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Run. Run Away And *Never* Return (JP Garatt & Felix)

Jenna Cunningham
 

It was a higgledy-piggledy panicked sort of packing, the sort of packing that you do when you haven’t got a plan beyond running. Garatt stuffed in books - books were important - and clothes without any real idea of what should match or how much he would need. Only that it couldn’t be a Candidate uniform and that clothes would be needed but that also he couldn’t carry too much.


He kept half an eye as he packed on Felix, brain not working clearly enough to decide what to do about the firelizard. It wasn’t as though Felix were his firelizard to take, but someone would have to feed her.


Felix did take rather a lot of feeding.


The firelizard in question lay across Garatt's cot, sprawled out like a small green mountain, and watched the packing with interest. This was not because she had some window into his tortured psyche. This was entirely due to a fit of jealousy.


Her new human was putting FOOD? into a flappy, flat NOT FOOD thing, which may possibly have been FOOD once, and he was not feeding her while he was doing this. The FOOD RECEPTACLE was swelling up with all the things she was not eating, and she let out the laziest, least sincerely plaintive sort of creel ever, the sort she had quickly realised (and what a clever FOOD THOUGHT that had been!) summoned her new person to feed her.


She nosed closer, pushing herself bodily along using her back legs, and bit one corner of a book that stuck out of the travel bag.


Look at how smart I am, she seemed to say, I'm helping. FOOD REWARD now, dum-dum.

 

“Oh no no no.” Garatt sniffed back tears and went to push her away, realising only belatedly that this was going to hurt and pulling his hand back. “Don’t eat that.” He looked around, vaguely remembering swiping food from the Dining Hall earlier. Already it was ingrained that any food he tried to eat before needing to see M’ayen was going to come up before or after that meeting.


Probably it was somewhere under that pile of clothes he’d just dumped on his bed.


“Food after this,” he promised, lifting his voice slightly as though that might help.


Felix let out another pathetic noise, though privately it was a little quarrelsome. She was not thirsty. Conjuring water from his squishy FOOD balls was a neat trick, but it was also an incorrect one. If he were in her faire, which didn't exist and was rarely fantasized about, he would not receive even the most paltry of FOOD REWARDS for that. 


She hoisted herself up into something of a squat, wings stretching out, head stretching out, and scooted toward Garatt's hand, again making those pathetic little noises. He had told her not to eat food, and he had withdrawn his hand. Was there FOOD there? She could smell it with some certainty, something metallic and pulpy, and decided she needed to up the ante.


Felix snaked her way forward and went for the chest nuzzle, cuddling her not inconsequential bulk up against her new person. FOOD, she thought at him with a sweet croon, trying to make the image as impactful as a bullet from a sling. YOU ARE AS BEAUTIFUL AS FOOD. FEED ME NOW.


Something, everything, was probably lost in translation, and if Garatt picked up anything at all it was probably an endless gag reel of Felix herself eating in various poses and in various settings.


Garatt had been kneeling next to the bed, trying to stuff things into his bag without putting weight..anywhere that hurt. The unexpected push knocked him backwards slightly and automatically he went to sit back on his knees and promptly, immediately, pushed back up again with a quiet pained noise. Trying to sit was not in anyway going to be a good idea.


“Sorry,” he apologised to Felix, as though somehow that flare of pain might have offended her and sniffed again. Tears seemed ready to break out at the most inconvenient of moments of late. “You’re going to have to find someone else to feed you, you know. I’m sorry.”


Felix had the outward appearance of something listening very attentively to Garatt, but the reality was different. To her, he made a string of nonsense with his mouth parts, though one of the nonsense noises did sound vaguely like FOOD and that made her head lift hopefully. She hung draped along the edge of the bed, watching him, and made yet another sad little creeling cry. Deep cunning was going to be required here to retrieve her FOOD REWARD. She furiously wracked her tiny mind for ideas.


“I know, I know, I’m sorry.” Garatt reached for her with his good hand this time, because clearly she understood every word and was going to miss him too. Sadly he rubbed her head gently, trying to comfort her. “Asheran said there was someone you could go to -- I think her name was Tyme? Do you know a Tyme?”


No, no, it was time for food.


Putting aside her frustration at how her new person just failed to understand her at every turn, Felix preened under the head rub, because grooming was another sort of FOOD.


Then, with another flash of deep cunning, she turned her head - sniffing out the FOOD RECEPTACLE that her person kept feeding more things into. Perhaps, just perhaps, she could deceive him and burrow inside it, and eat all the FOOD within before he realised. All she needed now was a distraction.


FOOD, she projected at Garatt, along with the image thought of, well, a pile of delicious meat sitting outside his little candidate cubicle.


Garatt caught -- well, he caught something and went still, glancing at the door. “Is there someone outside?” he asked Felix in a low whisper. “Is that it?” Could be someone who’d catch him and stop him leaving. Could be M’ayen. Hastily he started to grab things on the cot, stuffing them randomly into his bag or -- where they wouldn’t fit -- back into his drawer. It wasn’t as though he was going to be here to be in trouble if it was untidy.


Luckily for Felix, this was also gradually uncovering the selection of food he’d swiped at dinner earlier.


Felix pounced on one of Garatt's discarded shirts, shredding into it to get at the FOOD beneath, and began to happily gorge herself. Original plan immediately forgotten, she congratulated herself on a con well executed. The FOOD REWARD was all hers, and she nosed under the clothes to get at it all, spreading it out across the cot, glorying in the mess.


She was so thrilled that she even made a half-hearted attempt at a song, like she had once heard (and forgotten) Melody use in greeting. It was…


Eeh.


Some of that - a lot of that - had been what Garatt had intended to take with him for the journey, but he didn’t have the heart to take it back from her. She would have to find food herself now after all, and at least it would stop her from following him.


“Listen,” he said, voice very serious, trying to get her attention again as he picked up his bag and pulled it over his shoulder. “I won’t be here any more, you hear? You need to find Tyme for food. FIND TYME.” He hesitated. Had it been Tyme? “Or-- or Asheran?” It was against the rules he knew, but he’d cheated and Asheran had somehow Impressed when forbidden. How much more trouble could they get into?


Find time? Felix had all the time in the world to loaf and eat and sleep and eat. It was paradise. So she cherruped an affirmative and buried herself in that one shredded shirt, choking down more FOOD with an obscene joy.


But then, with a tickle of familiarity: Asheran? Who? She paused, stretching her mind back eons to almost a whole seven-day and a half ago, and then she remembered. That weirdly shaped presence in her mind that was not FOOD but still sometimes conjured FOOD, and with that FOOD, affectionate FOOD THOUGHTS. She pinged that presence distractedly, then noted its location for later. Later, when the FOOD disappeared, and she would reappear in his life like she had never even been gone, then he would be so happy he would give her a FOOD REWARD.


Yes, that would be perfect.


Up the Chain of Command (jp: Cremsden, Cuylar)

Aaron
 

Cuylar rushed back to the Infirmary as fast as he could, resisting the temptation to ask Elphith to start contacting every dragonriding Healer in the weyr. Instead, he convinced her to start only with letting Kaith know that he would need to speak with K'ren soon.

((You never remember that the Master can hear me…))

[[It's not that I don't know. Any human can hear you if you speak to them. It's that if you're not right next to him, you'll have to speak at him anyway, and it seems rude to go over Kaith's head.]]

((Ah. Is that why you're going to tell the Healer first, instead of just going directly to the Master? The Healer already reminded you once today that you don't need permission any more.))

[[Cremsden is my shift senior, whether I could go to K'ren alone or not. So he at least deserves a chance to say whether he wants to be there.]]

((If you say so,)) Elphith shrugged as she landed near the Infirmary.

[[I'll be back soon. Please don't round up the whole weyr until after I inform K'ren.]]

((I promise nothing… Inform quickly.))

Cuylar ran to the door and then walked briskly back to the office. Best place to start looking, anyway.

Once he had tracked Cremsden down, Cuylar waved and started off immediately,

"He's gone. I spoke to Nayari, and now I'm going to tell K'ren – then there will be a search party. Do you want to come?"

“What-- gone?” Cremsden was on his feet immediately, reaching for his bag out of habit. “What do you mean..gone?”

"He's left. Not here anymore. R - u - n - n - o - f - t," Cuylar clarified rather helpfully. "We found his cot empty, and he was nowhere he was supposed to be. Took some firelizard with him or something."

“Faranth.” Well, that wasn’t good. Cremsden debated leaving his bag then held onto it anyway. You never knew.. “Any idea what prompted that?”

"I would bet it's whatever had him so agitated the night of the Hatching," said Cuylar. "But Nayari is rounding up all of the assistant candidatemasters to have a little conference, and she's asked me to get a mental image of him to K'ren and Kaith."

((Which I have already done,)) said Elphith. ((You are too slow.))

“Okay.” Cremsden started to move; Healers learned early that sometimes you couldn’t wait around to talk long. “I’ll see who I can stir up to come look. Should they come to you? Elphith can give pictures if they have dragons or firelizards I suppose.”

"That works," said Cuylar nodding. He was in "fixit" mode, so he, too, was not taking the time to fret. He had to act. "Thank you."


Re: Guess Where I Was Yesterday? (Attn: Dytha/Mendl)

Laurie
 

"I'll try. I can't promise anything though," Mendl said. She was still mulling over what Dytha said. "I think you're right about the gold ignoring her own needs. Shards, most mothers in birth ignore their needs in order to push the babies out. So it's not surprising. Not surprising at all."

She yawned, and grinned sheepishly at her friend. "I was so excited to tell you I didn't get breakfast. Or klah. I need a lot of klah this morning. Plus, I probably should report to Master Larsin."



On Tue, Sep 15, 2020 at 3:09 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
"I have wondered if in the heat of the moment, so to speak, that a gold potentially neglects or ignores her own wants or needs in favour of focusing on what she's doing. Even if potentially she needs a minute to have a small drink or take a short rest." Dytha's tone was thoughtful and it would be easy for her thoughts to turn into distraction and forget what she was doing. "If you're any sort of artist, I might have you do some sketches for me. Diagrams seem to be making things a lot easier to follow in the project I'm assembling."

On Mon, Sep 14, 2020 at 3:08 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
"That would have been helpful to have," Mendl said. "It was hot there, too. I'd had to send several bronzes out to bring her ice from the North. She needed water, and she was overheating. Plus, what she didn't eat/drink I used at the end to help bring the swelling down."  She thought for a moment.

"Might be something we want on hand. Always have ice brought in during a Clutching. Foreth went after the ice like a starving feline.Not all golds tell their riders if they need something." She shrugged. "Maybe even she didn't know."

On Sun, Sep 13, 2020 at 5:18 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Her friend's enthusiasm was a pleasure to see. Not many people would think of such a thing as practically an adventure. But then, Mendl was made of better stuff than some of the fluffy Apprentices they had that seemed to think Dragonhealing was a glamorous Craft. No, most of the time it was messy. And ugly. Dytha knew well enough what fed her friend's enthusiasm and it hadn't stopped the grin that unfolded on her face.

"Nice save," she commented with a chuckle. "I'm going to have to take notes from you to add to my Journeyman's project. I could use a section about observations from the time of clutching. Could lead to some insight about potential treatments to have on hand or whether it might be worth implementing a regime of encouraging a Gold to take in bone broth to keep up her strength. I've already drawn up some speculations that long delays between eggs could be attributed to internal muscle cramping from lack of nutrients. I imagine they burn through a lot of energy."

On Fri, Sep 11, 2020 at 1:18 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
"Yeah, that makes sense. And, when I helped with the Gilded Cage egg, boy did my hands get in there. As well as arms." She beamed. "But it was glorious! Just to be there! It might be the only time I get to help a queen with her eggs, and it was just so exciting." 

Realizing she sounded less than sympathetic, she dialed down her excitement. "I wouldn't wish that on any dragon, flit, canine, feline, whatever, though. It really was hard on her."

On Thu, Sep 10, 2020 at 5:08 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
"From what I understand, the dragons have uterine horns, not dissimilar to canines and the eggs develop along them," Dytha said. "I found a partial drawing in some of the old hides the Old Timers left behind." Of course, it wasn't as though they'd ever be able to take a look inside a dragon for themselves to confirm if that were true. But she had a needling suspicion that the Second Pass "scientists" - whatever they were - had had no such qualms.

"It seems to have a lot of similarities to canines in that respect. I've looked at some notes side by side. Much as a large pup can cause issues for a bitch, a large egg can cause issues for a gold - and causes a back up if not risk of serious complications if not remedied quickly. Beastcrafters have to get their hands in there so it makes sense that Dragonhealers might have to adopt a similar response in some situations."

On Thu, Aug 20, 2020 at 12:48 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Mendl wished she could give Dytha something to help her, but she knew there was only so much anyone could do. She was a couple Turns younger than her friend, so figured that anything that could be tried already had been tried. Though there were some of the medicinal plants from Old Sef...

"Fascinating. She gets really uncomfortable at first, and then pushes, just like a human would. But there are a bunch of them, and some are bigger than others so harder to push out. It didn't seem like it hurt...until the gold egg. But then, she was pretty exhausted by then."

On Wed, Aug 19, 2020 at 4:46 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
"Rather you than me, I think!" Dytha said with a laugh. "I always find myself feeling I need eyes in the back of my head whenever we do anything with the ranking dragons. Maybe that's why I like eggs so much!" She shifted in her seat a little, clearly trying to make herself comfortable and her face grimaced slightly, the only response to the family stab of pain that cheerfully told Dytha she had managed to pop another lesion open. She was soaking her feet tonight if it killed her. 

Mendl got a playful wrinkle of her nose in reply to her jest. "No, I didn't have visitors. R'bor is currently drowning in paperwork. Besides, I know how to deal with it. I don't like to see him worrying. That and I like swearing to myself when no one can hear me." The twinkle of good humour was tainted by the tiredness in her features, already it had been interfering with her sleep and reluctantly, she knew that soon she would have to speak to the Healers about getting her nightly dose of fellis tea.

"So go on then, what was it like to actually see a dragon laying?" 

On Sun, Aug 2, 2020 at 1:10 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
"Actually, no. I'm not going to go as far as to say Foreth likes me, but she seems to tolerate me better than any of the other apprentices." She shrugged. "Maybe she respects the fact that I'm not afraid of her? I don't know. All I know is, she asked for me!" Mendl did a little hop-skip at that.

"So, I got to watch. And wait. With the Weyrwoman. Which was kind of uncomfortable at first, but in the end, it really wasn't too bad." She felt bad for going on about her good luck, not dreaming that no one else would view it that way.  

"I'm sorry to hear your feet were bad. Did you have any visitors?" She waggled her brows.

On Tue, Jul 28, 2020 at 4:27 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Dytha frowned a little in mild confusion as though a sentence had been skipped somewhere. "Having trouble? You mean with the clutching?" She had known that Mendl had been assisting in the recovery of the gold's recent leg injury. Rather Mendl than her, to be honest. Something about Foreth made Dytha feel she needed eyes in the back of her head. Listening carefully to her friend, it took Dytha a moment to put it all together. "Wait, she asked for you to come to the Sands by name? Jumping flits, weren't you afraid you'd get eaten?!" Dytha chuckled with amusement but it was more influenced by the starstruck expression on her friend's face.

On Sat, Jul 25, 2020 at 3:24 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
"We-ell," Mendl said, drawing the word out, but she couldn't take it anymore. 

"Foreth was having trouble, and you know how I've been taking care of her leg? Well, she told Kassia--I mean, the Weyrwoman--that if any healer-types were going to be in there, it was to be me." She beamed. Not only did the most powerful dragon in the Weyr like her, she asked for her. Specifically. And Mendl was having trouble just getting over that little fact.

On Sat, Jul 25, 2020 at 5:29 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Immediately Dytha could tell that something was going on. With an expression of mild bemusement, she glanced at Mendl, her lips curling slowly. "Unfortunately I gave it a miss. Chose a night of feet up and some fellis tea over trying to dance." She turned in her seat to face the Candidate, saying nothing for a moment as she inspected the girl, taking in her entire demeanour. "However I get the distinct impression that you're not actually remotely interested in the party." It wasn't an accusation, not the way the blue eyes twinkled. "And you're bouncing like you've been swimming in klah. You don't bounce. Ever."

Of course, she could completely appreciate that it was entirely possible that the girl was just over the moon with the news and for a moment, Dytha almost wished that she had had that experience herself but quickly shushed it. It was like wondering what it was like to feel the sun on your face for the first time after already having gotten used to it for turns.

On Sat, Jul 25, 2020 at 12:33 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
"Oh, there you are!" Mendl chirped, peeking into the prep room. She'd already tried several others, but the dragon Infirmary wasn't that big.

Okay, it was. At least, the enclaves where they kept the sick dragons were. And the outside-facing rooms that dragons could come into, if need be. Inclement weather was a way of life and neither human nor draconic wanted to be looked at in the cold, or wind, or rain.

She bounced into the room and pulled up a seat. Since Mendle had never bounced, or chirped, in her life, anyone who knew her would know something was up. She grabbed a few small, empty jars and began filling them with powdered willowbark. "So," she said casually, "how was the party?"


On Fri, Jul 24, 2020 at 10:48 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
It was hard not to feel the undertones of excitement that were trickling about the Weyr. Even Ponth was curious, demanding to know how ONE gold could have TWO gold eggs. It just didn't happen! She had started shift early that morning and with her feet playing up, had been set to dispensing assorted treatments and salves into bottles and jars. That way she could keep the weight off her feet and still be doing something productive.

She was tucked in one of the small prep rooms off the Infirmary, carefully measuring out the amounts she needed and funnelling them carefully into the jars. Oddly, she found the astringent smell about her to be rather comforting, making a mental note to keep one of the jars of numbweed to one side to be signed out for herself. She wasn't quite at the point of needing her crutch, but the dull and constant ache in her legs was somewhat alleviated by not spending the day running around.

On Mon, Jul 20, 2020 at 11:47 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Mendl got back to the Candidate Barracks tired, dirty...and elated. She would happily miss every party in the future if she got to experience this type of thing every time. Imagine! She saw all of Foreth's eggs laid. She saw the two gold eggs! She got to hold (well, briefly) one of the two gold eggs. 

Granted, she wouldn't wish this on Foreth ever again, but, well, shards and shells! 

She went into the bathing pool in the Barracks to wash off the dirt and fluids. She felt so grubby, but she didn't care. 

The pool in the Candidate Barracks was always the perfect temperature, but when Mendl fell asleep and fell under the water, spluttering her way back to air, she decided it was time to sleep. Some candidates were quietly talking; some were still at the party. She just wanted to go to bed.

*****
The next morning, the first thing she did was seek out Dytha. Her friend had to be dying to know what Mendl experienced!



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Re: I'm working on something, something big (Dytha/Larsin)

Laurie
 

Larsin's eyes narrowed. "You're right. Rough flights happen. Flights that put your dragon and yourself in jeopardy do not." 

He pursed his lips, trying to think of how to get through to her without making her feel like she was being attacked again.

"I've seen bad flights. And I've seen abusive flights. You are the victim of an abusive flight, not a bad flight. A bad flight happens when it's someone's first time, or the dragons are over-enthusiastic. No. A bad flight doesn't put the green in danger of betweening." And he'd gone to see Ponth. She and Dytha had both been asleep, so he'd assessed Ponth from afar. Puncture wounds. Deep scratches. Even something that looked suspiciously like bruises. Bruises. On a dragon!

"You can play it off like it's nothing. Or you can come clean. But remember--if something happens to you, Ponth is gone. If something happens to Ponth..." He left that hanging.

"Now, what did you bring me?"



On Tue, Sep 15, 2020 at 3:08 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
She had begun to step forward, carefully setting the jars down on the desk when Larsin had spoken again and her head snapped up. She could feign ignorance but that would only annoy Larsin. She knew he wasn't an idiot. "Because I didn't want to make a fuss over nothing," she said tiredly. "These things can happen and making something out of means it sticks around and doesn't get moved on from." Confession time. Of sorts. "I haven't been flying with Ponth until recently. That bed rest I was put on a few months back? Was because I hurt myself trying not to fly with Ponth when she rose. It's taken a long time to start doing what I should have been and turning this into something sets all that back again."

Because already she could hear the tempting whispers that next time, next time, she could hide like she had done so many times before.

On Mon, Sep 14, 2020 at 3:01 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
"Yes, yes, I'm interested to see how this is going," Larsin said, "But first, when were you planning on telling me what happened to you?"

On Sat, Sep 12, 2020 at 7:09 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
As the door slowly opened, Dytha carefully shuffled in. Larsin had probably already spotted her about her Infirmary and realised that her feet were giving her trouble. "I'm sorry to bother you, sir. I was... hoping you were free to talk about my project a while. I've got some new ideas." For someone already ridiculously short, everything about her seemed to make her a bit smaller in the room. Maybe it was the unassuming posture that seemed to pull in on itself. Or the fact she was struggling to meet Larsin's eye.

On Sat, Sep 12, 2020 at 11:18 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
It had taken Larsin every bit of self-control he possessed to not go check on Dytha, not say something, act like everything was fine after Mendl had come to him with her concerns. He didn't want to break Mendl's confidence, even though Dytha probably wouldn't be all that upset about it. 

But if she came in to see him, all bets were off. Putting down his pencil, he leaned back in his seat.

"Yes Dytha? Come in."

On Sat, Sep 12, 2020 at 5:15 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
IC Date Reference: Set approximately 8.28.9.4

There was two reasons she had waited around a sevenday after the Hatching before she went to speak to Master Larsin. For one reason, it meant that the bruising around her face had almost completely faded, leaving only a hint of discoloration. Oblivious to the fact that Mendl had already spoken to him, Dytha didn't want to give her Master any cause to question her. Of all people, Larsin was someone she didn't know how well she would be able to hold herself together if needled. For the other, she had wanted to finalise some notes and put together some of the samples she had been working on before she went to speak with him.

If she got this right, Dytha knew that it meant her Journeyman's knots would be in the bag in a few turns' time. Providing it all went to plan. With a small document folder under one arm and a small bag secured by the other, Dytha had decided to forgo the crutch in favour of being able to navigate door handles. And besides, it would do her good to have something to distract her from H'lan accosting her in the tunnel a few nights earlier. Thank Faranth that other Healer had come around the corner when she had. That's all she could say.

With a deep intake of breath to steady herself, Dytha knocked sharply on her Master's office door. "Master Larsin? Are you there? It's Dytha,"

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Re: For Want Of A Horse Attn Tolfast

Laura Walker
 

It had always been a stupid plan. Runners were fast and they were big and none of them had any intention whatsoever of being caught, If Garatt, by some miracle, did get close they pushed past him to get to the other end of the field. He wasn't a trained BeastCrafter; he was a skinny fourteen turn old with a hurt hand and the picture in his head where his favourite runner just decided to let him climb on was never going to happen.

But getting caught? That was worse than failing. That would get him straight back to M'ayen, with more ammunition for the ACM to use as punishment. Garatt's breathing stuttered at that thought. He knew just how severe the ACM had been over cheating. For something like theft.. and runner theft at that..

He tried to run, seeing the man but not the wher in the dimly lit field. Desperation lent him a burst of speed, but that got him as far as the fence. The fence where he gripped it with both hands and tried to pull himself up and over, forgetting in his panic why he hadn't been using that plan. The flare of pain made him drop back with a yelp, cradling his hand.

On Fri, Sep 18, 2020 at 1:54 AM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
Tilly may have been a young green wher prone to playfulness and inattention, but she took her "job" as nightwatch very seriously. On a long tether that let her sit near the entrance to the stables without Tolfast at her side, her view of the surrounding beast pens was remarkably clear. Had the runner not screamed in alarm, it's likely she would have eventually detected the intruder's presence, but that shrill whinny alerted her immediately. 

{{Bad two-legs! Tilly see!}} She strained against her line, pointing like an arrow toward the field. {{Tilly catch!}}

Tolfast happened to be awake when he received the wher's message and abandoned the scrolls he had been reading before bed. Sleep rarely came easily to him. Leaping out of his armchair in response to this emergency, he wasted no time stuffing feet into his boots and racing out the door, everything else abandoned in the moment. Shep snored peacefully at the foot of his bed, undisturbed. 

Swiping a basket of glows from the wall, he made his way out across the stable yard casting long shadows as he went. Tilly was bouncing at the end of her tether when he approached, and he freed her to join him. One could never be sure what or who they would find. She raced ahead down the path that circled the pens, and Tolfast jogged to keep up. 

"Ho, who goes there?" He called, announcing himself as they neared the scattered runners. Tilly darted through the fencing, her keen eyes on the boy.

{{No take!}} She commanded, though her tiny stature was less intimidating than she would have liked. 


On Thu, Sep 17, 2020, 3:36 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
"Please don't make a noise."

Garatt knew exactly what field to head for, looking for his favourite runner. If they had moved her-- The worry gnawed at his stomach as he opened the gate, habit making him close it behind him. It would be awful it he didn't catch her and she got out anyway and to the dragons.

"Come on then, come on, girl, please."

It was dark and the runner, friendly enough by day, was not particularly keen on being approached by strange boys at night. She shied away as he approached.

Usually an orangeroot helped. But he hadn't brought an orangeroot.

"Please, girl. Please."

Garatt was moving slowly and stiffly. The runner was not. She let him get almost within grasping distance and then whinnied, a high alarm sound, and bolted past him to the other end of the field. Garatt followed, and tried not to cry. It was clear this plan had its faults.



--

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



--

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


Re: For Want Of A Horse Attn Tolfast

 

Tilly may have been a young green wher prone to playfulness and inattention, but she took her "job" as nightwatch very seriously. On a long tether that let her sit near the entrance to the stables without Tolfast at her side, her view of the surrounding beast pens was remarkably clear. Had the runner not screamed in alarm, it's likely she would have eventually detected the intruder's presence, but that shrill whinny alerted her immediately. 

{{Bad two-legs! Tilly see!}} She strained against her line, pointing like an arrow toward the field. {{Tilly catch!}}

Tolfast happened to be awake when he received the wher's message and abandoned the scrolls he had been reading before bed. Sleep rarely came easily to him. Leaping out of his armchair in response to this emergency, he wasted no time stuffing feet into his boots and racing out the door, everything else abandoned in the moment. Shep snored peacefully at the foot of his bed, undisturbed. 

Swiping a basket of glows from the wall, he made his way out across the stable yard casting long shadows as he went. Tilly was bouncing at the end of her tether when he approached, and he freed her to join him. One could never be sure what or who they would find. She raced ahead down the path that circled the pens, and Tolfast jogged to keep up. 

"Ho, who goes there?" He called, announcing himself as they neared the scattered runners. Tilly darted through the fencing, her keen eyes on the boy.

{{No take!}} She commanded, though her tiny stature was less intimidating than she would have liked. 


On Thu, Sep 17, 2020, 3:36 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
"Please don't make a noise."

Garatt knew exactly what field to head for, looking for his favourite runner. If they had moved her-- The worry gnawed at his stomach as he opened the gate, habit making him close it behind him. It would be awful it he didn't catch her and she got out anyway and to the dragons.

"Come on then, come on, girl, please."

It was dark and the runner, friendly enough by day, was not particularly keen on being approached by strange boys at night. She shied away as he approached.

Usually an orangeroot helped. But he hadn't brought an orangeroot.

"Please, girl. Please."

Garatt was moving slowly and stiffly. The runner was not. She let him get almost within grasping distance and then whinnied, a high alarm sound, and bolted past him to the other end of the field. Garatt followed, and tried not to cry. It was clear this plan had its faults.



--

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


For Want Of A Horse Attn Tolfast

Laura Walker
 

"Please don't make a noise."

Garatt knew exactly what field to head for, looking for his favourite runner. If they had moved her-- The worry gnawed at his stomach as he opened the gate, habit making him close it behind him. It would be awful it he didn't catch her and she got out anyway and to the dragons.

"Come on then, come on, girl, please."

It was dark and the runner, friendly enough by day, was not particularly keen on being approached by strange boys at night. She shied away as he approached.

Usually an orangeroot helped. But he hadn't brought an orangeroot.

"Please, girl. Please."

Garatt was moving slowly and stiffly. The runner was not. She let him get almost within grasping distance and then whinnied, a high alarm sound, and bolted past him to the other end of the field. Garatt followed, and tried not to cry. It was clear this plan had its faults.



--

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


Run For Home, Run As Fast, As I Can SA Garatt

Laura Walker
 

I have to go. I have to go NOW.

Everything hurt but right now pain was being over-ruled by panic, adrenalin keeping Garatt moving. If he just curled up on his cot and felt sorry for himself.. well then, M'ayen would find him still there tomorrow, and then, and then--

Don't think about it.

Garatt might not consider himself smart, but he didn't have to be to know that things were escalating. He didn't want to see the next step along the line of travel, didn't even want to consider it.

If you don't think about it, it won't happen.

Packing was a hasty affair, things thrown in a bag out of panic rather than out of any logical order. Felix was bribed with.. just about every piece of food he had left not to follow him. Probably he should have saved some of that food but he wasn't hungry and she had sounded so sad..

Can't go home. Where to go?

He could have gone to the Infirmary, to Cuylar, only last night Cuylar hadn't been there. It had been another Healer who had asked too many questions, none of them the right ones, and had tried to be kind but kept talking about the Hatching and the Sands in a way that suggested Garatt should be contributing to the conversation. Garatt had only been able to nod mutely, unable to turn the conversation to 'the ACMs think I helped break the rules and I didn't and they're going to hurt me'. If he walked back in and Cuylar wasn't there and it was that same Healer -- no. He'd probably go right to the Candidate Barracks and tell M'ayen where he was.

He'll tell my father if I go back.

Going back to the Hold was never going to be a pleasant business but it would still have been better than being hit. Going home if his father thought -- knew -- he was a cheat though. No. He wouldn't understand.

Auntie would understand.

Garatt wanted her suddenly, the woman who had been the pseudo-mother for most of his younger turns. She had always cared precious little for essays anyway. She would be far more concerned about the fact he was hurt than any alleged crimes. And Auntie's hold felt far more like home than home ever had.

Auntie is too far away.

Couldn't walk there, already had some distant part of his brain logging through his terror that walking was hurting and at some point pain was going to over-rule the need to keep moving. And it would take days and days to walk to Auntie's.

Could ride there.

Riding was going to..hurt. A lot. But.. but maybe if it was a shorter period than walking it might still be more tolerable. Maybe? He'd plastered on what was left of Lerian's ointment, shoving one hand down the back of his pants in an attempt to soothe the hurt skin. The coolness had helped briefly but that had quickly worn off.

If I took a runner, I'd get into trouble.

But really, how much more trouble could he get into right now? Acting more on instinct than real thought, Garatt turned towards the stable, limping quickly through the dimming light of the Weyr evening. Maybe it was late enough that no-one would be there. Maybe it could be okay.


Re: On my foot again (attn Zy'fen/Cuylar)

Aaron
 

Zy'fen nodded. "I'm no stranger to hard work. I know it won't be easy. But it'll be worth it. I won't be able to go everywhere I used to, though. Flying is off limits for me now, I think." He didn't sound as down about that as he might have before, but clearly still wasn't happy about it. "But first, can you take me somewhere to get  a real bath, instead of just a sponge down?"

"You bet," said Cuylar, and he obligingly began to help Zy'fen to the baths. His other duties were not so pressing that he could not help with this now. "No flying for now, maybe. But maybe not forever," he said.


Re: Who wants eggs {Fellan, Isirdux}

Kouga
 

Well, he was eager to see a flit egg up close, but at the same time, if they were being watched elsewhere, Isirdux didn't want to be getting in the way. And besides which, he'd get to see it soon enough, when it was given to him., right? He didn't need to pick out any specific egg, just having one given was enough.
"Any egg is fine," Isirdux said slowly and carefully.<<

Fellan considered the older male for a moment before shrugging it off
and pulling a scrap of hide from his pocket and writing out a note to
his Mama asking her to bring down one of Sharp's eggs for him. Rolling
up the note a mental image to Sharp had her make her way down his arm
and onto his stack of hides offering him her leg. He secured the note
before impressing on her the images of Rena and Hobath along with a
sense of urgency getting her to head off quickly. As soon as she
blinked out he resisted the urge to shudder, he didn't think he would
ever be used to not having one of them around now. Still now was not
the time, she would be back quickly or send him Storm he knew, but he
needed to be outside to meet Rena and 'Bath when they landed.

Clearing the slate again he wrote out a "Mama will bring one down with
her dragon, we'll meet them outside." and laid it to where the other
could read it to give Isirdux a moment to read it while Fellan cleared
up his mess of hides. Once he had them rolled up and secured he waved
the older boy to follow as he made his way out scribbling a "Done for
the day." on his slate that he held up for one of the Jm they passed
who barely paused enough to read it before waving him on. Fellan
ignored the usual treatment from the others, hooking his slate to his
belt, and his stick back into the pouch he had for it even as he
pulled out two leather cuffs from another pouch securing one to each
wrist where there were clearly tan lines, each holding five bells on
them.

It hadn't taken too long for them to get out to a place where a dragon
could land, but it had been enough. He paused his progress when Storm
appeared from between in front of him, glad for the blue's presence as
he let him lose some of the tension he had gotten from the breath
Sharp left, holding his hands up to the blue flit. It was as he looked
up though that he also noticed a familiar blue just coming down and
landing far enough away he wouldn't kick dust up onto him or the
candidate with him. He mentally reached out to Hobath hoping he was
listening even as he grinned moving towards the pair with a [[Hello
'Bath]] glancing back at Isirdux to make sure he was following, but as
always eager to be with his family and not exactly slow in moving to
met the blue and his rider.

Rena quickly spotted Fellan and the boy with him that Sharp had given
her the image of when she asked the gold why Fellan wanted an egg. She
was careful when she slid down Hobath's shoulder using one hand to
grip the rather fully carry bag she had over her shoulder. Once she
was on her feet she shifted the bag to a better position and moved
towards the two boys waving to them before starting to speak once she
was close enough. "::I guess you are why Fellan needed one of the
eggs?::" she questioned looking the unknown male over, as usual
anymore both speaking and signing at the same time, before really
taking in his knots "::A candidate then? How have you been coping?::"
she had to ask because she knew Fellan wouldn't think too. If his head
wasn't in a good place after the hatching he may not be able to bond
to the little hatching, so she had to ask.

ooc: sorry Rena's just gotta be worried for him for a moment make sure
he's ok~ish :)

*Kouga*

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Re: On my foot again (attn Zy'fen/Cuylar)

Amy Frazey
 

Zy'fen nodded. "I'm no stranger to hard work. I know it won't be easy. But it'll be worth it. I won't be able to go everywhere I used to, though. Flying is off limits for me now, I think." He didn't sound as down about that as he might have before, but clearly still wasn't happy about it. "But first, can you take me somewhere to get  a real bath, instead of just a sponge down?"


Re: Who wants eggs {Fellan, Isirdux}

Jerzy Tobin
 

At the nod Fellan offered the other male a grin before clearing his slate and writing again "There are three eggs left. Did you want to go see them? Or would you just like any one?" he questioned ignoring the way Sharp was watching the other boy and hunkering down on his shoulder though also glad that the candidate didn't seem to mind having to read. The other one who had come by didn't seem to mind either and it really was nice to find people who didn't mind his 'issue'.
Well, he was eager to see a flit egg up close, but at the same time,
if they were being watched elsewhere, Isirdux didn't want to be
getting in the way. And besides which, he'd get to see it soon
enough, when it was given to him., right? He didn't need to pick out
any specific egg, just having one given was enough.

"Any egg is fine," Isirdux said slowly and carefully.

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

Whizzy: Jerzy
Aim: Yue146


Word Travels Fast JP Kassia/N'shen

sailyn2
 

Secrets rarely kept long in a Weyr, especially when you had dragons and they gossiped. Or watched who came and went. Foreth was sitting in her favorite spot in the lake when she spotted a familiar dragon.


((Mine, *he’s* here,)) she grunted into her lifemate’s mind and sent an image of Floran.


“Feck it,” Kassia said out loud. She was currently laid out on her couch with a headache.


((Ask Truenoth what’s going on,)) Kassia said. She knew she’d get better information from that Weyrleader than Talith.


((Who is here?)) Truenoth asked as he lifted his head instinctively. He lowered it again as he remembered he would see nothing. ((Him? Ah, him. N'shen is working on the investigation. The Other One has told him nothing of this arrival.))


Kassia put her hand to her head in frustration. ((I need to know more. I need to know what’s going on. I can’t be there.)) She hated that she was supposed to be recuperating. She wanted to be out doing her work, but the healers and her body said ‘no’.


((Do not worry,)) Truenoth said soothingly to Foreth. ((N'shen will go to the Other One and find out what High Reaches wants.))


((Talith,)) Truenoth said to the brown. ((N'shen goes to meet with your rider. Will you please tell him N'shen comes?))


Talith made a grumbling noise for a moment, roused from the doze he seemed to be in almost constantly at the moment but raised his head to address his rider.


((Wait,)) he warned abruptly to both Truenoth and Foreth. ((Trouble. He’s trying to handle it.))


((It is N'shen's job to deal with trouble as much as it is your rider's, is it not?)) Truenoth asked. ((Let him help.))


((I still want to know what’s happening,)) Foreth demanded with a huff.


((He says right now, friendship is about the only tool he’s got. Let him handle it. Please.)) Talith sounded worried but also crisper, more himself. ((They want a Conclave. He’ll talk to you afterwards.))


((N'shen will trust the Other One,)) Truenoth reported to Talith and to Foreth. ((Shall he come to see the Weyrwoman?))


((Mine says he better,)) Foreth snapped. Her tail was lashing. She didn’t like being a messenger. She was in a bad mood and she was unhappy that Kassia was injured. A bad combination.


Talith huffed. ((Mine says to come to his office the moment F’loran is gone,)) he said, and curled back up on the sands. ((I’m going back to sleep.))


((Thank you, Talith,)) said Truenoth with a bit of a mental hug in his tone.


And as soon as he could get there, N'shen was knocking on Kassia's door.


"Kass?" he called in. "It's me." She was very clearly upset, so he meant to be as accommodating as possible for the time being.


Foreth’s response to Talith was less charitable. As was Kassia’s as she sat on her couch rather than demanding to be apart of the audience.


“Come in!” she yelled and not just to be heard.


N'shen entered calmly, and he wore a confident yet kindly expression. He had every right to be there, but he was also there to comfort and to help.


"I'm making some progress on the investigation," he said, thinking that some amount of ‘good news’, such as it was, might help disarm Kassia.


“Did you not warrant a visit from the High Reaches’ Weyrleader either?” she bit out, her good fist balled. “What the feck is R’tal doing leaving me out?” If she’d heard his ‘good news’ it’d gone over her head.


"R'tal has a pre-existing relationship with F'loran," said N'shen. "He says… well, I don't know whether you heard. But it sounds like he's here to warn us of what the other weyrs are planning. He said F'loran said they want a Conclave."


It did sting that he was being left out – it stung every time he heard that some meeting or decision had been held or made without him, but he was as wary of making himself sound like a whining child as he was of being disrespected.


"If he's here to warn us of something we shouldn't know, it should be best if it looks like he had some other reason to be here. And if we're all in on the meeting, that gets harder."


Shells, it felt heavy carrying all that weight for R'tal. He would not have to be making these excuses if R'tal had just said these things to them to begin with.


“It’s not like I’ve never met F’loran,” Kassia said. She rolled her eyes. “Obviously he’s here to talk about a Conclave which is Why. I. Should. Be. There. And the fact that he’s here at all means something. And he didn’t just make it so that I’d talk to him afterwards, he made it so that presumably just you were to talk to him rather than both of us.” It was very rare that Kassia went to R’tal’s office rather than the other way.


"Do you trust me?" N'shen asked. It was partly rhetorical, but he also really wanted to know. It seemed that she had more than a little difficulty trusting R'tal, but N'shen was going to contribute anything of value to the office, this seemed like it had to be it. He had already failed in so many other ways, this and the investigation.


The words were like a slap in the face and brought her back to the present. “What? Of course I do. Why would you think otherwise?”


"I'll make sure that your interests are heard when I see R'tal. And then I'll tell you what he tells me," said N'shen. "He can't avoid talking to you about this forever. But you also need to avoid whatever stress we can possibly take care of, because of the babies." He sighed.


"Look, I don't know if I'm getting across what I want to say here, but this is the gist of it – since you trust me, let me help you."


“I trust you, but it’s not the same thing as being there,” Kassia said. “The rest of the Weyrs need to know Arolos still has a Weyrwoman whether I’m supposed to be avoiding stress or not.”


Her head was starting to hurt again, but she ignored it. No need to prove him right. No need for him to know that half her problem was being stuck on the couch with nothing to do and no one to keep in line.


"We won't go to a Conclave without you, and we won't leave you unprepared," said N'shen. "I won't. This isn't the Conclave. It's just R'tal and me deciding what the Weyrleader of Arolos is going to do." He pushed the thought down in his own head that this was a generous description of what their meeting would be like. But R'tal knew better how to be a weyrleader than he did. Much better. And N'shen did not want any appearance of division between them, either.


“It’s R’tal trying to make deals with F’loran is what it is,” Kassia said. “Every time that fecking man comes into my Weyr I get left out. He’s here far too often for my tastes. You were left out. You should be mad about that, too.” Apparently Kassia was in a mood to not care as much if there was a division. Sitting alone in her weyr wasn’t doing her favors.


"Maybe," said N'shen. "But for know, R'tal asked me to trust him. So I will. And then after I talk to him, I can decide whether it was misplaced or not." He sighed. "We're leaving him out now, aren't we? There will always be times when one or the other of us isn't going to be there. But I will protect your interests as well as mine. Because that's my job. And because you're my friend."


It was harder for Kassia to fight against the comment about him being her friend because he was one of her few friends and he'd been friends with her before he’d become Weyrleader. She trusted him. And she trusted R’tal, for the most part. But she didn’t trust the situation. But the ‘friend’ part momentarily disarmed her.


“Yeah, fine,” she said, clearly not happy but not wanting to keep fighting. For the moment. She did want to hit things though.


"Would another massage help?" asked N'shen. Being Weyrwoman was stressful enough. Add everything Kassia was dealing with on top of it? A little help unwinding might not go amiss.


“I guess it’s better than punching things,” she admitted grudgingly. “I don’t care what anyone says, I’m getting out and doing my job after this. I’m useless sitting here.”


"You're not useless to the babies," said N'shen as he started in on the massage. He had a bit more practice at this by then with two pregnant women in his life. "And you're not as useless to the weyr as you feel. Truenoth most certainly commiserates with you being stuck, though."


“That’s true.” She sounded a bit more sympathetic there.


((*He* left,)) Foreth snorted.


“Time to go.” So much for the massage.


She pulled from his hands and struggled to her feet ready to join N’shen to R’tal’s office. Her mouth twisted at that.


"Are you coming along, anyway, then?" N'shen asked as he cracked his knuckles. He had thought they talked through it… but Kassia was going to do what Kassia was going to do. R'tal had not said to come alone.


Honestly, standing to go had been automatic, but now that she did she was committed. Better than laying around anyway. Maybe. “I’m up now,” she said, holding out her arm for him to take.


That R’tal had three glasses on his desk when they came in seemed to indicate that he’d expected them to both come in any case. That he was busy filling them with best High Reaches brandy - with a literal crate of it behind the desk - suggested he’d either forgotten Kassia was pregnant or stopped thinking it was going to matter.


“Here.” And he nudged the glasses at them, completely oblivious to Kassia’s dark thoughts. “You’ll need it.” Judging by the level in the bottle it wouldn’t be his first either.”


N'shen glared at R'tal – he had not forgotten that Kassia was pregnant. "Do you have any juice back there? Or have you found yourself a new Shalia yet?" he asked.


Kassia didn’t wait to take a seat. Her weyr wasn’t exactly close to the Weyr offices and she was starting to feel her pregnancy.


“Juice would be nice,” she agreed, though she eyed the full glass whether she liked the contents generally or not. “And I assume the meeting went about as well as I expect.”


“...Crap.” R’tal had forgotten. He stared at the glasses a minute, clearly perplexed. “Margana’s still down at the Sands.” And he hadn’t been in his office in sevendays long enough to both stocking it. “I can ask the guards?” He really needed a new Shalia. One who was not a guard.


"By all means," said N'shen. If it were him R'tal had forgotten, he would have just waved his hand and said not to worry about it, but Kassia… N'shen was certain Kassia needed to be remembered just then. "I don't mind waiting to get started drinking – even if Kassia's right."


“This isn’t going to be fun.” Kassia shrugged as if it weren’t anything major, but she knew it was. Maybe she couldn’t have alcohol in her hand, but she could at least have something in her hand and truth be told she wasn’t taking as good care of herself as she was supposed to again, mostly because it was difficult and inconvenient.


“Do we need food too?” That question was addressed mostly to Kassia. “Sorry, I keep forgetting I have no people up here right now.” And Faranth knew how long ‘right now’ was going to be. As long as it took for Talith not to need eyepads maybe.


N'shen looked to Kassia as well – he could wait, but he was not pregnant. And if he had to go fetch the food himself, he would, but he preferred to avoid playing the part of the junior partner.


“Probably a good idea,” she said grudgingly. 


“Right, hang on.” R’tal stuck his head out the door. Apparently his guard had taken to carting around one of the trainees with them for precisely this reason because the kid went haring off a moment later. “There. It should be five minutes or so.” Meanwhile he picked his own glass back up, as much to have something to hide behind as anything. “Right, so, good news or bad news first?”


"Get the bad out of the way," said N'shen. "Fate willing, it's nothing worse than what Talith already told us." He folded his arms and steeled himself, wishing for the five minutes to pass quickly so he could at least enjoy F'loran's brandy.


“Conclave in two to three days. Plan is to turn up without warning us to take us on the hop. And they want to inspect the Hatching Caverns so we need to make it look inaccessible. And F’loran already kindly told me that I look like I’m having a quiet breakdown so please, you two, look incredibly competent because while he’s mostly on our side I don’t need him to have doubts in his head that we’re coping.” There probably wasn’t much in the world that could have stopped him taking a drink of the brandy at that even if Kass did have to wait. “Good news is they don’t consider us to be going rogue. Yet.”


Kassia looked at N’shen. “Well, at least one of us can manage to look like we’re competent.” She looked back at R’tal. “I need people to stop telling me to take it easy before I can try to manage that one.” At least her headaches weren’t as bad as they’d been previously. 


"What grounds do they possibly think they can have to worry that we might be ‘going rogue’?" N'shen scowled. He had not expected that they would be so brazen as to show up to ambush them. Especially not if they did not consider them ‘rogue’. He had half a mind to tell them all where they could stick their Conclave, but that was not what Arolos needed.


“Precedent. Fort. Ista. Shells, even High Reaches though I wouldn’t say that to F’loran’s face.” R’tal gestured with his glass. “Apparently anyone showing signs of trying to shut the other Weyrs out makes them all nervous now. And Ista wants someone else to look like they’re in trouble rather than them because Ista is still a fecking nest of sharding rabid tunnelsnakes.” It might have been at least a couple of glasses of brandy before Kassia and N’shen got there.


“We were the ones attacked,” Kassia said as if she didn’t already know that logic didn’t play into it. “Basically the other Weyrs like to look for a reason to jump on any Weyr that suffers from any issue like a wild, staring wher.” She really, really wanted that drink.


"I agree. They're hardly concerned for what's going on here. Hardly, except for F'loran, anyway. They're not welcome to come snooping around here; they have no cause, no right. If we have the two days, we should make sure it seems we were in the process of preparing to invite them so we could warn them to increase their security. I want them to feel like incomparable assholes for daring this." N'shen was fuming and had begun to pace and gesticulate.


“I like that,” R’tal said thoughtfully. “Kass, how pregnant can you look? Do you have dresses that make you look, I don’t know, more pregnant?” He mimed a swelling belly as though hers was not already swelled enough. 


Kassia shot him a look but nodded. “I can come up with something. I mean, with twins in here I’m looking more pregnant than I already would. And depending on your angle, my arm might help the whole not being able to go anywhere look.”


"I'll have something to report, maybe I can draft part of a document," N'shen sighed. "I've made a search of the Hatching Cavern with your guard with the wher, Kassia – Kodah? They won't lack for certainty that I'm making progress toward finding out who they should be wary of… I've also made plans with Ko'ssen and Andronda to question A'shran, the boy who Impressed around his Sands ban."


They would remember the names, but better to be thorough. Just in case.


“F’loran reckons they’re less after concrete information on what we’ve done at this point and more ensuring we’re doing something and checking  how much their Weyrs are at risk.” R’tal subsided a little from his initial temper. “Except now we’ve waited this long they’re convinced we’re hiding something. Which we are.”


"A recovering Weyrwoman isn't reason enough?" Said Weyrwoman asked. "Sure, I'll be fine and pregnant when the time comes, but a few days to recover is reasonable before being besieged."


"It seems a fair reason to me, and beyond that, we had a death and two serious injuries among our Candidates at this Hatching. Things are more than a little hectic here – enough that they never would have otherwise questioned us not being ready to invite the world over for tea and klah and glazed biscuits the next day." N'shen huffed and finally just downed the brandy in one shot.


"Didn't you say you had some good news?" he asked. "Let me guess – it was the brandy."


“No, that was the part where we’re not yet going rogue. The brandy is blood money so I didn’t tell him to feck off the minute he mentioned the word Conclave,” R’tal admitted, and glanced at N’shen with a touch of apology. “Sorry to send you away. Things were already a bit fraught. I didn’t want him thinking I was hiding behind you because I couldn’t cope.”


"And here I thought it was because he told you he didn't like me after the last time," said N'shen with a hint of a smile to show he was joking.


Although…


"So where did you leave us?" Kassia asked just as there was a knock. She looked around expectantly for someone to bring her drink and food.


N'shen answered the door, and he took the food and drink to bring to Kassia, apparently not as worried about looking the junior partner as he thought. She was pregnant with his child, anyway. Perhaps even two of his children!


R’tal sighed, kicking at the leg of his desk like a frustrated Weyrling. “They’re arriving in two days, maybe three. I tried to plead for more but apparently it was all he could do to stop Ista pushing for before Hatching. We’re to look surprised. And incredibly competent obviously.”


"Do I look competent, because other than dressing up I'm at about where I'm going to be," Kassia said.




"You look exactly like they should expect a pregnant woman who was just bloody exploded to look," said N'shen. "Though it surely won't hurt if you play that up for them, too. Injured and pregnant is something they should all be able to relate to. I think I could mention my own pregnant weyrmate on top of it all. And despite all that, we'll be the picture of hospitality. We can make sure the conference room is ready. And we should have… well, we can make sure we have the food on hand. Enough to believe we were planning to invite them soon. Nothing fancy, since they just dropped in. The good stuff won't arrive until tomorrow, wish you'd have waited. Feh."


“We need to look confident. Apparently I look defensive.” R’tal grimaced, and scrubbed a hand through his hair as though to straighten it. To be fair to F’loran he did have a touch of that haven’t-actually-slept-in-a-sevenday look about him.


"I suppose looking pissed isn't looking confident," Kass said with a wave of her hand. Then she reached for a drink.


R’tal laughed at that. “Actually he said that if one glass was what it took to look relaxed and I could hide the smell, do it.” He made a face at himself. “I’m too bloody twitchy is the problem, but I can’t stand the idea of them sniffing over Talith like a bunch of starving wherries.” 


The fact Kassia was reaching for the brandy went unmentioned. One drink surely couldn’t hurt.


N'shen nonchalantly grabbed the brandy and replaced it with the juice. One drink would most definitely hurt.


"The Sands can be made inaccessible. Ongoing investigation, no one permitted inside lest the evidence be contaminated," he said. It was actually mostly the truth. They would just omit the fact that the two blinded dragons were also hiding inside.


"Do you think they'll be okay with that?" Kassia asked R'tal. She was less than convinced as she took a sip of her juice.


R’tal shrugged. “It’s that or tell them that it could collapse on them or blow up again at any time,” he said. “Though I swear to Faranth there’s days I’d like to drop a rock or two on a few of them.”


"That can be part of the excuse," said N'shen. "But we'd need to be prepared to tell them that this was part of why we didn't allow families in and such. To minimize the risk if the caverns collapsed. We obviously couldn't have moved the eggs… not all of them."


"I'm okay with that," Kassia said. "I can play competent pregnant Weyrwoman as long as my headaches aren't too bad." At least whatever K'ren had ordered for her had been working.


Re: On my foot again (attn Zy'fen/Cuylar)

Aaron
 

Zy'fen nodded again when Cuylar offered to help him stand, and pushed his uneasiness away. ((This will be hard work, Nerry.)) He put an arm around Cuylar's shoulder, then heaved himself to his foot with the other man's help.

For a moment, his head spun, and he almost lost his balance, but managed to stay upright by leaning on Cuylar a bit. "Well, that's the first step, right?"

"The first one can often be the hardest," said Cuylar. He smiled and helped Zy'fen get balanced on the crutches. "It'll take some work, but before you know it, you'll be strong enough to get anywhere you could before."


Re: On my foot again (attn Zy'fen/Cuylar)

Amy Frazey
 

Zy'fen knew he'd let the sudden change in his life get him down, but now he was done with that. Nerenth needed him, and he was more than ready.

So when Cuylar -Zy has to think hard to recall the Healer's name- smiled and rushed to bring him a pair of crutches,  Zy'fen nodded his gratitude, though he wasn't quite up to smiling just yet.

{{It's about time you got up.}} Nerenth had to add his opinion, though the thought was colored with approval and relief. {{Now things can at least somewhat go back to normal.}} It wasn't hard to tell that the brown dragon was more than happy to see His rider climbing out of the hole of apathy and depression.

Zy'fen nodded again when Cuylar offered to help him stand, and pushed his uneasiness away. ((This will be hard work, Nerry.)) He put an arm around Cuylar's shoulder, then heaved himself to his foot with the other man's help.

For a moment, his head spun, and he almost lost his balance, but managed to stay upright by leaning on Cuylar a bit. "Well, that's the first step, right?"


Re: Trying to be Subtle atten: Tamalack/Kalain

sailyn2
 

Kalain pulled back. "I don't want to risk Sleek or Chato. Sleek seems a bit better, but I'm sure that won't last." He let go and ran his hand through his hair. "We can wait...I can wait...If...if we still want to do this when they're older..."

The sentence trailed off and this time Sleek whined at Kalain's feelings.

~~Tam not leave 'Lain~~


Re: This will have been worth the wait (Tyne/R'zzon)

Nutmeg
 

As they took to the couch to gaze at the window to the Lake that sat right in front of them, the kiss was warm and genuine. For a moment that stood still in time, Tyne felt the world slow and blur around her the way it always did with R'zzon, swirling into a blend of colour and the heated swirl of emotion of everything good. Even as their lips parted, she remained pressed to him, her forehead against his own as her palms caressed the rough stubble on his jaw. Her ears rang as he spoke, threatening to drown out the rest of the world. There had been many small endearments between them, many soft gestures of affection. But for the first time, he had said that.

The swell of emotion in her chest threatened to rip her in two, a sensation of a rising wave that wanted to engulf her but... strangely... it was tempered with calm. The dark eyes that couldn't hide a secret if they tried found his own and they brimmed with a deep warmth. "R'zzon..." she breathed, "Shells... I think... I think I've been waiting for you to say it first. Just I knew. So I could be sure..." This time, she initiated the kiss and its intensity said far more than words. "... I love you too. I know I do. I... think I have for longer than I knew."

On Tue, Sep 15, 2020 at 4:48 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
"I remember coming upon the two of you, talking. I remember being surprised. I don't remember anyone else around." He stepped back from the painting, also lost in the colors. "He captured both of you so...real. And...I love it."

Panagath stuck his head through the Weyr door from outside. {{I like it,}} he said, eyes whirling blue-green. {{I like it a lot.}}

R'zzon led Tyne back to the couch, where they could all look at it. He took his eyes off for a moment to kiss her deeply. "I love it. And I love you,}} he said.

On Mon, Sep 14, 2020 at 4:20 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Leaving their dinner to simmer on the comandeered klah stove, Tyne had poured two glasses of wine, setting one on a low table for R'zzon and taking the other for herself to the couch as she curled up in the corner and waited. It had clearly delighted her to see the manner in which R'zzon pounced the package, pulling away the paper and strings that covered it. When it was finally uncovered, even she had momentarily been lost in a sea of colours, her dark brown eyes widening a little.

The canvas was reasonably large, approximately one yard square and what Fenlyn had captured wasn't what she had idly imagined could have been his choice from the sketches he had shown her. But at the same time... she wasn't surprised. And she remembered that moment. The whole piece was light, and colourful, projecting a feeling of deep intimacy and quiet calm. It was clearly the Lake but with a little artistic licence to play with the lighting in the background. And there, right in the middle was an image of herself captured in deep and animated conversation with Panagath. The blue's head was swung towards her, clearly paying attention to what was being said. There were no sombre undertones and even from the slight distance, as though captured through the eyes of a passerby, it was clear that Tyne was relaxed and lucid, even smiling slightly and whatever she was telling Panagath, she seemed enthusiastic and happy.

Getting quietly to her feet, Tyne slipped an arm around R'zzon's waist, feeling the warmth from his skin through his shirt as she pressed gently against his side. "I didn't know he'd picked that one," she said quietly, her eyes captured by the canvas. But she didn't seem remotely upset by that fact. Because she remembered that day. That moment. That conversation. And it was a good memory.


On Mon, Sep 14, 2020 at 3:29 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Truth be told, R'zzon wanted to tear into the package that minute, but he did want to get cleaned up. "Let me go change first, then I'll open it," he said, kissing her on the forehead.

Several minutes later he came back and gleefully tore open the package. On the one hand he would have liked to savor the moment, but he could see the anticipation on Tyne's face, and the pleasure she got out of his eagerness.

Painting fully opened, he stepped back and stared at it. "Oh, Tyne," he said, his voice husky with emotion

On Sun, Sep 13, 2020 at 5:45 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
As soon as the bluerider walked in, it was as though a light had been turned on inside Tyne. She seemed to glow from top to bottom and the huge smile touched her entire face. Even her eyes. Wiping her hands on the apron she was wearing, Tyne stepped lightly across the room and slid her hands behind her waist. He had the distinct aroma of someone who had just been working very hard in flight leathers and it was a familiar scent that over time, she had remembered was one she was allowed to like. Pressing her lips gently to his cheek, Tyne's eyes held a glimmer of mischief. "Present. You can open it after you wash up, dinner will take a little while yet. Or you could give in to curiosity and open it now." Part of her wanted to make him wait, another part wanted to see the canvas in the next second.

"Dinner" was nothing extravagant. But was going to be hearty and most importantly, comforting. She had comandeered R'zzon's klah stove into a makeshift oven on which a pot was bubbling. She had put together a soup with chunky vegetables and several different types of fish including smoked yellowfish, whitefish and some of the shelled curlfish that the kitchens had been happy to deskin and vein for her before she had collected. All served up in a creamy, flavourful broth that would be served with thickly buttered slices of bread made fresh that afternoon. No, nothing special. But was the sort of meal that just... seemed to make everything feel a bit better. 

On Sat, Sep 12, 2020 at 9:57 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Drills were over, and for a moment, R'zzon was disappointed. Drills were familiar. They were routine. Nothing bad happened during drills, rather, they were a constant that could be relied upon.

But, Tyne was going to be at his weyr tonight. She was welcome at any time, of course, but it made him happy to know she would be there. It was something he could easily get used to.

{{Me too,}} Panagath said brightly. 

It was nice that she and his dragon got on so well. Weird, but nice. Pan had never taken to anyone else he'd slept with...

{{Because they weren't going to last,}} the blue said. He landed on his ledge and R'zzon unfastened their straps. He wanted nothing more than to go see Tyne, but he also was not about to leave the straps just laying about, or Panagath's ledge messy. No, that was how one ended up hurt, or dead. He remembered the tale during Weyrling classes of people who left their straps lying around, then getting their feet tangled up in them and falling to their deaths. It could have been a story made up by the Weyrlingmasters, but it didn't matter. If someone thought of it, it could happen.

Soon, but not soon enough for him he entered his weyr. "Mm, something smells good," he said, then stopped. "What's that?" he asked, nodding at the package.

On Thu, Sep 10, 2020 at 6:16 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
IC Date Reference: Set approximately 4-5 days post hatching. Approximately IC date 8.28.9.2.

She had actually received the parcel from Harper Fenlyn several days before the explosion that had rocked the Caverns. Initially there had been all sorts of ideas as to how to present it to the Bluerider but they had gone on the backburner as the dragons keened. Desperate to escape the clawing tension in her mind, Tyne had spent several days throwing herself into the final work that the firelizard clinic needed before it could be opened to the Weyr's denizens. It had been a much needed distraction.

When the Hatching had finally come, they had sat there in the middle of the night, watching the dark shadows on the dimly lit Sands as disaster after disaster seemed to ensue. And all it did was fulfill the prophecy in her mind that the twin golds were nothing more than an omen of ill portent. As the screams of the blood-covered Candidate had rung around the Caverns as the Healers half carried her down the tunnels, it had been hard to stop her thoughts ricocheting to the parallels that she tried to conjure up in her own memory. Ironically, it was the girl who stuck in her thoughts far more than the poor boy who was ripped to pieces in front of their eyes.

It was clear that the Hatching had affected her and Tyne had been quiet and sombre in the immediate aftermath. But as the churning emotions settled, Tyne had turned her thoughts back towards the good things she had in her life. And after days of what seemed like endless sorrow, it felt as though now was the perfect time. 

She hadn't seen the finished piece herself but some preliminary sketches. The truth was, she couldn't wait to see it herself. She had every faith that what had been created would be something spectacular. So, Tyne had casually asked if R'zzon would like to have dinner at his weyr and if he would mind her letting herself in early whilst he was at wing drills so she could prepare it. Of course. part of that letting herself in early also involved carefully setting the large square package in the corner of his sitting area where the bluerider would spot it the moment he walked in. And as if there were nothing unusual going on, she had busied herself about with preparing their meal.

OoC: Hope you don't mind me setting this one up :)

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Re: Guess Where I Was Yesterday? (Attn: Dytha/Mendl)

Nutmeg
 

"I have wondered if in the heat of the moment, so to speak, that a gold potentially neglects or ignores her own wants or needs in favour of focusing on what she's doing. Even if potentially she needs a minute to have a small drink or take a short rest." Dytha's tone was thoughtful and it would be easy for her thoughts to turn into distraction and forget what she was doing. "If you're any sort of artist, I might have you do some sketches for me. Diagrams seem to be making things a lot easier to follow in the project I'm assembling."


On Mon, Sep 14, 2020 at 3:08 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
"That would have been helpful to have," Mendl said. "It was hot there, too. I'd had to send several bronzes out to bring her ice from the North. She needed water, and she was overheating. Plus, what she didn't eat/drink I used at the end to help bring the swelling down."  She thought for a moment.

"Might be something we want on hand. Always have ice brought in during a Clutching. Foreth went after the ice like a starving feline.Not all golds tell their riders if they need something." She shrugged. "Maybe even she didn't know."

On Sun, Sep 13, 2020 at 5:18 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Her friend's enthusiasm was a pleasure to see. Not many people would think of such a thing as practically an adventure. But then, Mendl was made of better stuff than some of the fluffy Apprentices they had that seemed to think Dragonhealing was a glamorous Craft. No, most of the time it was messy. And ugly. Dytha knew well enough what fed her friend's enthusiasm and it hadn't stopped the grin that unfolded on her face.

"Nice save," she commented with a chuckle. "I'm going to have to take notes from you to add to my Journeyman's project. I could use a section about observations from the time of clutching. Could lead to some insight about potential treatments to have on hand or whether it might be worth implementing a regime of encouraging a Gold to take in bone broth to keep up her strength. I've already drawn up some speculations that long delays between eggs could be attributed to internal muscle cramping from lack of nutrients. I imagine they burn through a lot of energy."

On Fri, Sep 11, 2020 at 1:18 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
"Yeah, that makes sense. And, when I helped with the Gilded Cage egg, boy did my hands get in there. As well as arms." She beamed. "But it was glorious! Just to be there! It might be the only time I get to help a queen with her eggs, and it was just so exciting." 

Realizing she sounded less than sympathetic, she dialed down her excitement. "I wouldn't wish that on any dragon, flit, canine, feline, whatever, though. It really was hard on her."

On Thu, Sep 10, 2020 at 5:08 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
"From what I understand, the dragons have uterine horns, not dissimilar to canines and the eggs develop along them," Dytha said. "I found a partial drawing in some of the old hides the Old Timers left behind." Of course, it wasn't as though they'd ever be able to take a look inside a dragon for themselves to confirm if that were true. But she had a needling suspicion that the Second Pass "scientists" - whatever they were - had had no such qualms.

"It seems to have a lot of similarities to canines in that respect. I've looked at some notes side by side. Much as a large pup can cause issues for a bitch, a large egg can cause issues for a gold - and causes a back up if not risk of serious complications if not remedied quickly. Beastcrafters have to get their hands in there so it makes sense that Dragonhealers might have to adopt a similar response in some situations."

On Thu, Aug 20, 2020 at 12:48 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Mendl wished she could give Dytha something to help her, but she knew there was only so much anyone could do. She was a couple Turns younger than her friend, so figured that anything that could be tried already had been tried. Though there were some of the medicinal plants from Old Sef...

"Fascinating. She gets really uncomfortable at first, and then pushes, just like a human would. But there are a bunch of them, and some are bigger than others so harder to push out. It didn't seem like it hurt...until the gold egg. But then, she was pretty exhausted by then."

On Wed, Aug 19, 2020 at 4:46 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
"Rather you than me, I think!" Dytha said with a laugh. "I always find myself feeling I need eyes in the back of my head whenever we do anything with the ranking dragons. Maybe that's why I like eggs so much!" She shifted in her seat a little, clearly trying to make herself comfortable and her face grimaced slightly, the only response to the family stab of pain that cheerfully told Dytha she had managed to pop another lesion open. She was soaking her feet tonight if it killed her. 

Mendl got a playful wrinkle of her nose in reply to her jest. "No, I didn't have visitors. R'bor is currently drowning in paperwork. Besides, I know how to deal with it. I don't like to see him worrying. That and I like swearing to myself when no one can hear me." The twinkle of good humour was tainted by the tiredness in her features, already it had been interfering with her sleep and reluctantly, she knew that soon she would have to speak to the Healers about getting her nightly dose of fellis tea.

"So go on then, what was it like to actually see a dragon laying?" 

On Sun, Aug 2, 2020 at 1:10 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
"Actually, no. I'm not going to go as far as to say Foreth likes me, but she seems to tolerate me better than any of the other apprentices." She shrugged. "Maybe she respects the fact that I'm not afraid of her? I don't know. All I know is, she asked for me!" Mendl did a little hop-skip at that.

"So, I got to watch. And wait. With the Weyrwoman. Which was kind of uncomfortable at first, but in the end, it really wasn't too bad." She felt bad for going on about her good luck, not dreaming that no one else would view it that way.  

"I'm sorry to hear your feet were bad. Did you have any visitors?" She waggled her brows.

On Tue, Jul 28, 2020 at 4:27 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Dytha frowned a little in mild confusion as though a sentence had been skipped somewhere. "Having trouble? You mean with the clutching?" She had known that Mendl had been assisting in the recovery of the gold's recent leg injury. Rather Mendl than her, to be honest. Something about Foreth made Dytha feel she needed eyes in the back of her head. Listening carefully to her friend, it took Dytha a moment to put it all together. "Wait, she asked for you to come to the Sands by name? Jumping flits, weren't you afraid you'd get eaten?!" Dytha chuckled with amusement but it was more influenced by the starstruck expression on her friend's face.

On Sat, Jul 25, 2020 at 3:24 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
"We-ell," Mendl said, drawing the word out, but she couldn't take it anymore. 

"Foreth was having trouble, and you know how I've been taking care of her leg? Well, she told Kassia--I mean, the Weyrwoman--that if any healer-types were going to be in there, it was to be me." She beamed. Not only did the most powerful dragon in the Weyr like her, she asked for her. Specifically. And Mendl was having trouble just getting over that little fact.

On Sat, Jul 25, 2020 at 5:29 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Immediately Dytha could tell that something was going on. With an expression of mild bemusement, she glanced at Mendl, her lips curling slowly. "Unfortunately I gave it a miss. Chose a night of feet up and some fellis tea over trying to dance." She turned in her seat to face the Candidate, saying nothing for a moment as she inspected the girl, taking in her entire demeanour. "However I get the distinct impression that you're not actually remotely interested in the party." It wasn't an accusation, not the way the blue eyes twinkled. "And you're bouncing like you've been swimming in klah. You don't bounce. Ever."

Of course, she could completely appreciate that it was entirely possible that the girl was just over the moon with the news and for a moment, Dytha almost wished that she had had that experience herself but quickly shushed it. It was like wondering what it was like to feel the sun on your face for the first time after already having gotten used to it for turns.

On Sat, Jul 25, 2020 at 12:33 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
"Oh, there you are!" Mendl chirped, peeking into the prep room. She'd already tried several others, but the dragon Infirmary wasn't that big.

Okay, it was. At least, the enclaves where they kept the sick dragons were. And the outside-facing rooms that dragons could come into, if need be. Inclement weather was a way of life and neither human nor draconic wanted to be looked at in the cold, or wind, or rain.

She bounced into the room and pulled up a seat. Since Mendle had never bounced, or chirped, in her life, anyone who knew her would know something was up. She grabbed a few small, empty jars and began filling them with powdered willowbark. "So," she said casually, "how was the party?"


On Fri, Jul 24, 2020 at 10:48 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
It was hard not to feel the undertones of excitement that were trickling about the Weyr. Even Ponth was curious, demanding to know how ONE gold could have TWO gold eggs. It just didn't happen! She had started shift early that morning and with her feet playing up, had been set to dispensing assorted treatments and salves into bottles and jars. That way she could keep the weight off her feet and still be doing something productive.

She was tucked in one of the small prep rooms off the Infirmary, carefully measuring out the amounts she needed and funnelling them carefully into the jars. Oddly, she found the astringent smell about her to be rather comforting, making a mental note to keep one of the jars of numbweed to one side to be signed out for herself. She wasn't quite at the point of needing her crutch, but the dull and constant ache in her legs was somewhat alleviated by not spending the day running around.

On Mon, Jul 20, 2020 at 11:47 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Mendl got back to the Candidate Barracks tired, dirty...and elated. She would happily miss every party in the future if she got to experience this type of thing every time. Imagine! She saw all of Foreth's eggs laid. She saw the two gold eggs! She got to hold (well, briefly) one of the two gold eggs. 

Granted, she wouldn't wish this on Foreth ever again, but, well, shards and shells! 

She went into the bathing pool in the Barracks to wash off the dirt and fluids. She felt so grubby, but she didn't care. 

The pool in the Candidate Barracks was always the perfect temperature, but when Mendl fell asleep and fell under the water, spluttering her way back to air, she decided it was time to sleep. Some candidates were quietly talking; some were still at the party. She just wanted to go to bed.

*****
The next morning, the first thing she did was seek out Dytha. Her friend had to be dying to know what Mendl experienced!



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Re: I'm working on something, something big (Dytha/Larsin)

Nutmeg
 

She had begun to step forward, carefully setting the jars down on the desk when Larsin had spoken again and her head snapped up. She could feign ignorance but that would only annoy Larsin. She knew he wasn't an idiot. "Because I didn't want to make a fuss over nothing," she said tiredly. "These things can happen and making something out of means it sticks around and doesn't get moved on from." Confession time. Of sorts. "I haven't been flying with Ponth until recently. That bed rest I was put on a few months back? Was because I hurt myself trying not to fly with Ponth when she rose. It's taken a long time to start doing what I should have been and turning this into something sets all that back again."

Because already she could hear the tempting whispers that next time, next time, she could hide like she had done so many times before.

On Mon, Sep 14, 2020 at 3:01 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
"Yes, yes, I'm interested to see how this is going," Larsin said, "But first, when were you planning on telling me what happened to you?"

On Sat, Sep 12, 2020 at 7:09 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
As the door slowly opened, Dytha carefully shuffled in. Larsin had probably already spotted her about her Infirmary and realised that her feet were giving her trouble. "I'm sorry to bother you, sir. I was... hoping you were free to talk about my project a while. I've got some new ideas." For someone already ridiculously short, everything about her seemed to make her a bit smaller in the room. Maybe it was the unassuming posture that seemed to pull in on itself. Or the fact she was struggling to meet Larsin's eye.

On Sat, Sep 12, 2020 at 11:18 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
It had taken Larsin every bit of self-control he possessed to not go check on Dytha, not say something, act like everything was fine after Mendl had come to him with her concerns. He didn't want to break Mendl's confidence, even though Dytha probably wouldn't be all that upset about it. 

But if she came in to see him, all bets were off. Putting down his pencil, he leaned back in his seat.

"Yes Dytha? Come in."

On Sat, Sep 12, 2020 at 5:15 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
IC Date Reference: Set approximately 8.28.9.4

There was two reasons she had waited around a sevenday after the Hatching before she went to speak to Master Larsin. For one reason, it meant that the bruising around her face had almost completely faded, leaving only a hint of discoloration. Oblivious to the fact that Mendl had already spoken to him, Dytha didn't want to give her Master any cause to question her. Of all people, Larsin was someone she didn't know how well she would be able to hold herself together if needled. For the other, she had wanted to finalise some notes and put together some of the samples she had been working on before she went to speak with him.

If she got this right, Dytha knew that it meant her Journeyman's knots would be in the bag in a few turns' time. Providing it all went to plan. With a small document folder under one arm and a small bag secured by the other, Dytha had decided to forgo the crutch in favour of being able to navigate door handles. And besides, it would do her good to have something to distract her from H'lan accosting her in the tunnel a few nights earlier. Thank Faranth that other Healer had come around the corner when she had. That's all she could say.

With a deep intake of breath to steady herself, Dytha knocked sharply on her Master's office door. "Master Larsin? Are you there? It's Dytha,"

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Re: Trying to be Subtle atten: Tamalack/Kalain

Laurie
 

Tamalak jumped a bit when Kalain started in with the tongue, but then decided it wasn't so bad. It was different, yes, but not in a bad way.  Moving closer, he held Kalain tighter and thought that yes, this was nice. But his pants area was also getting worked up and Chato started whining.  He pulled back a little.

"It's OK Chato. We're fine."

~~You have odd feelings. Don't like.~~

[[You will one day. I'm sorry.]]

"I liked that," he said. "Chato thought it felt strange."

On Mon, Sep 14, 2020 at 11:30 AM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:
Kalain was never going to stop being red, was he? He felt shaky all over, but in a good way. He'd never felt anything so perfect in his life except his bond about Sleek.

Sleek! He checked in with her quickly, but she was sitting and watching, her tendrils vibrating.

"I liked that," he said now that he knew his lifemate was okay so far. He raised his hands to wrap around Tam's waist as he leaned in for another kiss. This one was deeper and more probing like he'd heard people did.