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Taking a break (Attn Zy'fen/I'des/any)

Amy Frazey
 

Zy'fen sat down hard on the bench just outside his weyr, and put the crutches beside him. The past few months of physical therapy was paying off, but it was hard work. He was worn out from that day's round of physical activity, and wished for something cool to drink, since it was afternoon and the sun was beating down. Unfortunately, the pitcher in the weyr was empty.

Zy'fen wiped his hand across his sweaty forehead and looked around to see if there was someone nearby whose attention he could catch, to ask them for a favor.


Re: Tag-team (DWC 11/8 Attn: any)

Amy Frazey
 
Edited

Scally didn't resist when Garatt pulled her away. She was a *good girl*, and the thing was mostly dead anyway. The little black dog licked her chops again, then turned to rub one of her forepaws over an itchy spot on her muzzle where the tunnelsnake had bitten her.

Mystery, meanwhile, grabbed the unresisting body of the snake and started to drag it away, heading for his girl's old room in the candidate barracks.


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

Steelsilver
 

"Course he won't. He's got some manners." I'des grinned. "Besides, I think he likes you. Doesn't normally select Candidates to do the scrubbing unless he's jealous." 


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

Laura Walker
 

Garatt looked at the bronze, still hesitant, looked at Isodrux washing him and not being eaten in any shape or form. He shifted his weight from foot to foot uncertainly. "He's really not going to grab me?"


On Sun, Nov 15, 2020 at 2:33 AM Steelsilver <theglitteryone2@...> wrote:
"Go ahead and call me I'des." The bronze rider offered, easily, let Garatt go and shook his hand. "I'm no ranker. Now; what can we do for you? Want to help me wash this lug? Don't have to."



--

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: Runner From the Barracks (Attn: Sh'ain/Garatt)

Laura Walker
 

Garatt reached to stroke the runner's neck, more timid of the man than the beast. "The other one you mentioned, his sire, was he yours as well?"


On Sun, Nov 15, 2020 at 1:41 AM Kevin M <LrdSlvrhnd@...> wrote:
"Well, I'm the one paying for his oats, but at this point I suspect he considers himself to be Shalia's," Sh'ain chuckled.  "She's been caring for him for Turns now, while I've barely visited.  Really should change that, but..." His voice trailed off and he gave a bit of a shrug.  "There's only so much time in a day, y'know?"

On Sat, Nov 14, 2020 at 06:06 PM, Laura Walker wrote:
This was it then. This was when someone came to tell him that he either had to come back to the Barracks or go home but he couldn't just hang around messing around with runners all day. At least they'd sent one of the nice ones. "Good, I guess," Garatt admitted in tones of utmost reluctance, telling the truth despite the voice at the back of his mind telling him to invent a terrible limp if it let him stay a bit longer. He watched Sh'ain with the runner, taking that distraction while he could. "Is-- is he yours then, sir?"

 
--
LrdSlvrhnd on the Wizzy thingie, and also on Discord



--

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/Quelenth

Laura Walker
 

((My rider helps look after the small ones,)) Quelenth told her helpfully. ((We used to be in charge of them but that was a long time ago.)) He settled next to her, prudently deciding not to mention either Foreth or Kassia in any way. ((Does your rider like it here?))


On Sat, Nov 14, 2020 at 9:55 PM Jerzy Tobin <jerzytobin@...> wrote:
> Well, Quelenth wasn't one to turn down company from a gold. His rider might have settled (however cautiously) with Foreth's but that didn't mean he had to. Spreading his wings he glided easily over to settle at her side, a little smug at being chosen. ((Quelenth,)) he introduced himself politely. ((And you are Nykantiath, I know.)) It wasn't as though you could miss the existence of a gold.
>
Well of course he should know who she was!  She was important, after
all.  ((Delighted to meet you, Quelenth.  Have you lived at Arolos for
a long time?  Would you tell me about yourself?  And maybe a bit about
your rider, as well?))


--
"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







--

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: I Miss Having A Klah Monkey Attn Margana

Laura Walker
 

R'tal scowled. "I don't like getting new people in. They take too long to fit in," he grumbled. "Anyway, there's no point if there's no klah for someone to actually fetch." Never mind the hundred other little errands Shalia was regularly sent on. And certainly the klah shortage had nothing at all to do with his bad news.


On Sun, Nov 15, 2020 at 12:15 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Margana looked up from the complaint she was reading. One person too many had come to her with stupid complaints, so now if they wanted to file a grievance, they had a form to fill out. Funny how it deterred 60% of the whiners. She was considering making the form even more obnoxious, to weed out even more.

"You want me to go steal klah from the guards?" she asked. "I'm not sure that would go over well. And I don't have the tight shirts and short skirts that Shalia did, so I doubt they'd let me get away with it." She did know where she could get her hands on some klah, but didn't want to show her hand yet.

"When are you going to replace Shalia anyway?"

On Sat, Nov 7, 2020 at 5:27 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
For the past two weeks your character has really wanted something. What do they want? Do they try to get it? How? Do they succeed?  

"Margana." There was a coaxing tone in R'tal's voice, the one he mostly used on K'ren when he really wanted something and suspected K'ren would disapprove. "Margana, there's no klah left."

He'd eked out what he could get his hands on for as long as he could. Being Weyrleader did have certain advantages. But now it was also gone. 

With Shalia it would have been easy. He would just have asked her to go steal it from someone. With Margana-- he looked at her hopefully. "Can you go see if anyone else has any left?" And then take it. With or without their knowledge. "The Guards might. They always have good klah."

--

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



--

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


Caffeinated Lies JP R'tal/Kassia

sailyn2
 

Healer instructions be sharded, Kassia wasn’t going to sit around in her weyr for the remaining months of her pregnancy. She was doing her best to pass off some of her work, which meant she’d made Andronda give out the klah news, but there were plenty of other things she could find to do. Thankfully for her she never had liked the stuff, but that didn’t mean she didn’t keep a secret stash if needed.


It was hardly surprising that R’tal stomped up to find her straight after the announcement. The guards at this point had reached the point of waving him in.


“You didn’t feel like letting me know before it was a public announcement?” he demanded, not pausing for a ‘hello’.


Brogan lifted his head slightly at his stomping before laying it back down.


Kassia got up from her desk with difficulty and then made her way toward the chairs and sofa around the klah table off to the side. “Talk to Andronda about that. Besides, if you’re nice to me, I have a present for you. Go look in the side room in the chest in the corner.” She pointed to the file room attached to her office. Inside he’d find klah to his heart’s content.


“Is it work?” R’tal said, already sounding grumpy even as he did as he was bid. “Because if you’re handing me a juicy file of--” he opened the chest “--oh. Huh.”


“Don’t say I don’t take care of you,” Kassia called to him. “Or that I don’t plan ahead. Now tell me you love me.”


He laughed, and was looking significantly more cheerful when he came back out. “I thought you had two weyrmates for that. Or is it two and a half now?”


“I can never have enough people loving me,” she said. It was only half joke, but she waved it off. “Sit. Since you’re here, you may as well tell me all the good and bad news you have. How are things going with Ma’yen? And the investigation?”


“Ugh. I’d say the best news is no news but in terms of the investigation it’s really not, is it?” R’tal grimaced. “We’re putting M’ayen on clean up for Fall. It was that or sweeps and I didn’t want to test if Foreth’s command was strong enough to last further out and suddenly discover now he’s at, I don’t know, Ista or something.”


“I’d say we should pass out his name and face just in case, but I don’t want to seem like we can’t police our own.” Kassia grimaced at that. “I wish there was a better option here. I really do. We still need to mete out the rest of his punishment. Garatt’s father was asking to be present.”


“Well. I can see why,” R’tal granted. “What did you say?”


“That I would get back to him, but that we could probably work it out.” She gestured to the table in the corner. “Can you get me some juice?”


He poured it, and set water to boil while he was there. “So, I take it I have to be careful not to have klah fumes drifting out of my office?”


“Unless you want a riot,” Kassia agreed. “And preferably not out of mine either, though I think they’re less likely to tear a pregnant woman apart.”


“Everyone knows you don’t drink klah. They’ll never look here,” R’tal predicted. “Besides the smell of fish will hide it.”


“You’re determined to make me eat the stuff, aren’t you?” Kassia asked. “See if I send you any chocolate for the new turn.”


He laughed at her and set the juice in front of her. “Speaking of that -- I got word from F’loran -- no, don’t go all prickly on me...” he warned, anticipating it.


Kassia reached for the juice and stopped midmotion to glare. “Yes?”


“They’re having a Gather in a few sevendays. Big one. Apparently it’s a big winter one they do generally and it’s looking to be even bigger than normal this turn,” R’tal said. “I know you can’t travel, obviously, but he’s extended a general Weyr invitation.”


“Feck it, and I’m stuck here in the heat.” Kassia shook her head. “I suppose people will want to go. That’d mean we’d have to loosen our lockdown here. Are we ready for that? Or do we just quietly say ‘no’ and let it go? No one would ever know.”


“It’s been a sharding awful turn,” R’tal said reflectively. “One thing after another. I’m surprised we’re not hearing more about the klah shortage, not because it’s big but because it’s one more thing. Giving people something to look forward to.. It might help.”


Kassia made a dismissive wave of her hand. “Enjoy. Just remember that I like knives and boots when you’re up there.”


R’tal laughed at that. “I’m sure we can find you some Turns’ End gifts,” he promised. “In payment for the klah.” He paused. “But-- get Foreth to make extra specially sure that Ardeth isn’t released with the rest.”


“He’s going nowhere,” Kassia said darkly. “I still wish we could leave him to rot in a cell and never have him come out. Ardeth made a very poor choice in riders.” Of course there was a whole previous Weyr where she could say that as well. On the other hand, there had been days when people had said the same thing about her and Foreth. Not that she wanted to lump herself in with people who abused other people.


“Good. You want to make the announcement, or shall one of us do it?” R’tal asked.


“I can do it,” she said. “I might as well get to see their happy responses before the healers try to tell me I can’t do anything bit sit in a chair and look pretty.”


“You always look pretty, Kass.” There was a tease in his voice at that, but he stood up to go and take the precious klah with him. “Enjoy giving them good news for once.”


“Okay, you silver tongue, you,” she said, smiling again. “I’ll give it to them and look pretty doing it. Enjoy your klah, but don’t come my way if someone spots you with it.”





Re: Tag-team (DWC 11/8 Attn: any)

Laura Walker
 

"Hey, hey, you're going to get bitten." Garatt reached to grab at the dog's collar, trying to pull her away. "Come on, come away from  there. Shouldn't you be back in the kennels?" 


On Sun, Nov 15, 2020 at 2:04 PM Amy Frazey <amyfrazey9@...> wrote:
Scally looked up and gave a bark of recognition when the boy who had walked her before appeared. Then she licked her bloody chops and went back to trying to kill the tunnelsnake, grabbing it's tail again and whipping it from side to side while Mystery raked his claws across the snake's head.



--

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: Hey, You! Stablehand! atten: Garatt/Sarati

Laura Walker
 

Another few steps. "You going to let me lead you?" Garatt asked cautiously, reaching out a hand. "I think your owner's waiting for you. She'll be getting bored."


On Sun, Nov 15, 2020 at 9:38 PM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:
Midnight snorted again and then took a few steps to the open stall door. He made another bite at the orangeroot.



--

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: Hey, You! Stablehand! atten: Garatt/Sarati

sailyn2
 

Midnight snorted again and then took a few steps to the open stall door. He made another bite at the orangeroot.


Re: Like A Bad Penny Attn Larissa

Kevin M
 

After he left, Larissa leaned back in her chair, frowning slightly in thought.  They weren't bringing in new people much, but there was always some trickle, even now, and if he truly was related to a rider - even if the rider was still a weyrling - that would make a difference.  She nodded sharply.  Right.  Make sure the guards were aware, and chase down this Kel.  Hopefully not one of the newest classes, but either way the Weyrling Barracks was the place to start.

((Worried, but not dangerous)) Galen offered his insight from his little den.  If the bronze had thought him a danger, he would've made his presence known.

((That was my read also, dear, but I'll still check on him anyway.))


On Sun, Nov 15, 2020 at 03:15 PM, Laura Walker wrote:

Crelin didn't have to be told twice; it had been a while since the last good meal and he wasn't going to hesitate lest the offer be withdrawn. Another "Thank you" and he trotted away. Someone would doubtless point him towards the Dining Hall if he asked.

 
--
LrdSlvrhnd on the Wizzy thingie, and also on Discord


Re: Who, Me? Attn Valder

Laura Walker
 

"I don't have any more. I'm sorry." Garatt apologised to the wher, happy to give her all the scratches her heart could desire even if his pockets were empty. He rubbed her headknobs obligingly. "She's not a baby like Tilly, is she?"


On Sun, Nov 15, 2020 at 2:35 PM Amy Frazey <amyfrazey9@...> wrote:
Valder nodded at the herd of breeding stock, most of which had moved away from Sig's presence, including the lame cow. "Yea, they mind 'er. But I'm trying ta train Sig ta herd the heavies. She's gettin  a lot better at bein  patient."

At that moment, Sig wasn't interested in the herdbeasts, but was nudging Garatt's hand, searching for more treats or scratches.



--

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

Laura Walker
 

Garatt dug into his pocket and came up with a handful of treats -- he had intended them for the dog, but oh well. He held them out to the firelizard, keeping his hand flat. "You want to come to me? I've got food."


On Sun, Nov 15, 2020 at 1:47 PM Amy Frazey <amyfrazey9@...> wrote:
P'ryn nodded and scratched the back of his neck nervously, a worried look on his face. "Ya, he probably would. Robelth is... " P'ryn shrugged, but didn't finish the thought out loud. He didn't think Robelth would really eat a dog or a flit, but...

{{Of course not. That wouldn't be any fun. And it would upset you.}}

Then a screech heralded the arrival said flit, who promptly settled on P'ryn's shoulder and began to scold him at the same time he was rubbing all over his boy's hair and face.

And Nort's sudden appearance made Scally start to bark and bounce at the blue flit to get his attention. P'ryn tried to shrug Nort off, but the flit's claws dug in and he refused to budge.

P'ryn winced, then winced again when Robelth gave a mental screech of his own, aimed mostly at Nort. {{Let go! You're hurting him! Begone!}}

But Nort refused to be cowed, and only dug in even more, drawing blood and making P'ryn flinch. "Nort, ya goofy thing, let go o me. Scally, belay!" He gave Garatt a pleading look. "Help me pry him off, will ya?"



--

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: Like A Bad Penny Attn Larissa

Laura Walker
 

Crelin didn't have to be told twice; it had been a while since the last good meal and he wasn't going to hesitate lest the offer be withdrawn. Another "Thank you" and he trotted away. Someone would doubtless point him towards the Dining Hall if he asked.


On Sun, Nov 15, 2020 at 1:45 AM Kevin M <LrdSlvrhnd@...> wrote:
"There are always odd jobs to be had for a good man willing to work," Larissa replied.  "Go wrap yourself around some food, and I'll have somebody track down Kel to meet you there."

On Sat, Nov 14, 2020 at 06:50 PM, Laura Walker wrote:
"Thank you, miss." Crelin touched politely where his cap might have been had he been wearing a cap. "I can turn my hands to most things if it helps," he added. "I've fixed a fair few fences, and done painting where needed too."

 
--
LrdSlvrhnd on the Wizzy thingie, and also on Discord



--

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.


I lived (DWC 11/11 SA)

Amy Frazey
 

(OOC- backdating to just after the last Gather, when Zy'fen decided to get back on his foot.)

I lived. That's what Zy'fen had to keep telling himself. "I lived." He said it out loud that time.

Behind him, Nerenth rumbled. {{*We* lived. And I am glad. I am glad we did not go into the cold *Between*.}} The brown dragon raised his head and gave His a level look. {{And we will continue to live. Nothing is too hard when we're together. I won't have it any other way.}}

Zy'fen knew it was mostly Nerenth's determination that had gotten him out of his slump, and he was grateful. The presence of Illeana and Tianmar had helped too, and Zy was still a bit in awe of his first child. All in all, life was looking up.

"I lived." This time, Zy'fen said it gladly.


Re: Who, Me? Attn Valder

Amy Frazey
 

Valder nodded at the herd of breeding stock, most of which had moved away from Sig's presence, including the lame cow. "Yea, they mind 'er. But I'm trying ta train Sig ta herd the heavies. She's gettin  a lot better at bein  patient."

At that moment, Sig wasn't interested in the herdbeasts, but was nudging Garatt's hand, searching for more treats or scratches.


Re: Matchmaker! Matchmaker! Att: Nykantiath/Nerenth

Amy Frazey
 

For a few moments, Nerenth felt like he was a hatchling again, with his Golden Mother's wing draped over him protectively. Then he shook his head and rumbled appreciatively. {{Our thanks to you and Yours. It is good to be with another dragon.}} Some of their former wingmates had been outright ignoring them, or worse- pitying them. 


Re: A Golden Visit Att: Zy'fen/Andronda

Amy Frazey
 

Zy'fen relaxed when he realised this was likely just a friendly visit, and not some official Goldrider business. He nodded at the Healer who handed him a towel, then wiped the sweat off his face and neck before answering lady Andronda.

"I'm doing much better now." He reached down and tapped the wooden leg, "Getting used to it a bit more each day."

Zy'fen hesitated, flicking a glance at the waiting bench. "Would you mind sitting with me while we talk, Lady Andronda?"


Re: Tag-team (DWC 11/8 Attn: any)

Amy Frazey
 

Scally looked up and gave a bark of recognition when the boy who had walked her before appeared. Then she licked her bloody chops and went back to trying to kill the tunnelsnake, grabbing it's tail again and whipping it from side to side while Mystery raked his claws across the snake's head.

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