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

Laurie
 

R'zzon didn't cry. He was a man. He didn't cry. So why did he feel like he was looking through water?

The food smelled delicious, but she'd opened up to him and he had to open up to her. "At first, I just wanted to be your friend. It's--hard--for a dragonrider to be around one who has lost half of themselves. But just because something's missing doesn't make a dragonless person any less. I truly can't imagine how you feel, but in general, if someone loses an arm, or a leg, they aren't treated any differently. But for you--people don't know how to act. They pity, or they avoid you." He'd started with generalities, but now, now he was talking direct.

"It's wrong. I hated it when people tiptoed around you. Anyone, actually. I've seen others who couldn't take the ostracization and suicided. And, when I met you, I could tell you felt 'other', and wanted you to know you had someone to talk to. Someone who didn't judge you. And those others, they don't know what they're missing. You have made my life richer for knowing you.' He gave her a lopsided smile.

"There's only one problem. Now I don't want to share you with anyone else."

On Sat, Sep 19, 2020 at 3:56 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Encapsulated in the embrace, Tyne let the sensations surround her. The scent of his clothing, the feel of his skin against hers, the sound of his breathing, It suffused her senses and every component added to the jigsaw of calm that built itself around her just whenever he was near. In so many ways that he probably didn't even realise, he had been of such huge importance. She had been content to sit there for several moments simply wrapped in the emotions that filled her. Without Myrandith, there were parts of her that had huge amounts of love to give, that had needed direction like a river stuck behind a dam.

As his stomach rumbled, a small smile curled her lips. "I'll dish up dinner." His cheek was kissed gently as she got to her feet and even as she busied herself cutting bread, her voice quietly and carefully continued. "I was scared of you, for a while," she admitted. "Scared that you would see through me and see all the broken bits left behind and realise it... wasn't worth it." It was a painful admission but one that lurked many a time in her thoughts. "For the longest time I... waited for you to see the real me and realise you... wanted nothing to  do with it." As she talked, she continued busying herself, it seemed to both help and distract. "Lately I've started to see that the real me isn't just broken. Didn't just let people down. Isn't just the girl with the... the dead dragon." She glanced up, catching his eye and her expression softened, "With you, the firelizards.... even Panagath. You've all helped me to see so much about myself that is... better than I ever dreamed could be true."

Assembling the plate of cut and buttered bread and poured bowl of soup onto a tray, she brought it back to the couch, setting it on the low table amidst the glasses of wine. "You made me feel... strong again. And Panagath did. Lately I've been thinking about what I want from my life. For the first time... choices weren't made for me." Tyne glanced over her shoulder, catching his eye. Her expression was one of abject tenderness as she passed him a steaming bowl of the hearty soup. "And all I could think of was how much I wanted it to be you. Because whenever you're here I feel... complete again."

On Sat, Sep 19, 2020 at 5:41 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Hearing her say it back? It was the most wonderful thing that could have happened that day. The only thing that had ever happened to him that was better, was when Panagath chose him.

"I don't know why I waited so long to tell you. I think I was afraid I'd scare you. But then, I realized that it didn't matter. You needed to know." He tightened his arms around her. Maybe she looked fragile, but he knew now that she wasn't. Was nowhere near as fragile as she looked.

They sat like that for some time, then his stomach rumbled. Loudly. 

On Tue, Sep 15, 2020 at 4:16 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
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: Trying to be Subtle atten: Tamalack/Kalain

sailyn2
 

"If it's meant to be, we can still do it in a few months," Kalain said, though not without a sigh. Knowing and believing something wasn't the same as liking it. "But if you don't want...if you want to be friends...That's okay, too."


(CONCLAVE) Impossible to behave like adults! #conclave2020

Nutmeg
 

Part Two:


The procession of Weyrleaders was led through the Weyr Bowl. And garnered all the attention that was to be expected. It was hard not to draw attention when a mass of gold and bronze dragons had suddenly filled the proverbial room. It surely wouldn’t take long for the more observant to quickly note the mass of Weyrleader and Weyrwoman knots and for the surprised whispers to start making the rounds and speculating what could have brought the other Weyrs to their doorstep without announcing their arrival beforehand.


And perhaps for some, it wouldn’t entirely be a surprise. Perhaps some would immediately comprehend why, in the aftermath of all that had surrounded Arolos of late, that the other Weyrs were concerned and did want to know what had been happening. It would be very hard to miss the aura of tension that seemed to surround the entire group. It bristled and crackled, like the sensation of a brewing storm on a hot summer’s night as Kassia and her Weyrleaders led the way.


“Mind the wher.” R’tal’s warning came slightly too late as he opened the room door and Tyren came bouncing out. Fortunately F’loran was there and Tyren knew the smell of an old friend enough to go bounding up to him, all wriggles and bounces like a (very) overgrown pup. Likely, anyone else would have been flattened - or at least a lot more scared - by him.


“Got him guarding the room,” R’tal added, suddenly a lot more cheerful at his guests’ startled expressions. “Nothing for guarding like a wher, really. He’d have someone’s leg off if he thought they intended harm. In we go. You’ll see we had it all set out ready for next sevenday but you seem to have got rather ahead of us.” In particular there were little signs denoting where Weyrs should be sitting. R’tal rather wanted allies next to them given the choice.


Maybe it was rude,  but Kassia didn’t want to be on her feet longer than she had to. Her head was already beginning to hurt and she was starting to feel the effects of carrying two fetuses inside. She made her way to her seat and sat down.


Benden wasn’t in the mood to wait either. Telsa and L’nyr pushed their way through to their places and took their own seats. They weren’t going with subtle.


Cathern gave the wher a bit of a disgusted look before smoothing her expression, then headed towards her marked seat and took it, although R'orsh simply stood by his, clearly waiting for all the Weyrwomen to be seated.


Tedileen sat down, followed by I’tri who sprawled on his seat in a way she clearly disapproved of. She was radiating a no nonsense approach and was clearly impatient to get this all resolved as swiftly as possible if only to stop her Weyrleader embarrassing her further. I’tri on the other hand seemed to be impressed by Tyren. “Bit different from our whers” he commented with a smile. “Especially considering it’s still light. Couldn’t get our lot out of their weyrs for anything before dusk.”


Sullen grumpiness transformed into boyish glee as the wher bounced around the room. “Tyren!” Apparently it was now the best day in the world as the massive Weyrleader sprang into a crouch to immediately fuss over and scratch at the brown’s wrinkled face. “Oh you’re so good, yes you ar-- “


Maryl unconsciously shied back as the wher went bounding around, but J’lian looked interested. He’d need to talk to one of his Wingleaders--Sl’miak had been breeding whers at SEF before they came forward, and he wondered what had happened to them.


The sound of a throat being cleared by Wygelle had the man straightening up and looking somewhat, and only a little, sheepish about the lapse in decorum. But even his Weyrwoman had a twinkle of mischievous amusement in her eyes as she pointedly gestured for her Weyrleader to take a seat before she slid into the one beside him. As she did, Wygelle nodded in friendly greeting to Maryl, glad that the New Fort Weyrleaders seemed to be taking this in their stride. So far.


Andrette had stepped back a little towards the safety of her Weyrleader as the wher came bowling out, looking startled. J’lson too looked thrown, moving as though to shelter his Weyrwoman from a potential danger.


“Is that thing safe?” he demanded.


“As long as you’re not trying to attack me. Or Kassia or N’shen of course,” R’tal was suddenly downright jovial. “Come and sit down. Settle, Ty.”


And the wher did, though he thrust his head into F’loran’s lap, just in case the High Reaches Weyrleader had brought snacks.


Once Kassia was seated, N'shen walked to stand by his own seat. Despite knowing this was coming, he barely kept the annoyance over having been interrupted in his work to deal with this. Any other time, he might have been at least a little ill at ease around Tyren despite having only positive experiences with the wher so far.


But then, he was much too delighted at the others' discomfort – such as any among them were uncomfortable.


Surprise over, Maryl and J’lian took their seats by the High Reaches Weyrleaders. Maryl was alright with Telgar, too, but the other three, and Arolos, were still Weyrs to be wary of.


Yes, he did have snacks in his pockets. Completely unrelated to the hope that he would see the brown. Honest. And was now discreetly feeding them to the wher under the table. Whilst looking incredibly pleased with himself as he did. F’loran’s day had just got a lot better.


As they all settled, Wygelle was casting an eye about the room, trying to gauge the feel and look through the fraught veil that seemed to cover most of the Weyrleaders. That tension alone seemed to twist things. “I’m hoping that we can resolve matters expeditiously, Weyrwoman Kassia,” she said, keeping things formal but giving Kassia a small if somewhat tight, smile. “I’m sure that none of us want to cause further discomfort to yourself in your current condition any longer than necessary and I myself am keen to ensure a swift return to High Reaches.”


Kassia nodded, laying her own hand on Brogan who had sat quietly next to her, a stark difference from the playful brown.


“I appreciate your words and can reach an end with some expedience.” She looked around the room. “Clearly there are concerns and we would hear them. We’re ready for any questions you have.” She hoped.


"I also hope we can get through these concerns some among us have," Cathern said, pointedly avoiding looking at the Ista contingent, "especially given how we, ah, foist ourselves upon you here."  This was said with an apologetic smile towards Kassia and the two Weyrleaders flanking her.  "I am sure that you'll be able to answer any questions, just as I'm confident that we will forgive any lack of answers you may not have just yet."  This time she did look at the Weyrwoman next to her.


“We’re really anxious to hear the answer to our questions,” Telsa said, crossing her arms over her chest. “We’re looking for honest answers.”


L’nyr looked no less irritated at the whole thing. “Yes, we are. And without delaying and trying to put us off. We deserve to know what’s going on here.”


“There have been enough delays already,” Andrette agreed. She eyed R’tal and N’shen in particular, her gaze passing from one to the other, searching. “One might begin to wonder what Arolos has to hide.”


Tedileen gave a disapproving look at the Istan Weyrwoman. “One might also be considered unconscionably rude for suggesting something of that ilk. Gracious, it’s almost as if Ista does not recall the dragon rider code that allows riders to duel if their honour is impugned. Anyway, all that aside, we are here and now is a good time to establish if there is a threat to the weyrs as a whole. That is my true concern.”

“What she said,” I’tri said. “We get it, Weyr autonomy is a good thing up to a point right? We just want to see if there is something we need to get together and sort out.”


"Welcome. All of you to Arolos," N'shen said. He glanced to each of them in turn. "I am N'shen of Truenoth. I regret that our preparations were too slow for your comfort. But we wanted to have answers for you before we invited you all here. I have been conducting an investigation into what happened, and I am making headway, though I haven't yet come to a conclusion. What questions do you have for me?" 


"I, for one, am willing to wait until your investigation is properly completed," Cathern responded, settling back in her chair.  "I learned even as a Candidate that most questions could be answered if you listen or read the whole thing.  R'orsh?"


"Yeah, no, I'm good," her Weyrleader said hastily.


“We don’t have time to wait,” Telsa said. “What if something happens at our Weyr? Somewhere else beyond here? And we won’t know because you’re fecking around about this investigation.”


She glanced at her Weyrleader, but he wisely just nodded along just as R’orsh had.


Maryl sat contemplating the beginnings of bickering already going on. “I’m with Telgar,” she said, nodding to Cathern. “I don’t see why we had to hurry and come here if there were no answers yet.” She totally ignored Ista, but did gaze at Telsa cooly. “So you’re saying it’s Arolos’s fault that something bad happened here, but it would also be their fault if something happened in your Weyr? You’ve never heard of upping security?” 


There was a noise suspiciously like a snort from J’lian’s chair.


“Oh, stuff a wherry in it Andrette,” came the grumble from F’loran complete with eye roll as he shot the Istan Weyrwoma a withering look. “You can at least have the good grace to at least pretend that you’re not currently smug about the fact that this time we’re not picking Ista apart.” The “and last time you sharding deserved it” was only heavily implied as he looked back to N’shen with a gesture of “please continue”. 


“I’m sure Arolos is more than capable of using a brain to realise that we’re all anxious to know what happened and what progress they’ve made in terms of steps forward,” he continued despite the now entirely suspicious expression he was pretending to ignore from Wygelle. “If we can actually give them a moment to tell us without bitching like a bunch of girls, we might actually find out something about the whole mess.”


The fact that he may or may not have had a jab in the ribs from Wygelle at that point could have had something to do with why F’loran stopped talking and made a pointed gesture of nodding encouragingly at N’shen and R’tal.


"Please. Ladies and gentlemen," said N'shen. "If you have no specific questions, then I will give a preliminary report. I have conducted a thorough search of the Sands with our guard and with our Smithy and found the remnants of explosives used in excavation, primarily by Miners."


"And I have begun an investigation into any and all who set foot on the Sands to determine who may have had a motive to stage this kind of attack. Once I have more information, I intend to track down the source of those explosives."


"Of course," he went on, "we suspect that the perpetrators may be related to those who attempted to attack Kassia at our most recent Gather. Since I have no additional information to give you at this time, I can offer little better for advice than that you should be careful. Again, what questions do you have for me?"


Tedileen raised her hand. “The question I have is the most pertinent I believe. Do you believe or is there evidence to show that these attacks are Arolos orientated, or dragonfolk orientated? “

“Or if there isn’t evidence, I’m gonna have to say we’ll have to assume the worst case scenario right?” I’tri said.


"Given that we have seen two attacks against Kassia," said N'shen, "and unless you all have come to add reports of your own, I presume no attacks against any of you, until we see any evidence to the contrary, it stands to reason that the attacks are specifically Kassia-related."


"In fact, it was my intention not to ask you all to be in a room together with Kassia until we had a suspect in custody."


Wygelle and F’loran seemed to be discreetly conferring with one another and Wygelle looked about the room before coming back to the Arolosian Weyrleaders. “Weyrleader N’shen… if I may… we would like to present an alternative direction of thought which may give some clarity to you as to why the level of concern has developed outside of the Weyr the way it has…” She glanced at F’loran with a nod and the High Reaches Weyrleader seemed to have lost some of his ire, some of his delight at the wher in his lap and now seemed to have an entirely thoughtful expression of concern on his face.


“H’okay…” It was a deep exhalation of breath. “... I’m going to start by emphasising that this is entirely the speculation of High Reaches. It is not based on any particular information or lack thereof. But Wygelle and I have been chewing this whole thing over. And… a couple of things have been sitting in our heads a lot. And I won’t lie, I don’t think any of you in here are going to like it.” F’loran already had an inkling that R’tal had picked up on where he was going with it and continued. “We have chewed this over. And believe you may be looking at two unrelated scenarios. Because an awful lot doesn’t add up if it was entirely Weyrwoman Kassia that was the target. It is our belief,” And there was a small nod of encouragement from Wygelle, “That the Gather incident was a blade for hire. And it’s easy to pay if you’ve got the marks. With no insult intended to Weyrwoman Kassia - but a Weyrwoman walking a Gather is a nice fat target for someone who has got an axe to grind. Honestly? I think if you are trying to link them you’re headed right down a path of frustration and no solution. The Caverns explosion however…”


He paused, looking about the room and his face was grim. “... We think that it exploded early. And that the Caverns were meant to be filled with every ranker, official and dignitary in the South. And that the explosion wasn’t about targeting the Weyrleaders because staging an explosion is a sharding clumsy way to go about it with no guarantee of it working. But if it was intended to happen when the Caverns were filled to the brim with a huge amount of people… that pretty much guarantees a lot of death and worse, a lot of panic…” He trailed off, clearly uncomfortable with planting the idea, that it wasn’t just some stirring the pot with a pile of theatrics. “... if that explosion had happened on a Hatching Day… that would send one fecking monstrosity of a message. And that’s what we think this was all about. Kicking off a massive amount of panic both inside a Weyr and out.”


Cathern looked grim as she listened to them.  "I was thinking it might have just been a matter of opportunity, for both attacks.  None of us have been doing major construction, as far as I know," she looked around at the gathered faces.  "Easier to smuggle the materials in that way.  And if it was meant to be during a Hatching itself… it makes sense," she finished with a slow, reluctant nod of agreement.  Taking out a Weyrwoman and several eggs, maybe even a Weyrleader, would have been bad enough.  But with *two* gold eggs on the Sands?  The Stands would have been packed with Lords Holders, Craftmasters, and possibly even a few of the people currently in the room.


“It is a valid point,” Tedileen said thoughtfully. “However, I think it undersells the importance of the attempt on Kassia’s life. But it does raise the possibility that we might be dealing with two opposing factions both independently with goals that involve destabilising the weyrs. Tell me, what would have happened if Kassia had been killed or incapacitated as weyrwoman? Destabilization at the weyr. Now this is a tactic we have seen before.”


“Both are bad things, of course,” Telsa said as if she was all that sympathetic, but didn’t manage to pull it off. “But maybe this is something that is going to be limited to here. You guys haven’t made a lot of friends over the turns. Maybe someone is just targeting you in specific.”


“What if they aren’t?” L’nyr asked only to be sent a quelling look by Telsa. He put his hands up in placation and shut up.


Is there anyone in particular you think you might have made an enemy of for this?” The question came from J’lson rather than his Weyrwoman. “Are there any factions in particular you are considering likely to be responsible?”


Kassia was starting to get a major headache. She resisted the urge to rub at her head and tightened her hand on Brogan’s head. 


“Not that we know of,” she said. “Beyond the Redstars, but they’re not a new threat and they’re certainly not a threat only to ourselves. Believe me, I would love to know who wants me dead - whether singly or as a group.” Wishing for some of that tea for headaches. “But perhaps we could take a break soon. I can’t sit as long as usual what with being pregnant with twins.”


R’tal, not usually the type to get publicly (or indeed privately) affectionate with his Weyrwoman shot her a concerned look and even went as far as to slip an arm around her waist. “Does anyone else have anything they urgently need to ask before we have a pause?”


"Not I," Cathern responded, giving Kasdia a sympathetic look.  One child had been bad enough on her bladder.  A quick shake of his head indicated R'orsh's agreement.


“Oh sure, convenient place to distract us with a stop,” L’nyr said only to get a jab in his side. Apparently Telsa’s ire stopped at making a woman pregnant with twins sit around uncomfortable for candlemarks on end.


“We welcome the chance to take a break,” Telsa said.


Wygelle nodded in equal sympathy, even if F’loran was now starting to feel as though things were just starting to pick up. “I think we might all benefit from a short breather to process the different information we have been given. I for one have no interest in perpetuating bickering and would like to see this done and dusted before the day is through.” She glanced at Kassia, “Perhaps a quarter candlemark or so for everyone to take a moment to clear out their ire and come back to the table with curious concern instead?” 


“Agreed,” Kassia said. She nudged her chair back with R’tal’s arm still around her waist. “We’ll meet back then.”


"As I still haven't had the good fortune to make your acquaintance," said N'shen to the lot of them, "I'll be staying close at hand. If you'd like to get to know me and don't need to tend to anything more pressing, I welcome the conversation."



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Re: Who wants eggs {Fellan, Isirdux}

Kouga
 

Isirdux followed the boy outside, standing back politely as the dragon landed, and bowed politely before saluting the rider. He approached when beckoned over, offering a friendly smile that waverted a bit at the question. How had he been coping? Fair question, he guessed.
"Well enough, I guess?" Isirdux offered. "At least, so the mindhealer
tells me. The nightmares have mostly passed, anyways."<<

Rena nodded at the answer offering the boy a smile "::Glad to hear it.
Fellan wouldn't think about it, but I think it only fair to ask so you
can be warned. Flits are not like dragons; they will bond to whoever
feeds them when they hatch, but you have to focus and think happy and
welcoming thoughts.::"

Fellan's eye widened at the words turning a bit red especially as he
realized this was the second candidate and he /hadn't/ thought about
it with the first one. ::Sorry MamaRena. Sharp's other egg that is
gone went to a candidate too and I didn't tell him.:: he told the
bluerider.

Rena automatically translated for Fellan to Isirdux as he signed
before patting Fellan on the head "::It's ok, you're not a healer.::"
she promised the nearly 13 turn old who nodded. That settled she
returned attention to Isirdux "::If you are ok with that and think it
won't be a problem I did bring the egg Fellan asked for.::" she
advised him indicating the bag she had.

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On Sat, Sep 19, 2020 at 3:01 PM Jerzy Tobin <jerzytobin@...> wrote:

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.
Isirdux followed the boy outside, standing back politely as the dragon
landed, and bowed politely before saluting the rider. He approached
when beckoned over, offering a friendly smile that waverted a bit at
the question. How had he been coping? Fair question, he guessed.

"Well enough, I guess?" Isirdux offered. "At least, so the mindhealer
tells me. The nightmares have mostly passed, anyways."

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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

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Re: #heatwave Your Health, Your Hydration (attn: any Riders) #heatwave

Mya L. R.
 

On Sun, Jul 19, 2020 at 2:49 PM Jerzy Tobin <jerzytobin@...> wrote:
"Ah."  That made sense.  "I was born and raised here in the South.
So, while heatwaves like this aren't common, they're not unheard of by
any means.  One rolls through every so often.  Hopefully it won't
linger."

"Hopefully."  Rionnon held her hand out for the emptied cup.  "I was born over at Alonel Hold, but mother took us back to Bitra not that long after I was born.  So I take it I won't have to expect another one like this for a few Turns?"

 
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Re: Who wants eggs {Fellan, Isirdux}

Jerzy Tobin
 

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.
Isirdux followed the boy outside, standing back politely as the dragon
landed, and bowed politely before saluting the rider. He approached
when beckoned over, offering a friendly smile that waverted a bit at
the question. How had he been coping? Fair question, he guessed.

"Well enough, I guess?" Isirdux offered. "At least, so the mindhealer
tells me. The nightmares have mostly passed, anyways."

--
"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


(CONCLAVE) If I Knew You Were Coming I'd Have Baked A Cake #conclave2020

Laura Walker
 

IC Date Reference: Set approximately 3 days post Hatching. IC date approximately 8.38.9.1.


Part One:


Today was the day, that was for sure. The firelizards had been flying in and out of the Weyrleader offices as though they had been chased by dragons breathing fire on their tails. But between the Weyrs, the arrangements had been made and the necessary placations had been issued. It was notwithstanding that some of the Weyrs had been far more anxious to deal with this entire situation sooner rather than later. But the reminder of a recent Hatching and still dealing with the aftermath of injuries had felt as though that it had at least, slowed it as much as it was going to be. But, no more.


It was barely mid-morning in the hot, Arolosian heat when the first dragons began appearing above the Star Stones in a fanfare of announcement, circling the Weyr Bowl as they came in to land. Wygelle had insisted that High Reaches would be amongst the first, if not the first to arrive - wanting to show solidarity with her former Weyr. And also wanting to get the entire affair over and done with, the sooner the better. It was only Antelath that appeared, albeit followed shortly by a pair of significantly smaller dragons and the bronze landed with all the pomp and irritation that the situation curdled into being. Wygelle had… insisted on coming herself. Despite Ormanth being ready to clutch imminently, it was also hard to argue with a Weyrwoman who looked as though she was about to throw something breakable at your head.


F’loran slid down his bronze’s leg and held out his hand to assist Wygelle, more a gesture of polite unity than actual requirement. “S’ppose we need to get this done.” The High Reaches Weyrleader looked more grim-faced than his usual, more jovial appearance. Even Wygelle seemed to have an aura of tension about her, her eyes darting uncomfortably about as her boots hit the dusty floor. “Whether we like it or not, it was going to happen. All we can do is try to make sure we don’t end up killing each other before the day is out.”


Today was the first time they’d been here since they left, several Turns back. Maryl peered over the back of her dragon to look. Even after being here these four Turns, she still couldn’t get used to the obscene sizes of the dragons.


At least Ryadith was throwing eggs that were much more normal in size, even though they were still larger than she was comfortable with. She looked across at J’ian and Solrakth. When Ryadith rose the first time at Fort Weyr, she was caught by one of the other SEF bronzes. J’ian was mourning the loss of his Weyrwoman and best friend, and hadn’t had the heart to fly another. And Maryl wasn’t about to allow any of those dirty Eighth Pass Fortians touch her, or her dragon.


But the next time the queen rose, a Fortian brown caught her. By then they’d laid down the law, letting the natives know their former power games would net them nothing but time in a prison cell. Their dragons may have been small, but SEF had ways to make people mind them.


Unwittingly, Maryl had been following Kassia and Foreth’s lead, rarely letting the same dragon catch them twice. For Maryl, though, it had made good sense, allowing them to expand the gene pool.


Ryadith and Solrakth  landed, Maryl and J’ian dismounting. “Hasn’t changed much, has it,” J’ian said softly to his weyrmate.


“Did you expect it to?” She looked around and shrugged. “I’m not sure what they expect us to do here, but, here we are. Let’s go reacquaint ourselves with the Weyrwoman and Weyrleader”


Altalath and bronze Permuth appeared next, quickly winging down to land.  For Cathern, this was almost a homecoming, but R'orsh was new to both his duties as a Weyrleader and the Arolosian heat.  They slipped down their dragons to the ground, and R'orsh was already mopping his brow.  "Faranth, and you lived here?"


Cathern quirked a grin.  "You get used to it.  And you'd best do so quickly, or learn to fake it," she warned, humor quickly fading.  Fortunately, her Weyrleader seemed inclined to follow her lead, thank the stars.


Another gold and bronze pair appeared, these from Benden. Gold Braedath landed first with a delicate touchdown while Solth hit the ground with a thump.


“I hope we’re not down in this Faranth forsaken place for long,” Tesla muttered as soon as she joined L’nyr on the ground and they moved out of the way to let the next contingent come in.


Ista was the next to land, the bronze and gold landing neatly at almost the same moment. They stuck closely to Antelath, knowing and dealing with High Reaches more than with most of the other Weyrs. Both dragons and riders seemed more than a touch wary of the others as they dismounted. The last Conclaves, after all, had been to judge their own Weyr and despite that this might have been thoroughly deserved it was still not completely forgiven.


Andrette stood close to her bronzerider, J’lson and whilst those two at least seemed to be on the same Weyrleading team (unlike the last Weyrleader, who no one was going to forget in a hurry) their glances around the Weyrbowl had a certain hostility to them.


“No-one’s arrived to greet us yet then?” Andrette asked in a clear, carrying voice, as though a group of Weyrleaders arriving without notice in a weyrbowl were an easy thing to prepare for. Already Arolos riders and civilians were starting to cluster at a safe distance as they checked out the unexpected gathering.


Igen was a little later turning up, gold Quesith coming down in neat precision to land followed by a much younger bronze. Tedileen looked irritated before she even set foot on Arolosian soil, mainly at her new, and much younger and laid back Weyrleader, I’tri. If there was ever a more mismatched pair to lead a weyr, they would certainly have competition, because I’tri was barely out of weyrlinghood at first glance and seemed far more interested in having a good time than doing hard work. The fact of the matter was that he had one major asset - a very large dragon. Bronze Folioth was definitely one of the larger bronzes around and was doting on his queen even as their riders joined the other weyrleader. “Our apologies for being tardy,” Tedileen said curtly. “We were unfortunately delayed by...weyr business.”


“Folioth wanted to finish his snack,” I’tri said with a broad grin. “Dragons eh?”


Foreth normally kept half an eye out on comings and goings anyway, but after being warned about the impending arrival of rival Queens she was completely on point. With the arrival of the contingencies from the other Weyrs, Foreth bugled something that was probably supposed to be a welcome (maybe), but instead came out as an angry bugle at her Weyr being invaded.


((They are here,)) she called, her mindvoice just as angry as she bespoke her lifemate and the two Weyrleader dragons.


That was one message at least Talith had seen fit to pass on. R’tal had been sitting, theoretically working, but mostly just sitting waiting for something to happen. He made certain to hurry as though surprised, though in reality the creases of his shirt were so carefully pressed that he could have done nothing but put it on and sit perfectly still afterwards.


“Hello?!” He tried to sound querying as well as annoyed. He did not need to fake the annoyance. “Has something happened?”


N'shen arrived a few moments later much from another direction, his clipboard and investigation notes still in his hand. He made a decent show of a concerned worry as he ran to greet the metallic entourage.


"Is everything all right?" he echoed.


Kassia was a lot slower to the party, her pregnancy and the concussion having taken their toll. She’d had help that morning getting dressed so she looked appropriate for a Weyrwoman without looking either overdressed or underdressed with Brogan nearby. She looked for one of the men to help walk with her and let them take an arm on either side.


F’loran was trying very hard not to think what the other Weyrs were already thinking of the whole “double Weyrleader” ensemble. He hadn’t had enough brandy to start the day for that story. He moved forward, trying also to ignore the fact that Antelath was feeling very exposed in this bevy of Weyrleader dragons without Ormanth at his side. “Weyrwoman Kassia,” he extended politely, “Weyrleaders R’tal and N’shen.” All three were given due deference but the air of uncomfortable formality notched up the tension. With an uncharacteristically impatient sigh, Wygelle jostled her fumbling Weyrleader out of the way.


“I’m sorry that we have had to barge in on you all like this, I’m sure that you’re still managing the immediate organisation of your most recent Hatching - to which High Reaches extend their deepest congratulations on your newest gold weyrlings - Unfortunately it is Weyr business that brings us all here and the need to speak with you all in person, is past the ability to wait.” She seemed terse, fidgety and to a degree, she was. But this whole sharding thing needed dealing with.


Before anyone else could say anything, Kassia shook away from her Weyrleaders and looked around at the group. “We have indeed been caught up in the Hatching and all” -she left off specifying further- “but we always stand ready to welcome the other Weyrs as, I hope, would the other Weyrs would should the same need arise. Before we get too far into - or away from - pleasantries here, perhaps we can retire to one of the big conference rooms and send down to make sure that we’re all comfortable with good wine and food. As you can imagine, I’d prefer to get off my feet sooner rather than later. Carrying twins and all.”


"I think that is a good idea," R'orsh said after a subtle elbow jab from Cathern.


"I'm sure we would all like to take a seat and relax," she added.  "Please, lead the way.  And may I add my congratulations on both your recent Hatching and your pregnancy?"  Her tone was possibly warmer than it had ever been towards the Arolos Weyrwoman.


“Perhaps we could take a quick look around your Hatching Grounds on the way?” Of course it had to be Ista who rocked the boat. Andrette was still looking around, surveying the territory. “It would be good to see the damage done.”


“Oh, if only you’d let us know in advance.” Not quite as believably regretful as he wanted to be. R’tal’s smile was a little snarl-like. “Unfortunately, now the eggs are gone we’re taking the opportunity to get repair work done and it really isn’t safe.”


Andrette was still smiling but she leaned to say something quietly to her Weyrleader. A moment later the bronze firelizard on J’lson’s shoulder stood up, stretched, and leapt away into between. Not exactly subtle. 


Maryl rolled her eyes at that. “Rude,” was all she said, but it got her point across. A blast was a blast was a blast. No need to go digging deeper for it. Several of the old SEF riders who’d chosen to stay here had already reported in to her. If these other Weyrleaders didn’t have their own spies, too bad.


Resiting the urge to swear loudly, F’loran pinched the skin between his eyes. If they were already pulling out the knives to stick in each other’s backs, Faranth only knew what sort of bloodbath they’d be walking out of by the end of the day. Providing it only took a day. At this rate, they’d be in negotiations for a turn and tend days. Scrubbing a hand through his hair, the High Reaches Weyrleader shot a look at J’ian that seemed to resignedly say “told you I wasn’t making it up”. 


Tedileen sighed  a little. “Weyrwoman Kassia, Weyrleader R’tal, thank you for your kind welcome. I believe your suggestion of adjoining is eminently sensible. “She looked around at the other Weyrleaders. “Of course we would not want to discuss potentially sensitive issues where all of Pern could overhear.” Her tone made it clear her irritation was with those who thought this was some sort of witch hunt. Whatever their agenda was, she was all about the information.

I’tri nodded. “I could use some of that refreshment you were talking about. It’s really kind of you to do all this at short notice.”


“I don’t know why we’re supposed to be listening to them,” Telsa said, none too quietly. “They can’t even manage to have the proper amount of Weyrleaders. And now we can’t see the Caverns.” 


“Shhh,” L’nyr said, and steered her on.


Kassia pretended not to notice. Any of them really. And held out her arms for her two Weyrleaders, Brogan sticking close but out of the way. They could think what they could think. For now they could get settled and fed. Maybe they’d think a bit better with food and wine in them.



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Baldrick: The servants.
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Re: Ever The Twane (ATTN: Trifali, Y'sir)

Jessica Freise
 

"Y-yes," she managed. She felt joy and pain, grief and fear, love and...no, not hate. se could never hate Dardueth.

On Sep 10, 2020, at 11:32 AM, sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:

"Just take a deep breath," Y'sir said. "Try to focus on what you're doing. One thing at a time. Unfortunately I can't do much to tell you to block out the memories or you'll scare Dardueth, but maybe I can get my dragon to distract her. Are you okay if I do that?"


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

Nutmeg
 

Encapsulated in the embrace, Tyne let the sensations surround her. The scent of his clothing, the feel of his skin against hers, the sound of his breathing, It suffused her senses and every component added to the jigsaw of calm that built itself around her just whenever he was near. In so many ways that he probably didn't even realise, he had been of such huge importance. She had been content to sit there for several moments simply wrapped in the emotions that filled her. Without Myrandith, there were parts of her that had huge amounts of love to give, that had needed direction like a river stuck behind a dam.

As his stomach rumbled, a small smile curled her lips. "I'll dish up dinner." His cheek was kissed gently as she got to her feet and even as she busied herself cutting bread, her voice quietly and carefully continued. "I was scared of you, for a while," she admitted. "Scared that you would see through me and see all the broken bits left behind and realise it... wasn't worth it." It was a painful admission but one that lurked many a time in her thoughts. "For the longest time I... waited for you to see the real me and realise you... wanted nothing to  do with it." As she talked, she continued busying herself, it seemed to both help and distract. "Lately I've started to see that the real me isn't just broken. Didn't just let people down. Isn't just the girl with the... the dead dragon." She glanced up, catching his eye and her expression softened, "With you, the firelizards.... even Panagath. You've all helped me to see so much about myself that is... better than I ever dreamed could be true."

Assembling the plate of cut and buttered bread and poured bowl of soup onto a tray, she brought it back to the couch, setting it on the low table amidst the glasses of wine. "You made me feel... strong again. And Panagath did. Lately I've been thinking about what I want from my life. For the first time... choices weren't made for me." Tyne glanced over her shoulder, catching his eye. Her expression was one of abject tenderness as she passed him a steaming bowl of the hearty soup. "And all I could think of was how much I wanted it to be you. Because whenever you're here I feel... complete again."

On Sat, Sep 19, 2020 at 5:41 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Hearing her say it back? It was the most wonderful thing that could have happened that day. The only thing that had ever happened to him that was better, was when Panagath chose him.

"I don't know why I waited so long to tell you. I think I was afraid I'd scare you. But then, I realized that it didn't matter. You needed to know." He tightened his arms around her. Maybe she looked fragile, but he knew now that she wasn't. Was nowhere near as fragile as she looked.

They sat like that for some time, then his stomach rumbled. Loudly. 

On Tue, Sep 15, 2020 at 4:16 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
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: Trying to be Subtle atten: Tamalack/Kalain

Laurie
 

"I...yes, I want to do this. But," he looked over at Chato, who seemed to look both pleased and unsure. 

~~Tam not leave 'Lain~~ Chato agreed. ~~'Lain not leave Tam.~~

"Dragons...weyrlings aren't supposed to have any type of relationship like this until after ten months. We may need to wait that long--I don't want to rist Chato. Or Sleek. But I do want to do this."

On Wed, Sep 16, 2020 at 11:30 AM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:
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)

Laurie
 

Hearing her say it back? It was the most wonderful thing that could have happened that day. The only thing that had ever happened to him that was better, was when Panagath chose him.

"I don't know why I waited so long to tell you. I think I was afraid I'd scare you. But then, I realized that it didn't matter. You needed to know." He tightened his arms around her. Maybe she looked fragile, but he knew now that she wasn't. Was nowhere near as fragile as she looked.

They sat like that for some time, then his stomach rumbled. Loudly. 

On Tue, Sep 15, 2020 at 4:16 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
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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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.



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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.



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


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.



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


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.