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Re: Hair today, gone tomorrow. (Attn: D'vik/Fabio- Calyse)

 

Calyse burst into the room with a rehearsed lecture ready about the irresponsibility of letting a problematic firelizard go where he pleased, only to stop abruptly in her tracks a few steps into the weyr. She gawked at the unexpected scene. D'vik was handsome,  more so than she had been anticipating, hunkered low over a wiggling egg so large it could only been a wher's. She felt strain of her anger begin to dissipate. 

"O-Oh, um," she stammered, rose flushing her face a flustered hue. "He-- s-sorry, I just-- my hair, he-- shells." Calyse held up the bandaged bronze as if this might more clearly convey what she was trying to say. Blonde hair hung in a straight length down her shoulders except where it had obviously been burned away, the asymmetrical ends dramatically shorter on one side than the other and curly where heat shriveled some of the strands. 

"I-I don't think you can pay for my hair, but he’s hurt himself a little. ....Is.. is that egg *hatching*?" She asked, unable to keep the curiosity from her face though her voice remained monotone. 

On Wed, Sep 2, 2020, 6:46 PM Alyx <scottish.wolfecary@...> wrote:
D'vik right at this moment had his hands quite full. Literally, small chunks of meat were held in one of his hands as he knelt by his small fireplace. Hearing the knock, and identification, the rider's mind automatically thought of his bronze flit Fabio, and wondered what trouble the little dummy had gotten into this time. The wher egg wiggled again, he daren't move away, so he simply called out. 

"The door's unlocked, come on in. I'll pay for whatever Fabio ruined." His voice was mellow, and kept to soothing tones, but was easily loud enough to be heard on the other side of the door. Fabio reacted to the soothing tones with a happy croon and began humming just a little, sensing with his scattershell little mind that a hatching was coming.
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Have fun with any of my characters. Alyx, Lerian (candidates), Vayka (Healer), J'hen, D'vik, Teyra, Cotai (Riders), Rotasta (AWLM)


Re: Hair today, gone tomorrow. (Attn: D'vik/Fabio- Calyse)

Alyx
 

D'vik right at this moment had his hands quite full. Literally, small chunks of meat were held in one of his hands as he knelt by his small fireplace. Hearing the knock, and identification, the rider's mind automatically thought of his bronze flit Fabio, and wondered what trouble the little dummy had gotten into this time. The wher egg wiggled again, he daren't move away, so he simply called out. 

"The door's unlocked, come on in. I'll pay for whatever Fabio ruined." His voice was mellow, and kept to soothing tones, but was easily loud enough to be heard on the other side of the door. Fabio reacted to the soothing tones with a happy croon and began humming just a little, sensing with his scattershell little mind that a hatching was coming.
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Have fun with any of my characters. Alyx, Lerian (candidates), Vayka (Healer), J'hen, D'vik, Teyra, Cotai (Riders), Rotasta (AWLM)


Re: Camping Trip Greenflight!!: Into the Unknown ((Attn: Kinara/Arendelth, any chasers))

Alyx
 

Now Trometh, well he wasn't one that chased all the time. Something D'vik had always been a little relieved about. But this time, sensing the distress of his clutch mate. Trometh felt he must do what he was charged with and protect her from others, and possibly from herself. Within seconds of her launch, the large blue was in the air. He didn't waste much time in, what were to him pointless flatteries. He eyed the other chasers, and dismissed the other blues out of hand. He knew he was larger and had more stamina than they did. The brown got a good long look, but was ignored a moment later.

He simply wasn't important, only Arendelth was important. He flew as fast, and close as he dared. Saying to her simply. 

(( I am here for you sister, if you need me.)) 

He was wasted on pointless flattery, but he was there for her nonetheless. He'd make no pretty speeches, he didn't need to. He was there, that's what mattered.

D'vik barely had a moment to register that something was Happening before Trometh was gone, he reached out to the large blue, and got the simple answer of ((I chase.))

D'vik was a man who rarely cursed, but this time, the unexpected brought it out of him. "Shards." He threw his shirt, which he'd just removed down on his bed, where Bubu, his baby wher immediately curled up with it. Turning to his flits, he devoutly hoped that Elon was up to watching both Fabio and the wher, at least for a while. 

"All of you, Stay Here." Then he left his tent and joined the knot of people. Hearing Kinara's pleas and hurried explanations, his heart hurt for her, and being the protective type that he was, D'vik tried his best to angle his body close to hers but not in a way that would be intimidating. He knew from their weyrling days that she was a shy one.

"It's alright Kinara." D'vik ground out, his voice a bit more growly than was normal for him.
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Have fun with any of my characters. Alyx, Lerian (candidates), Vayka (Healer), J'hen, D'vik, Teyra, Cotai (Riders), Rotasta (AWLM)


What to Do With the Candidates JP R'tal/T'rif

sailyn2
 

T’rif made sure that Kassia’s family was all transported home, then went back to look for R’tal at the Caverns.


There were guards outside now, and no-one coming in or going out. It took a few minutes for one of them to find R’tal, and a few more minutes before he actually came.


“What now?” he said rather wearily, seeing T’rif.


T’rif wasn’t surprised at the look. The Weyrleader probably just wanted some quiet time, but there were things yet to deal with.


“I got Kassia’s...my...family back to the Weyr, but there are still the Candidates that we’ve left in the dark,” T’rif explained. “I want to know the plan for telling them and getting them back to the Weyr.”


R’tal looked at him blankly a moment. Clearly this had yet to occur to him as a concern.


“Can’t they just stay there?” he said after a moment. “They were meant to stay longer weren’t they?”


“For how long?” T’rifoshe pressed. “They need to know what happened and no one’s going to want to stay out once they’re told.”


“Faranth, I don’t know, they’re safe out there, aren’t they?” A flash of frustration for a minute. Surely this at least was a decision that could wait. “Safer than here at least.”


T’rif raised an eyebrow. “Are they? Do we know what for sure? And do you know how badly they’re going to react if we keep this from them? I’d rather have the fall out now before they get to the Hatching and Impress with the new knowledge. This way we can control the reaction and see if we need to pull anyone from Standing.” T’rif may be long away from the days he was in charge of the Candidate program, but he could still think like he was in charge.


“Fine!” R’tal sounded snappish. “Bring them back then. They’ll run around and get in the way and get themselves hurt trying to get into the Hatching Grounds, but fine!” For a moment he sounded almost like Kassia when she was at the end of her patience with Candidates. “Just keep them away from the sharding eggs.”


T’rif didn’t even blink. He was used to Kassia. R’tal wasn’t going to scare him. “I can add Kasheth as an added protection if you desire.” Get enough dragons in the way and no one was getting in.


“No!” That reaction was quick and instinctual. “No-one else on the Grounds. Thank you.” The less pairs of eyes there were looking over and reporting back the better. “Besides, genuinely, there might well be risk around the Barracks. If they couldn’t get rid of the eggs Candidates might be the logical next step.” He rubbed a hand against his forehead. “You sure they won’t be safer out there?”


“Trust me,” T’rif said. He’d seen enough of what was going on to think it’d be better to get them back under one roof. He’d be getting back to at least make sure no one died or hopefully did something that might get too out of hand. He was ignoring that he doubted that at least some of his family were staying in the Barracks for the night. Let them have their moments until reality set in. “They’ll be better able to be watched here.”


“Yeah, like we already did a fine job of watching so well in here,” R’tal’s voice held a touch of bitterness and he glanced back over his shoulder towards the entrance to the Grounds. “Do what you need to. Get the guards to go over the Barracks with a fine tooth comb first though.”


“You can’t stop everything, sir,” T’rif said sympathetically. “But I’ll get it taken care of. Let me know if you need anything or hear more about Kassia.”


“Kassia..” For a moment he’d been so caught up thinking about the dragons he’d almost forgotten. “When I get to talk to K’ren I’ll let you know.” He wasn’t asking Talith to carry messages, not today.


T’rif nodded deferentially. “Thank you, sir. I’ll go help deal with the Candidates.”





Re: Camping Trip Greenflight!!: Into the Unknown ((Attn: Kinara/Arendelth, any chasers))

 

This was all very unsettling. If the situation wasn't safe for him, how could it be safe for the sobbing woman involved? The internal struggle played out across his face even as Bl'by conveyed the urgency of the circumstances. The hand on his shoulder settled it, and he nodded at the other man with one last glance at Kinara. It rankled to leave her behind, but this was clearly some traditional rider complexity that he just wouldn't understand. 

"Well, shells," he answered full of skepticism, but granting Bl'by the benefit of the doubt, he wouldn't object further. "You're goin' to explain this to me later in a way that won't make me feel so sick to my stomach turnin' my back here, I hope." The frown he wore made clear how desperately his conscience needed this. He did, however, then step hastily away from the assembled group headed back toward the main camp with only a few furtive looks over his shoulder. Shards, this didn't sit well. 

On Tue, Sep 1, 2020 at 1:57 AM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
Difficult for Bl'by to make a fair estimation; flight lust had a way of changing how you saw things. Right now the woman in front of him (who was distressed, who at any other time he would step back from and stop to help) was being seen through the filter of a blue who was delightedly certain her green was teasing him and just staying that little bit out of reach for the play of it. Desire and dragon-want over-wrote much of what might be his usual concern; there was no need to be concerned, he knew that he and Traynth were gentle, Traynth was certain (always certain, every flight) that he would win, therefore he would be able to soothe that distress away and it would be fine.

But one thing wasn't being seen through that flight filter and that was Tolfast; resolutely human and far more vulnerable than he knew stood in a circle of flightlusty riders. Bl'by cursed quietly and made the effort to drag his mind away from his dragon's as he stepped towards him. 

"You don't want to stay here." That was firm but gentler than his first warning, even if the hand he set on Tolfast's shoulder might be a mistake right now. Touch mid-flight had a way of inflaming certain desires even when it was usually a safe area. "Not safe for you." Never mind the woman, her green might well overwrite how she felt about the situation given a few more moments. Tolfast was unlikely to benefit from a similar effect.

On Tue, Sep 1, 2020 at 10:29 AM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
Hearing the abnormally sharp tone from Bl'by, Tolfast fixed him with a frown and a furrow of his brows. He knew the other man to be so soft-spoken and diminutive, the way he snapped gave the beastcrafter pause. "Leave? But I just.. got..." His voice trailed off, protests forgotten in the wind as Kinara herself began to address him. 

Oh, did she ever look distraught. Had she not been very specific about warding them away from herself, about not letting anyone near, he would have felt compelled to put himself between them. Her explanation reached his ears and the key word finally made it through. "Oh! Oh, this is one of-- oh, shells." Color rivaling redfruit suffused his face as realization struck, his eyes wide when they next swept over the other men there. Though he lacked any real understanding of the process, he had *heard of Flights*, even if he had never truly experienced one himself. 

Stepping backwards once automatically, the urge to help a woman in distress warred with the command he'd been given to exit. "Are.. are you sure? She'll be alright?" He asked Bl'by, the only one he truly trusted among the group. "This feels all sorts of wrong."

On Mon, Aug 31, 2020, 7:36 PM Steelsilver <theglitteryone2@...> wrote:
((Not *yet*!)) Sixanth snapped at his rider, the brown holding his own, ignoring the sudden influx of late chasers as much as he did the other ones, except to snort his disdain. Why should any of them have bothered, if they couldn't be respectful enough to be on time? ((Wondrous Arendelth, beautiful Arendelth, I will be here to catch you!))

Panterath kept flapping, steadily, though the blue was working with the wind, saving his strength by gliding and catching every thermal he could. Soon enough he would act, and not before. 

P'xian took a step back, though he didn't cede his position, only gave Kinara more space.



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


Help. Please. (T'ryn/R'tal)

Laura Walker
 

((Myholth.)) Draconically, it was about as loud as the Weyr ever got. There were keens, shouts, wails for help, calls to check others were okay. Still, Talith’s voice was clear if shaken. ((Yours needs to come. Now. The guards have been told to let him through.)) R’tal was working on keeping as many as possible out; some decisions needed to be made right now but more people near the eggs didn’t feel right.


((He comes.))


Both dragon and rider had sprung into action almost immediately after the explosion, trying to calm and direct those around them from flying into full on panic.  Now T’ryn was racing towards the Caverns, his expression grim as he pushed past those gathering around to either try and help, or gawk at the horrifying scene that was unfolding.


“R’tal?  Let me through, shardit!” T’ryn swore as he shoved his way through.  “R’tal!”


“It’s fine - let him through - it’s fine!” It wasn’t fine, but R’tal could hear the panic in T’ryn’s voice and hurried forward before it could spread.


“The feck’s going on?” T’ryn growled, looking a bit wide-eyed.  With all the screeching and keening going on, it was clear he was fearing the worst.  


“Keep them out!” R’tal snapped at the guard; not the guard’s fault, not anyone’s fault but staying calm right now was hard. He grabbed T’ryn’s arm, dragging him through to the Sands where they could talk in privacy.


T’ryn allowed himself to be pulled into the Sands, glad to be out of the crowd, even if the sight of the damaged Caverns was horrific. He was, to some extent, used to horrific scenes.  He’d lived through enough of them, after all.


“Talk to me, R’tal.  I need to know what you know, if anything.”


“I need -- Faranth, I don’t know.” Close up, R’tal was looking less calm, just barely holding it together. “I need someone who knows how things work enough to keep my head together. Talith’s hurt but I can’t -- if N’shen and I lose it right now it’s going to be a panic out there and we can’t afford a sharding panic!” He was pulling T’ryn back towards Talith as he spoke, the need to be near his dragon something near-primal just now. 


T’ryn followed R’tal, allowing the Weyrleader to pull him along towards his dragon.  He gulped at the sight of the smashed eggs and quickly averted his eyes.  His heart went out to Foreth all the more, seeing up close and personal the loss she’d suffered.  Clearly Talith was hurt as well, and Truenoth also.


“Right.  So clearly, you need someone in a better state of mind to take charge, yes?” T’ryn asked, gripping R’tal’s shoulder sympathetically.  “Or at least keep you from losing it completely?”


He’d never wanted this sort of responsibility, but Faranth help him he wasn’t going to just slink away to leave R’tal and N’shen to try and push through this.  If he was needed to step up, and by the First Shell, he’d do it.


“If you need me to, I’ll step up, R’tal.  Just say the word.” 


Talith dipped his head as they approached. The scorch marks on his hide were ugly and the brown’s eyes looked wrong, unfocused even on his rider. R’tal reached up to him automatically.


“N’shen is fine, but guilty, and wants me to have the answers. You can’t think out loud with someone who wants you to have the answers, they don’t contradict you and you can’t backtrack,” R’tal said frankly. “I just need to talk it out with someone who knows what I’m talking about and can pick holes in it.”


“Fair.  I can do that for you,” T’ryn answered promptly.  He winced at the sight of Talith’s head, and tried to hold back the anger that it brought forth.   Whoever was responsible for this was going to pay, and pay hard.


“Have the healers looked at Talith yet?  Do you need me to get someone for him, first?”


Having Talith tended to first might help restore some of R’tal’s calm. 


“Master Larsin’s been.” R’tal rubbed his forehead. “It-- it looks like Talith and Truenoth were looking right into the blast. They-- it might not be permanent but for now someone’s going to have to lead Fall.” 


He said that too calmly, forcing himself to set aside mentally what that meant. Don’t think about the fact that maybe he’ll be blind forever, focus on the right now practicalities of who leads Fall because if you think about the other maybe you’ll go mad or at least not be able to be the Weyrleader the Weyr needs today.


Oh.  And just what did you say to something like that?  There really wasn’t anything T’ryn could say that wouldn’t fall flat, or come off as empty reassurance.  The most that anyone could do was hope for the best, and that the healers would be able to pull off a miracle.  This was a Weyr, they could go and find an expert healer with more ideas if there wasn’t anyone here who could come up with something more. 


“Well, there are plenty of us that can lead during Fall, R’tal.  There’s M’gal, and myself, and probably half a dozen other experienced bronze riders who can take up that responsibility as long as needed.”


“Right,” R’tal agreed automatically, though from his expression he was only half-listening at most. There was no way to have this conversation without your mind trying to cast ahead to ‘but how long for though’ and then shuddering away from the answer. “And-- shells, we’ll need to tell the other Weyrs or they’ll be here wanting to know what happened.” He pressed his hand over his eyes a moment. “Feck, this is Conclave business.”


Feck!  He was right, though.  It wouldn’t take long for word of this to get out; bad news traveled faster than anything.  


The last Conclave he’d been part of had been bad enough, he did not want to have to deal with another one.  Not on his own.  And he didn’t want to think that maybe someone from one of the northern Weyrs might be behind this attack.  Arolos had rather difficult relationships with a number of them at any given time; someone could have very well decided to up and do something about it now.


“It will be, eventually, yes.  First we need to start an investigation, to try and shake down some solid answers as to who’s behind this, and why.  Or at the very least, some solid leads.  That way we have something to present to them, so they can see that we’re still capable of functioning on our own, and handling the situation.”


R’tal had continued half-listening, nodding along, up until that last when he went stiff, almost freezing in his seat. He hadn’t thought -- he hadn’t even considered that this might lead to another Conclave where he had to justify his own job. 


“Feck!” he cursed quietly and sincerely, leaning forward in his seat. “Oh, shard them all to the Red Star, that I do not need.”


“Hasn’t happened yet,” T’ryn cautioned.  “Might not happen at all.”


Well, there’d no doubt be a Conclave, something like this happening.  But that didn’t mean it would be that kind of Conclave.


“Right now we need to focus on the here and now, and what we can and should be doing in this moment.”


R’tal was quiet for a moment, leaning back in his chair, thinking. “Put your Weyrleader head on for me for a minute because I can’t,” he said finally. “Part of me says that taking a lead on that investigation is exactly what we should be doing. The other part-- if we found someone who looked even slightly guilty right now.. I’m not sure I trust myself, T’ryn.”

“Then don’t,” T’ryn said, quietly.  “If you’re in the frame of mind where you’re going to question your decisions, then definitely step back.  Faranth knows I should have, back then, and I’d hate to see you make a similar mistake now.  Given your emotional state, and N’shen’s also, I would think it’d be safe to say that neither one of you should be taking charge of the investigation.  Your first concerns should be your dragons, first and foremost.  That’s why a Weyrleader chooses a Second, after all.  


We definitely need to start that investigation, before anyone has a chance to slip away.  Order the guards to seal off all the exits to the Weyr, for starters.  No one in or out.  Same for the dragons.  We can have one of the other golds issue the order, so that the dragons won’t disobey.  That’ll give the guards a chance to actually figure out what it was that caused the explosion in the first place.  It *might* have been a freak accident, though something in my gut tells me that’s not the case.  But if everything’s sealed, we don’t lose the chance of finding the culprits.”


He hoped.


Thank you.” It  was a relief to have someone else do the thinking for five minutes. “Talith--”


The brown made a slight grumbling noise. Foreth he would move for but right now his face ached and message delivery duty seemed like work. 


((I’m going to sleep,)) he announced once the job was done, before T’ryn could find any other suggestions of how to help.


“Right then.  I’ll have to speak to Andronda and Delysia, since Kassia is going to be out for a few days at the very, very least,” T’ryn mused.  “I’ll definitely check with the healers that are working on her as well for more definitive answers, once they have something.  I wish there was something I could do for Foreth, but…”


He shrugged his shoulders helplessly.  There wasn’t anything anyone could really do for the grieving gold.


“We’re going to have to make an announcement to the Weyr at large.  Do you want me to handle that, as well?”


“I’ll do that. If they don’t see one of us at least they’re going to assume we’re all dying in the Infirmary,” R’tal said grimly. “Just pulling myself together before I have to face questions.” He turned to look at T’ryn. “I do need to ask you one favour though. It’s a big one, but it probably won’t be needed.”


“If I can do it, I will,” T’ryn said.  “Faranth knows I owe you big for more than one thing over the turns, R’tal.  What do you need?”


“The chances of N’shen and I sleeping anywhere the dragons aren’t for a few days is-- well, it’s not happening,” R’tal said flatly. “That’s going to put us in the same place if-- we’ll have guards actively trying to prevent another attempt, but I thought we were trying to prevent this one.”


“I understand that, and?” T’ryn said, eyes narrowing slightly.


“And if the two of us die in a second massive explosion and the Weyrwoman is still unconscious… the Weyr needs someone in charge.” R’tal looked at him steadily. “I’m not expecting to die, T’ryn. But we need to know someone is there if we do, because otherwise it gets messy.”


The bronze rider sucked in a deep breath.  There it was.  He had guessed that this might be what R’tal had been angling at, but now it had been clearly stated.


“And you want it to be me,” T’ryn stated flatly.  “I won’t say no, R’tal, because it’s you asking.  But we’re damned well going to make sure that that doesn’t happen.  Whoever was behind this, they won’t get away with this again.  We won’t let them.”


“That’s what we’re working on.” R’tal sounded exhausted. “But I’d be remiss in my duty right now if I let N’shen and I sleep in the same place without a WeyrSecond appointed in case that went wrong.”


“I can see that, and I definitely understand it,” T’ryn said.  He could hear the exhaustion in R’tal’s voice, and saw it on his face as well.  “If you want me, then you have me, R’tal.  You take care of that announcement, and then you get your butt back to Talith and at least try to rest.  You need it, and so does he.”


“If anyone asks--” And he trusted T’ryn or T’ryn wouldn’t be here, but T’ryn still needed to have his story straight. “They’re superficial wounds. Very minor, but they want to be near the eggs.” Only another ex-Weyrleader would understand the lies Weyrleaders sometimes needed to tell.


The bronze rider nodded, accepting the story he’d be expected to pass on if necessary.  He got it, he really did.  Eventually it might come out, or maybe not, depending on how well the dragons healed.  But until then, no one was going to find out differently from him.


“Understood.  Now go take care of that speech so you can get some rest.  The rest of us can take care of the rest.”



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


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

 

This game was better than being stuck here in solitary, and the longer it went on, the more curious Namieh became of the results. What would this charade tell about herself, she wondered. Was there really some secret meaning behind everything? She leaned forward to analyze the next two cards, studying the pictures. These seemed nicer to her for some reason, less threatening and uncomfortable. Pointing to the card of flying figures, she commented. "Pretty colors. Are they supposed to be flyin'? That's my favorite color." She gestured at the swirling blues. 

Looking on the second card, her face adopted a wistful expression. This image she liked. She wasn't sure if it was the winged motherly figure or the kneeling girl, but some element of it resonated with her and made her miss the mother that had left her behind for an unknown reason. Her brows knit suddenly, distrustfully, as if rejecting the feeling. "I guess that one's fine, but I don't like it either." She lied. 

On Mon, Aug 31, 2020 at 4:03 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Again. Interesting. She saw the flaws in everything, not the beauty. Despair rather than hope. 

"OK, that's very good. I'm getting a good feeling about helping you. Now, the third card.

She shuffled again, but as she pulled one card, another was stuck to it. "Oops, guess it'll be two cards," she said, laughing. She lay them down. One showed several ethereal figures which seemed to be flying without a dragon. It wasn't clear whether they were  being sucked into a white hole, or flying away from it. Looking closely at the cards you could almost see different faces, but none as scary as from the last card. 

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the second card was a woman with feathered wings, standing before a girl-child kneeling on the ground. A firelizard was flying around the woman, and she was either teaching the girl, chastising her, or praising her.

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Once Torrela got the answers from Namieh, she would be ready to determine her course of action.

On Fri, Aug 28, 2020 at 3:41 PM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
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: Oh Faranth it was on my Hand! (attn: D'vik, Micaya)

Mya L. R.
 

On Sat, Jul 4, 2020 at 6:05 PM Alyx <scottish.wolfecary@...> wrote:
D'vik offered the girl a soft smile and walked in, looking at the arm in question, he turned her wrist gently this way and that. But saw no evidence of a bite. 

"Looks like you're good, no bite. Now what did you need lass? We can get it and we'll deal with the little thing hm?"

The presence of another human was helping a lot to calm her down.  Though now that she was calming, it was sinking in that she'd definitely freaked out and someone had seen it.  "I got most of it except the spool that fell."  She pointed toward the thread that was laying on the floor.  
 

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Member Name: MyaL
Discord: Neffeyn#8723


Daughter of the Sun (Shalia S/A)

Kevin M
 

Life was strange, Shalia thought as she hugged Foreth.  Here she was giving comfort to the Untouchable Sun when her lifemate was unavailable, for the second time in a matter of months. By all rights it should have been one of the daughters Kassia had birthed here, not her.  Oh, she knew that Kassia considered her a daughter; and she thought of her as her mother in return, despite the old labels of 'aunt' and 'niece' which would actually be kind of odd to drop at this point.  And she knew that being in the right place at the right time played a huge part in things.  But even so. Sarati, Kashara, Rassia… one of them should have been the one Foreth allowed to give her comfort, not the random byproduct of a greenflight.


But still… it was she, the mere nesr-daughter, whom Foreth had kept from Razelth's Hatching, and while she was still angry and upset about that, she also felt a certain amount of honor in it.  And it was she to whom the great queen allowed herself to show vulnerability, and no amount of 'right place, right time' would account for that if Foreth didn't trust her enough for it.


The moment of vulnerability ended and Shalia stepped back, openly weeping as she watched Foreth gather up the shattered remains of her children, who would never know their lifemates.  Her heart broke as the gold made her way out of the Cavern… and then her stomach roiled at the memory of what she had seen.  She quickly ran outside, hand over her mouth, and found a quiet place that she fervently hoped was far enough away to be sick.


Foreth returned from her tragic mission between and Shalia rushed back to the entrance, but the now-keening gold moved past without even noticing her presence now.  The Candidate realized that Fireth would rather be alone in her grief now than share it with anyone who wasn't her lifemate, be she ever so favored, and she watched until the large golden form disappeared into the caverns before turning away.


She needed something to wash the taste from her mouth, preferably something strong, and she really needed to not be alone.  There were still plenty of Candidates in the Barracks, despite most having gone on the trip, bit she couldn't deal with them right now.  There would be too many questions, questions she either couldn't or didn't want to answer, from people hoping the near-daughter of the Weyrwoman and the assistant to the Weyrleader would know more than they did.  She could find wine in her father's weyr, but it would be empty; and the same was true of D'vik's weyr (albeit with better wine), so Shalia found herself heading towards where she could find everything she needed right now: her beloved sister's weyr. 


Shard the restrictions; if they wanted to ban her from this Hatching, so be it, but Shalia intended to find forgetfulness in both a bottle and Sarati's arms.


And she never even got a look at the surviving eggs.


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LrdSlvrhnd on the Wizzy thingie, and also on Discord


Re: Testing Bonds (ATTN: Trifali/Andreya)

Rosiegirl
 

[[ OOC: Reposted with edit to rephrase something Andreya said.]]

Waiting, watching Trifali as her sister considered her explanation, Andreya was nervous that something she'd said, that her explanation itself, might upset Trifali more than she already was. Andreya didn't want her actions to cause a rift between her and her sister. It was bad enough that she'd *disappointed* Kassia with her refusal, a person she'd been starting to admire from watching how she handled her Weyrwoman duties close up, beyond just being Kassia's cousin. But if this decision she'd made messed things up between her and Trifali, she knew that she'd regret that even more, even if she couldn't regret the decision she'd made itself.

When Trifali finally spoke, and said she was jealous but in a tone that wasn't...angry, Andreya held herself back from any response so that her sister could say everything she wanted. As Trifali fell silent and looked down at her hands, Andreya stayed silent feel that her sister wasn't quite done even before Trifali raised a finger to stop any of Andreya's words. 

At the whispered words, Andreya's brow furrowed ever so slightly before Trifali continued. With her sister saying that T'rif said she was still worthy, Andreya immediately and firmly nodded her head in agreement, but Trifali didn't stop there and Andreya froze again. 

As Trifali finally finished, Andreya considered a moment before responding with "Please, don't be jealous. It's possible I completely overthought...well, everything, and got Foreth mad at me and Kassia *disappointed* at me for no good reason. And...if I'd been able to put aside my concerns...if I'd thought I'd feel worthy regardless of possible influencing Impression or not, I'd have joined you. But...but it's *my* failing, my...my own self-doubt that I *am* worthy that stuck in my brain. That's why I try so hard, work so hard, to be good...because I feel like I need to *because* I'm not good enough. To not have that failing...to think, already, that I am good enough to just walk right in at the offer like you did. I'm jealous of you, for that, for you not being stuck in a possible, endless 'overthinking your own failing' loop." 

If Trifali's hands had been on the table, instead of in her lap, Andreya would have reached out to put her hand over her sisters. Instead, in a firm confident tone Andreya said "We both did the right thing, what was right for us. T'rif was right, about you being worthy. And it does make sense...except, and I do appreciate you thinking this of me...but...I wasn't selfless, not really I don't think. What I did, choosing not to, was for multiple reasons. So that I wouldn't burn bridges with any of the gold-hopefuls who have just as much a chance to impress gold as I do? That's political. So that I feel worthy of impressing gold based on *who I am*, and not based on who my family is or any advantages I might get offered? Well, some might call that conceited to hope that just that little decision might change how a dragon looks at me, how just that one, single decision of mine might make me look like a worthier lifemate than I might have if I'd made a different choice or felt differently *about* that choice itself. Conceited to think that a *newbie* Harper-candidate who just decided after so long to be a candidate, would be worthy of a gold if she just worked *hard* enough or was dedicated enough. Declining so that I feel worthy *myself* in an effort to hopefully have no Impression Anxiety issues if I did Impress Gold, like Kassia mentioned is possible if you don't feel worthy? That...that was merely planning ahead for if by chance it did happen. But...I don't think it was really selfless."

With all that said, Andreya thought back to a different question she'd had and said "Green or gold? So, just in case it does happen, are you prepared if a blue finds you out on the Sands? And, I'd love to hear about the eggs, especially the one you fell in love with." That last bit was said with an almost shy, hesitant smile as Andreya hoped things were good between them. 

On Mon, Aug 24, 2020 at 10:20 AM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Fali took in every word. She thought she understood exactly what Andrey meant. Her heart beat painfully in her chest as she grappled with this new flow of information and tried not to sound like someone who felt outdone by her sibling. But wasn't that exactly how she felt?

"I'm jealous of you," she admitted quietly, no rancor in her words. "I didn't think twice before going in and seeing the eggs. I looked at everyone, including both golds, and told myself that my lifemate might be out there, be she green  or gold."

She looked down at her hands, so much a part of how she talked, resting quietly in her lap. She raced a finger to forestall any words from her sister.

"You did the right thing, Andreya," she whispered, hardly daring to voice her concerns. "T'rif says I'm just as worthy in my own right, but part of me wishes, feels, I should have been as selfless as you. Does any of this make sense?"

She took a breath, then added, "I looked at the other eggs, as I've said. but there is one I fell in love with."


On Aug 24, 2020, at 2:27 AM, Rosiegirl <rosiegirl872@...> wrote:

When Trifali said she wanted to hear, Andreya gave a small nod of her head which then froze when her sister mentioned hearing things through the rumor grapevine that made her uncertain. The idea that Trifali's opinion of her could be twisted up and uncertain just from some horrid rumors made Andreya frown slightly, but she kept listening. As Trifali asked her to go first, Andreya nodded again as she also straightened up just a bit more (although she was already sitting straight and properly poised) in her seat. 

Taking a breath, Andreya looked at her sister saying first, a bit hesitatingly "I'm...I'm sorry that whatever rumors are going around made you feel unsure. I don't know what's been said about me...I learned turns ago, from...a very bad experience, just how *cruel* rumors can be about people and stopped listening to the rumor mill because of it. I hope that hearing the truth from me helps and clears things up a bit for you." 

With that, Andreya took a breath and settled herself into explaining while at the same time hoping that her explanation didn't make things worse between her and Trifali. 

"Well, to start with I should explain that before finding out that T'rif was my dad, I've always worked hard for what I want, something I've always seen my mom do actually. I fell in love with singing, so I worked hard with the extra lessons as a kid before joining the Harper Haven, and at the Haven I kept on with that hard work. I didn't want to get where I was because I was 'cute', or because of some talent others thought I had, I wanted to prove to myself that it was *me* getting myself there and excelling...if that makes sense."

"And then, at finding out that T'rif was my dad and through him that I was related to Kassia...It's been hard because I've always prided myself on doing things myself, and now because of who I'm suddenly related to it seems like my own personal effort would get overlooked. Shells, when T'rif gave me Colzar's egg it was hard enough for him to convince me to accept the egg as a gift, I didn't want to be seen as taking advantage of suddenly having an ACM as a father. And then not more than a sevenday after that getting offered to be Kassia's runner-assistant, a position that I'm sure so many other gold-hopefuls would have pushed me down the stairs to get. I love helping Kassia, don't get me wrong, but I felt a little bad getting the offer when I'd not even been a candidate for a year, and knowing the offer was prompted by our family connection."

"When Kassia first approached me and let me know that Foreth was going to allow me, you, and Kassia's daughters to see the eggs before any of the other gold-hopefuls I was ecstatic at the opportunity. When talking with Kassia then, I had no thoughts about declining the invitation. But...I will admit that even then, with that offer, I felt a twinge of guilt at the offer itself. At the idea that purely based on the fact that I was related to Kassia that I was going to get to see the eggs before any of the other, not related, gold-hopefuls who'd been candidates so much longer than me."

"Now, maybe I should just accept that because of our family connection that we get...unique and special opportunities that aren't offered to others. That I should just count myself lucky to get these special opportunities and accept them despite feeling like I wasn't worthy of those opportunities because I hadn't actually earned them myself. That what I told myself when getting offered to assist Kassia, that I should accept that I'm lucky and accept the position, and I'm glad I did as being able to assist Kassia has been amazing and I've learned so much...But there were other things going through my head that prevented me from doing the same thing regarding the eggs."

"In those days between talking to Kassia and when she called us to see the eggs very early, I had a lot of time to think...and I probably over thought things quite a bit, but once the thoughts were there I just couldn't get rid of them. It was...bad either way. If I declined, I'd not only risk greatly offending Kassia and Forenth, but also not be able to assist her again until being able to see the eggs with everyone else. If I accepted, then there'd be not just the unfairness toward the rest of the gold-hopefuls for the opportunity given because of being related, but also their anger and burning any bridges and connections I'd made, which could be disastrous if one of those girls I'd angered happened to impress one of the golds."

"But beyond those thoughts, was the idea that seeing the eggs early can influence the Impression. Kassia mentioned it in the gold hopeful lecture, when someone asked her about saying we shouldn't Stand if we didn't want gold. She said that if you don't want to Stand that your chances of seeing the eggs are limited, and they don't even touch the eggs, because there's a link between egg seeing and touching to finding lifemates. She even mentioned it that day, as we met to see the eggs, that any contact with the egg can increase our chances of Impressing." 

"Over those few days, I realized that if I accepted and saw the eggs before the other gold-hopefuls, and if I *actually* Impressed to either of the golds like I very much hope to, that I'd always wonder if I Impressed because *I* was worthy or if it was because of having had the opportunity to see the eggs early due to family connection causing me to influence or sway the Impression in my favor. From Kassia's gold lecture and her warning of all the difficulties there can be from impressing gold, especially if you don't feel like you're worthy of gold, I realized that with that possibility out there of influencing the impression by seeing the eggs early that *I* would then feel unworthy of gold if I impressed after accepting her offer."

"So, at risk of greatly offending Kassia and Foreth, I declined...I declined so that I could be absolutely certain without a *hint* of self-doubt that should I impress gold that it's because *I* was worthy on my own and not because of family connection or any influence that had somehow 'stolen' the gold from who she might have been supposed to impress to. I declined so that if I do impress, that I feel worthy and hopefully don't struggle with that Impression or have any issues bonding with my possible lifemate. I declined...because I want to be the best lifemate possible I can be."

"I know it probably seems like I overthought things, and I very well might have, but I hope...I hope that explains everything for you and that my decision makes sense..."

As Andreya finished, she took a breath and watched Trifali's face hoping to get a sign before the other girl even spoke on how her sister was feeling about her explanation, hoping she didn't piss her sister off with her any more than she might be already.


On Fri, Aug 21, 2020 at 2:48 AM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"I want to hear," came the simple response, "but I also want youto know that from the news trickling down the grapevine, I'm a little unsure how I feel about you...well...not seeing the eggs."

This wasn't coming out right, Trifali felt. Collecting herself, she straightened in her seat.

"I'd like you to go first. Then maybe my explanation on why I'm here and feeling the way I feel will make more sense."
On Aug 19, 2020, at 10:15 PM, Rosiegirl <rosiegirl872@...> wrote:

Andreya was looking down at the table moving her study materials, she really needed to do better about not spreading out and taking up so much space, so she didn't see the nervous look cross Trifali's face, a look that was similar to the nerves knotting up Andreya's own stomach a bit. 

When Trifali sat down, Andreya stilled her hands and finally looked up at her sister, a look of worry and apprehension on her own face for the upcoming conversation. When Trifali finished, Andreya was quick to nod her head saying reassuringly "Of course I want to listen! And please, you don't need to apologize. I was concerned that I upset you, when I didn't join you in the Stands to see the eggs, but I...well, I suppose I wasn't sure if you needed time to think about things to approach me, or if I should approach you first. The downside of...well, not growing up together to know how each of us *wants* to be approached when we are upset." 

As Andreya's words caught up with her thoughts, her eyes widened and she quickly reassured Trifali with "Oh! I didn't mean that as if *I* was upset. I'm not at all! Oh Shells, I'm not saying this right at all." As she finished there Andreya looked distinctly embarrassed and more than a little tongue-tied, which was an unusual experience for the Harper-candidate...But this *was* also the first time she'd talked with her sister when she knew Trifali was upset and didn't want to mess this up. 

Taking a breath to recollect herself, Andreya finished with "Yes. Yes, I want to hear your thoughts...And, I know you'd already walked into the Stands before I explained to Kassia, but if you'd like and want to hear I don't mind explaining why I declined."

On Wed, Aug 19, 2020 at 5:40 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Trifali licked her lips, suddenly and inexplicably nervous. She had a right to feel this way, didn't she?

"I'm sorry I haven't seen you since we saw the eggs," she began as she took a seat. "I wasn't sure what... *How*... to say what I felt...feel. Faranth's egg, I'm still not sure, but I know that it's a disservice to you that I don't explain. If...if you want to listen."

On Aug 19, 2020, at 4:20 PM, Rosiegirl <rosiegirl872@...> wrote:

Andreya was, as usual, in her place in one of the study rooms, her head bent over some hides studying with Ellysetta laying across her legs and Colzar perched on the back of her chair. At the quiet question spoken in a familiar voice, Andreya's head came up to meet her sister's eyes, taking in her grave face. Straightening slowly even as she nodded, Andreya replied without sounding hesitant "Of course, Trifali." 

With that, she looked down at her table and began to shift things so that there was space for Trifali to sit down. But as she moved, her mind was racing at the possible reason why Trifali would look so grave assuming it would have something to do with when Kassia had invited them to see the eggs and she'd declined...as Trifali had not spoken to her since that day.

On Mon, Aug 17, 2020 at 6:51 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
The day after her talk with T'rif, Trifali sought out Andreya. She was not one to hide her emotions, not if she'd previously shared them. It was because of this that she knew her face looked grave when she caught up to her sister and said quietly, "Can we talk?"










Re: Testing Bonds (ATTN: Trifali/Andreya)

Rosiegirl
 

Waiting, watching Trifali as her sister considered her explanation, Andreya was nervous that something she'd said, that her explanation itself, might upset Trifali more than she already was. Andreya didn't want her actions to cause a rift between her and her sister. It was bad enough that she'd *disappointed* Kassia with her refusal, a person she'd been starting to admire from watching how she handled her Weyrwoman duties close up, beyond just being Kassia's cousin. But if this decision she'd made messed things up between her and Trifali, she knew that she'd regret that even more, even if she couldn't regret the decision she'd made itself.

When Trifali finally spoke, and said she was jealous but in a tone that wasn't...angry, Andreya held herself back from any response so that her sister could say everything she wanted. As Trifali fell silent and looked down at her hands, Andreya stayed silent feel that her sister wasn't quite done even before Trifali raised a finger to stop any of Andreya's words. 

At the whispered words, Andreya's brow furrowed ever so slightly before Trifali continued. With her sister saying that T'rif said she was still worthy, Andreya immediately and firmly nodded her head in agreement, but Trifali didn't stop there and Andreya froze again. 

As Trifali finally finished, Andreya considered a moment before responding with "Please, don't be jealous. It's possible I completely overthought...well, everything, and got Foreth mad at me and Kassia *disappointed* at me for no good reason. And...if I'd been able to put aside my concerns...if I'd thought I'd feel worthy regardless of possible influencing Impression or not, I'd have joined you. But...but it's *my* failing, my...my own self-doubt that I *am* worthy that stuck in my brain. That's why I try so hard, work so hard, to be good...because I feel like I need to *because* I'm not good enough. To not have that failing...to think, already, that I am good enough to just walk right in at the offer like you did. I'm jealous of you, for that, for you not being stuck in a possible, endless 'overthinking your own failing' loop." 

If Trifali's hands had been on the table, instead of in her lap, Andreya would have reached out to put her hand over her sisters. Instead, in a firm confident tone Andreya said "We both did the right thing, what was right for us. T'rif was right, about you being worthy. And it does make sense...except, and I do appreciate you thinking this of me...but...I wasn't selfless, not really I don't think. What I did, choosing not to, was for multiple reasons. So that I wouldn't burn bridges with any of the gold-hopefuls who have just as much a chance to impress gold as I do? That's political. So that I feel worthy of impressing gold based on *me*, and not based on who my family is or any advantages I might get offered? Well, some might call that conceited to hope that just that little decision might make me look...*more* worthy than some of the other girls, other girls that have been gold-hopefuls for more turns than I've even been a Harper. Conceited to think that a *newbie* Harper-candidate who just decided after so long to be a candidate, would be worthy of a gold if she just worked hard enough at it. Declining so that I feel worthy *myself* in an effort to hopefully have no Impression Anxiety issues if I did Impress Gold, like Kassia mentioned is possible if you don't feel worthy? That...that was merely planning ahead for if by chance it did happen. But...I don't think it was really selfless."

With all that said, Andreya thought back to a different question she'd had and said "Green or gold? So, just in case it does happen, are you prepared if a blue finds you out on the Sands? And, I'd love to hear about the eggs, especially the one you fell in love with." That last bit was said with an almost shy, hesitant smile as Andreya hoped things were good between them. 


On Mon, Aug 24, 2020 at 10:20 AM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Fali took in every word. She thought she understood exactly what Andrey meant. Her heart beat painfully in her chest as she grappled with this new flow of information and tried not to sound like someone who felt outdone by her sibling. But wasn't that exactly how she felt?

"I'm jealous of you," she admitted quietly, no rancor in her words. "I didn't think twice before going in and seeing the eggs. I looked at everyone, including both golds, and told myself that my lifemate might be out there, be she green  or gold."

She looked down at her hands, so much a part of how she talked, resting quietly in her lap. She raced a finger to forestall any words from her sister.

"You did the right thing, Andreya," she whispered, hardly daring to voice her concerns. "T'rif says I'm just as worthy in my own right, but part of me wishes, feels, I should have been as selfless as you. Does any of this make sense?"

She took a breath, then added, "I looked at the other eggs, as I've said. but there is one I fell in love with."


On Aug 24, 2020, at 2:27 AM, Rosiegirl <rosiegirl872@...> wrote:

When Trifali said she wanted to hear, Andreya gave a small nod of her head which then froze when her sister mentioned hearing things through the rumor grapevine that made her uncertain. The idea that Trifali's opinion of her could be twisted up and uncertain just from some horrid rumors made Andreya frown slightly, but she kept listening. As Trifali asked her to go first, Andreya nodded again as she also straightened up just a bit more (although she was already sitting straight and properly poised) in her seat. 

Taking a breath, Andreya looked at her sister saying first, a bit hesitatingly "I'm...I'm sorry that whatever rumors are going around made you feel unsure. I don't know what's been said about me...I learned turns ago, from...a very bad experience, just how *cruel* rumors can be about people and stopped listening to the rumor mill because of it. I hope that hearing the truth from me helps and clears things up a bit for you." 

With that, Andreya took a breath and settled herself into explaining while at the same time hoping that her explanation didn't make things worse between her and Trifali. 

"Well, to start with I should explain that before finding out that T'rif was my dad, I've always worked hard for what I want, something I've always seen my mom do actually. I fell in love with singing, so I worked hard with the extra lessons as a kid before joining the Harper Haven, and at the Haven I kept on with that hard work. I didn't want to get where I was because I was 'cute', or because of some talent others thought I had, I wanted to prove to myself that it was *me* getting myself there and excelling...if that makes sense."

"And then, at finding out that T'rif was my dad and through him that I was related to Kassia...It's been hard because I've always prided myself on doing things myself, and now because of who I'm suddenly related to it seems like my own personal effort would get overlooked. Shells, when T'rif gave me Colzar's egg it was hard enough for him to convince me to accept the egg as a gift, I didn't want to be seen as taking advantage of suddenly having an ACM as a father. And then not more than a sevenday after that getting offered to be Kassia's runner-assistant, a position that I'm sure so many other gold-hopefuls would have pushed me down the stairs to get. I love helping Kassia, don't get me wrong, but I felt a little bad getting the offer when I'd not even been a candidate for a year, and knowing the offer was prompted by our family connection."

"When Kassia first approached me and let me know that Foreth was going to allow me, you, and Kassia's daughters to see the eggs before any of the other gold-hopefuls I was ecstatic at the opportunity. When talking with Kassia then, I had no thoughts about declining the invitation. But...I will admit that even then, with that offer, I felt a twinge of guilt at the offer itself. At the idea that purely based on the fact that I was related to Kassia that I was going to get to see the eggs before any of the other, not related, gold-hopefuls who'd been candidates so much longer than me."

"Now, maybe I should just accept that because of our family connection that we get...unique and special opportunities that aren't offered to others. That I should just count myself lucky to get these special opportunities and accept them despite feeling like I wasn't worthy of those opportunities because I hadn't actually earned them myself. That what I told myself when getting offered to assist Kassia, that I should accept that I'm lucky and accept the position, and I'm glad I did as being able to assist Kassia has been amazing and I've learned so much...But there were other things going through my head that prevented me from doing the same thing regarding the eggs."

"In those days between talking to Kassia and when she called us to see the eggs very early, I had a lot of time to think...and I probably over thought things quite a bit, but once the thoughts were there I just couldn't get rid of them. It was...bad either way. If I declined, I'd not only risk greatly offending Kassia and Forenth, but also not be able to assist her again until being able to see the eggs with everyone else. If I accepted, then there'd be not just the unfairness toward the rest of the gold-hopefuls for the opportunity given because of being related, but also their anger and burning any bridges and connections I'd made, which could be disastrous if one of those girls I'd angered happened to impress one of the golds."

"But beyond those thoughts, was the idea that seeing the eggs early can influence the Impression. Kassia mentioned it in the gold hopeful lecture, when someone asked her about saying we shouldn't Stand if we didn't want gold. She said that if you don't want to Stand that your chances of seeing the eggs are limited, and they don't even touch the eggs, because there's a link between egg seeing and touching to finding lifemates. She even mentioned it that day, as we met to see the eggs, that any contact with the egg can increase our chances of Impressing." 

"Over those few days, I realized that if I accepted and saw the eggs before the other gold-hopefuls, and if I *actually* Impressed to either of the golds like I very much hope to, that I'd always wonder if I Impressed because *I* was worthy or if it was because of having had the opportunity to see the eggs early due to family connection causing me to influence or sway the Impression in my favor. From Kassia's gold lecture and her warning of all the difficulties there can be from impressing gold, especially if you don't feel like you're worthy of gold, I realized that with that possibility out there of influencing the impression by seeing the eggs early that *I* would then feel unworthy of gold if I impressed after accepting her offer."

"So, at risk of greatly offending Kassia and Foreth, I declined...I declined so that I could be absolutely certain without a *hint* of self-doubt that should I impress gold that it's because *I* was worthy on my own and not because of family connection or any influence that had somehow 'stolen' the gold from who she might have been supposed to impress to. I declined so that if I do impress, that I feel worthy and hopefully don't struggle with that Impression or have any issues bonding with my possible lifemate. I declined...because I want to be the best lifemate possible I can be."

"I know it probably seems like I overthought things, and I very well might have, but I hope...I hope that explains everything for you and that my decision makes sense..."

As Andreya finished, she took a breath and watched Trifali's face hoping to get a sign before the other girl even spoke on how her sister was feeling about her explanation, hoping she didn't piss her sister off with her any more than she might be already.


On Fri, Aug 21, 2020 at 2:48 AM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"I want to hear," came the simple response, "but I also want youto know that from the news trickling down the grapevine, I'm a little unsure how I feel about you...well...not seeing the eggs."

This wasn't coming out right, Trifali felt. Collecting herself, she straightened in her seat.

"I'd like you to go first. Then maybe my explanation on why I'm here and feeling the way I feel will make more sense."
On Aug 19, 2020, at 10:15 PM, Rosiegirl <rosiegirl872@...> wrote:

Andreya was looking down at the table moving her study materials, she really needed to do better about not spreading out and taking up so much space, so she didn't see the nervous look cross Trifali's face, a look that was similar to the nerves knotting up Andreya's own stomach a bit. 

When Trifali sat down, Andreya stilled her hands and finally looked up at her sister, a look of worry and apprehension on her own face for the upcoming conversation. When Trifali finished, Andreya was quick to nod her head saying reassuringly "Of course I want to listen! And please, you don't need to apologize. I was concerned that I upset you, when I didn't join you in the Stands to see the eggs, but I...well, I suppose I wasn't sure if you needed time to think about things to approach me, or if I should approach you first. The downside of...well, not growing up together to know how each of us *wants* to be approached when we are upset." 

As Andreya's words caught up with her thoughts, her eyes widened and she quickly reassured Trifali with "Oh! I didn't mean that as if *I* was upset. I'm not at all! Oh Shells, I'm not saying this right at all." As she finished there Andreya looked distinctly embarrassed and more than a little tongue-tied, which was an unusual experience for the Harper-candidate...But this *was* also the first time she'd talked with her sister when she knew Trifali was upset and didn't want to mess this up. 

Taking a breath to recollect herself, Andreya finished with "Yes. Yes, I want to hear your thoughts...And, I know you'd already walked into the Stands before I explained to Kassia, but if you'd like and want to hear I don't mind explaining why I declined."

On Wed, Aug 19, 2020 at 5:40 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Trifali licked her lips, suddenly and inexplicably nervous. She had a right to feel this way, didn't she?

"I'm sorry I haven't seen you since we saw the eggs," she began as she took a seat. "I wasn't sure what... *How*... to say what I felt...feel. Faranth's egg, I'm still not sure, but I know that it's a disservice to you that I don't explain. If...if you want to listen."

On Aug 19, 2020, at 4:20 PM, Rosiegirl <rosiegirl872@...> wrote:

Andreya was, as usual, in her place in one of the study rooms, her head bent over some hides studying with Ellysetta laying across her legs and Colzar perched on the back of her chair. At the quiet question spoken in a familiar voice, Andreya's head came up to meet her sister's eyes, taking in her grave face. Straightening slowly even as she nodded, Andreya replied without sounding hesitant "Of course, Trifali." 

With that, she looked down at her table and began to shift things so that there was space for Trifali to sit down. But as she moved, her mind was racing at the possible reason why Trifali would look so grave assuming it would have something to do with when Kassia had invited them to see the eggs and she'd declined...as Trifali had not spoken to her since that day.

On Mon, Aug 17, 2020 at 6:51 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
The day after her talk with T'rif, Trifali sought out Andreya. She was not one to hide her emotions, not if she'd previously shared them. It was because of this that she knew her face looked grave when she caught up to her sister and said quietly, "Can we talk?"










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

Rosiegirl
 

At Trifali's nervous laugh, Andreya gave the other girl a slightly curious look, but didn't ask why she seemed nervous. Instead, she listened and then nodded in agreement about the end of the Gather as she also had a bit of a worried look on her face. 

But then her sister was moving on to talk about the classes and Andreya gave Trifali a small smile at the compliment and opened her mouth to respond before the other girl continued talking. 

When Trifali showed what she'd been hiding in her palm, Andreya's eyes went wide and Andreya glanced from the hair comb back up to her sister's face before reaching out to carefully take the comb saying "Oh my, it's beautiful Trifali. Thank you!" Holding it in her palm a moment, turning it over carefully and looking at it, Andreya sent her bronze a small thought and with a small chirp he took off from the back of her chair and went *between* in a rush of freezing air. 

Colzar, at Andreya's direction, had gone *between* back to his person's cot to retrieve something. There, sitting wrapped in soft fabric and in a bag that was tied with loops that he could oh-so-very carefully grab to pick it up. It took about a minute, and then the bronze was lifting off from the nightstand with the loops from the bag clutched tightly and going *between* back to his person.

Right after the bronze disappeared, Andreya responded to the previous comments saying "Yes, it was scary. I'm glad Kassia didnt get hurt, and that the person who *did* get hurt didn't get hurt very badly. I checked on my mom as soon as I got back to the Weyr, as we were together when it happened, and she got home just fine too." Then, trying to smile through the worry over how the Gather had ended, Andreya continued with "It's great that you're doing so well. If you do have a problem though, I don't mind if you come and ask to see if I can help."

It was just about this time that she felt Colzar's triumph at successfully handling the bag and it's loops and Andreya laid the hair comb down on the table in front of her as she flashed Trifali a sly grin and said "And, it seems we had the same idea..." Here Colzar popped out of *between*, looped bag hanging from his claws which Andreya carefully took from the bronze before he landed back on the back of her chair looking so very pleased with himself and she finished her statement with "...and I got you a gift too."

And with that, Andreya held out the small cloth back, tied securely shut with loops. What Trifali would see when she opened the bag was a bundle of soft fabric wrapped around a delicate glass figurine. The figurine wasn't entirely class though, it was actually a glass dragon that was nearly clear with hints of a golden color throughout that was perched on a rock that looked like it had been split open so that the pretty purple inside of the stone was visible. 


On Mon, Aug 24, 2020 at 10:09 AM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"So many questions," Fali laughed a little nervously. "I had a wonderful time, though it was scary towards the end," she finished, expression going grave.

"It would appear that I am, while not quite as dedicated as you to my studies, I'm doing well nonetheless. The more I hang around, perhaps the more you'll rub off on me."

"It's a funny thing," she continued, finally withdrawing her hand and opening it to reveal the hair comb, "I seem to have picked up something at the Gather that would look wonderful on you."

On Aug 24, 2020, at 2:27 AM, Rosiegirl <rosiegirl872@...> wrote:

Andreya nodded firmly in agreement to her sister's words, observing the smile Trifali gave her flits, and replied with "Oh, very much so. Everything we are doing to prepare for our lifemate will be so helpful once we Impress. How are your studies going? Are you having trouble with anything?" And then with a smile Andreya asked "And I hope you had an amazing time at the Gather."



On Fri, Aug 21, 2020 at 2:44 AM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Recalling her first night in the Weyr and her subsequent encounter with the green, Trifali smiled as she studied the pair of firelizards for a moment.

"I know what you mean," she said, referring to Andreya's comment about studying.

"If I'm not studying, I'm involved in activities. But it'll all be worth it, you know?"

On Aug 19, 2020, at 10:16 PM, Rosiegirl <rosiegirl872@...> wrote:

Turning to look at Trifali as the other girl sat next to her, Andreya gave her sister a slightly embarrassed look as she replied with "Yes, I studied a bit of politics as a Harper, but this is a bit more in depth than what I've previously studied. It feels like all I've been doing lately is either assisting Kassia, which I love doing, candidate and harper lessons, or studying trying to catch up with the other candidate's knowledge. Well, aside from the Gather, and taking care of these two darlings. Ellysetta is so particular when it comes how she must be oiled *just so* that she takes almost twice as long to oil as Colzar...and she wants a bath and oiling every day even though she's not got a speck of dust on her." 

Even though the words themselves could have been taken as complaining, the tone full of affection said these were not complaints at all and were instead amusing statements to the Harper-candidate. 

On Wed, Aug 19, 2020 at 4:06 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"You look like you're studying hard," she observed as she sat beside the other girl. Reaching out, she flicked a page in the book and grinned irrepressibly. "Weyr politics, huh? I haven't figured out if they're fun or terror-inducing."

On Aug 19, 2020, at 3:59 PM, Rosiegirl <rosiegirl872@...> wrote:

At the question, Andreya pulled her head up from her study materials and blinked a bit as her mind had to drag itself out of Weyr politics studies and back to her surroundings. After a couple blinks, Andreya smiled at her sister and said "Of course!" With that, Andreya actually moved to shift some of the study materials a bit so they were not so spread out giving Trifali a place to sit either across from her or next to her (Trifali's choice). 

Andreya had actually not noticed that Trifali was hiding a hand behind her back, being now focused on making room for Trifali at the table she was at. 

On Mon, Aug 17, 2020 at 3:31 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"Can I join you?"

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


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

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

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

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

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Re: Trying to be Subtle atten: Tamalack/Kalain

sailyn2
 

"There's been a lot going on," Kalain agreed. Sleek broke away from Chato to try to climb in Kalain's lap again. He reached down to pet her, a couple of those fronds curling around his fingers. "I'm sure you'll find someone soon enough." There might have been a sad note in there that he couldn't quite cover.


Re: Trying to be Subtle atten: Tamalack/Kalain

Laurie
 

Tamalak wrinkled his forehead in thought. "I...not really. We've been so busy here: learning about whers, caring for whers,  and then we accidentally Impress these two goofuses." Chato lifted his head to gaze at Tam and waved a couple fronds at him. "I didn't want to talk to anyone besides you after I started hearing them all." And maybe that was it. Tam was attracted to girls--there were a couple around here that he thought were nice, or pretty. But he preferred spending time with Kalain. Now we wondered if there was something wrong with him since he didn't fancy anyone.



On Tue, Sep 1, 2020 at 10:32 AM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:
"I don't know, but I think it'd be bad to find out," Kalain said. "But I think as they're the same er...breed...it's more likely that he'd listen to Sleek just because of that." He chewed his lip as he stopped and debated. Then he asked, "Have you found anyone you're interested in here? Some girl or something?"


Insert Generic Reassuring Speech Here. ATTN ALL

Laura Walker
 

 He didn't want to be here. Every muscle in R'tal's body was crying out to forget the sharding Weyr and get back to his dragon and stay there. Every minute he wasn't next to Talith was a minute when something else could happen and he wouldn't be there. 


But some things you did because you were Weyrleader and it was your job. And right now his job was being alive - visibly and demonstrably alive in front of an audience so that there could be no rumours today that the Weyrleaders were in the Infirmary with the Weyrwoman. He could do this and N'shen would do something else visible and Weyrleady while he stayed on the Sands with Talith and the rumours would say everything was fine.  Nykantiath called the riders, the Headwoman sent messages around everyone else and hopefully no-one blew up the Dining Hall before he was done talking.


Only the Weyrlings were excluded. The WeyrlingMasters could come up with their own way of breaking bad news to children, thankfully that was one job R’tal did not have.


He waited for people to arrive and for the noise to die down.


"As most of you know there has been an explosion," he said, once there was quiet to speak into. "We don't yet know what has caused it - it may simply be a horrible accident - but for now we are asking that everyone stays within the boundaries of the Weyr while we investigate. To this end gold Nykantiath will be asking dragons to stay within the Weyr for now, and guards will be stopping anyone who tries to leave on foot. If you have a truly urgent reason to leave the Weyr, please speak to Goldrider Andronda. Trying to sneak out will be taken very seriously at this point."


He cleared his throat. "Unfortunately, I have to report that in the.. incident, some injuries were incurred. While the gold eggs are safe, we have lost several of the other eggs and Weyrwoman Kassia has incurred minor injuries after some rocks fell. She will be staying in the Infirmary for few nights as a precautionary measure." Another throat-clearing. "Talith and Truenoth have also incurred minor injuries."  It wasn't a lie. It was a half-truth and he forced it out because the alternative was panic. "Everyone should recover in due course but for now, understandably, the dragons are feeling very protective of their eggs and I would ask that everyone- including firelizards - stay away."


"For now, while Talith and Truenoth recover and because they would prefer to be closer to the eggs I will be asking Bronzerider M'gal to lead Fall. I have also tonight asked Bronzerider T'ryn to take on WeyrSecond duties whilst we investigate and he has accepted this role. Goldriders Andronda and Delysia will be handling Weyrwoman Kassia's duties while she recovers."


"The Candidates remain safe on their trip, and again I must request that they not be disturbed with firelizards. Right now it's preferable that they enjoy their holiday and the CandidateMasters will handle breaking the news."


"Guards may need to question some of you on what you saw before the incident. Please be cooperative and tell them anything you remember"


He considered asking for questions but he'd already been away from Talith too long. They only ever asked stupid things anyway.


"Please come to the goldriders, or to bronzeriders M'gal or T'ryn with any concerns. I hope this reassures you all and we will shortly be welcoming the Candidates for a successful Hatching."




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Re: Oooooh Baby Baby (Nadia, Healer on duty in the infirmary)

Yvonne
 

Nadia tilted her head thinking. "I think about 42 sevendays ago. I chalked it up to stress." She said blushing lightly.



Re: Second Verse, More Pain Than The First (Arialae, any healers)

Kate Polsom
 

The apprentice quickly grabbed one of the chairs they had and rolled it over, “Please, sit. We will get you into the room.” She saw another apprentice, “Go get Journeyman Rendan. Telll him a woman in labour, water broke.”

The other apprentice ran off, straight for Rendan


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On Tuesday, September 1, 2020, 12:07 PM, Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:

"I... I think so, yes," Arialae grunted with one hand on her abdomen. "This is my second and-ngh, the first wasn't this bad." Tears formed in Arialae's eyes at the pain.
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Re: Second Verse, More Pain Than The First (Arialae, any healers)

Ren
 

"I... I think so, yes," Arialae grunted with one hand on her abdomen. "This is my second and-ngh, the first wasn't this bad." Tears formed in Arialae's eyes at the pain.
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Eggs Divided JP Foreth/Talith/Truenoth

sailyn2
 

It was later. The initial damage had been repaired, as much as it could be. Kassia had been taken to the Infirmary. The remaining eggs were...taken care of. The dragons weren’t letting anyone close enough to say much more than that.


The dragons. R’tal had worked on autopilot somehow, giving orders, letting the dragonhealers have access, listening to his mouth which apparently knew exactly what to do while what felt like most of his mind clung desperately to that connection with Talith.


And then everything was taken care of, and most people other than the guards and N’shen had filtered out and there was no-one left to put on a Weyrleader face for. The silence stretched for a minute or so before R’tal actually realised that and, much like the Weyrling he hadn’t been in a good few decades, swung his legs over the barrier rather than bothering to go around to get to his dragon.


N'shen did not notice at first that R'tal was moving. But a moment or two later, his own mind caught up with the fact that the world was still moving now that he and R'tal were alone. He followed R'tal's lead and walked across toward Truenoth. He tried to pretend he was not terrified that the damage to his eyes was permanent. To pretend he was not terrified that Kassia's baby – potentially his baby – had not survived. To pretend he was not sharing in Truenoth's distress over eight of his children dead and gone in this… whatever it was. This failure on his part to protect his Weyr.


No-one was watching. Except the guards who didn’t count, and N’shen who was probably too occupied with his own dragon to care. It was safe to sit on the Sands with a bump, safe to press his face into Talith’s brown hide, safe just to be quiet and scared and sad for a few minutes, mind reaching for his bond with his lifemate but not talking even through that. Something very bad had happened. They didn’t have to talk about it for them both to acknowledge it.


N'shen sat with Truenoth just so, silent, for a good long while. Eventually, though, he had to take next steps. He had to figure out what he was going to do.


"What do we do now?" he asked.


R’tal lifted his face from Talith’s side, pink and creased where it had been leaning against the dragon. “In terms of what?”


"How do we stop this happening again? How do we catch the ones who did it and stake their stinking carcasses out for Thread?" N'shen asked as though these were the obvious next steps.


R’tal took a breath, and scrubbed a hand over his face and tried to think. “Well. We probably have to face the fact the world and his wife will descend on us shortly,” he said after a moment. “That’s.. Not going to help.”


"Then… I'll handle the world and his wife, and you find the festering lowlifes, yes? See. This whole double weyrleader thing is already paying off." N'shen wanted to sound like he was making a joke, but he only sounded a touch mad.


R’tal took another deep breath. It didn’t help. “Feels like if I found them right now I wouldn’t be waiting for the trial to stake them out,” he admitted. “Feck. I shouldn’t be making decisions on this. Nor should you. Too-- too sharding personal.


"Who makes these decisions if not us?" asked N'shen. It seemed whether it was personal or not, it was their… it was his responsibility to find a way to make up for his failure to prevent it in the first place. Everything he did to protect the weyr, even after the attack at the Gather, had been useless. And he had been so confident that it could not happen there.


“I don’t know.” R’tal had had a full afternoon of sounding confident and in control. The mask was dropping now. “I’d say Kass but-- that’s not better. Ask the Harpers.”


"Nobody can make us step aside on this," said N'shen. "Do you really think it's for the best if we do? We don't have to… oversee the investigation or be judges in the trial or what have you, but I can't fathom not even having a say in how we…" He sighed.


"I botched this, R'tal. This is all my fault. I need to make this right. Somehow."


“We both botched this,” R’tal said heavily. “I stood right in front of Kass and told her that she was fussing, that the Gather was the exception because of the crowds and that bringing in too many new guards would be more dangerous. I swore to her that watching people coming in was the safest way.” He reached up, running a hand over Talith’s hide. “Fecking idiot.”


"How…" N'shen sighed. It did no good to ask how it could have happened. It had happened right under their noses, right under their guards' noses. Right under Foreth's nose, for that matter. If they had all missed it, what else could N'shen have done?


He reached out to poke at Truenoth, but the bronze had nothing to say, wanted to say nothing. He wanted to be left in silence. To wallow, N'shen supposed. He understood the sentiment.


"They have the advantage, whoever they are. They know who we are and where to find us, and we know nothing of them. And we could round up all of them who worked in here, but I have a sneaking suspicion that the ones responsible are already long gone… Still, if anyone knows anything, it's likely the ones still left."


“The guards will be on it. GuardCaptain knows his job - better than we do apparently.” R’tal sighed. “What are your plans for tonight?”


"Tonight?" N'shen had not even considered that he ought to have plans. He wanted to spend the night with Truenoth. With Kassia in the Infirmary. He felt a stab of guilt at not putting his own pregnant weyrmate before Kassia on the list, but he warred with himself even then, as nobody had tried to kill Cotai, and their baby was fine. Kassia's… Faranth, he needed to know the baby was going to be OK.


Truenoth sighed sadly. His babies were not going to be OK.


"I don't know. Truenoth can't get back to our weyr like this… Wyelloth could give me a ride up, but I don't want to be away from him… There are too many places I want to be at once."


“Well. Kassia isn’t here, so there’s the weyr through there.” R’tal jerked his thumb towards it. “Doesn’t look so much of a mess as to be unredeemable. I’m not leaving Talith but I’m happy to share if you are.”


"Hm…" N'shen eyed the temporary weyr. "It… Is it a good idea for us to sleep where they could take us both out at once?" he asked.


R’tal shrugged. “Talith says he’s not leaving the eggs. Don’t know how Truenoth feels but.. If they came back and took out the two of them it’s not like we’d be working anyway, is it?” It was a bluntly phrased question. No-one dragonless would be sane enough to stay as Weyrleader. He considered, thinking a moment. “Though.. With your permission I might call T’ryn for a chat. I’d say we need a named WeyrSecond right now and M’gal is likely to want to be with Kass.”


N'shen sighed. He wished there were some other answer, but R'tal was right.


"You're right. That's a good idea." He had no better idea for who it should be than R'tal did. He was jealous for a moment of M'gal. They were likely assuming the child was his, he supposed.


“Right.” R’tal was quiet a moment. “I..really really want K’ren right now,” he admitted frankly. “And I’m betting your girl really wants to see you.” Which meant either going elsewhere or mutual agreement to pretend not to see or hear each other for a short period.


"I'm worried for her, too, and my son…" N'shen sighed again. "I should have done more to find more guards. But then… if we'd done that, that's how they would have come in, instead."


“I honestly believed they wouldn’t go after anyone but Kass,” R’tal was cursing himself for that assumption now, but now was too late. “Or that they’d pick something utterly random, like the Creche.”


N'shen frowned at the notion of R'tal expecting the creche was in danger. That was where his son was much of the day.


"They knew we'd assume that," said N'shen. "Counted on us assuming that. They… what if they knew it wasn't Kassia to begin with? What if they wanted us to think it so that they could do this instead?" He was not sure just how that would work… but it seemed as likely as they had managed to do what they had starting from the Gather.


“I don’t know.” R’tal was tired, and Talith was hurt and he wanted his weyrmate. “I don’t know, N’shen. I can’t think tonight.”


N'shen nodded.


"OK." He could not stop thinking about it. But he could let R'tal get some rest without having to listen to him.


Truenoth nudged him again then. No words, but he took the meaning. Let me get some rest without having to listen to you, too.


[[OK, my heart. Very well.]]


"Then let's sleep." 


“I want-- I need to talk to K’ren first. And T’ryn.” The one because his heart hurt, the other in case they died in the night. “And you--you should see your weyrmate. She’ll be worried.”


N'shen glanced at Truenoth again.


"Then it's OK for her to come here?" he asked. He did not want to… could not leave Truenoth. He wanted to see Gebrand, too, if he saw Cotai, but he was not sure he could bear for the boy to see Truenoth in this state.


“I’ll pretend you’re not there if you’ll pretend K’ren and I aren’t?” It was a big enough Hatching Grounds but still, sometimes the best way to have privacy was to learn to be deaf and bl-- No. Don’t even think that word.


N'shen nodded. "Deal."












Foreth surveyed her eggs sadly which uncharacteristic sadness. She hadn’t been able to save them and had added to the loss. Now she just had to protect the remaining eggs, but clearly she couldn’t be trusted to do it on her own.

((Talith, Truenoth? Will you help me keep my eggs safe? Between the three of us we can do it. I’m taking the gold eggs to the upper Caverns. You two watch the eggs here.))


‘Watch’ felt like a painfully ironic word right now as Talith raised a head that turned towards her only by following the sound of her moving. Still, he heaved himself up, willing if clumsy in his own personal darkness. ((We can--)) He hesitated, because that word felt like a lie. ((We’ll find a way to guard them.)) 


Truenoth was similarly hesitant for the same reasons. But he was not going to pass up and opportunity to somehow make up for his first failure. He would find a way to protect the eggs because he had to. He had to.


((We will,)) he promised.


Foreth warbled sadly as she pulled herself to her feet. The sorrow and feeling of failure was heavy within her as she gathered up the Gilded Cage Egg first. There was a clutch of eggs left, but the fear that there would  be another attack was real. As harsh of a reality as it was, the gold eggs were the only source of another generation. If any had to survive, they did. And they’d be safer off the ground and farther from where attack would be so easy.


Moving both eggs at once was too dangerous. Foreth quickly moved the first of the golds to the Upper Caverns where it’d be farther from danger, then returned for the second. Once she had both with  her in their new home, she started making the appropriate nest and left the rest to be guarded by the sires with what capacity they could muster.


Talith swung his head back and forth low over the eggs, trying to convince himself that if he was close enough he could make out shapes through the darkness. It was only when he got close enough to nudge one - still unseen - with his nose that he gave up on the idea. He heaved a sigh. ((Ideas?)) he asked Truenoth privately. ((If we can’t see danger--))


((We…)) Truenoth sighed as he did the same, moving as slowly and carefully as he could.. He was keenly wary of crushing any more of the eggs. ((We must put ourselves between the eggs and anyone who approaches. One of us on either side…? With the eggs in the center?)) he suggested.


Talith was silent for a long long moment, not wanting to admit helplessness. But-- ((Truenoth,)) he said quietly. ((If they got past me, I wouldn’t know if they were destroying them in front of me.)) Horrifying thought, the idea that they could be so close and unable to protect them still. He thought about it, trying to find a better plan. ((When Foreth guarded them at first, she lay on top of them.))


((If she can do that without crushing them, then so can we,)) said Truenoth. He did not want to give voice to the admission that he, too, would have been just as oblivious if someone made it past him without him hearing or smelling them. If they were touching the eggs, completely covering them, well. That would be one more sense on top of sound and smell they could use to guard the eggs.


((We can each take half.)) They might not have been big enough to cover them all, but there were two of them. Truenoth was more appreciative than ever that he had help.



Talith started to shift them, slow and steady, feeling his way around the Sands. ((We can do this,)) he reassured - trying to reassure both himself and the bronze at once.


((We will move slowly, steadily. I will stay still until you are ready for me to move,)) said Truenoth. There was no room for mistakes.


Silence for a few moments and then an exhaled breath. ((I have one safe here,)) Talith reported. ((I will make it comfortable while you take one.))


((Good.)) Given the go ahead, Truenoth took the same painstakingly slow effort to move one more of the eggs toward himself and to make a nest for it where he could safely cover it with his body and wings.


((Your turn,)) he said once he had finished. One at a time, one after the other. Eventually, they had the eggs… the remaining eggs divided between them.


It was exhausting work and they were both injured besides. By the ending Talith at least was grateful that Truenoth was unable to see how much he was drooping over the eggs as he settled himself on his portion like the world’s largest mother hen. ((Safe,)) he reported gratefully.


((Good. Well done, Talith. We will see to this… that is, we will handle this together.)) Truenoth resisted the urge to sigh at the slip of the word. But once again, he was glad he was not in this alone.


Foreth had been keeping an eye on things, poking her head down to watch occasionally and listening. When they seemed finished she took a good look over the Sands. She ignored the spots where egg shells told where a destroyed egg had been and fought the urge to start keening again.


((You two are doing a good job,)) Foreth crooned, glad for their help. ((But you missed a few.))


When you were exhausted someone telling you, however kindly, that you had to get back up was not welcome news. ((..A few?)) Again, Talith tried to stare at the Sands, sweeping his head around as though he might find something other than blackness.


((N'shen, would you…?)) Truenoth, too, was spent and too tired by far to cast about in the dark slowly and carefully enough. He conveyed his feelings as best he could to N'shen, who stepped out onto the Sands long enough for Truenoth to use his eyes to find the last eggs they missed. Just a few paces from where the others had been.


((I think I know where they are,)) he said to N'shen and to Talith. ((I will move them closer, take mine, and then you may take another.))


((Thank you.)) The gratitude in that was sincere. From rivals to this; depending on each other utterly to defend the eggs.


Truenoth moved a bit more slowly even than he had before. He was tired and had to force himself to move at all, for the sake of his – of their children. So he moved. After a little longer, the remaining eggs were within Talith's reach, and Truenoth had taken his.


((You may go,)) he said as he rested a moment.


Slowly, slowly and carefully Talith moved those left. By now R’tal too had come to watch, almost holding his breath as the last few were moved into place.


Almost done and finally a slip as the brown failed to see the rock half-buried in the sand. As he tried to shift the Green Caged Egg into place it was pushed up the slight slope the rock provided and then abruptly dropped from the other side before anyone could shout a warning. Talith gave a slight yelp of alarm, feeling it slip.


Foreth had been going back and forth between her gold eggs and watching, but she’d definitely heard the drop. She gave a yelp of distress and poked her head down, stretching her neck as far as it would go to get a better look.


Across the top was a long, very thin crack but otherwise the egg looked intact. 


((I...I think it’s okay,)) she said. There’d be no way of really knowing until Hatching.


((It will be OK,)) Truenoth echoed. He felt as though his chest would burst when he heard the sound and did not even realize until Talith spoke that he was not breathing. But he could not let Talith wallow in guilt over what might be. The egg was not broken. Talith would have felt that.


N'shen glanced over at R'tal to see his expression. He wanted to get closer to look at the egg, but… it was really out of the question.


R’tal’s face was set. It felt as though if he could stop his face showing his emotion maybe he could also keep it from Talith. “Just a little crack, love,” he reassured, trying to minimise it in his own mind’s eye. “And-- it’s at the top. It’ll be fine.” Maybe being up there would stop the leaking of fluid that had happened after the earthquake. Maybe.


((I thought I had it steady!)) Talith was horrified and guilty, not quite daring to touch it now even to shuffle it safely amongst the others he protected.


((You did your best,)) Foreth said, uncharacteristically gentle. But she had no room to talk with eggs who would never make it to Hatching due to her own earlier panic. She crooned soothingly to him, trying to ease the shared pain.



((You may tell them I did it,)) said Truenoth. ((If anyone tries to hold it against you.)) How far he had come from jealousy to this deepest camaraderie. He doubted he would ever again feel as close to another dragon as he did Talith, save perhaps his weyrmate, Wyelloth. One did not experience this kind of trauma together without forging bonds.


((No. You did not.)) Talith whuffed air softly over the top of the injured egg. ((It must stay there,)) he said after a moment. ((If I move it now it may break completely.))


((Is it close enough to check? That it is still there?)) Truenoth asked. He already began to fret that they might have to leave one of the eggs exposed.


((I can touch it if I lean,)) Talith said after a moment’s experimentation. ((And.. if Foreth heaps sand around it, it maybe that none but us know that it’s there.)) Foreth at least could see to do so safely.


((Don’t move, I’ll help,)) said the big Queen


Foreth made the careful transition down to the lower Caverns which as even more crowded than before with the two big males and places unusable from the attack. There was just enough room for her to move carefully around to the egg. Very gently she mounded sand around it. With the tiny tear and the inability of the egg to be incubated under body heat as well as the sand, whether the egg would ever Hatch was up in the air, but when Foreth returned to the Upper Caverns she did so knowing they’d done they best for the egg as they could in the conditions.


((Now we just wait,)) she said tiredly after she settled back with her golden eggs.


((We wait,)) Truenoth repeated, internalizing it. It would be a long wait. And they would be waiting for so many things. Truenoth wished he could sleep until the waiting was over, but he had watching to do. Guarding to do.









Re: Second Verse, More Pain Than The First (Arialae, any healers)

Kate Polsom
 

An apprentice was at the desk,  "I will get Journeyman Rendan. Just a second. Come to the exam room over here and I will be very quick." She gestured to the room, "Do you need help getting there?"


On Tue., 1 Sep. 2020 at 9:39 a.m., Ren
<wingedadrian@...> wrote:
Nine months prior, D'cul's bronze Seteieth had flown Arialae's green Hugrith and Arialae had become pregnant by it. Remembering her time with Akron, she'd decided to keep in once she found out she was still carrying and had reported to her Wingleader her condition. Nine careful months to the day saw Arialae in the infirmary in... rather excruciating labor. She'd remembered it hurting with Akron and hadn't been surprised that this one hurt too, but the scale of the pain was immensely different. Add to that the blood present when her water broke, and Arialae knew that this one wasn't going to be normal. 

"Hugrith, I need to go to the infirmary," she managed to grit out through clenched teeth. Her green had been quite alarmed, of course, having forgotten the pain that had come with the first, and immediately thought her rider was dying. No matter how many times Arialae assured her that she was not, in fact, dying, Hugrith wouldn't hear it. It was bad enough for the green that, once they landed in front of the infirmary, she shoved her face with yellow-whirling eyes in front of the first person in healer colors she saw and beseeched them,

{{My rider is dying, oh do help! Help! Help!}}

"HUGRITH, I'm not dying, stop that!" Arialae chided as she slowly made her way down her green's side. To the healer, she gave what amounted to an apologetic grimace. "I am, however, in very painful labor. Water already broke and there was blood."
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