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Re: Crispy, but not Chicken (attn: Hathayn, any healer)

Kate Polsom
 

“Well then, good thing I was here,” Lorithi said with a gentle smile,”Come with me and we’ll take a look at them. Did you happen to bring any of your healer records with you? If not, let me know who your healer was an I will send a message via firelizard to retrieve them.”

She led the way towards an exam room.


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On Friday, September 4, 2020, 1:55 PM, Mya L. R. <mleesan@...> wrote:

There was a moment of hesitation as Hathayn looked around to see whether he really was the first in line to be checked.  "I suppose so...it probably isn't urgent."  His voice was rather heavy with a dreary sounding note in it.  "It is just that the healers back at Igen were still wanting someone to still keep an eye on how my burns were healing.  Dad thought it might be a good idea that the healers here were made aware of that as soon as possible."

On Mon, Aug 31, 2020 at 12:10 AM Kate Polsom via groups.io <kia1983_2003=yahoo.ca@groups.io> wrote:
Master Lorithi happened to be walking towards the entrance when she noticed the young man looking around, “Hello, do you need assistance today?”


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On Sunday, August 30, 2020, 9:35 PM, Mya L. R. <mleesan@...> wrote:

OOC: This thread is set mid-ish month 7
IC:
The longer someone was a Healer, the more chance they would've had to see many different injuries come into the Infirmary.  Be it cuts, burns, Threadscoring, it would be hard to find something they'd not at least seen before.  The newer apprentices, however, might've not yet seen someone that had made an attempt for the extra crispy look.  Those who'd not seen it before though were about to be adding that to their experiences.

The burn scars along the teenaged lad right arm weren't fresh, but they certainly weren't faded any, making it clear those scars were still kind of recent.  His father and him had just arrived from Igen Weyr earlier that day too, so he doubted anyone there would recognize him.  Hathayn, though, entered into the Infirmary along since his father'd went to report in to the Weyrleadership.  Not that his father left him unsupervised...there was a brown dragon waiting a short distance outside the Infirmary.  But, Hathayn took several steps inside before pausing, looking around in silence at the people who were there.


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Re: Crispy, but not Chicken (attn: Hathayn, any healer)

Mya L. R.
 

There was a moment of hesitation as Hathayn looked around to see whether he really was the first in line to be checked.  "I suppose so...it probably isn't urgent."  His voice was rather heavy with a dreary sounding note in it.  "It is just that the healers back at Igen were still wanting someone to still keep an eye on how my burns were healing.  Dad thought it might be a good idea that the healers here were made aware of that as soon as possible."


On Mon, Aug 31, 2020 at 12:10 AM Kate Polsom via groups.io <kia1983_2003=yahoo.ca@groups.io> wrote:
Master Lorithi happened to be walking towards the entrance when she noticed the young man looking around, “Hello, do you need assistance today?”


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On Sunday, August 30, 2020, 9:35 PM, Mya L. R. <mleesan@...> wrote:

OOC: This thread is set mid-ish month 7
IC:
The longer someone was a Healer, the more chance they would've had to see many different injuries come into the Infirmary.  Be it cuts, burns, Threadscoring, it would be hard to find something they'd not at least seen before.  The newer apprentices, however, might've not yet seen someone that had made an attempt for the extra crispy look.  Those who'd not seen it before though were about to be adding that to their experiences.

The burn scars along the teenaged lad right arm weren't fresh, but they certainly weren't faded any, making it clear those scars were still kind of recent.  His father and him had just arrived from Igen Weyr earlier that day too, so he doubted anyone there would recognize him.  Hathayn, though, entered into the Infirmary along since his father'd went to report in to the Weyrleadership.  Not that his father left him unsupervised...there was a brown dragon waiting a short distance outside the Infirmary.  But, Hathayn took several steps inside before pausing, looking around in silence at the people who were there.


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

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"Gets boring when it's always the same ones." Dytha wasn't being rude, she was in fact being nonchalantly blunt about it. After three turns you got used to the constant barrage but it was still irritating on occasion. "I get why there's such interest in Ponth and the others from her class - especially for people coming from out of the Weyr. Plus there have been some who have taken... issue with the fact we don't fly Fall. Not by choice. Ponth is too small to sustain it as she was at the smaller end of her class but unfortunately I'm not fit enough most of the time." She might as well cover that one before he asked why she still wore Healer knots if she was a Rider now. Albeit Healer knots with a green thread.

(( Of course it is an honour. I'm positively marvellous and I know all the best places to sun! )) Ponth was unabashed in her pride. No, it wasn't as egotistical as a gold, there was a playfulness there. But she was also entirely comfortable in her own skin and had no lack of self-confidence when it came to her unusually small size.

On Wed, Aug 19, 2020 at 10:04 PM Steelsilver <theglitteryone2@...> wrote:

"I figured." D'jarin offered. "Got the impression you were tired of questions." 

Vizslath hummed, and the bronze rider gave his dragon an absent pat to his muzzle. "What's your name?" 

((Mine is D'jarin.)) Vizslath offered to both the green and her rider. ((It is an honor to meet you.)) 



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

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That was unexpected and Nayari gestured for T'rif to take a seat. "I see." she said with a frown. Not the usual topic of conversation. "I know that you're not the sort to come to me on a whim so tell me what's happened."

OoC: Let me know if you wanted to keep going on this one.

On Wed, Aug 19, 2020 at 9:54 PM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:
T'rif came in, shut the door, and gave a polite salute. "Ma'am, I unfortunately need to lodge a complaint against a fellow ACM."



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

Nutmeg
 

Tyne shrugged nonchalantly, "It's fine. It's what I'm here for." At least the conversation hadn't felt like a clumsy attempt to probe her head. And for that she was appreciative. At the end of the day she was still human, and most importantly she was a human trying to rebuild her life again. Not a pet project for someone's Master's knots. 

OoC: Can end on yours if you like!

On Wed, Aug 19, 2020 at 9:53 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"I appreciate everything you've told me," Nyzara said, feeling that she should retreat now. She offered the other woman a smile, however, and blessed Faranth that she'd made it through the conversation.

On Aug 19, 2020, at 3:45 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How can I help?"

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

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




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Congratulations, You're In Charge (Temporarily) JP Kassia/Andronda

sailyn2
 

After N’shen left, Kassia let the healers tend to her again and then fell into a fitful sleep rather than to ask for the sleep draught. She still wanted to be wakeable if one of the goldriders or someone else came to visit.


It felt as if there hadn’t been a single moment to actually sit down and think, much less rest, since the incident in the Hatching Cavern.  Even the bit of time she’d taken to sleep had her feeling guilty, but it couldn’t be helped.  Kassia was injured.  Foreth was grieving, and both Talith and Truenoth… Well, she could only hope the healers would be able to help them.  In the meantime, that left Andronda and Delysia to take up the slack.  


Part of her hadn’t wanted to go into the Infirmary to check on Kassia.  She knew it was necessary, but at the same time it felt like she was intruding where she shouldn’t be.  Kassia needed rest, would need and probably want to see her family far more than she would a young, green goldrider.  But there she was, being led to the room Kassia had been placed in, with an expression of calm on her face that she in no way actually felt.


“Weyrwoman Kassia?  It’s Andronda.  May I come in?”


Brogan lifted his head as Andronda came him, then went back to laying watchfully next to Kassia’s bed.


Kassia was in the wake part of the fitful sleep she’d been trying for, but lying there with her eyes closed where the light couldn’t bother them. She opened her eyes into a squint and turned to look at the young goldrider. She groaned as she jostled her broken arm and her headache protested.


“Come in,” she said. “Have...a seat. Thanks...for coming.”


“Of course!” 


Andronda moved quickly to take a seat, arranging the chair so that Kassia wouldn’t have to move as much to be able to look at her.  


“How are you feeling?  Is there anything I can get for you, or get the healers to get for you?”


“I’m as good as I’m going to be for the moment,” Kassia said, closing her eyes again. “They said it’ll be a few days before I’m back to being able to do things. I guess you and Delysia will have to step up in the meantime. Have they told the Candidates?”


“Yes, they have.  They waited until this morning, I believe, to bring them back and explain everything.  They’re being kept to the Barracks, I believe, for the time being.”


That was actually her next stop, after this meeting, and then back to the Weyrlings to check up on them.


“Delysia and I have begun to do so, already.  You need not worry, Ma’am.  We’ll keep things running until you’re ready to get back on your feet.”


Unspoken was the ‘however long that might take’.  Andronda would prefer it to be sooner rather than later.  Yes, she wanted to be Weyrwoman herself, eventually, but she wanted to gain a little more experience first before that happened.  This was definitely going to be the first real test.


“They didn’t think it’d be more than a sevenday.” Kassia didn’t need to be able to read minds to know where Andronda’s thoughts were going. Plus, if it was much more than a sevenday, they started running into real issues with who was in charge and that was something she wanted to avoid. Still, who knew...“But if something were to keep me out longer, I’m going to need you to step in for me.”


“Of course, Weyrwoman,” Andronda said softly, looking down and her hands folded in her lap for a moment, to keep her composure from slipping.  Part of her brain was screaming in panic, that she wasn’t ready for this, that she couldn’t do it, that she should run back to Telgar where it was *safe*!  But she wasn’t going to listen to that part of her brain, and she certainly wasn’t going to act on that panic.


“You can count on me to do whatever is needed to help you out, while you’re recovering.  And I am sure Delysia feels the same.”


“You can do it,” Kassia said. She gave a wan smile. “I mean, you’re not me, but you can get by. Keep me up to date on everything.” R’tal and the healers would probably say that she should stay out of things entirely, but even injured and technically no able to perform her duties, she was still the Weyrwoman. It’d take a lot more than a bump on the head to take that away.


Andronda nodded, giving a weak smile of her own in return.  


“If you would like, I can come by in the evenings while you are in the Infirmary, to give you a daily report?  That way you’re kept up to date with everything, and can make suggestions as needed?  If the healers will allow it, that is.”


She wasn’t entirely sure Kassia should be doing even that much, as of yet, but Andronda was willing to do so if it would help the Weyrwoman’s peace of mind.  


“They’d better,” Kassia said with a bit of a growl. “Keep me up to date. I need to know what’s going on. And make sure my children are sent to me. I haven’t seen them yet.”


“I’ll make that a priority, then,” Andronda said quickly.  


She could get the full list of their names and where to find them from Sarati.  And send Sarati down here at the same time.  A quick nudge to Nykantiath had the gold speaking to Sarati’s green; that way she could pick up the list on the way to the Barracks.


“Is there anything else I can do for you, at this moment?”


“Just make sure that there are no major fires,” Kassia said. “Thank you for your help.”


“You can count on me, Werywoman Kassia.  I’ll let you rest, now, Ma’am.”


She stood up, quietly moving the chair back to its place, bowed slightly, and backed out of the room to take up her next duty of the day.





Level With Me JP Kassia/N'shen

sailyn2
 

Whatever the healers gave her to sleep had worked. The last thing she remembered was B’lin at her side after they made her take the sleeping stuff and then a healer was waking her in the morning to do her morning check-over. Unfortunately a night’s rest wasn’t enough to take away from all the pain and the sensitivity to her hearing and sight. She thought briefly of asking to be put back out, but she didn’t want to be unconscious that long and miss whatever was going on. Instead she laid there doing her best to ignore the pain and wait to see what the day would bring.


"Hey," came N'shen's voice once he finally managed to get in to see Kassia. It was a relief to see her breathing. And awake, he thought. If not, he would certainly feel rather guilty if he woke her… "How are you feeling?"


Kassia forced her eyes open, squinting against the light. Her headache was maybe a bit better, but she still wasn’t happy with the light. Her arm was casted and in a sling from the break. There were bruises everywhere. But she was alive and awake. Kassia could be happy about that.


She managed a very wan smile and held out her good hand. “I’ve been better,” she said. She had no reason to hide her condition from her Weyrleader and friend. “How are you? How’s True?”


N'shen gently squeezed her hand.


"I'm not hurt. Physically. And True has been better," he answered. He felt the survivor's guilt all the more keenly. He should have been there. His office had been there, but for that moment, he was not…


"He seems… He doesn't believe Larsin when he says he might see again. He's all despair right now. Blames himself for what happened, the usual." He offered a half-smile, as he was doing his best to put a tiny bit of cheer on the dire situation.


That earned him a frown. “He can’t see?” she asked, voice lowered. The implications if the populous at large knew would be very bad. 


"Ah…" N'shen shook his head and turned his gaze to the floor. "I didn't realize they hadn't told you. I didn't mean to give you anything else to worry about while you're trying to heal."


Kassia’s headache was building again, but she continued to squint at him as she frowned. “What else haven’t they told me? I was told that the explosion broke some eggs and that there were minor injuries to the dragons. Am I missing anything else?”


"There were minor injuries to the dragons, yes," said N'shen. "And a less than minor one, too," he added. "But as I said, Larsin thinks Truenoth's sight will return. I've been keeping him taken care of just like Larsin instructed. Foreth has no major injuries, but she would have told you, wouldn't she?"


N'shen had to learn how to lie better… Kassia did not need this. Obviously, or they would have told her. He had already put his foot in his mouth once. He had to make sure not to insert the other as well.


“I’d know if she was majorly injured, but the way she’s shielding I feel like there’s something else she hasn’t told me.” She started to struggle to sit up and then hissed out in pain as she jostled her arm. “Are the eggs all protected now? I mean, not that they weren’t before.”


"Truenoth and Talith have divided up the rest between them after Foreth took the two golds to the upper cavern," said N'shen. "You don't have to sit up. Here, I'll pull up a chair."


A moment later, N'shen was scooting up to the side of Kassia's bed.


Kassia laid back down. She knew she was going to get sick of just laying there really quickly.


“That’s...good,” she said. She could understand Foreth’s need to protect the gold eggs above all others. Luckily there were not one, but two, sires to watch over the remaining eggs. “I wish I could go see Foreth and the boys.”


"You'll see them soon enough. For now, you can rest here knowing that R'tal and I and your juniors are taking care of everything while you get better," said N'shen. He glanced at Kassia's belly. Had they told her anything else about how the baby was doing? Was it safe to ask?


“I know you all can keep things running,” Kassia said. “They said I should be out for no more than a sevenday or so. They said the concussion is the biggest issue. The broken arm and bumps and bruises are annoyances, really. And they said the baby should be fine, but I want to go to the dolphins once I can move around.”


N'shen was visibly relieved at the news that the baby was OK. And that Kassia would be up and about in seven days.


"Six times as long for your arm, I suspect?" he asked. "I suppose they can't give you the good stuff for the pain with a baby on the way, can they? Is there anything I can do?"


“Definitely a lot longer,” she said. “They’re being careful. At least they can give me the stuff to make me sleep when I can’t stand it any more. I just want you to keep me in the loop for everything. I can’t bare lying here not knowing what’s happening. I hope I’m out in time for the Hatching.”


"I'll come every day, if that's what you want," said N'shen. "I'll keep you up to speed." He could ask each of the others who were flying Fall and running the Weyr for their reports. Whatever they actually wanted Kassia to know.


“Thank you, N’shen,” she said, squeezing his hand. “I’m sorry that True was injured. Thank you for protecting the eggs.”


"None of this is your fault," said N'shen. "I, we… we did everything. Took every precaution. Or we thought we did. Whoever did this…" He sighed. "If it takes the rest of my life, I will see justice done."


“You and me both,” she said. She squeezed his hand again. “Can you get the healer? See if I can get some more pain stuff and then I’ll see you tomorrow?”


"Right away," said N'shen. He squeezed her hand back and stood. "I'll see you tomorrow. Rest well, my friend."


We're Not In Denial JP/atten: Kashara/K'ssyn

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OOC: Backdated to before boys see the eggs

Kashara smoothed down her dress as she stopped in front of the weyr door. The dress wasn’t Gather fancy, but she was definitely dressed up. Not that it took much compared to the Candidate uniform she had to wear most of the time.


Satisfied, she knocked on the door and waited for K’ssyn to answer the door. Inwardly she told herself there was nothing wrong with having dinner with the AWLM. They weren’t sneaking around, they were just friends. And the AWLM could talk to her about what it was like being a Weyrling. Sure. As if she’d never had the talk before.


Tiscarth poked his head through the divider between his wallow area and K’ssyn’s weyr.  <<You like her.>>  The brown watched as his rider fidgeted and traded out one tunic for another.  


>>She’s a nice girl.  What’s not to like?<< he said, but pointedly ignoring the inference the dragon had made.


<<You know better than to think I can’t tell.>>  There was a pause.  <<Be careful.>>


>>Since when have you been so interested?<< K’ssyn said, settling on one tunic that was nice, but not too nice, and cut just so to highlight his muscle tone rather than any flaws in his physique, and the gray color did well to tone down the red in his skin.  Blast this Arolos sun!


The knock at the door made him quickly throw the discarded tunic from earlier in a drawer, and he swept his hands through his hair one last time.  Tiscarth, for his part, said nothing, and withdrew into his wallow.


K’ssyn answered the door, and the sight of Kashara, in a dress, made him smile slightly despite himself.  Rowan would have teased him...


Kashara returned the smile. She did a half curtsey. “I’m ready for dinner, sir,” she teased. No, she wasn’t flirting, honest. She’d never flirt with an AWLM. Nope. Not that she’d ever been that good at flirting.


Her eyes wandered over him and couldn’t help notice the muscles that came from turns of dragon riding. The clothes he’d chosen did a good job of highlighting them. Not that she was staring at those. There was a lot of things she was not doing.


He gave a slight incline of his head at her curtsey.  “Well, Weyrwoman’s daughter Kashara,” he lost no time in responding to her teasing ‘sir’ comment, “please come inside.”  He held the door wide for her, while he took her all in.  He wasn’t the kind to stare, and his gaze was much more casual than that.  But it didn’t keep him from appreciating what he saw in her.


“You look lovely,” he said once the door was closed behind her.  


Kashara blushed and then mentally kicked herself. She wasn’t normally one to blush, but something in his comment got to her. She turned her face away as she stepped inside. Maybe he hadn’t had a chance to see the look on her face.


“How are you today?” she asked, reaching back to pet her braid nervously. At least she didn’t tug on it the way her mother did when she was really stressed or pissed.


“I enjoy my rest days.  Tiscarth and I spent some time out by the water, letting him relax.  We both enjoy teaching, but it’s good to have time to ourselves as well.  And you?” he asked as they moved into his weyr.  Here, it was easier to see that he’d grown up as a Caravanner.  The decor was certainly toned down compared to the wagons he’d grown up in, but the colors were bold and the items in it ranged from all over Pern.  It wasn’t cluttered, but it wasn’t sparse in its decor either.  


“Would you like some wine?” he asked.  “I have a few Northern varieties if you’d like…”


She nodded as she took in her surroundings. She’d never been in an AWLM’s weyr before. Of course, in the end AWLMs were just people, so really she’d never been in his weyr before. A couple of things on the shelves seemed interesting, but she turned back to him. “A red, if you have one. Otherwise, whatever you prefer.” 


K’ssyn nodded, motioning to a small table with two chairs, where plates were laid out and covered to keep their contents warm.  Wine glasses were already on the table as well, and while it wasn’t an intricate set up, it was obviously not thrown together hastily either.  He moved to hold out the chair for her while she sat, before going and getting a bottle of Benden red.  It wasn’t the nicest vintage ever, but it was also the best he had.  If not now, then when?


“The good thing about a trader family is that we always had a variety of wines and foods.  I grew up eating and drinking every variety of food from every little Northern hold.  I’m still not used to the Southern wines yet…” he said, as he poured her some of the red.


“Are you used to the South in general yet?” Kashara asked as she lifted her glass and took a sip. It was good. She took a longer sip then gestured at the display of food. “It all smells wonderful. Did you have to bribe the kitchen staff?”


“There are things in the South that make it worth getting used to,” he said, his eyes focused on her.  “But it takes time.  The heat and the sun are hard on a Northerner.”  He shifted his gaze to follow hers to the food.  “Titles have their privileges.  Apparently the kitchen staff here like AWLMs…”


“You telling me you didn’t charm anyone for any of this?” Kashara asked, gesturing to the plates and grinning. “If there turns out to be dessert here, then I won’t believe you got away with it without conning some blushing staffer.” She really hoped there was dessert there, whether he had to flirt his way for it or not.


K’synn raised an eyebrow.  “Perhaps not everything is from these kitchens,” he added enigmatically.  “Dragons can go anywhere after all…” There were so many wonderful little holds in the North that made amazing foods.  He’d had to go up earlier that day anyways in service of his Blood Debt.  It hadn’t been difficult to stop by and say hello to old friends, one of whom, practically like a nanna to half the cothold, to give him some of her little cakes.


“You’re a talented one, sir,” Kashara teased as she cut off a bite of food and lifted it delicately to her lips. She made a happy noise as she ate the piece. “I need more friends that spoil me like this. Being the Weyrwoman’s daughter doesn’t get me as much extra treatment as it used to.”


“How is that possible?” K’synn asked referring to her parentage, watching the pleasure of the food cross her face.  It pleased him that she was enjoying what he’d put together for her.  Because while he had gotten a few things from this kitchen, so aspects were from other places.  The trip north had been an opportunity to pick up a few things.  “Try this,” he said pointing to one of the dishes off to the side.


Kashara turned to take a bite of the dish. She made another happy noise and piled more of the dish onto her plate. “It’s wonderful. And, okay, I do get some extra treatment than others, but not as much as I used to. Mom wants me to try to stand on my own.”


“That one came from a little old woman who’s made the thing the same way ever since I can remember.  Refuses to change a thing about it, which is fine since it’s delicious,” he added.  He watched her, listening as she talked.  “What was it like growing up with a goldrider as a mother?”


“Well it’s very good,” Kashara said, taking another bite. She was silent a moment after swallowing then said, “I don’t know how much it was just her and how much it was her being a goldrider and then Weyrwoman. My mom doted on me and Sarati. Less so on Rassia. My brothers may as well not exist. For some reason she just didn’t have an interest in being part of their life.


She shrugged. “Sarati and I got the best of the best. Good clothes. Good food. We were paraded around. In more recent turns she’s been a bit hands off again, which I have mixed feelings about.”


K’synn finished his plate and moved to refill it.  Caravans ate family style, which was more of what he was used to then the Weyr’s buffet style.  Weyrlife still felt strange to him sometimes, and especially now that he was seeing his family more than he used to.  Lisilia in particular was fond of popping into the Weyr unannounced and showing up at his weyr.  He suspected she was hoping to walk in on something for the sheer irritation it would cause, his younger sister being a bit annoying that way.  Hopefully, she didn’t choose this evening.


“Why do you think she’s changed?  And why did she ignore your brothers?” he asked after she’d finished.  


Kashara shrugged. “We’re older now. She has other things that are important. Again, we’re still spoiled to some extent, but not as much. And as for my brothers...I think she just likes girls better. I don’t know. It’s hard to explain my mom.”


K’synn nodded.  “And I won’t pretend to understand goldriders.  There weren’t any in Tiscarth’s Clutch, and I’ve not really had reason to get to know any.”  Tiscarth wasn’t one to participate in gold flights, and K’synn wasn’t the type of guy to seek out friendships with the Weyrleadership.  “Growing up in my family, there weren’t too many distinctions between any of us brats in the Caravan.  Minus my eldest brother learning to take it over eventually, we all just pulled our own weight.  I suppose some of the siblings got off a bit lighter after mischief, but not by much.” 


“There are a lot more expectations when you’re the daughter of a gold rider,” Kashara said. “Not just from my mom, but because people expect that one of us will Impress a gold. Or at least that we’ll all be riders. I want to be a rider, but it’s a bit much sometimes. I like that I can just be me with you.”


K’synn shrugged.  “I like just you.  And who else would you be?”  He went back to eating for a moment, just letting the moments just be between them without forcing it.  If he was one of his brothers, he would have assuredly had some charming line for her, some charismatic smile and charm to lay on thick and heavy.  If he was one of his brothers, he’d be planning on how to get that dress off of her before the night was over.  But he wasn’t, and instead, he was focused on her with no expectations.  “I was the oddball of my pack of siblings.  I’ve always been the more reserved, less likely to get into trouble, and more likely to be ensuring the others didn’t get into it.  They always pressured me to be more like them.  But I am not, and I am me.” 



“I like you, too.” There she wasn’t blushing, was she? She was just friends with this AWLM, right? To be anything more would be dangerous, and yet she liked him. A lot. She told herself that it meant nothing. She played with her food, trying not to look too awkward. She tried to drift to being a good girl. “How’s being an AWLM?”


“I’ve always been a good teacher.  And definitely the goodie of my sibling group.  Certainly more patient with all of their antics than they would have been or were.  Even in our own weyrlinghood, Tiscarth and I helped our Clutchsibs.  We both enjoy teaching, in helping others.  Being an AWLM is just an extension of that, of helping ensure that future wingmates are more prepared.  And having a young dragon is hard and trying.  Tiscarth is good with them.”


“I’m glad it fits you so well,” Kashara said. “With a large class incoming.” Including possibly her. Best not to think too hard on it. “What do you think of the two goldriders who will start up?”


K’synn gave a small smile.  “I think I am glad not to be WLM Ko’ssen.  Even if their riders are perfectly well-behaved, there is no way that two golds don’t cause trouble.”  Even if Kashara could be one of them, a thought that was accompanied by both a desire and a sinking feeling, all in one.  “There are plenty of issues that come up in a normal weyrlinghood.  Look at your journeyman, Ambrelli.  Plenty of issues there despite her being accomplished in her craft.”


“She was never meant to Impress, though,” Kashara pointed out. “You can’t stop Stands Impressions, but they can mess things up. I hope that there are no Stands Impressions this go around. That would only be added trouble.” She finished her last bite. “That was really good.”





I Have to Get to Her JP Kassia/Bl'lin

sailyn2
 

Kassia didn’t remember much of being transported from the Caverns to the Infirmary except for pain. They’d given her something to try to deaden the pain, but it did little to help when they re-set her arm. She’d refused to be put out entirely and risk panicking Foreth further, but the world went very close to black as they shifted her arm bone back into place. Vaguely she heard the first set of keens, but she wasn’t quite with it enough to react.


When the number of healers finally withdrew, she laid there, fighting back to full consciousness. Anything to keep Foreth from panicking further. Foreth had tightened her own walls and Kassia’s head hurt too badly to fight with her. The light when she opened her eyes only made her head hurt further. All in all, she felt achy all over, enough that she knew that if she didn’t have the pain herbs she’d feel even worse.


“Sleep, Kass.” It had taken a while for B’lin to be allowed next to her bed, but he was there now, trying to keep out of his voice just how bad she looked. He’d have held her hand if her arm had looked less frighteningly bad. “Healers said you need to sleep.”


She started to open her eyes and immediately shut them again. She shook her head against the pillow and regretted that as well. “Can’t,” she said. “Foreth...have to stay awake for Foreth.” She’d been conscious enough when Foreth panicked at her injuries that she didn’t want to sleep.


“Foreth is settled. Talith and Truenoth are with her.” That much B’lin knew, even if no-one else was getting past the entrance. 


“She’s still...upset.” Kassia gripped the sheets under her hard with her good hand. “Why is she upset? She won’t tell me.” Foreth was trying to protect her, but Kassia didn’t know from what. And he could say that the Queen was settled, but Kassia could tell she wasn’t. With Talith and Truenoth or not.


“Ah, Kass.” He’d thought she knew; somehow he’d assumed that much had leaked through from Foreth. B’lin hesitated, and then reached over the bed. “Give me your hand.”


Kassia lifted her hand for him to take. She forced her eyes open to look at him. Inside her chest her heart sped. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. “Tell me.” Despite her she felt, she managed to get something akin to her Weyrwoman commanding voice into it. Some things were hard to get rid of.


“Some of the eggs,” B’lin said gently, his hand closing around hers. “The golds are safe I’ve heard but some of the others -- they got broken.”


Not again. Memories from the past flooded her mind and she was glad that the connection between her and her lifemate was mostly shut. Foreth didn’t need those memories. At least it wasn’t a gold egg. She squeezed his hand, but there was a weakness to it.


“More eggs...gone...” she breathed, tears squeezing at her eyes as everything began to overwhelm her.


Foreth’s feelings were suddenly flooding through even with their connection closed off.


“What...what’s she doi...”


The keening began and this time Kassia was aware of them. Even across the Weyr she could hear her lifemate’s agonizing keen.


Kassia sat up straight and then half screamed as she jostled her arm, the world spinning. 


“I’ve...she’s going...I’ve got to get...” She wasn’t even making sense as she tried to process.


“You can’t go anywhere, Kass.” B’lin tried to steady her helplessly, not sure where it would even be safe to touch her that wouldn’t hurt but worried she’d flop back and hurt herself again. He settled for a hand behind her back and one on her side. “Call her here.”


“I can....can’t,” she gasped and started to struggle as she felt Foreth blank out a moment and then come back from ~between~. The keening continued, but was quieter.


((Love...the eggs...)) Kassia tried, settling a little but tears streamed down her face.


((I took them between,)) Foreth answered in a very flat tone that she used as a mask when she was trying to pretend nothing bothered her even as the keening was only just ending. ((You need to stay and get better. I need to watch my gold eggs.))


((I have to make sure you’re okay,)) Kassia said, tears coming harder.


((You need to get better, Mine. Stop hurting yourself.)) The words were harsh, but there was a softer edge that said that she did care. The next words were softer. ((Be strong.))


“She’s...with  her eggs,” Kassia said out loud, starting to sag.


“Lie down.” B’lin’s hands were gentle, trying to guide her down. “I’ll talk to K’ren. Maybe he can have you moved to a closer room.”


Kassia reluctantly let him help her back. Everything hurt more from all the movement. She silent tears continued to fall.


“I should have been there,” she said softly. She clutched for his hand again. “She shouldn’t have had to go through that alone.”


“Kass. You’re injured.” B’lin tried to be sensible and reasonable as though that would override the instinct in any rider to go to their hurt dragon. “It would not help Foreth if you d-- If you got worse.”


Kassia’s headache had worsened for her efforts. Still, she’d be up and across the Weyr if she could. Deep down she knew that she’d never make it. At least not that night. That still didn’t take away the desire to be with Foreth after everything.


For a few long moments she was quiet as she fought against her tears. When they’d slowed, she asked, “What about the other dragons? Are they okay?” Kassia was guessing not since R’tal hadn’t stopped in, or maybe she was misjudging time.


“R’tal said minor injuries, but they don’t want to leave the eggs.” Privately B’lin wasn’t sure how true that was. He’d been sitting waiting to see Kassia long enough to notice serious-faced DragonHealers coming and going. Still, it was the truth he had right now.


“Can’t...expect them to,” she admitted. Still, she would have felt better with a report directly from R’tal. She wondered, too, how serious those injuries were but had no way of knowing unless R’tal or N’shen came to report. “But no one...died.” Thank Faranth for small favors.


“Only the eggs,” B’lin said heavily. “Just those.” WeyrlingMasters tended to count unhatched eggs already as part of their next brood. “Otherwise, you got the worst of it.”


“Yes, the eggs.” Kassia was trying to forget those. She was privately glad she hadn’t been conscious enough to see them. She’d seen enough eggs crushed in her lifetime. The last thing she needed (well, one of the many last things) was to have nightmares over lost Hatchlings. 


She sighed. The whole ordeal had left her very tired. “Can you get someone to bring me something to sleep now? I think Foreth will be fine now. And then stay until I’m asleep?”


“I’m not going anywhere.” At least not until they made him. B’lin reached to squeeze her hand lightly again before he got up to go find a Healer. At least if she rested maybe it would help.


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

 

Calyse didn't notice the unusual size of the chair until she had mosied over and planted herself on the cushion, realizing only then with a start that the piece of furniture dwarfed her. She twisted to cast a bewildered look at the huge armchair, mildly alarmed by the way her feet barely graced the floor while she sat atop it. Suddenly aware of how childlike she seemed there, she resisted the urge to swing her legs in absent fidgeting and laid the humming Fabio across her lap. All the outrage she'd built up on the way to D'vik's weyr had vanished in the wake of such an exciting moment, a hatching! 

D'vik spoke. Calyse tore her eyes away from the dancing egg, addressing him with raised eyebrows. "Hm? Um, y-yes. I'm fine, at least I think so. Only a little singed." Nothing hurt, thankfully, but she hadn't had time to view herself in a mirror yet. Perhaps it was worse than she thought. Suddenly self-conscious about her appearance, she combed awkwardly through her charred hair. "Fabio got burned a bit, b-but I cleaned and dressed him already. I can send a pot of numbweed up in case he hurts more later." The words tumbled out of her in a rush. "I'm sorry to interrupt this," she indicated the hatching with a hand. "A-Are you sure it's okay that I stay?"

On Wed, Sep 2, 2020 at 7:36 PM Alyx <scottish.wolfecary@...> wrote:
D'vik glanced up as she entered and watched the transformation of her features, a pretty girl when not on the warpath. He smiled over at her and nodded towards a rather large reading chair near the exit to the ledge. The chair was obviously a custom made one, given the size. 

"Please have a seat, looks like Fabio got you good. Are you alright? Beyond the obvious I mean? Looks like he got himself too, poor dummy." He kept one eye on the egg, that rolled this way and that, beyond him on the mantle sat a second bronze flit, humming and studying the girl. Over by the outer part of the weyr, a large blue dragon was lounging on the ledge, his head stuck curiously into his rider's area to watch.

"It sure is. If you have a seat, after I get this little one fed, we will see what we can to to redress the problem."
--
Have fun with any of my characters. Alyx, Lerian (candidates), Vayka (Healer), J'hen, D'vik, Teyra, Cotai (Riders), Rotasta (AWLM)


Re: Oooooh Baby Baby (Nadia, Rend)

Kate Polsom
 

“Well, the signs are pointing towards you being pregnant. And if your date is right, about ten in a half seven days pregnant,” Rendan said with a grin, “I will recommend you go to see the dolphins as they are very good at telling if someone is. And once you have it confirmed, we will set up monthly visits to keep track of your progress and the health of you both.”

On Tue, Sep 1, 2020 at 03:04 PM, Yvonne wrote:

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

 

 

 


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

Kouga
 

Koetith didn't like speaking, it worked for him and Lor'ci rather
well. His rider was not big on chatter unless it had to do with
keeping others safe and he was the same. {{Fly high, fly fast!}} he
encourage Arendelth offering his wingmate feelings of encouragement
and images of the sky. He had long ago realized that Firelizards had
the best way to talk, they offer words when they were not what was
needed. It was the feeling and the images those words provided that
was needed. He had long ago decided that he preferred to speak as
Gentinds did and it was what he did most times too. He felt a shift in
the winds, a slight breeze, and shifted himself to catch the turmal he
had felt. He was careful as ever to work with the lift provided
instead of against it knowing that it would help with just that flying
higher and faster.

Lor'ci shifted a bit where he stood with the other male's riders. This
was not how he had seen this day going by any means, but if it was how
it was to be then so be it. Though he would be remembering to add this
to his list of things that had happened while the candidates were on a
trip. Why did these trips alway seem to have such issues? It really
would be better to just not do them anymore he thought. Though the
problem is he also thought the candidate kind of needed these trips
too. It really was one of those things he would have to consider
later, when he could properly focus. Right now he didn't have enough
mind to focus on that. He was too focused on watching Kinara, too
focused on seeing Arendelth through Koetith's eyes, too focused on the
burn rushing through them both. That was taking too much of his focus
to bother with much else right now and for right now that is also what
he needed to stop thinking about it all so he finally let the last of
those thoughts drift away and glanced around at the other riders gaze
seeing but not seeing them even as Koetith offered a glance at the
other chasing males before focusing back on Arendelth.

--------

{{Of course lovely green one.}} Pengith agreed easily {{Leaders me
and mine may be, but we can only lead if others are willing to follow.
The only way others will follow is if we are aware they are just as
great as we are. I am large yes, it does mean I can fly longer, but I
do not have your speed I can not turn as fast as you. That means that
I will always need you green one, and I would hope you would always
accept me in return.}} he offered in explanation. It was what he had
learned with his rider during their turns as a Wingsecond. Sure he had
seen it before, but now it was always a thought on his mind. He was
large, but that didn't make him better, he needed the smaller dragons
especially the little greens to keep him safe just as he did his best
to keep them all safe. They were all needed and all equal and he would
not hide that these were his thoughts on it.

Get'ew nodded his understanding of Kinara's words "Do not be sorry,
they do what they must to make sure we take care of ourselves." it
took a moment to come up with the words, but he knew them to be the
truth. Pengith wanted him to forget his job for just a bit and when
things threatened it the brown used what he could to enforce the
'order'. While he was sure if they hadn't come it wouldn't have been a
flight, he was sure there would have been something the brown would
have found. Still it wasn't that he minded a flight, it wasn't that he
minded giving himself to Pengith and flying, it was the look on
Kinara's face and his thoughts that his wing and wingleader may need
him that did it.

Still as the moments passed Kinara clearly was becoming less agitated
he let it pass through him as well. It really wouldn't do any good to
fight and all they could all do now go with things he supposed. So go
with things he would and he really didn't mind flights, but had a
feeling this one was going to not end up quite right one way or
another. Still if she needed protection, if she needed comfort, he
would do what he could for her.

----------------

Hobath offered a pleased rumble in return to his green wingmate {{I
will fly for you as long as I am able.}} he promised her wings working
hard to push him after Arendelth, to make sure he didn't lose her. He
had seen her fly and knew she was beautiful to watch in threadfall,
nearly as beautiful as she was now. {{Let the winds be your guide
beautiful green and show us how flying can be! My wings will always be
strong in defence and deference to you Atendelth! They are yours to
command.}} and for now as always he meant it. He didn't bother to
chase often, but when he did he gave his everything to it and to the
green. Though it certainly didn't hurt that this was his wingmate, a
green he already.

Rena found herself more able to relax and join Hobath despite
everything the more it looked like Kinara was actually relaxing. She
wasn't sure how well the other would cope once they weren't flying,
once they didn't have dragons to help distract them, but she reminded
herself again she had her kit just incase. It wouldn't have anything
for panicing or anything or the sort; but she had seen Kinara and
hoped that at the very least as a wingmate it could help if anything
went wrong because she really wasn't sure based on the other girl's
reaction if this was going to end up well after the fact.

Why did things like this keep happening? Not the flight of course, but
the attack on the hatching grounds. The worst part though was it
seemed to keep happening to Foreth and especially her gold eggs.

-----------------

V'jal had debated he had, and he could feel Zuhelth in the back of his
mind seeking the comfort he didn't know how to offer right now. His
mind was in too many places, there had been too much happen recently,
and he just had to let her be comforted by Pensherth for now. Right
now he needed comfort too and while he felt bad not turning to Cosi,
he knew the blue rider understood that sometimes he still needed to
try. He offered another glance at his weyrmate before he made his way
the last little bit to the other riders involved in the flight hoping
to try and catch someone once all was said and done.

ooc: yes 'Jal is playing moth just as an fyi if anyone wants to grab
him after the next post; same fer if anyone wants Rena though also fyi
probably gonna end up with her pregnant if someone does

*Kouga*

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On Thu, Sep 3, 2020 at 2:24 AM Rosiegirl <rosiegirl872@gmail.com> wrote:

To Sixanth, Pengith, and then to Hobath’s comments to her, the green angled her wing slightly to shift toward each of the males in turn and give them a flirty little look over her wing, showing off the streak of paler green hide as she did so. Sixanth’s compliment along with his overconfident statement earned the young brown a snort of amusement at his presumption as she said to him {{Of course I will Fly high and strong. Love is not fragile nor is it just beautiful, and neither am I! However, it remains to be seen if you will be the one Flying with me at the end, the one who actually catches me, brash Sixanth. But compliments are never unappreciated when offered.}}

Pengith, as she swing her head to examine the older brown who was so *very* large for a brown, earned him an appreciative look as he called out to her not with honeyed words and statements of catching her but instead of being ‘conquered’ his words were the idea that they could catch something together. Like equals, maybe? The green wondered if a brown that was so large could mean that. Rumbling in pleasure as she tilted a wing and swung slightly closer to him, giving the brown a little bit of hope, Arendelth queried the large brown with {{Do you mean catch the skies together, like equals, wise Pengilth?}}

As Hobath called out to her, Arendelth turned her gaze on her Wingmate as she once again gave a tilt of her wings to angle herself slightly toward him. His complimenting her, not just on her beauty but also her skill in flying that this blue had actually had occasion to experience during Threadfall, the green gave a happy trill to the blue and responded back {{Striking Hobath, yes I will choose. Follow me, Fly with me, Show Yourself and me the strength in your wings to Fly to the end.}} And with that, Arendelth gave another flirty twist of her head at the blue before she darted away to tease another one of her suitors.


The green glanced back, examining those who remained silent as she remembered a saying from her person...that it was the quiet ones you had to watch out for. She noticed the skill with which Panteranth was flying, the dappled look along his wings and side, his overall sleek look as he flew and with her own small and slender size she considered how well matched they would look. But then she turned to examine another potential mate, willing to bide her time and see if the sleek blue would be able to last with her.


As more riders joined the quartet already gathered close to her, and more dragons followed Arendelth’s green glowing form higher as she used any advantage she could to keep the distance between her and those following behind, Kinara kept her arms wrapped protectively around her as she moved around the area nervously and also keeping the riders at a distance. In the back of her mind, Kinara recognized a couple of her Wingmates joining those around her and there was a breath released in a rush as if she might just be able to relax now that she knew some of the riders around her more. But in the forefront of her mind was the need to keep them at bay, to keep out of reach, and that’s what she did. To Get’ew’s apology, Kinara gave a shake of her head saying back “No...no I’m sorry, for *her* doing this.”


When K’sway, who she’d been sharp with as he’d gotten too close, and the other riders kept their distance and gave her space, just as their dragons up in the air continued to follow hers, Kinara’s quick and flustered breathing slowed down just a bit as she began to rub her palms against her upper arms as if trying to smooth out the shivers of desire she was feeling from her green that made her tremble just a bit as she watched the gathered riders with wary eyes. But she could feel more of Arendelth overriding her wariness, her panic, just a bit more as Kinara’s breathing stabilized at the arrival of a couple of her Wingmates. They protected her during Fall, so surely they would protect her here, if needed.


With a bit more of Arendelth’s thoughts flowing into her, Kinara’s hazel eyes turned to the ‘rider’ Bl’by had previously snapped atas he spoke, registering his words but not understanding why he looked shocked...Surely his dragon had *told* him that he was chasing Arendelth, right? Why else would he be gathered with the rest of the potential suitors. And when he began backing away, not quite catching Tolfast’s words to Bl’by, and Arendelth realized someone was *leaving*, there was a surge of feelings from Arendelth of hurt and...and *outrage* that it seemed one of her suitors didn’t actually want her, hurt and outrage that was echoed on Kinara’s face as she stared at Tolfast. The Flying green gave a roar of outrage high up in the air, turning to look over her shoulder, to see if she could see one of *her* males dropping away so quickly from following her, but it didn’t look like any of them were...which confused the green just as much as her rider down on the ground.


And then Bl’by, whose lifemate had been the first to follow after Arendelth, the first to present himself to Kinara and try to comfort her, put a *hand* on the abandoner’s shoulder...all Kinara saw through the filter of her dragon was that one of *her* suitors was...was either running off another one, or...or the lusty green didn’t *know* what, but all she knew was that through her person’s eyes it looked as if *she* was not the focus anymore. Arendelth, Flying high up in the air, should be the center of all her suitors attention, no one else...and the hand on someone else’s shoulder was a step too far for the green.

And so, just as Arendelth swung her head around to pin Traynth with a small growl, making sure the blue was still focused on her, that same soft, low growl echoed out of Kinara’s throat before she knew what was happening and there was a flash of...of possessiveness in her gaze as she watched Bl’by’s hand on Tolfast’s shoulder. As far as Arendelth was concerned, until *she* chose who she wanted, they were *all* hers and should focus only on her. And then...and then the ‘rider’ who was taking one of her suitor’s attention fled, and Kinara’s still red-rimmed eyes watched him as he left, but they were less wary than before with the possessive feelings she’d received from Arendelth.


Kinara, still just barely hanging on to herself, felt...more than a bit unsettled by the fierce possessive feeling she was getting from Arendelth and gave a brisk shake of her head as she rubbed at her face a moment. But, as she realized that moment of distraction could be the moment any one of those gathered could get to close Kinara’s head came abruptly back up to watch them all carefully. Now, however, her arms were no longer crossed in front of her but loose at her sides and her movements to keep the riders at bay which had looked much like a skittish runner were...not *quite* that anymore. Now, the movements were a bit smoother, a bit...just a little bit more teasing, as if they were heading toward sultry the more Kinara let herself connect with Arendelth.


She no longer looked or sounded quite so distressed as she was no longer murmuring apologies as riders gathered...but she didn’t quite look happy yet. More...more like she was calming down enough to be resigned to the early Flight, and whatever panic she might feel later for not getting a chance to be mentally prepared due to Arendelth just...just Flying when she shouldn't have...well, come what may. It’s not like she could stop whatever potential flashback reaction she might have...not at this point, not if all the preparation she’d done before and her past Flight experiences hadn’t helped her get to the point where it wouldn’t happen. She...she hoped it wouldn’t, but..at this point there was no help for it if it did and she would just have to cope.


Up in the air, as Arendelth finished getting Traynth’s attention with her small growl, when she did a smooth barrel roll in the other direction, glancing back only once to see if Traynth was still following her, she caught sight of a familiar blue in her chasers. Swinging her head toward Trometh, giving a happy rumble, the green responded with {{Brother Trometh, I need you...I need all of you, right now, just as mine needs all of yours for comfort from the sad. But soon...soon we’ll only need one. Until then, we need you all.}}


As another rider moved to join them, as if arriving specifically to fill the spot of the ‘rider’ who had fled earlier, all Kinara registered at first was a tanned, bare chest...a *very handsomely muscular* bared chest at that...and her breath caught in her throat at the sight. And then his voice, sounding just that touch growly as he spoke her name, had Kinara swallowing hard before she looked up from that chest...and up...and up. He should have been intimidating, would have been approaching her like this, if she hadn’t let more of Arendelth take over. She had just enough of her to recognize that the bluerider was one of the FeastCrashers, one of her class, and Kinara let out one more apology, one that was even more heartfelt than the others had been despite his reassurances, and stammered out “D’vik...oh..oh Shells...that’s right, you’re here too! I’m, oh gosh, I’m really sorry!”


But, even as she stammered out her apology and she noticed that he kept himself just as distant from her as the rest of the riders that she’d warned back, she couldn’t help that her gaze dropped back to his bare chest for a long moment before her eyes shifted to the other riders. Her red-rimmed hazel eyes, her cheeks flushed, her hands loose by her side revealing her bra-bandless chest as it rose and fell under her shirt. And, just as Arendelth began flowing through the air almost teasing each of her chasers, Kinara’s gaze turned teasing toward the riders surrounding her as she gave up the fight and let her green take over the last of the resistance she felt. She even began to sway not away but slightly closer to one rider after another...just as Arendelth wasn’t sure of her choice yet...



On Wed, Sep 2, 2020 at 9:15 PM Alyx <scottish.wolfecary@gmail.com> wrote:

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

Laura Walker
 

"Not yours." Bl'by's voice was soft but firm and he shifted so that his large frame would block Kinara's view of the departing BeastCrafter. "Not for you, that one. Plenty of others."

He could free his mind now, release the vestiges of control that had held him in check, had let him touch Tolfast without kissing him (couldn't he have though, taken him by both shoulders and not just one, kissed him until he wasn't thinking so much that he could look so worried any more). Easier to let go of that now, better to fly.

And, grounded from Fall, this was the best way to fly. Traynth's lungs had none of the problems of his rider's, no gasping wheezes if he pushed his strength too far. His lungs were large and clear, and the air far above the riders was sweet and cold. They danced in the air and Bl'by could feel it again; the joy of a body that responded to what he told it to do, that could race as fast as he willed it to, turning sharp breakneck turns in pursuit of the green ahead of him. Little stamina perhaps, but who needed stamina for a green? Greens were small, and graceful, and speedy and Bl'by rocked on his feet as his mind followed his blue up and down and around in a dance where they never had to pause and gasp for breath and apologise for needing to stop.

It was flying, it was living and Traynth followed Arundelth with little possessiveness and all of the delight of a child playing a game, his swift changes in direction filled with the pleasure of 'see what I can do' and 'yes I can do that too!'. It was showing off, but showing off as much for his rider and his own self as the green in front of him, revelling in the feeling of pushing his body to its fullest extent.

On Thu, Sep 3, 2020 at 7:24 AM Rosiegirl <rosiegirl872@...> wrote:

To Sixanth, Pengith, and then to Hobath’s comments to her, the green angled her wing slightly to shift toward each of the males in turn and give them a flirty little look over her wing, showing off the streak of paler green hide as she did so. Sixanth’s compliment along with his overconfident statement earned the young brown a snort of amusement at his presumption as she said to him {{Of course I will Fly high and strong. Love is not fragile nor is it just beautiful, and neither am I! However, it remains to be seen if you will be the one Flying with me at the end, the one who actually catches me, brash Sixanth. But compliments are never unappreciated when offered.}}

Pengith, as she swing her head to examine the older brown who was so *very* large for a brown, earned him an appreciative look as he called out to her not with honeyed words and statements of catching her but instead of being ‘conquered’ his words were the idea that they could catch something together. Like equals, maybe? The green wondered if a brown that was so large could mean that. Rumbling in pleasure as she tilted a wing and swung slightly closer to him, giving the brown a little bit of hope, Arendelth queried the large brown with {{Do you mean catch the skies together, like equals, wise Pengilth?}}

As Hobath called out to her, Arendelth turned her gaze on her Wingmate as she once again gave a tilt of her wings to angle herself slightly toward him. His complimenting her, not just on her beauty but also her skill in flying that this blue had actually had occasion to experience during Threadfall, the green gave a happy trill to the blue and responded back {{Striking Hobath, yes I will choose. Follow me, Fly with me, Show Yourself and me the strength in your wings to Fly to the end.}} And with that, Arendelth gave another flirty twist of her head at the blue before she darted away to tease another one of her suitors. 


The green glanced back, examining those who remained silent as she remembered a saying from her person...that it was the quiet ones you had to watch out for. She noticed the skill with which Panteranth was flying, the dappled look along his wings and side, his overall sleek look as he flew and with her own small and slender size she considered how well matched they would look. But then she turned to examine another potential mate, willing to bide her time and see if the sleek blue would be able to last with her.


As more riders joined the quartet already gathered close to her, and more dragons followed Arendelth’s green glowing form higher as she used any advantage she could to keep the distance between her and those following behind, Kinara kept her arms wrapped protectively around her as she moved around the area nervously and also keeping the riders at a distance. In the back of her mind, Kinara recognized a couple of her Wingmates joining those around her and there was a breath released in a rush as if she might just be able to relax now that she knew some of the riders around her more. But in the forefront of her mind was the need to keep them at bay, to keep out of reach, and that’s what she did. To Get’ew’s apology, Kinara gave a shake of her head saying back “No...no I’m sorry, for *her* doing this.” 


When K’sway, who she’d been sharp with as he’d gotten too close, and the other riders kept their distance and gave her space, just as their dragons up in the air continued to follow hers, Kinara’s quick and flustered breathing slowed down just a bit as she began to rub her palms against her upper arms as if trying to smooth out the shivers of desire she was feeling from her green that made her tremble just a bit as she watched the gathered riders with wary eyes. But she could feel more of Arendelth overriding her wariness, her panic, just a bit more as Kinara’s breathing stabilized at the arrival of a couple of her Wingmates. They protected her during Fall, so surely they would protect her here, if needed.


With a bit more of Arendelth’s thoughts flowing into her, Kinara’s hazel eyes turned to the ‘rider’ Bl’by had previously snapped atas he spoke, registering his words but not understanding why he looked shocked...Surely his dragon had *told* him that he was chasing Arendelth, right? Why else would he be gathered with the rest of the potential suitors. And when he began backing away, not quite catching Tolfast’s words to Bl’by, and Arendelth realized someone was *leaving*, there was a surge of feelings from Arendelth of hurt and...and *outrage* that it seemed one of her suitors didn’t actually want her, hurt and outrage that was echoed on Kinara’s face as she stared at Tolfast. The Flying green gave a roar of outrage high up in the air, turning to look over her shoulder, to see if she could see one of *her* males dropping away so quickly from following her, but it didn’t look like any of them were...which confused the green just as much as her rider down on the ground. 


And then Bl’by, whose lifemate had been the first to follow after Arendelth, the first to present himself to Kinara and try to comfort her, put a *hand* on the abandoner’s shoulder...all Kinara saw through the filter of her dragon was that one of *her* suitors was...was either running off another one, or...or the lusty green didn’t *know* what, but all she knew was that through her person’s eyes it looked as if *she* was not the focus anymore. Arendelth, Flying high up in the air, should be the center of all her suitors attention, no one else...and the hand on someone else’s shoulder was a step too far for the green.

And so, just as Arendelth swung her head around to pin Traynth with a small growl, making sure the blue was still focused on her, that same soft, low growl echoed out of Kinara’s throat before she knew what was happening and there was a flash of...of possessiveness in her gaze as she watched Bl’by’s hand on Tolfast’s shoulder. As far as Arendelth was concerned, until *she* chose who she wanted, they were *all* hers and should focus only on her. And then...and then the ‘rider’ who was taking one of her suitor’s attention fled, and Kinara’s still red-rimmed eyes watched him as he left, but they were less wary than before with the possessive feelings she’d received from Arendelth.


Kinara, still just barely hanging on to herself, felt...more than a bit unsettled by the fierce possessive feeling she was getting from Arendelth and gave a brisk shake of her head as she rubbed at her face a moment. But, as she realized that moment of distraction could be the moment any one of those gathered could get to close Kinara’s head came abruptly back up to watch them all carefully. Now, however, her arms were no longer crossed in front of her but loose at her sides and her movements to keep the riders at bay which had looked much like a skittish runner were...not *quite* that anymore. Now, the movements were a bit smoother, a bit...just a little bit more teasing, as if they were heading toward sultry the more Kinara let herself connect with Arendelth. 


She no longer looked or sounded quite so distressed as she was no longer murmuring apologies as riders gathered...but she didn’t quite look happy yet. More...more like she was calming down enough to be resigned to the early Flight, and whatever panic she might feel later for not getting a chance to be mentally prepared due to Arendelth just...just Flying when she shouldn't have...well, come what may. It’s not like she could stop whatever potential flashback reaction she might have...not at this point, not if all the preparation she’d done before and her past Flight experiences hadn’t helped her get to the point where it wouldn’t happen. She...she hoped it wouldn’t, but..at this point there was no help for it if it did and she would just have to cope.


Up in the air, as Arendelth finished getting Traynth’s attention with her small growl, when she did a smooth barrel roll in the other direction, glancing back only once to see if Traynth was still following her, she caught sight of a familiar blue in her chasers. Swinging her head toward Trometh, giving a happy rumble, the green responded with {{Brother Trometh, I need you...I need all of you, right now, just as mine needs all of yours for comfort from the sad. But soon...soon we’ll only need one. Until then, we need you all.}}


As another rider moved to join them, as if arriving specifically to fill the spot of the ‘rider’ who had fled earlier, all Kinara registered at first was a tanned, bare chest...a *very handsomely muscular* bared chest at that...and her breath caught in her throat at the sight. And then his voice, sounding just that touch growly as he spoke her name, had Kinara swallowing hard before she looked up from that chest...and up...and up. He should have been intimidating, would have been approaching her like this, if she hadn’t let more of Arendelth take over. She had just enough of her to recognize that the bluerider was one of the FeastCrashers, one of her class, and Kinara let out one more apology, one that was even more heartfelt than the others had been despite his reassurances, and stammered out “D’vik...oh..oh Shells...that’s right, you’re here too! I’m, oh gosh, I’m really sorry!” 


But, even as she stammered out her apology and she noticed that he kept himself just as distant from her as the rest of the riders that she’d warned back, she couldn’t help that her gaze dropped back to his bare chest for a long moment before her eyes shifted to the other riders. Her red-rimmed hazel eyes, her cheeks flushed, her hands loose by her side revealing her bra-bandless chest as it rose and fell under her shirt. And, just as Arendelth began flowing through the air almost teasing each of her chasers, Kinara’s gaze turned teasing toward the riders surrounding her as she gave up the fight and let her green take over the last of the resistance she felt. She even began to sway not away but slightly closer to one rider after another...just as Arendelth wasn’t sure of her choice yet...



On Wed, Sep 2, 2020 at 9:15 PM Alyx <scottish.wolfecary@...> wrote:
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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Re: Camping Trip Greenflight!!: Into the Unknown ((Attn: Kinara/Arendelth, any chasers))

Rosiegirl
 

To Sixanth, Pengith, and then to Hobath’s comments to her, the green angled her wing slightly to shift toward each of the males in turn and give them a flirty little look over her wing, showing off the streak of paler green hide as she did so. Sixanth’s compliment along with his overconfident statement earned the young brown a snort of amusement at his presumption as she said to him {{Of course I will Fly high and strong. Love is not fragile nor is it just beautiful, and neither am I! However, it remains to be seen if you will be the one Flying with me at the end, the one who actually catches me, brash Sixanth. But compliments are never unappreciated when offered.}}

Pengith, as she swing her head to examine the older brown who was so *very* large for a brown, earned him an appreciative look as he called out to her not with honeyed words and statements of catching her but instead of being ‘conquered’ his words were the idea that they could catch something together. Like equals, maybe? The green wondered if a brown that was so large could mean that. Rumbling in pleasure as she tilted a wing and swung slightly closer to him, giving the brown a little bit of hope, Arendelth queried the large brown with {{Do you mean catch the skies together, like equals, wise Pengilth?}}

As Hobath called out to her, Arendelth turned her gaze on her Wingmate as she once again gave a tilt of her wings to angle herself slightly toward him. His complimenting her, not just on her beauty but also her skill in flying that this blue had actually had occasion to experience during Threadfall, the green gave a happy trill to the blue and responded back {{Striking Hobath, yes I will choose. Follow me, Fly with me, Show Yourself and me the strength in your wings to Fly to the end.}} And with that, Arendelth gave another flirty twist of her head at the blue before she darted away to tease another one of her suitors. 


The green glanced back, examining those who remained silent as she remembered a saying from her person...that it was the quiet ones you had to watch out for. She noticed the skill with which Panteranth was flying, the dappled look along his wings and side, his overall sleek look as he flew and with her own small and slender size she considered how well matched they would look. But then she turned to examine another potential mate, willing to bide her time and see if the sleek blue would be able to last with her.


As more riders joined the quartet already gathered close to her, and more dragons followed Arendelth’s green glowing form higher as she used any advantage she could to keep the distance between her and those following behind, Kinara kept her arms wrapped protectively around her as she moved around the area nervously and also keeping the riders at a distance. In the back of her mind, Kinara recognized a couple of her Wingmates joining those around her and there was a breath released in a rush as if she might just be able to relax now that she knew some of the riders around her more. But in the forefront of her mind was the need to keep them at bay, to keep out of reach, and that’s what she did. To Get’ew’s apology, Kinara gave a shake of her head saying back “No...no I’m sorry, for *her* doing this.” 


When K’sway, who she’d been sharp with as he’d gotten too close, and the other riders kept their distance and gave her space, just as their dragons up in the air continued to follow hers, Kinara’s quick and flustered breathing slowed down just a bit as she began to rub her palms against her upper arms as if trying to smooth out the shivers of desire she was feeling from her green that made her tremble just a bit as she watched the gathered riders with wary eyes. But she could feel more of Arendelth overriding her wariness, her panic, just a bit more as Kinara’s breathing stabilized at the arrival of a couple of her Wingmates. They protected her during Fall, so surely they would protect her here, if needed.


With a bit more of Arendelth’s thoughts flowing into her, Kinara’s hazel eyes turned to the ‘rider’ Bl’by had previously snapped atas he spoke, registering his words but not understanding why he looked shocked...Surely his dragon had *told* him that he was chasing Arendelth, right? Why else would he be gathered with the rest of the potential suitors. And when he began backing away, not quite catching Tolfast’s words to Bl’by, and Arendelth realized someone was *leaving*, there was a surge of feelings from Arendelth of hurt and...and *outrage* that it seemed one of her suitors didn’t actually want her, hurt and outrage that was echoed on Kinara’s face as she stared at Tolfast. The Flying green gave a roar of outrage high up in the air, turning to look over her shoulder, to see if she could see one of *her* males dropping away so quickly from following her, but it didn’t look like any of them were...which confused the green just as much as her rider down on the ground. 


And then Bl’by, whose lifemate had been the first to follow after Arendelth, the first to present himself to Kinara and try to comfort her, put a *hand* on the abandoner’s shoulder...all Kinara saw through the filter of her dragon was that one of *her* suitors was...was either running off another one, or...or the lusty green didn’t *know* what, but all she knew was that through her person’s eyes it looked as if *she* was not the focus anymore. Arendelth, Flying high up in the air, should be the center of all her suitors attention, no one else...and the hand on someone else’s shoulder was a step too far for the green.

And so, just as Arendelth swung her head around to pin Traynth with a small growl, making sure the blue was still focused on her, that same soft, low growl echoed out of Kinara’s throat before she knew what was happening and there was a flash of...of possessiveness in her gaze as she watched Bl’by’s hand on Tolfast’s shoulder. As far as Arendelth was concerned, until *she* chose who she wanted, they were *all* hers and should focus only on her. And then...and then the ‘rider’ who was taking one of her suitor’s attention fled, and Kinara’s still red-rimmed eyes watched him as he left, but they were less wary than before with the possessive feelings she’d received from Arendelth.


Kinara, still just barely hanging on to herself, felt...more than a bit unsettled by the fierce possessive feeling she was getting from Arendelth and gave a brisk shake of her head as she rubbed at her face a moment. But, as she realized that moment of distraction could be the moment any one of those gathered could get to close Kinara’s head came abruptly back up to watch them all carefully. Now, however, her arms were no longer crossed in front of her but loose at her sides and her movements to keep the riders at bay which had looked much like a skittish runner were...not *quite* that anymore. Now, the movements were a bit smoother, a bit...just a little bit more teasing, as if they were heading toward sultry the more Kinara let herself connect with Arendelth. 


She no longer looked or sounded quite so distressed as she was no longer murmuring apologies as riders gathered...but she didn’t quite look happy yet. More...more like she was calming down enough to be resigned to the early Flight, and whatever panic she might feel later for not getting a chance to be mentally prepared due to Arendelth just...just Flying when she shouldn't have...well, come what may. It’s not like she could stop whatever potential flashback reaction she might have...not at this point, not if all the preparation she’d done before and her past Flight experiences hadn’t helped her get to the point where it wouldn’t happen. She...she hoped it wouldn’t, but..at this point there was no help for it if it did and she would just have to cope.


Up in the air, as Arendelth finished getting Traynth’s attention with her small growl, when she did a smooth barrel roll in the other direction, glancing back only once to see if Traynth was still following her, she caught sight of a familiar blue in her chasers. Swinging her head toward Trometh, giving a happy rumble, the green responded with {{Brother Trometh, I need you...I need all of you, right now, just as mine needs all of yours for comfort from the sad. But soon...soon we’ll only need one. Until then, we need you all.}}


As another rider moved to join them, as if arriving specifically to fill the spot of the ‘rider’ who had fled earlier, all Kinara registered at first was a tanned, bare chest...a *very handsomely muscular* bared chest at that...and her breath caught in her throat at the sight. And then his voice, sounding just that touch growly as he spoke her name, had Kinara swallowing hard before she looked up from that chest...and up...and up. He should have been intimidating, would have been approaching her like this, if she hadn’t let more of Arendelth take over. She had just enough of her to recognize that the bluerider was one of the FeastCrashers, one of her class, and Kinara let out one more apology, one that was even more heartfelt than the others had been despite his reassurances, and stammered out “D’vik...oh..oh Shells...that’s right, you’re here too! I’m, oh gosh, I’m really sorry!” 


But, even as she stammered out her apology and she noticed that he kept himself just as distant from her as the rest of the riders that she’d warned back, she couldn’t help that her gaze dropped back to his bare chest for a long moment before her eyes shifted to the other riders. Her red-rimmed hazel eyes, her cheeks flushed, her hands loose by her side revealing her bra-bandless chest as it rose and fell under her shirt. And, just as Arendelth began flowing through the air almost teasing each of her chasers, Kinara’s gaze turned teasing toward the riders surrounding her as she gave up the fight and let her green take over the last of the resistance she felt. She even began to sway not away but slightly closer to one rider after another...just as Arendelth wasn’t sure of her choice yet...



On Wed, Sep 2, 2020 at 9:15 PM Alyx <scottish.wolfecary@...> wrote:
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)


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

Alyx
 

D'vik glanced up as she entered and watched the transformation of her features, a pretty girl when not on the warpath. He smiled over at her and nodded towards a rather large reading chair near the exit to the ledge. The chair was obviously a custom made one, given the size. 

"Please have a seat, looks like Fabio got you good. Are you alright? Beyond the obvious I mean? Looks like he got himself too, poor dummy." He kept one eye on the egg, that rolled this way and that, beyond him on the mantle sat a second bronze flit, humming and studying the girl. Over by the outer part of the weyr, a large blue dragon was lounging on the ledge, his head stuck curiously into his rider's area to watch.

"It sure is. If you have a seat, after I get this little one fed, we will see what we can to to redress the problem."
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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)

 

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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Baldrick: The servants.
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