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Re: Bedtime Tales (Daily Writing Challenge)

Amy Frazey
 

Zy'fen looked up, surprised by the unexpected question. He hadn't been aware his voice had carried, tucked away in a corner of the infirmary the way he was, while waiting for Illeana to come pick up Tianmar.

"The Wild Hunt?" He had to think fast, "It's made up of a horde of firelizards and sometimes where, and led by a single bronze dragon and his Rider, to go out and punish people who do bad things." He laughed nervously and shook his head. "It's just a story I was making up for the baby."

Zy'fen shifted in his chair, and the blanket covering his lap slipped just enough to show a quick glimpse of his wooden leg, before he covered it up again.


Re: Bedtime Tales (Daily Writing Challenge)

Jerzy Tobin
 

"There was a full moon that night, but the air was full of a smoky haze that turned the moon red. It was a night filled with terrible sights and sounds. Far above, a single dragon flew -bronze by the size of his silhouette- with his rider perched in a saddle on his back. The hazy air made the great dragon and his rider look as though they'd been dipped in blood. All around them were uncountable firelizards, both wild and tamed."

Zy'fen looked down at the baby in his arms, and couldn't help but smile. He knew that Tianmar didn't understand anything he was saying, but that didn't matter. Zy'fen was enjoying telling his son a bedtime tale.

"The air was full of the sounds of those many wings, as well as cries of hunger and screeches of anger when some of the fire lizards fought over scraps of food. And the dragonrider, a man that many children feared, for they'd been told he would be the one to come punish them if they disobeyed. His deep voice could be heard calling out to his Bronze, who roared in response. It was a night for fear, a good time to stay indoors and safe. A night for the Wild Hunt."
Ataylan had just been passing through, looking for something
interesting to do before bed, when he heard the man speaking to the
baby. A bedtime story, from the sounds of it, but not the sort that
the boy had heard before. It was enough to have him come creeping
closer to listen, curious now.

"What's the Wild Hunt?" Ataylan asked in a quiet voice, unable to help himself.

--
"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


Bedtime Tales (Daily Writing Challenge)

Amy Frazey
 

"There was a full moon that night, but the air was full of a smoky haze that turned the moon red. It was a night filled with terrible sights and sounds. Far above, a single dragon flew -bronze by the size of his silhouette- with his rider perched in a saddle on his back. The hazy air made the great dragon and his rider look as though they'd been dipped in blood. All around them were uncountable firelizards, both wild and tamed."

Zy'fen looked down at the baby in his arms, and couldn't help but smile. He knew that Tianmar didn't understand anything he was saying, but that didn't matter. Zy'fen was enjoying telling his son a bedtime tale.

"The air was full of the sounds of those many wings, as well as cries of hunger and screeches of anger when some of the fire lizards fought over scraps of food. And the dragonrider, a man that many children feared, for they'd been told he would be the one to come punish them if they disobeyed. His deep voice could be heard calling out to his Bronze, who roared in response. It was a night for fear, a good time to stay indoors and safe. A night for the Wild Hunt."


Re: You look like a match! (Tyne's flits/Sontal)

Aaron
 


A pair of greens hopped forwards to scrutinise Sontal. Whilst the others were arguing, they were more curious and they shared the image they had that was almost Sontal but had clearly adjusted slightly to try and make him fit. The curiosity wrapped around it was quite obvious, as was its meaning and intent as they stared quizzically at him.

Sontal tilted his head and stared quizzically back. Despite living in the weyr, he did not have much experience to draw on with understanding firelizard speech. Such as it was. It was nice, though, to be able to perceive what they were saying.

Them again, trying to read these images might be harder than reading lips. He could still hear some very loud sounds, but even if someone was shouting at him, he could not actually make out the words.

"Do you think that's me?" he asked. "Are you looking for him?"


Re: I Promise I Didn't Steal Your Dog Attn P'ryn

Amy Frazey
 

P'ryn arched an eyebrow, but shook his head when Garatt offered him the leash. "Better not. I left Robelth fed and sleeping, but I cain't be gone too long. Ye go ahead and walk her, she looks happy with ye." He let his hand drop, but was curious about what Garatt was hiding behind his back.


Re: I Promise I Didn't Steal Your Dog Attn P'ryn

Laura Walker
 

"Garatt." He assumed the other boy was asking for the lead and offered it to him willingly enough, holding it out in his right hand. The left, bandaged hand stayed safe hidden behind his back. "She's a nice dog," he offered, not particularly good at making conversation but feeling that was safe enough. "Do you want to take her now then?"


On Mon, Oct 26, 2020 at 12:42 PM Amy Frazey <amyfrazey9@...> wrote:
P'ryn looked up and nodded at the other boy, "It's a'ight. Scally, belay. 'm glad to see you too." He had to hold a hand up to get the happy black canine to settle down. Which was actually pretty easy, compared to a riled up Robelth.

" 'm glad someone can look after her, since I cain't be here too much." P'ryn stood up, and Scally sat pretty by his feet, panting and still wagging her tail. "Name's P'ryn." He held out his hand for the other boy to shake.



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


Re: Who, Me? Attn Valder

Laura Walker
 

He was far far more relaxed around the wher than the human, keeping a wary eye on Valder even as he rummaged in his pocket for some slightly dusty treats. They had perhaps a little fluff still clinging to them but no animal Garatt had ever met had minded that. "Here you go," he offered, holding his hand carefully flat as he offered it. "Tilly likes these ones."


On Thu, Oct 29, 2020 at 6:58 PM Amy Frazey <amyfrazey9@...> wrote:
Valder had been more worried about Garatt falling in the corral, than whether he had permission to be there. It didn't really matter now.

When Garatt asked about giving Sig a treat, Valder shrugged, "Sure, go fer it. Sig, go easy."



--

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


Re: Wish You Could Wash Me (atten: Garatt, Isirdux)

Laura Walker
 

It was never easy sidling away from the Barracks to get back to the stables after being at the Infirmary. A voice in his head and Garatt froze, not quite daring to look around to see who had called him, standing still as a statue in the hope of escaping attention.


On Fri, Oct 30, 2020 at 6:59 PM Steelsilver <theglitteryone2@...> wrote:
There wasn't much time that I'des didn't spend with Sunstreath, especially since the bronze's rider wasn't yet cleared for Threadfall. 

That didn't mean that the bronze didn't still find times when I'des wasn't with him, to suddenly acquire a contrary, or at least mischievous, streak. Such as right now. A gliding leap from his sunning spot, down into the Lake shallows, with a splash, head turning to regard anyone nearby. No, no... 

There. ((You, and.... you! Yes, you two! Come here and wash me! And scratch my itches!)) 



--

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


Re: Matchmaker! Matchmaker! Att: Nykantiath/Sunstreath

Steelsilver
 

((I was hatched at Ista.)) Sunstreath responded, chest puffing up in pride, and arching his neck proudly. ((But Mine says Arolos is better. The sunning spots here are very good.)) he added. ((I will show the best ones to you, if you like.)) 

A pause, and then he added, ((There was a Quake, and Mine was injured by the wher.)) 


Wish You Could Wash Me (atten: Garatt, Isirdux)

Steelsilver
 

There wasn't much time that I'des didn't spend with Sunstreath, especially since the bronze's rider wasn't yet cleared for Threadfall. 

That didn't mean that the bronze didn't still find times when I'des wasn't with him, to suddenly acquire a contrary, or at least mischievous, streak. Such as right now. A gliding leap from his sunning spot, down into the Lake shallows, with a splash, head turning to regard anyone nearby. No, no... 

There. ((You, and.... you! Yes, you two! Come here and wash me! And scratch my itches!)) 


Crafting Time! (atten: Cremsden)

Steelsilver
 

Temeir hadn't been at the Weyr long, but he was, slowly, getting used to the work, and the schedules, though being asked to take on a Craft as well was another new experience, and he'd opted to try the Healercraft. 

He was waiting, fidgeting a little, for someone to notice him. 


Re: Who, Me? Attn Valder

Amy Frazey
 

Valder had been more worried about Garatt falling in the corral, than whether he had permission to be there. It didn't really matter now.

When Garatt asked about giving Sig a treat, Valder shrugged, "Sure, go fer it. Sig, go easy."


Re: Who, Me? Attn Valder

Laura Walker
 

Garatt's hand went to his pocket automatically before he glanced hesitantly at Valder. It was a fleeting glance, up and away again, not quite making eye contact. "I uhm. I have treats. For Master Tolfast's Tilly and Shep." Which maybe explained something of why the boy was there even if he wasn't wearing any knots. "If it's okay to give her some?"


On Tue, Oct 27, 2020 at 8:26 PM Amy Frazey <amyfrazey9@...> wrote:
Sig scooted even closer to the scared boy, [Sigrun good. Food?]]

Valder shook his head at Sig, then nodded at the lame cow. "Aye, she'll be fine. I'll let one of the herders know, so they can give 'er a lookin'  over. 'm sure they'll make sure she's taken care of."



--

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


Re: Who, Me? Attn Valder

Amy Frazey
 

Sig scooted even closer to the scared boy, [Sigrun good. Food?]]

Valder shook his head at Sig, then nodded at the lame cow. "Aye, she'll be fine. I'll let one of the herders know, so they can give 'er a lookin'  over. 'm sure they'll make sure she's taken care of."


Re: Who, Me? Attn Valder

Laura Walker
 

"Hi Sig." And Garatt managed a tentative smile aimed at the wher rather than at Vader. He bit his lip, still timid if no longer quite as scared that he was about to be in trouble. "Will the herdbeast be okay?"


On Tue, Oct 27, 2020 at 12:40 PM Amy Frazey <amyfrazey9@...> wrote:
"Garatt. M'name's Valder. Ya didn't do nothin wrong." Valder nodded at the lame cow, then put a hand on the fence. "I was jest worrit ya'd fall off the fence and git hurt. That's why I sent Sig here at git ya down."



--

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.


You Get to Give the Bad News atten: Andronda/Kassia

sailyn2
 

Kassia looked at the tithe list again. She'd checked it three times and the answer never changed. She'd already checked with the other Weyrs and their answer was the same. The weather had been bad and there was a shortage of klah across Pern. Kassia couldn't have cared less, but she knew that the horrid drink was necessary for the functioning of so many other people. The shortage was going to be bad.

Normally she would have given the news, but she was under orders to 'take it easy' so Andronda it is.

((Nykantiath, Mine needs you in her office,)) Foreth reluctantly relayed.


Re: Who, Me? Attn Valder

Amy Frazey
 

"Garatt. M'name's Valder. Ya didn't do nothin wrong." Valder nodded at the lame cow, then put a hand on the fence. "I was jest worrit ya'd fall off the fence and git hurt. That's why I sent Sig here at git ya down."


Re: Who, Me? Attn Valder

Laura Walker
 

"Garatt, sir." He was edgy still, whole body tensed as though ready for trouble. "I wasn't going to-- one was limping and I was just trying to see what she looked like so I could tell someone." He fidgeted, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "I just wanted to see if she was hurt, that was all."

There were kids who cringed when you looked at them and then opened their mouths and you could tell from the way they spoke that they'd likely been brought up on poverty with barely a decent meal in their lives. That wasn't Garatt. He shifted and squirmed with that same nervousness but he spoke nicely, words hurried and falling over each other but still carefully enunciated in the way of a boy who had been well brought up and educated.

On Mon, Oct 26, 2020 at 3:55 PM Amy Frazey <amyfrazey9@...> wrote:
The quick change in the boy  -he was acting like a beaten pup- made Valder step back and hold up his hands in a calming gesture. His tone and words had been a bit rough, as usual, but he hadn't been trying to scare the boy.

Valder clucked his tongue, like he would to calm a nervous heavy, and he spoke soothingly. "Hey, hey. Nothin' to 'pologize fer. Ya didn't do nothin' wrong. What's yer name?"

The change in the smell of the boy made Sig scoot closer to him, though she wrinkled her snout at the sour smell of his terrified sweat. [[Sigrun calm. Sigrun nice, yes? No stampede.]]



--

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


Re: Who, Me? Attn Valder

Amy Frazey
 

The quick change in the boy  -he was acting like a beaten pup- made Valder step back and hold up his hands in a calming gesture. His tone and words had been a bit rough, as usual, but he hadn't been trying to scare the boy.

Valder clucked his tongue, like he would to calm a nervous heavy, and he spoke soothingly. "Hey, hey. Nothin' to 'pologize fer. Ya didn't do nothin' wrong. What's yer name?"

The change in the smell of the boy made Sig scoot closer to him, though she wrinkled her snout at the sour smell of his terrified sweat. [[Sigrun calm. Sigrun nice, yes? No stampede.]]


Re: Who, Me? Attn Valder

Laura Walker
 

Garatt had been perfectly fine with the wher, quite happy to obediently scramble down from the fence to stand on his feet, still holding his trousers in place with one hand. His posture changed almost immediately when Valder appeared though, head ducking and shoulders hunching as he tried to shrink in on himself.

“I’m sorry!” The apology came first, words quickly thrown out as though apologising quickly enough might still save him. “I didn’t mean— I was just trying to see — I think one’s hurt.” The hand holding his trousers tugged at them, twisting a little, unconscious fidgeting like a nervous runner too antsy to stand entirely still.

To the wher’s nose the boy would even have smelt different; he was sweating suddenly, skin flushing hot in panic. A moment ago he had been calm, now he smelt scared.


On Monday, October 26, 2020, Amy Frazey <amyfrazey9@...> wrote:
When the boy turned around, Sig released him, thinking he was getting off the fence. [[Down. Val say down.]] The boy's polite request was only half lost on the green wher. He still looked like he was going to fall, and Sig eased back so he wouldn't land on her if he did. [[Sigrun watch. You hurt?]] The boy smelled damaged, the way some herdbeasts did if they were injured.

And about then, Valder walked up, making a motion with one hand, and Sig immediately lay down, though she stayed watchful. "Whatcha doin' round them heavies, boy? What'ser name?" He gave the bedraggled boy a close once over. "Ya almost fell in. What's wrong with yer pants?"



--

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.

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