


Asheran tipped his head back and let her words wash over him. In a way, she was right - he didn't understand, not wholly. He had his Hold-born biases, and she certainly hadn't gone out of her way to subvert them, but if this was where his thoughts went while she ranted tearfully at him, then at least he was too polite to say so. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed, still staring up at the stone ceiling overhead.


"I'm sorry I didn't run faster," he said finally after listening to her sniffle, feeling gutted - as much as he might not have liked her, she sounded like she was crying, and that was mollifying. It was hard to stay angry when girls cried. Then, because he wasn't sure what else to do, he asked uselessly:


"You okay, though?"


Nami stiffened as if she'd been struck and the jostle made her suck in a breath through gritted teeth to keep from yelping. That was the last thing she expected from him, an apology that he hadn’t been able to save her. Bright eyes narrowed with suspicion, darting back to his form where they remained fixed with all the intensity of a cornered animal. 


“Do I look okay?” She demanded with more vehemence than she really meant, disarmed by his sincerity and frightened by that fact. No one ever truly cared, she had learned this lesson many times the hardest ways. His kindness was regarded with apprehension she masked with outrage. Anger was easier to give in to, made her feel less helpless and needy, but it was also exhausting to maintain. Convalescing took more out of her than she realized and already the exchange had begun to make her tired. “No! ...No. I’m not,” she added more softly after a few moments. “I’ll be stuck here for a few months. If.. I’m not banished entirely.” Nami knew what she had done. She wasn’t a complete idiot, though it was hard not to feel like one in her position and she was sure most of the Weyr leadership saw her that way by now. 


Faced with a young man whose life she had quite literally ruined, by his own words, she felt that fiery conviction of righteousness waver. She had been so sure, so confident her plan would work, but in the candlemarks of recovery since the incident, there had been much time to review what went wrong. Foreth had been so… big. So much bigger than Nami could have imagined, having seen only her daughter Razelth up close. The mother dragon had been fast and furious in her defense of the clutch. No human could have beaten that, no, it was underestimating the gold that foiled her efforts. Not this man. 


Namieh swallowed hard. “Look, I didn’t-- I didn’t mean for you to get involved.” It wasn’t quite the I’m Sorry that Asheran truly deserved, but it was as close to an apology as this girl would ever give. “It should’ve only been me.”


"Well, I got involved," Asheran retorted, his guilt washed away by a fresh bout of annoyance. No, of course she didn't look okay. He more meant - meant that, maybe, internally, emotionally, if she was okay. He raked a hand through his hair, swept it back, then sighed. Felix, feeling his frustration, shuffled closer to his ear and pressed her long, fat body up against the side of his face, wings flared out and swaying slightly, the idiotic display clearly meant to intimidate the invalid girl in the cot.


He had come, said his piece, and there was work to do. He wasn't sure if he felt better now about things, or worse, but at least he had seen for himself that the other candidate wasn't dead. So he pushed back to his feet and turned to face the cot, looking down. He wasn't going to offer to speak up on her behalf, or try and lead a heroic defense to prevent her from getting kicked out on her arse. No, she had definitely messed up, and she deserved whatever punishment the Weyrwoman had planned for her. But - she was also there because he hadn't been good enough. So he compromised.


"I need to get back to work, but my - I know somebody who works the infirmary. I can ask if she'd stop by and talk to you sometime, make sure that the apprentices aren't spitting in your food, if you want."


Nami watched the flit’s performance unfazed, far from intimidated by the creature many times smaller than herself. She wasn’t a tall girl by any means, but she wasn’t about to let some little ‘lizard sass her. Distracted momentarily from her guilt by the display, she stuck her tongue out and wrinkled her nose at Felix while Asheran’s back was still turned. When he did straighten, Nami hurriedly fixed her face so that she didn’t appear quite so goofy in front of him.


The offer he gave felt like a slap in the face after everything she had unintentionally done to him. Not because she wouldn’t need the help - she’d likely face a wide variety of clever vengeances from other Candidates long before she ever returned to class, if she returned. No, it was her pride that took the hardest hit. Accepting his assistance was akin to admitting how vulnerable she truly was laying in that Infirmary bed, and her desperate need to feel in control wouldn’t allow for it. 


“I don’t need your help,” she retorted. “You don’t even know me.” Had she not been missing the functionality of one arm, the way she folded her left across her chest might have had more impact. Though she may have craved interaction mere minutes before, now she just wanted to see the man gone. “Go find someone else who needs saving.” Namieh turned her head away in dismissal.


After everything he had done, after - 


"What's wrong with you?" He asked in pure exasperation and disbelief, but didn't give her the chance to enlighten him. No, she certainly wasn't disavowing any old stereotypes today.


With a frustrated growl, and a dismissive wave - refusing to acknowledge that he had been dismissed first, Asheran turned and left, leaving the cot behind, leaving its occupant behind.


He'd given up his future so that an ungrateful girl could yell at him.


Or - 


No. He wouldn't let his life be martyred for her disdain.


So he hatched a plan instead.

 

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