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I've Got To Help, Blast It (Attn: M'gal/Ozayith, Foreth / Truenoth / Talith

Laurie
 

M'gal was going to be taking some of the younger riders out on sweeps that night, so was napping during the day. That ended when the world exploded.

{{Foreth. Eggs. They've been attacked,}} Ozayith cried to M'gal. 

[[Kassia?]] M'gal said blearily, waking up. He barely got some clothes on, and was bearly on Oz when the dragon flew towards the Hatching Caverns.

{{Foreth! Truenoth! Talith! I'm here to help with whatever...can I help you?}} he called. {{I can watch the eggs}} He couldn't do much of anything else, after all.


Re: And Humpty Dumpty Had a Great...Blast atten: ALL/Healers/guards

Mya L. R.
 

On Sat, Aug 29, 2020 at 2:58 PM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:

Things were never entirely quiet around Arolos. Whether it was political issues between having two Weyrleaders, wine being taken away after parties, attacks at the Gather, heat waves, or monsoons, the last few months had been no different. That said, the last sevenday or so had been nice and quiet. With Kassia growing noticeably pregnant while dealing with Foreth sitting on her own eggs, including two gold eggs, Kassia was glad for the reprieve.


It was that point on in the day where the sun was very low in the sky, barely visible and offering meager light. Foreth was in the Caverns, as always, curled around her eggs with the twin golds holding the majority of her attention. Truenoth and Talith were tucked inside with her but close to the entrance. Kassia was just finishing her paperwork for the day. She stood and stretched. 


“I’m going to be in the temporary weyr for a few minutes, love,” Kassia called to her lifemate before turning to head into the weyr which had been enlargened since she’d first started inhabiting the Caverns with Foreth. 


Kassia stepped inside and reached for her carafe of juice.


Suddenly everything went dark and she was flying across the room. A large boom ripped through the weyr. She screamed as she hid the door and everything went black.


The big dragons guarding the place were going to keep him out with all that flailing they were doing, but Kodah was going to get inside to Kassia if it killed him. He had not let a single soul inside, not but those who were allowed, and he knew his colleagues had not, either. Had something burst beneath the Caverns? He could not say.


And he very nearly went flying at the swipe of the bronze one's tail, but he managed to dive out of the way just in time.


"Kassia!" he called as he scrambled back to his feet.


N'shen's head immediately whipped toward the Hatching Cavern, and he instinctively pressed the palms of his hands to his eyes.


[[What happened!?]] he demanded of the screaming voice in his head.


((A blast! I cannot see! You must come now, we must save my children!)) Truenoth demanded. N'shen was on his feet and running in a moment, but his shoulder glanced off the frame of his door as he ran. He cursed and gathered himself together again and resumed his dash toward the Hatching Grounds.


Talith was up and snarling at hidden dangers in the sudden blackness, bewildered but ready to guard his eggs. ((Truenoth! Something attacks!)) he warned. He couldn’t imagine what, but he had felt the scorch of heat against his hide before darkness had fallen, could feel the burn now. He heaved himself up and staggered a few wobbly feet, tripping on the bronze’s tail. ((Dragon attacks!)) he said alarmed, feeling the hide. ((Be wary!))


It had been a perfectly normal conversation. Calm small talk, the kind normal people had when out for a walk. 


Normal people didn’t feel the world explode in their heads though. R’tal didn’t even stop to ask what had happened, just went white and turned, breaking into a run.


Between the initial blast and Kassia going black confusion had fallen over Foreth for a moment. Something had gone wrong, she knew that much. Her butt and tail burned. Smoke concentrated near the wall and the Stands and was spreading.


((Mine...Mine...Mine...!)) Each word was more and more panicked sounding as she probed at her lifemate’s mind even as twin instincts to protect her lifemate and her clutch warred at her. 


Back in the temporary weyr, Kassia started to rouse. The world was still dark with the little light coming through the windows into the Caverns from the temporary weyr being covered in smoke. She could barely breathe through the smoke. Coughing, she tried to roll onto her hands and knees and screamed and nearly passed out again as she leaned weight on her arm.


((MINE!)) The pair might fight, but when it came to it Kassia was her lifemate and she’d kill anyone that tried to hurt her. ((NO ONE HURTS MINE AND MY EGGS!))


Her eyes rolled red-orange as fury rushed through her. She half opened her wings, smacking into the sides of the Caverns and at least one of the other dragons and then whirled toward the temporary weyr. Unfortunately her attention was more on getting to her lifemate in that moment and not for the eggs at the edges of the clutch. 


"Foreth!" Kodah called. "FORETH!" He had no intention of letting the gold tear him apart without realizing who he was if he tried to get to Kassia without her permission. "It's me, Kassia's guard. Let me get to her!"


Sniffit bounded in behind Kodah but did not advance any further than he did. He echoed Kodah's sentiments to her as best he could.


There were a few sickening crunches that Foreth would regret later. For now she had her goal and went for it singlemindedly. She reached the edge of the Stands as Kodah did and pulled back a paw, ready to take out the threat.


Kassia had heard Kodah’s cry and even as she struggled to get closer to the door, she threw her will at the gold just before the deadly claws could come down. ((DON’T HURT HIM! Let him SAVE ME!))


Foreth hesitated, shaking her head hard.


((Make him get me out,)) Kassia added, struggling to think through the pain and the smoke.


Foreth lowered her paw and to Kodah she said, ((SAVE MINE! You hurt her more, and I’ll eat you.))


Kodah might have had something clever to say if he had a few minutes to ponder it, but as it was, he was too focused on his job to think of it.


[[Sniffit, rescue!]] he sent with images of the wher clearing the rubble. The pair rushed in and quickly but carefully got to work lifting the fallen debris to reach Kassia.


"I'm coming, Kassia!" he called. "Can you hear me?"


The sound of Kodah’s voice came in through the door. Kassia lifted her head and groaned as even that shifted her on her arm. “I’m in here!” she called as loud as she could manage and then dissolved into coughing.


Sniffit rushed in through the door, staying low to the ground and searching for Kassia by scent – the wher had hers committed to memory, of course. When he reached her, he crooned to her and sent what he saw back to Kodah, who followed him in.


Kassia sagged back to the ground with relief as the sight of her wher an guard saviors appeared in the dark weyr. “Hel...help...” she gasped between coughs. “Hit...my head...arm...broken...I think...”


((HURRY!)) Foreth snapped in his head.


Kodah very carefully lifted Kassia, supporting her as best he could without hurting her arm any worse than it was.


"You're going to be OK," he said. "Stay with me."


**Big bronze, stop screech, get Healer!** Sniffit chastised Truenoth, and a few moments later, the bronze was wailing in Elphith's head, demanding that her rider send all of the Healers she had.


For a moment, Truenoth was worried she had heard, send a lot of Healers, so he made sure she understood – send all the Healers she had.  


And Talith was shouting a similar message to K’ren; send help, send Healers, send EVERYONE. And that seemed a good idea for a moment, so much so that he turned up the ‘volume’ on that message, projecting it to other dragons.


((THE EGGS ARE BEING ATTACKED. YOU AND YOUR RIDERS SHOULD COME AND GUARD THEM. NOW.)) It didn’t carry the weight of a gold’s command, but Talith wasn’t usually a dragon to panic at the drop of a hat and there was enough alarm in that statement to garner attention.


That done, he dropped his head back onto his fore-legs, exhausted for a moment. His entire face felt like it was throbbing, and it was still so very dark.


The day had been quiet so far.  Many of the Candidates weren't in the Weyr, several riders were out watching over them, so the Weyrbowl seemed a little emptier than normal.  Enough that Nevena had noticed the change and there was certainly nothing that could've distracted people from the sudden boom that rang out through the Weyr.  It felt loud, louder than it might've otherwise been.  The Guard was moving instantly, running in the direction that it'd come from.
 

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Re: Can I help you? I can bring you ... water? {Yolin, Namieh}

Kouga
 

Namieh had her head down, sitting on the bed hunched over an unrolled hide. Her right arm immobilized by a cast and the bandages across her chest visible beneath her gown, she used the left hand to turn the scroll over on her folded legs. Feeling eyes upon her, she glanced up from her reading and looked at the young girl waiting in the doorway with an eyebrow lifted in expectation. "..Do you need something from me?" She asked, tilting her head to one side with an air of confusion. Her world had become very small lately, and strangers who visited were few and far between.<<
The 'twelve' turn old moved a bit inside before speaking "I was just
going through rooms to see if anyone needed anything." Yolin offered
the older girl even as her eyes tracked over the bandages that could
be seen. She had heard about what had happened, but right now that was
not what mattered, that was a matter for the Weyrwoman to address.
Right now all Yolin cared about was getting the other girl healthy.
She would leave the eggs to her sister and cousin.

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To Be Interrupted (R'tal/Shalia)

Laura Walker
 

R’tal had felt a little guilty about Shalia staying back from the trip. Not that he couldn’t use  the help, not that he wasn’t delighted to still have klah magically turning up before he even thought to request it. Still, if she felt obliged to stay, if this was the Candidates’ last fun before Hatching, it seemed mean not to have pushed her to go.


It was with that thought he paused by her chair in a quiet moment. “You know, if you changed your mind I could probably still find someone to run you over there?”


"Hrm?" Shalia said, looking up.  "Oh, the trip?  No thanks, last Candidate excursion I ended up pregnant, and then there was the one where we ended up going back thousands of Turns and everything went weird on me, and of course before that was the wher attack!"  Granted, most of those had been working trips of some sort or another, but even so… she'd stopped trusting Out There.  Every time she left on an organized, official outing, Bad Things Happened. 


R’tal laughed. “Well, from my point of view the Weyr’s a lot more peaceful with a lot fewer Candidates in it, but I didn’t want you feeling left out,” he said. “Er,” Having watched the girl grow up from a distance and then seeing her in his office daily for months on end he felt the vague need to say something supportive now Hatching was finally nearing for her (again). “You feeling all ready for them to start Hatching?”


"Shards yes!" Shalia said fervently.  "Haven't even had a chance to see the eggs thanks to thst stupid chit.  Aunt Kassia did a painting, but it's just not the same.  I'm actually kinda surprised they're going ahead with the trip, the way they cracked down on the rest of us."  She hesitated briefly, but then decided against telling R'tal what was going on in the Barracks.  It wasn't her place, and it also wasn't his.


“Eh, between you and me - and you don’t have to pass it on - that’s not all about Candidate punishment,” R’tal admitted. He settled on the edge of the desk, happy to chat for a few minutes. “After that Gather incident, your aunt is on edge and to be honest, so am I - and so are the dragons. No-one wants to risk one of them getting twitchy and someone getting hurt, not with one kid already in the Infirmary.”


"Yeah, I understand," Shalia admitted, albeit a bit grudgingly.  "I don't like it, but I understand.  But even so, if she hadn't done that, the rest of it wouldn't be happening.  What I don't understand, though, is why Asheran is getting punished so harshly.  He tried to stop her, Uncle R'tal!  He shouldn't be barred from Standing for that!" The petite young woman looked at him, and if it had been any fiercer it could almost have been called a glare.


“Asheran?” R’tal looked at her so blankly it was clear he had no idea what she was talking about, still less why she might be angry at him. “Who’s that then?”

 

"The guy who got banned from Standing this Hatching for chasing after and stopping  the stupid chit running onto the Sands," Shalia responded.  "It's not fair that he's being punished for trying to do the right thing!"


“I didn’t know he--” R’tal started to say and then stopped. Just stopped and went suddenly pale, the colour draining from his face. There was a faint noise in the distance -- a bang, was that an explosion?


It was as though he had forgotten Shalia was there entirely. In a second he was up and running -- sprinting -- towards the Hatching Grounds, conversation long-forgotten.



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And Humpty Dumpty Had a Great...Blast atten: ALL/Healers/guards

sailyn2
 

Things were never entirely quiet around Arolos. Whether it was political issues between having two Weyrleaders, wine being taken away after parties, attacks at the Gather, heat waves, or monsoons, the last few months had been no different. That said, the last sevenday or so had been nice and quiet. With Kassia growing noticeably pregnant while dealing with Foreth sitting on her own eggs, including two gold eggs, Kassia was glad for the reprieve.


It was that point on in the day where the sun was very low in the sky, barely visible and offering meager light. Foreth was in the Caverns, as always, curled around her eggs with the twin golds holding the majority of her attention. Truenoth and Talith were tucked inside with her but close to the entrance. Kassia was just finishing her paperwork for the day. She stood and stretched. 


“I’m going to be in the temporary weyr for a few minutes, love,” Kassia called to her lifemate before turning to head into the weyr which had been enlargened since she’d first started inhabiting the Caverns with Foreth. 


Kassia stepped inside and reached for her carafe of juice.


Suddenly everything went dark and she was flying across the room. A large boom ripped through the weyr. She screamed as she hid the door and everything went black.


The big dragons guarding the place were going to keep him out with all that flailing they were doing, but Kodah was going to get inside to Kassia if it killed him. He had not let a single soul inside, not but those who were allowed, and he knew his colleagues had not, either. Had something burst beneath the Caverns? He could not say.


And he very nearly went flying at the swipe of the bronze one's tail, but he managed to dive out of the way just in time.


"Kassia!" he called as he scrambled back to his feet.


N'shen's head immediately whipped toward the Hatching Cavern, and he instinctively pressed the palms of his hands to his eyes.


[[What happened!?]] he demanded of the screaming voice in his head.


((A blast! I cannot see! You must come now, we must save my children!)) Truenoth demanded. N'shen was on his feet and running in a moment, but his shoulder glanced off the frame of his door as he ran. He cursed and gathered himself together again and resumed his dash toward the Hatching Grounds.


Talith was up and snarling at hidden dangers in the sudden blackness, bewildered but ready to guard his eggs. ((Truenoth! Something attacks!)) he warned. He couldn’t imagine what, but he had felt the scorch of heat against his hide before darkness had fallen, could feel the burn now. He heaved himself up and staggered a few wobbly feet, tripping on the bronze’s tail. ((Dragon attacks!)) he said alarmed, feeling the hide. ((Be wary!))


It had been a perfectly normal conversation. Calm small talk, the kind normal people had when out for a walk. 


Normal people didn’t feel the world explode in their heads though. R’tal didn’t even stop to ask what had happened, just went white and turned, breaking into a run.


Between the initial blast and Kassia going black confusion had fallen over Foreth for a moment. Something had gone wrong, she knew that much. Her butt and tail burned. Smoke concentrated near the wall and the Stands and was spreading.


((Mine...Mine...Mine...!)) Each word was more and more panicked sounding as she probed at her lifemate’s mind even as twin instincts to protect her lifemate and her clutch warred at her. 


Back in the temporary weyr, Kassia started to rouse. The world was still dark with the little light coming through the windows into the Caverns from the temporary weyr being covered in smoke. She could barely breathe through the smoke. Coughing, she tried to roll onto her hands and knees and screamed and nearly passed out again as she leaned weight on her arm.


((MINE!)) The pair might fight, but when it came to it Kassia was her lifemate and she’d kill anyone that tried to hurt her. ((NO ONE HURTS MINE AND MY EGGS!))


Her eyes rolled red-orange as fury rushed through her. She half opened her wings, smacking into the sides of the Caverns and at least one of the other dragons and then whirled toward the temporary weyr. Unfortunately her attention was more on getting to her lifemate in that moment and not for the eggs at the edges of the clutch. 


"Foreth!" Kodah called. "FORETH!" He had no intention of letting the gold tear him apart without realizing who he was if he tried to get to Kassia without her permission. "It's me, Kassia's guard. Let me get to her!"


Sniffit bounded in behind Kodah but did not advance any further than he did. He echoed Kodah's sentiments to her as best he could.


There were a few sickening crunches that Foreth would regret later. For now she had her goal and went for it singlemindedly. She reached the edge of the Stands as Kodah did and pulled back a paw, ready to take out the threat.


Kassia had heard Kodah’s cry and even as she struggled to get closer to the door, she threw her will at the gold just before the deadly claws could come down. ((DON’T HURT HIM! Let him SAVE ME!))


Foreth hesitated, shaking her head hard.


((Make him get me out,)) Kassia added, struggling to think through the pain and the smoke.


Foreth lowered her paw and to Kodah she said, ((SAVE MINE! You hurt her more, and I’ll eat you.))


Kodah might have had something clever to say if he had a few minutes to ponder it, but as it was, he was too focused on his job to think of it.


[[Sniffit, rescue!]] he sent with images of the wher clearing the rubble. The pair rushed in and quickly but carefully got to work lifting the fallen debris to reach Kassia.


"I'm coming, Kassia!" he called. "Can you hear me?"


The sound of Kodah’s voice came in through the door. Kassia lifted her head and groaned as even that shifted her on her arm. “I’m in here!” she called as loud as she could manage and then dissolved into coughing.


Sniffit rushed in through the door, staying low to the ground and searching for Kassia by scent – the wher had hers committed to memory, of course. When he reached her, he crooned to her and sent what he saw back to Kodah, who followed him in.


Kassia sagged back to the ground with relief as the sight of her wher an guard saviors appeared in the dark weyr. “Hel...help...” she gasped between coughs. “Hit...my head...arm...broken...I think...”


((HURRY!)) Foreth snapped in his head.


Kodah very carefully lifted Kassia, supporting her as best he could without hurting her arm any worse than it was.


"You're going to be OK," he said. "Stay with me."


**Big bronze, stop screech, get Healer!** Sniffit chastised Truenoth, and a few moments later, the bronze was wailing in Elphith's head, demanding that her rider send all of the Healers she had.


For a moment, Truenoth was worried she had heard, send a lot of Healers, so he made sure she understood – send all the Healers she had.  


And Talith was shouting a similar message to K’ren; send help, send Healers, send EVERYONE. And that seemed a good idea for a moment, so much so that he turned up the ‘volume’ on that message, projecting it to other dragons.


((THE EGGS ARE BEING ATTACKED. YOU AND YOUR RIDERS SHOULD COME AND GUARD THEM. NOW.)) It didn’t carry the weight of a gold’s command, but Talith wasn’t usually a dragon to panic at the drop of a hat and there was enough alarm in that statement to garner attention.


That done, he dropped his head back onto his fore-legs, exhausted for a moment. His entire face felt like it was throbbing, and it was still so very dark.


Re: It seemed like a good idea at the time! {Petiner, Kassia}

Kouga
 

"I know that we're pushing you right now with Foreth being on the Sands," Kassia said. "I appreciate your hard work at a delicate time and always. Keep working with your wher as much as you can. You'll need extra training if you intend to use your wher as a guard. Did you get him from the Wherhall?" <<
"Of course Weyrwoman. We will all keep doing our best and everything
that has happened recently is why I honestly reconsidered a wher. I
will do everything I can to make sure I can help protect my home and
that especially includes Foreth in her time of need." Petiner replied
without hesitation. "We will ma'am, I promise and we will be taking
the extra classes so he can function as a guard. I got him from
Greenrider K'gra's gold Citruse."

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Re: Isn't Arolos meant to mean surprise? {Jaseto, T'rif, any}

Kouga
 

"Ah, yes, there is a difference between having one gold and two," T'rif said. "One gold Weyrling can be demanding enough as they take extra time and training to do their future duties and how to keep their dragons from overrunning the other dragons and making them do things. Two golds means that much more time and resources put into the two of them. They also tend to be rivals. The last two were definitely rivals, but I don't think even if they liked each other that it would have been better. The two golds will likely compete and try to one-up each other, which could potentially be very dangerous." <<
"So they get extra training as a Weyrling? I thought the Weyrlings
already had alot to learn, how do they have extra time to learn extra
things?" Jaseto would never claim to know alot about their training of
course, but what kid didn't complain when walking a gather even if it
was just briefly? She had heard Weyrlings complain before about their
work load and if it was true how did the golds have so much extra time
to learn extra stuff? "If they are in the same class why do they have
to be rivals? I thought riders were supposed to be able to control
their dragons, so couldn't their riders at least make them get along?"

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Re: Sooo did you just not like me? {M'gil, T'rif}

sailyn2
 

T'rif was surprised to see a man on the otherside. A full grown rider. He wondered if the man was a father to one of the Candidates and was coming to yell.

"ACM and Candidate counselor T'rifoshe, yes," he said formally just in case this was someone coming to yell. Best to remind them of his position as more than just a bronze rider.  "How can I help you?"


Re: Sooo did you just not like me? {M'gil, T'rif}

Kouga
 

T'rif was on the other side of the door doing paperwork. It seemed lately he was either counseling a Candidate or he was doing paperwork about counseling that Candidate. A lot of Candidates were having issues after the run on the Hatching Sands and the tightening of the rules.
"Come in," he called loudly.<<

M'gil hesitated a brief flash, but forced himself not to, he was a JM
and he knew how to not panic, he could do this. He made his way into
the office at the call making a point to push the door shut behind
him, he didn't exactly want the candidates to hear, not when he had no
clue what the man would have to way. The hides all over his desk spoke
of way too much to do and not enough time to do it. He hadn't had to
deal with that very often but he had it often enough that he
understood, though it had been less of a problem in the past couple of
turns, but well that was another thing entirely. "Bronzerider T'rif?"
he asked after a moment of studying the man making sure he had the
right person.

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

Rosiegirl
 

Ko’ssen noticed the young woman’s blush as he lowered his hand, and tried to wave it off as if she didn’t need to be embarrassed for not having noticed it. He also noticed that Valesa bit her lip, and wondered if just his questions were making her re-think her decision or if he was making her nervous. *He* didn’t think he was intimidating, but he did recognize that not only being a bronzerider but also the WLM might be intimidating for some people, no matter how friendly he was with them. 


Still, when she began speaking Ko’ssen focused his warm brown eyes on her and gave her his full attention. As she spoke about mentorship for younger riders, newly graduated riders, even Valesa should be able to tell that there was clear interest and consideration on his face as she talked. 


When she finished speaking, Ko’ssen was silent for a long moment, clearly considering her words carefully, her history as well as her suggestion about training up young riders as AWLMs. Finally he began with, a AWLM mentorship is actually something I’d had an idea for, when I first began WLM, but I wasn’t able to fully flesh out that idea with everything else going on. So, you do have some good points, about riders who’d been in the Wings at least 2 turns, to have some experience, who could be good teachers and training them into AWLMs.”


He paused there, still thinking a bit, before continuing with “And what you’d mentioned about yourself, the fact that you impressed at your very first Hatching, means that with having so little time as a Candidate yourself...especially if it was under a full turn as a candidate, that you’d probably have a leg up on relating to any weyrling who, similar to you, impresses after very minimal time as candidates themselves. You could relate to them feeling unprepared and overwhelmed with things they never got a chance to know as a candidate.” Here, just to make sure she didn’t think he was calling her out, Ko’ssen smiled and said “Just like I myself would have that same ability to relate to them, having impressed only a few short months after turning 12 and joining candidacy myself. Although your experiences in weyrlinghood, I dare to say, are *quite* a few turns fresher for you than they are for myself. But I can also certainly relate to weyrlings being stuck in that limbo of ungraduated after the rest of their class has graduated because of being underaged…” He faded off there with a smile at the young woman who looked...just so very young to him before continuing with.


“As to getting bored easily, well there’s not much that’s boring about being an AWLM. You’ve *always* got something different to do: walking the barracks at night, paperworks on incidents or talks you have with weyrlings, coming up with new lessons or teaching strategies if you feel like some subject isn’t getting covered sufficiently when it should be, actually *talking* with weyrlings...believe me, my door could very well be considered a swinging door with how often I have visitors. And beyond that, each class has their own concerns specific to not only that group of weyrlings but hatchlings as well, so being able to think on your feet is a plus as it’s not often that you’re coming up against the same issue twice, as least not the same issues for the same *reason* because everyone feels differently about Impression. The idea that Impression automatically means ultimate love and adoration, yes on the dragon side that’s true, but it’s become clear that’s not a guarantee on the new weyrling’s side, and that feeling their lifemate’s love can cause problems instead of being accepted and embraced wholly by the weyrling.”


Having given himself time to think, as he spoke about her idea and then her history, Ko’ssen then added with a smile at Valesa “I do appreciate the initiative you’ve shown in seeking me out, as I *do* actually need additional AWLMs for this next clutch but haven't put out notice yet. And, while I didn’t have a chance before to iron out all the details about how a mentorship for AWLMs in training should go, the idea isn’t a bad one at all. I’m thinking, getting paired with a longer term AWLM, shadowing them to learn the ropes and see what all the duties of an AWLM are like, for 6 months before the trainee get’s promoted to full AWLM following a review of their mentorship and the trainee not making any colossal mistakes. And, of course, like you mentioned if the trainee feels at any point that they aren’t a good fit as an AWLM, they are free to return to the Wings and whatever craft they were working on before.”


“So, keeping in mind that there’s still details that need to be fleshed out fully about a mentorship program for AWLMs-in-training, I would welcome you as the first trainee if I haven't already put you off completely by the descriptions I've given." Here, Ko'ssen's lips turned up in a small smile before continuing with "That’s, of course, baring getting a chance to look over your file just to see if there’s any issues that would drastically prevent you from joining the WLM team, which if your file accurately reflects you as the motivated young woman sitting in front of me I don’t foresee any problems. It’s just that with this clutch and it’s twin golds I need to make sure I do things by the book, you understand I hope.” 


Ko’ssen’s final words, the offer with the condition of getting a chance to check out her file, he hoped didn’t sound harsh or off-putting to the young woman. As he wanted to be clear that he *was* offering her a position as an ‘AWLM-in-training’. He just also had to follow protocol and couldn’t just accept anyone as an AWLM, especially with 2 gold weyrlings soon to be in the barracks, and that he hoped she understood his explanation.



On Mon, Aug 17, 2020 at 7:27 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
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: Cloud Dancers Wing Assistant Interviews (wL S'ryll, Asheran, Nadia)

Yvonne
 

Nadia brushed the wrinkles out of her uniform as she gathered herself for her interview.

She took pride in the fact that she was a Dancer. Getting there was a struggle but she was better for the fact that she had surmounted those odds.

Her mass of dark curls were tamed into a braid that was neatly done and hung down her back. Its darkness seemed to compliment her amber eyes, which reminded of a cat.

Gently she reached up and tapped on the door....


Re: Trying to be Subtle atten: Tamalack/Kalain

sailyn2
 

Kalain shrunk in on himself. He felt like he was disappointing Tam by not saying anything. Fecked if he did, fecked if he didn't.

"Sleek still wants to pull ahead," he said. The two pups were now laying in a heap and panting on the floor. "She's starting to get more protective and possessive, too."


Re: Trying to be Subtle atten: Tamalack/Kalain

Laurie
 

Tamalak shrugged. Must be a different girl...maybe one of the female wher handlers. Though he hadn't seen Kalain making goo-goo eyes at anyone. So, probably not a girl at all. Just something else.

"Well, I'm not going to push you. But if you ever decide you want to talk to me, you know where my bunk is."  Tamalak lay back on the bed they were sitting on, crossing his hands behind his head. "I've been trying to train Chato to heel. He's been doing pretty good with it."

On Fri, Aug 28, 2020 at 12:45 PM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:
Kalain jumped at the snap of the fingers. "N...n...no," he stammered, blushing hard. "It's not her. But I don't think this is something I can talk to you about. I'll get over it. I promise."


~~Velcro~~ Hook-and-Loop Baby (jp: Cremsden, Cuylar)

Aaron
 

Cremsden hadn’t been kidding about the teething baby. But he also hadn’t quite been expecting this either. 

He’d thought the Creche lady was looking a little fraught when he came to collect Arden. The sound of the boy howling had set up instant alarm drums (never ever far where Cremsden was concerned when the baby was in the Creche) but she had assured him that no, everything was fine, it was just maybe probably likely those teeth were coming through. At least Arden had settled to a low grizzle once Cremsden was holding him, though he was still looking pink-cheeked and generally upset with the world.

He stayed grizzling as long as Cremsden held him. The whimpers turned up to an ear-splitting yell however if he even considered putting the baby down. Bitey was considering the baby with a newfound respect - anything which could make that amount of noise had earned it - when Cuylar arrived.

"Oh," said Cuylar as he saw Cremsden. "Uh oh. Looks like somebody's face hurts," he added softly with a sad face for the baby. "How are we doing?" he asked.

“I think it’s just teething. Do you think it’s just teething?” All of Cremsden’s Healer instincts seemed to get overridden by this one time I saw a baby something awful happened to when it came to his own son. He examined his small son anxiously. “No fever.”

"Well, that was what I assumed," said Cuylar with a gentle smile. "If there's no fever, it isn't likely to be much else, is it?" He was no childhealer, but he knew the basics. And he had even learned a bit of what he knew firsthand from Arden.

"You look worse off than he does."

“Well, I hate it when he’s ill,” Cremsden admitted. “And it looks like we’re going to have a fun night. I suspect staying over will not be something you want to do.” He jogged the baby gently, soothing him back down to whimpers. “And-- shards, I was coming with you wasn’t I? Fe--uh.” He swallowed the curse before it could escape.

"He's gonna be OK; he'll forget all about it. You, on the other hand…" Cuylar gave Cremsden a sympathetic smile. "I guess we'll just have to arrange another witness. Any ideas on who I should ask?"

“Ugh. Let me think. Stick the klah pot on?” Cremsden requested. “It’s not that I can’t do it with one hand, it’s just I worry he’ll snatch at something.” He carried Arden over to a chair, making vague soothing noises as he did. “C’mon kiddo, just grow them a bit faster and you’ll feel much better.”

"You don't have to apologize for asking me to put the klah on," Cuylar chuckled. He put the pot on to boil and then joined Cremsden while he waited for the steamy whistling.

“OK. I’d go for young and female, they seem less likely to scare him off,” Cremsden said after a moment’s thought. “And not one of the Candidates, there’s too much risk he’d get jumpy at that I think. Find Aru or Alyx I’d say. You know what you’re doing?”

"I always feel like I'm winging it, Cremsden," Cuylar laughed. "What advice do you have? This isn't a great time for me to mess things up." He would probably ask Alyx to come with him, but if Cremsden had pointers…

“Okay.” He sat forward a little, still rocking Arden, trying to keep his voice in that soothing cadence as he spoke. “You’re basically documenting, yeah? Tch, tch, no crying, hush now-- it might not be needed but if it’s who you think it is-- sshh shh then -- then he’s from Fort and he’s a sneaky old bu.. Eh, a sneaky old man so you want to cover your back in case it gets political.”

Cuylar nodded. Covering his back should have been second nature after Fort, but being at Arolos for so long had brought back some of his more trusting nature from before.

"So, once the two of us have both seen it, we go to K'ren? Or what? He did ask me not to tell. He's not going to be any less worried about retaliation than before, so if I go anywhere, we need to be sure that it's actually going to result in him returning to retirement."

“Write it up first. Everything you can, every single mark, every detail of how bad it is -- shells, draw a diagram if you can,” Cremsden said, rubbing circles in his son’s back. “Get whoever you have with you to read it and initial every part - and do me a favour and make sure they read it. They’re incredibly trusting when they’re still wet behind the ears.”

Cuylar nodded. He should have done all that the first time. It sounded like something a journeyman ought to have thought of. But it was still the same day. It would not have healed any more since the morning.

"Alright. I'll let him know that I'm going to be keeping track of how fast it's healing. For Healer reasons. I don't want him getting spooked over it. I don't think Alyx will mind going with me every time I see him… but then, I don't need to re-diagram it every time. I can just as easily tell him that's only once every seven days and do it again when they're back from the trip."

“Once is fine unless he adds marks.” Cremsden grimaced at that. “I’m hoping not, but..”

"Eesh. Faranth forbid," said Cuylar. "Well, I'll certainly be keeping an eye out for that. What else?" he asked.

“Once you’ve got that you take it to K’ren and it all starts being taken over by people who get paid more than you,” Cremsden said. “What you’re guarding against mostly is.. I’d bet on my last wineskin that the moment it goes in he’ll claim it wasn’t that bad. That he gave the boy a few gentle taps as a joke or something. They always do.”

"It was definitely quite a bit more than a few gentle taps," Cuylar nodded. "I… I should be better ready next time something like this happens to document it. I was too ready to let him go about his business because he didn't want anyone to tell what happened."

“It was your first time, you were a bit shocked.” Cremsden shrugged. “I’ll be honest, I might have a moment where I start moving automatically at that stuff now but.. I don’t particularly want you to get to that point. If cases here stay far and few between enough that you need refreshers.. Let’s not feel like changing that.”

"Right," Cuylar nodded. He appreciated the reassurance, but he was not going to let himself forget this. He was going to make it right, so there was no need to beat himself up about it.

"Can I get you anything?" he asked.

“Klah, if it’s brewed, please. We might need it tonight.” Arden seemed to be calming a touch but Cremsden suspected that wouldn’t last through putting it down. “Look, think about what you’re going to tell whoever you take. You need to give them a bit of warning not to freak out, but they’re there solely as a witness - to say “yes, what he says he saw was correct”. What you don’t want is to be accused of priming them in advance so they see what they expect to see.”

"Oh! Shells. Sorry." Cuylar returned to the klah pot and poured two mugs. "I'd forget my head if it wasn't screwed on, as they say…"

When he returned with the klah, he sat down, sipped, and nodded.

"So I won't tell them exactly what they're looking for. Just what you said. They're a witness, but keep a straight face."

“I mean, once you’re done,  you can talk much more freely and underline confidentiality a few dozen times,” Cremsden said. “Not that I think you’ll have a problem with either of those two. They’re sensible kids.” And not exactly kids any more, but Cremsden had yet to notice that part.

"I understand." Cuylar nodded. He was almost as inclined to think of them as kids. After all, he was still just an apprentice himself, and he was in his 30s. "Want me to bring you anything back from the middle of nowhere?" he grinned.

Cremsden made a face “Magic sleepy baby powder? No wait. Can Elphith ask Margana to bring dinner up with her?”

"Of course," said Cuylar. "And she likes you enough that she won't even complain." He chuckled. "And I hate to leave so soon, but I probably should have her get started on that now so that I'm done with my klah by the time she makes it up."

“Good luck then.” Cremsden offered. “If all else fails, remember there’s always a mysterious fever.”

"I'll keep it in my back pocket," Cuylar promised.


Re: Month 10: FF’s First *Between* Lesson ((Attn: Ko’ssen, Virian, & E’thari))

Jerzy Tobin
 

Taking a breath, Ko’ssen continued with “Now, when you get up in the air I want you to visualize Arolos Point with as much detail as possible. Remember how it was when you saw it just a very short while ago, and put that image in your head. Think of the color, the shape, the relative positions of various things, the edge of the cliff and its angle to the sea. If, once you are in the air again, you feel like you need to take another look at Arolos Point then that’s more than fine. Please let us know and then go take another look so that you feel as prepared as possible. Make sure your image is as clear as possible before you transfer that image to your lifemate for them to then send to us. And then *if* we give you the go-ahead from that image, once you are ready to go *between* let us know before you go.”

“If, at any point, you don’t feel comfortable going *between*, then you can of course wait. There is absolutely no pressure for you to take that step if you or your lifemate don’t feel ready. And after you either go *between* or let us know you need to wait, we will return to the Barracks where I’ve arranged for there to be a lunch delivered where you can eat with your classmates and catch up.”

“So, whenever you’re ready go ahead and get to the correct altitude and we will wait for your visualization image.”
This was it! The moment that E'thari and Runaath had been waiting
for. They'd been practicing hard and long to get to this point, and
neither was going to back down now that the time had finally arrived.
E'thari had studied Arolos Point carefully, taking in each detail and
storing it away so that he'd be able to recall it properly. He did so
then, putting as much clarity and detail into it before giving it to
Runaath to pass on. The blue did so, and was given confirmation of
the visual. It was time.

((Go.)) E'thari told Runaath.

Runaath did, and they were immediately enveloped in the absolute dark
and cold of between. One. Two. Three... And there they were, above
Arolos Point as they should be! Runaath bugled loudly at the success,
drowning out E'thari's own cheers. They had done it!


--
"Life is NOT a journey to the grave with the goal of arriving safely
in a prettily preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways in a
shower of gravel and party shards, thoroughly used, utterly exhausted,
and loudly proclaiming: "F*** ME, that Rocked!!" -unknown

Whizzy: Jerzy
Aim: Yue146


Re: Of Sound Mind? (Attn: Torrela/Namieh)

 

Smart alec that she was, the girl rolled her eyes at the thought these cards could hold some relation to herself. What a joke! She wasn't some fancy lady holding a bright glowstone any more than she was a robed lord with a cart. Inwardly, Namieh felt conflicted about the feelings this card's illustraion evoked, her eyes fixated on the darkness behind the woman rather than the light she held. "That's creepy," she commented with a squint. "All those bones and stuff behind her, clinging to her legs. Why's she watching that bright thing when she's got all that nasty stuff on top of her dress?" Scrunching her nose, Nami looked away. "She needs a hair brush."


On Thu, Aug 27, 2020 at 3:48 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Interesting. Her response was classic abandonment issues. Torrela could see how the card could be viewed that way. Whenever she did this, the first card was usually something reminiscent of her patient's past.

She wanted to focus on the girl's past, which this gave her a gateway to, but she didn't want to frighten her off. Three cards. She'd start with three. Pulling another card from the deck, she placed it next to the first card. This one was of a woman, behind her were ghosts and skeletons. She was holding a pebble, and beauty and light were coming from that pebble. 

"We're going to look at three cards, and then I'll talk to you about what you saw in them, and how I think it relates to you. What do you see here?" She tapped the card.

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On Wed, Aug 26, 2020 at 3:38 PM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
Namieh had seen decks of this nature before among the caravans when they could come through Igen, but it perplexed her to see them in the hands of someone who claimed to be a Mindhealer. Only luck-tellers had those decks in her experience, and the confusion showed clearly on her tawny face. She didn't have the knowledge necessary to understand the hidden meanings in the card that faced her, focusing instead on the imagery of someone leaving a cart behind and the twisted trees that surrounded it. "I don't like that card," she said with an air of doubt that manifested in the purse of her lips. "He shouldn't have left the wagon, anyone could take it while he's gone. Like those firelizards. Definitely gonna steal somethin' while his back is turned."

OOC: Sorry for the delay! That is a fantastic deck, I love this!

On Sun, Aug 23, 2020 at 5:24 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
"In a way," Torrela said. She did have a normal deck of cards with her, too. "This is a special deck of cards. I grew up in a Caravan, the daughter of fortune-tellers. But when I started to follow in their footsteps, I found that the images on our decks gave people insights into their own minds. So I took up mindhealing, but I use the cards to help me with my diagnosis." She continued to shuffle, then pulled one card out.

"Some mindhealers use ink blots. I find this to be more fun for both of us--the Healer and the patient. If it makes you uncomfortable, let me know and I'll go back to conventional methods.  And when we're done, I do have a normal deck of cards and we can play a few games."

She flipped the card over to show an old man in white walking away from a lone trader and his runner-cart., but he was looking back at it.  Firelizards flew up in the background. The trees in the card were gnarled and ambiguous as to some people they could look threatening but to others they were just winter trees.

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OOC: I'm using Lisa Hunt's "Ghosts and Spirits" tarot.  Mainly because I'm going to be working on a ghost story in the Three-Day Novella contest.  

The card is the King of Pentacles/Coins. I like doing a combination using the pictures to enhance my readings, rather than just straight using the book meanings. I probably wouldn't have used this deck but when I pulled this card, to me it was a perfect jumping off point for Namieh. 

The general key words for this card are: Enterprising, Adept, Reliable, Supporting, Steady

In Lisa's Little White Book for the deck, the meaning of this card is: Someone may enter your life who can offer you comfort and stability as you experience a possible transition.



On Sun, Aug 23, 2020 at 3:47 AM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
"They might have said something about that," she gave the neutral answer with a small, uncertain frown. If they had, she didn't remember it or hadn't been paying attention - not that it mattered now. 

At the sight of playing cards, Namieh visibly perked. She missed her own deck dearly while in effective solitary. To see the Mindhealer shuffling a set casually made the girl tilt her head like a puppy surprised by an unfamiliar sound, unable to hide the physical manifestation of her curiosty. 

"Do you wanna play?" She asked with a hopeful note. 

On Sat, Aug 22, 2020, 8:50 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Well, now they were getting somewhere. Though there still seemed to be some hesitation. And what did she mean, she could go anywhere? But more importantly, were they not being taught properly?

"Had the Candidate Masters not told your class that the eggs were still too fragile to be touch?" Torrela asked. She pulled out her cards and started to riffle them. In order to get some answers, she would need some insight into her mind, and the cards would take her there quicker than all these questions. 


On Sun, Aug 23, 2020 at 12:24 AM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
Namieh swallowed hard at the question, though part of her couldn't help but to appreciate that she cut right to business. Despite a healthy dose of wariness, there didn't seem to be a reason to keep up the charade anymore. The effort was exhausting, but so were most things while she was recovering. "I.. I'd heard that you could rig a Hatching in your favor if you touched the eggs," she answered with the quiet reservation, fussing with the hem of her gown while her eyes focused there. "If I had a dragon, I.. I could go anywhere. Be anyone. Weyrwoman even."  There was clearly more to this reason, but she hesitated to elaborate.

On Sat, Aug 22, 2020 at 7:56 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Torrela was amused at the girl's distrust. Not the amused of blatant superiority, but the amused as if she were sharing a secret. It was obvious this girl wasn't going to give her full trust to anyone, but that was fine. Because Torrela could wait. She was in the Weyr, and it would take a Wing of dragons to move her back out.

"Trust me, even if you'd never seen a mindhealer in your life, you'll know how unconventional I am. But, before I even start, want to tell me just why you went running off to touch the eggs? Why you couldn't wait until the whole class was led down to them?" If she told her, great. If not, it would come out eventually.


On Sat, Aug 22, 2020 at 8:59 PM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
"I do not want to be yelled at," Nami replied flatly. She had a hunch there would be plenty of that in her future as it was and she hadn't a doubt in her mind that it would come sooner than she liked; her heart raced uneasily with anticipation. She watched the other woman with suspicious eyes, a blatantly untrusting sort of girl if ever there was one. Hearing about Mindhealers was entirely different from interacting with them, but fancy, learned folked were all the same in her view. They had always seemed to have a habit of making Namieh feel less than for her upbringing, for her heritage, for her gender. At least here at the Weyr they were more open minded, from what little she'd seen so far. 

"I've never talked to one of you before," she admitted more casually than she felt. Torrela was not immediately threatening and after her warning, Nami's interest piqued. "So I dunno if I'd even notice." With a pause in the pretense of consideration, though she'd already decided, the girl added with an affected sigh. "You can come in." 

On Sat, Aug 22, 2020 at 6:11 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
"Not unless you want me to," Torrela said. "I'm Torrela, Mindhealer. I thought that you may want to just talk without any judgement." She waved her hand to encompass the whole Weyr. "There are enough people out there judging you, talking about you, even blaming you that I think you need someone non-judgemental." And Torrela was all that. She spent her whole career learning to not judge people. Granted, there were those that she couldn't help it, but this slip of a girl? She wasn't bad, or evil. She just went about doing something the wrong way, and had to learn that actions had far-reaching consequences.

And it seemed that she had. Her lesson had been painful, brutal, and would haunt her for the rest of her life. Which, in Torrela's mind, seemed a bit too much. 

"I must warn you, I'm not like other Mindhealers. Something you may find interesting, or you may find scary."


On Sat, Aug 22, 2020 at 12:25 AM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
Namieh looked up from where she sat in bed at the unexpected visitor, surprised to meet someone who hadn't been in the rotation of Healers tending to her injuries. While she was eager for conversation, after Asheran's confrontation, she felt wary and apprehensive about a stranger. 

"I guess that depends," the girl answered. "You here to yell at me?"

On Thu, Aug 20, 2020, 2:29 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Torrela had wanted to go speak with the Candidate who endangered the eggs right away, but hadn't. Mainly because the girl had been on pain medications and if the mindhealer were going to work with her, she wanted her to at least be coherent. So she waited several days for the fog to clear, then one day peeked into the girl's--she looked at the chart, Namieh--alcove.

"Hello. Are you up for some company?" Torrela asked.


Re: Trying to be Subtle atten: Tamalack/Kalain

sailyn2
 

Kalain jumped at the snap of the fingers. "N...n...no," he stammered, blushing hard. "It's not her. But I don't think this is something I can talk to you about. I'll get over it. I promise."


Re: Isn't Arolos meant to mean surprise? {Jaseto, T'rif, any}

sailyn2
 

"Ah, yes, there is a difference between having one gold and two," T'rif said. "One gold Weyrling can be demanding enough as they take extra time and training to do their future duties and how to keep their dragons from overrunning the other dragons and making them do things. Two golds means that much more time and resources put into the two of them. They also tend to be rivals. The last two were definitely rivals, but I don't think even if they liked each other that it would have been better. The two golds will likely compete and try to one-up each other, which could potentially be very dangerous."


Re: Sooo did you just not like me? {M'gil, T'rif}

sailyn2
 

T'rif was on the other side of the door doing paperwork. It seemed lately he was either counseling a Candidate or he was doing paperwork about counseling that Candidate. A lot of Candidates were having issues after the run on the Hatching Sands and the tightening of the rules.

"Come in," he called loudly.


Re: It seemed like a good idea at the time! {Petiner, Kassia}

sailyn2
 

"I know that we're pushing you right now with Foreth being on the Sands," Kassia said. "I appreciate your hard work at a delicate time and always. Keep working with your wher as much as you can. You'll need extra training if you intend to use your wher as a guard. Did you get him from the Wherhall?"

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