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Sea Sounds and Dragonspeech (jp: D'jarin / Vizslath, Sontal)

Aaron
 

Sontal liked the lake. The shore. The water. While he could only hear a muffled, distant sort of low rumbling, he could feel the wind and the waves, and he could remember what the air rushing off of the water and onto the land felt like.

It was akin to the reason he liked the smithy. Despite the sounds of the forge being only barely within his hearing, he could feel the sounds of the hammers on metal moving through his arm.

He had become quite a bit stronger since he first started working with the smiths, even though they only rarely let him actually make anything new as practice. He did quite a bit of heavy lifting nevertheless.

Sontal sighed a happy sigh as he leaned back onto the sand and let the wind blow over him and ran his hands along the surface of the dune.

Vizslath yawned and half-rolled over, creating a small wave where the bronze lay, half in and half out of the shallows, cracking open one gleaming eye in amusement as D'jarin sputtered. ((Maybe you would not get so wet if you had help. Like that one, there.)) He observed, even as he reached out to Sontal. ((Hello. That is a very good sunning spot. Would you like to be damp?))

Sontal opened an eye at the sound in his head. Was that… a dragon??

He sat up, both eyes opened and looked around for whoever it was who addressed him.

[[Are you there?]] he called.

((Here I am.)) Vizslath responded, and rose, slowly, to his full height, unfurling his wings and lifting his head, arching his neck proudly. Water droplets from the Lake gleamed on his wingsails and hide. ((I am the mighty Vizslath, and I seek someone to aid I and Mine.)) 

((Him.)) he added, privately, to his rider, and sent an image of the boy. D’jarin hesitated, and then sloshed over, wading out of the Lake toward the kid. “Hey you. You wanna help?” He added, jerking his head in the bronze’s direction.

Sontal blinked as he realized someone had approached him. He had been entirely in awe of the beautiful bronze dragon who had deigned to speak directly to him.

He tilted his head for a moment as he realized the man had spoken to him.

"I'm sorry," he said, his voice sounding just a touch off. "I couldn't hear you. What did you… oh." He put two and two together. "You're the bronze's rider. The Mighty Vizslath. He wants my help? You want my help?" He blushed as he realized he was probably rambling.

“Sure, kid.” D’jarin gave another nod. “...You, uh, ever helped wash a dragon before?” 

Sontal narrowed his eyes as he watched D'jarin's lips move. He was fairly certain he knew what he said.

"Yes, sir. I know how," he affirmed. "Can I help wash the Mighty Vizslath?"

"I, ah.. Sure, kid. C'mon." D'jarin responded after a beat, beckoning the kid to follow as he turned, went back toward Vizslath. 

The bronze rumbled approval. ((Do you see why I have chosen him?)) He told his rider. 

Sontal followed cheerfully, glad to have the opportunity to help a bronzerider. It was not every day a bronze dragon asked him, either. A mighty bronze dragon.

When they reached him, Sontal wasted no time in getting to work. He had lived in a weyr his whole life and was well familiar with how to wash one.

“You can work on his legs if you want.” D’jarin offered. “Just leave the wings and his head to me, okay kid?” 

Vizslath rumbled, and lowered his head to inspect the boy more closely, great eyes whirling a slow, contented, blue.

Sontal did not see D'jarin speaking to him – only Vizslath. His eyes went wide, and he reached out to touch the end of the bronze's muzzle.

[[You're so handsome,]] he thought, his heart aching at the reminder that he would not be allowed to Stand, ever.

((I am the best bronze.)) Vizslath agreed, with pride, pushed his nose into that touch. ((You may begin washing me. Mine will take care of my wings and head- you may do what you like of the rest of me, and my D’jarin will do everything else.)) 

“Hey. Kid.” D’jarin called again, when no response came. 

[[OK,]] Sontal said, smiling brightly as he touched his forehead to Vizslath's muzzle. [[I'll start here, OK?]] he said as he began to wash Vizslath's foreleg. He still had no idea D'jarin was speaking to him, so he did not answer him.

D’jarin frowned, and slid down from where he’d climbed up on Vizslath’s back, landing with a splash and wading over to Sontal. “Hey. Kid. You, uh… okay?” 

Sontal turned and looked up at D'jarin when he noticed the man had approached him. He shrank a bit into himself, expecting him to be angry. Adults were always angry when you did not listen to them, and Sontal could not listen anymore.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I couldn't hear you. Were you calling me? Did I do something wrong?"

“Hey, whoa. No, you didn’t do anything wrong.” D’jarin responded, frown deepening. “...Just asked you a question, that’s all. You’re doing fine. ...You okay kid?”

((Mine would not be angry at a little.)) Vizslath added, with a rumble. ((Especially one who is happy to help us.)) 

"I'm sorry," Sontal repeated. He was used to apologizing, even if he was not sure what for. Safer that way. "I'm OK," he confirmed. He was sure the bronzerider had asked that. "Do I… need to do something else?" he asked, his eyes flitting briefly to Vizslath's leg. Though he returned them quickly to D'jarin's lips to make sure he did not miss anything else.

[[I want to help!]] he confirmed eagerly to Vizslath.

“No. You’re okay, kid.” 

Faranth. Was this kid bullied or something? The bronzerider paused, hesitating, and then continued, when his dragon gave him a mental nudge. “... Did you really not hear me?” 

((You are helping. I am a lot of dragon.)) Vizslath reassured. ((When we are done, you may sit with me, if you like.))

Sontal's lip quivered. He still hated to admit this, even Turns later. Admitting it was tantamount to admitting that he could not Stand, and he hated thinking about that. The Smiths were kind enough to let him play at being one of them, but he was still the youngest person in the forge, even when they let him have his early apprentice lessons.

"I… I got sick a couple of Turns ago, and… now I don't hear so good." Hardly at all, but that was too hard to say. "But if I see you talking to me, it's easier."

Hardly anybody knew the Harper signs. He could never expect anyone to know how to do that, even if it did make things so much easier, even than trying to read lips.

Faranth, D’jarin wanted to say again, but bit it back. The kid was upset enough. Neither would sorry do. 

“... Tell you what. If I need to tell you something, I ask him,” a gesture at the bronze, “to get your attention first. Okay kid?” 

Sontal smiled with relief, relaxed, and nodded. He liked Vizslath and loved an excuse for the bronze to talk to him more. A bronze had never talked to him before!

"OK," he agreed.

D’jarin nodded back, approving. “Lemme know when you’re done with that leg, alright?” 

"Yes, sir," Sontal agreed. He was fairly sure he knew what D'jarin said. By then, he had a lot of practice. He went back to scrubbing the great bronze Vizslath's leg, paying special attention to do an outstanding job. He could scarcely afford for a bronzerider – a bronzerider! – to think he did not know how to do a good washing job.

Sontal was not shy with asking Vizslath to move or lift his paw when he needed, and soon, Sontal had the entire limb sparkling clean.

"Um, sir?" he called. He was even more self-conscious about the way his voice had begun to sound different when he was shouting. He knew some of the other boys had started to make fun of his voice since he could no longer hear it.

"Is this good?" he asked.

“Hm?” D’jarin looked up from scrubbing at Vizslath’s rear haunches to move back over toward Sontal, looking down at him, then craning his head to peer at Vizslath’s leg. 

((I am very clean.)) Vizslath told both his rider and the boy, primly.

Sontal waited for some time before he decided that D'jarin must not have heard him and asked him to repeat.

"Um. Oh, uh. I finished this arm, and Mighty Vizslath says it's very clean?" he said. "Should I start on the next one?"

"..Sure." D'jarin responded after a beat, making a 'go ahead' gesture. "Take your time, kid. No rush." 

Vizslath, ever so helpful, lifted his other foreleg.

Sontal smiled and nodded to D'jarin and then moved to wash Vizslath's other foreleg. He took every bit as much care to do a good job on the second. While he could not work forever, he had more endurance and strength than the average ten-Turn-old due to the work he was putting in for the forge.

Once that was finished, he asked the dragon,

[[What part should I wash next?]]

Vizslath snorted, curled his neck around to inspect his leg- and then dipped his snout into the water, nudging it in an awkward sort of splash towards the lad. ((You may do my chest, if you like. You have more than assisted I and Mine.)) 

A pause, sinking lower in the water with another splash and nearly unbalancing D’jarin. ((Mine says you do not need to work, to pay attention to me.)) he added, a bit more grumbly, when his rider chided him.

[[I can still help!]] Sontal insisted. [[Or. Or if you want me to stay anyway, I will. I want to.]] If he left, then this time of being favored would be over, and Sontal would wake up in his bed again, alone. Again.

[[But I don't mind washing you.]]

"I don't mind," he said again aloud, though it might have been too quiet for D'jarin to hear. Or so loud he could not help but hear it. It was hard for Sontal to tell how loud he was being relative to the background noise.

((If you can help, you will.)) Vizslath merely stated, and dismissed the matter. Such things were for the humans to fret over. 

"Hang on kid, I'm not chasing you off." D'jarin responded, looking up with another frown.

Sontal squinted and blinked furiously as he had turned to watch for D'jarin's response. But he was not at all sure what he had said.

But there was, at last, an easy way to check.

[[Did he say I can stay?]] he asked the bronze just to be sure.

((Yes. He did.)) Vizslath assured, with a rumble. ((You are welcome with us. Mine only says that you are not to overdo things.))

[[Over… then… I should leave you a little dirty?]] Sontal asked. He tilted his head curiously. He supposed a little dirt might look… cool? He was not sure. Maybe it complemented Vizslath's hide color.

((Dirt on a dragon hide will lead to roughness, and then dryness, which will lead to cracked hide and inability to go between.)) Vizslath recited, drawing the memory from his rider’s. ((You must clean my hide properly, first with water and soapsand. You must, of course, not exhaust yourself, however.)) 

[[Oh! Oh, I know how to clean dragon hide,]] Sontal assured the bronze. [[I just. I just wasn't expecting anyone to think I'd get tired. I'm OK. I'm a big kid.]]

He resumed his efforts to clean the bronze's hide, certain that he could keep up the pace for as long as it took to get him clean. He was certainly never going to give up, even if he fell asleep on the sand as soon as he was done.

D’jarin made his way around the rest of Vizslath, scrubbing and spot checking, before he finally waded back over to where he’d left the kid, Vizslath helpfully nosing Sontal with just enough pressure to turn him in D’jarin’s direction. 

"Oh! Hello. Sir," Sontal greeted D'jarin as he realized why Vizslath was nudging him. "Did I do OK?" he asked, hoping D'jarin would appreciate his work and ask him to help again sometime. He liked Vizslath quite a lot.

“He looks great.” D’jarin told him. “Well done, kid.” Vizslath, just in case, relayed the words with his own smug pride. ((I always look wonderful. But you helped.)) he added.

D’jarin glanced at the sky, then back at the kid. “You had lunch yet?”

"No, not yet," said Sontal, but his stomach did rumble at the mention of food. Much as he wanted to spend more time with the great bronze who seemed to like him, lunch did sound pretty good… He patted Vizslath's hide.

[[I'm glad I helped,]] he said. He did not realize it, but he was smiling from ear to ear at the praise from both dragon and rider.

“C’mon then.” D’jarin grunted, moved back to the sandy beach to start drying off. “Washing a dragon builds up your appetite ...Unless they feed you at the creche, or something?”

Sontal missed most of what D'jarin said, but he did catch ‘feed’ and ‘creche’.

"Oh, I don't live in the creche anymore."

Not strictly true. But he was not going to miss the opportunity to brag about his special early apprenticeship, even if still had to wait to officially move into the apprentices' quarters.

"Well. Sort of. The smiths are teaching me already. So I usually eat with them. But it's a rest day."

“Dining Hall’s always open, more or less.” D’jarin told him. “C’mon-- you look like you need a feeding or two.” 

A pause. “You’re a Smithcraft apprentice?” He was kinda small…

"They let me start early," Sontal explained. "I wouldn't leave them alone until they let me try." And perhaps his mother had pulled a few strings. "And I'm good at it!" he proclaimed.

"I still have to do some Harper lessons, though. For practicing how to talk with hand signs." It was annoying on one hand but a blessing on the other, even if the number of people he could sign with was still pretty small.

“You are, huh?” D’jarin hummed. “Determined, too- to get into a Craft early.”

"I made a knife!" Sontal proclaimed. It was nothing special as far as knives went, but for a 10-Turn-old to have made it was actually rather impressive.

"Huh." D'jarin responded. "Already working at the forge then? You know to be careful, right?" 

"I'm not allowed to be near the fire without a master or a senior journeyman to watch me," said Sontal when he saw D'jarin say ‘careful’. "I always do what they tell me, because they said I don't get any second chances. If I break any rules even one time, I can't come back until I'm twelve."

D’jarin nodded. “They’re rules for a reason.” he agreed, even as he led the way toward the Dining Hall. “Good job on making something though.” 

"I know! I follow the rules!" Sontal said with a touch of defensiveness, not entirely sure of everything D'jarin had said. Lip reading was more of an art than a science as it was, and as they were walking, he only caught a few words here and there and guessed about the rest – which had been his habit for the last two Turns.


“Good. Good.” D’jarin responded, and a moment’s thought had Vizslath grumbling, but relaying the words. “It’s important to be safe. Riders learn that too, real early.” 

"Yeah…" Sontal agreed. He turned his eyes to the ground in front of him, though he had the presence of mind to thank Vizslath for his help to talk to D'jarin. Thinking about what Riders did was a sore spot. Sontal was never going to be a rider.

“If you ever see Vizslath, and you’re free, you’re always welcome to approach him.” D’jarin offered, and the bronze relayed that as well, adding, ((I will accept your company.)) 

Sontal perked up a bit and smiled.

[[Thank you. I think you're amazing,]] he added with a starstruck tone to his mind voice.

"Thank you," he added aloud to D'jarin. "It's nice of you both."

((Of course I am.)) Vizslath rumbled back, smugly complacent. ((I am a bronze.)) 

“No problem, kid.” D’jarin responded. 

[[But you're, like, the best bronze, though,]] Sontal insisted. Better than any bronze he had ever met, that was for sure. Better than a brown. Better than a brown named Talith.

((Of course I am.)) Vizslath assured him. ((I am the mighty Vizslath. Thread trembles before me.)) He hadn’t talked to anyone but his rider in a while- it was a novel experience.

"Yes, you are," said Sontal cheerfully. "The Mighty Vizslath. No Thread can beat you." He did not intentionally speak aloud for D'jarin's benefit. But such was the effect.

D’jarin let out a quiet chuckle and continued moving. Vizslath was laying it on a bit thick, but if it made the kid’s mood improve, so be it. 


Re: Baby's First Lost Tooth Att: Cremsden/Yla

Laura Walker
 



The boy perked up at that comment, mind lighting up at the idea of
climbing on a dragon.  His momma's dragon would probably let him, too.
"No.  Didn' climb a dragon.  Was a shelf.  Wanted t'look at stuff on
it."

"What was on the shelf?" Cremsden let some other part of his brain take over the conversation, knowing that it was likely only the vaguest prompts would be needed now instead of true listening. He reached very gently to tilt the boy's chin up, trying to better examine the damage.

--

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: It's Probably Nothing Att: Garatt/Lennaye/T'ryn

Laura Walker
 

"Shall we run?" Freed from the worry that anyone was watching him and looking exasperated at how ungainly he looked running, Garatt was much more inclined to do so. Particularly with no adults about; it wasn't like Lennaye was about to notice or care if he looked weird.


On Wed, Jul 14, 2021 at 9:37 PM Jerzy Tobin <jerzytobin@...> wrote:
> Garatt hesitated but if he was uncertain around dragons he did trust Lennaye. And T'ryn was still a slightly awe-inspiring ranking rider but..he did love his daughter. There was no arguing with that.
>
> "Your father wouldn't let him hurt anyone if he's there," he said cautiously. "..Right?"
>
"No.  Papa wouldn't let Myholth hurt anyone, ever," Lennaye assured
him, certain that it was the absolute truth.  She could understand the
fear, Faranth knew she'd been nervous for a bit around dragons after
what had happened last Hatching, but it had to be a thousand times
worse for the people who'd actually seen it happen.  "If we're going
to go, though, we'd best hurry.  Papa's going to be waiting for us
over by the lake."


--
"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: Baby's First Lost Tooth Att: Cremsden/Yla

Jerzy Tobin
 

"Oh dear me." And Cremsden was looking as he talked, the conversation less important than getting a good view of the child's mouth without scaring him. "It must have been from somewhere very high -- were you leaping from dragon backs?"
The boy perked up at that comment, mind lighting up at the idea of
climbing on a dragon. His momma's dragon would probably let him, too.
"No. Didn' climb a dragon. Was a shelf. Wanted t'look at stuff on
it."



--
"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


Re: It's Probably Nothing Att: Garatt/Lennaye/T'ryn

Jerzy Tobin
 

Garatt hesitated but if he was uncertain around dragons he did trust Lennaye. And T'ryn was still a slightly awe-inspiring ranking rider but..he did love his daughter. There was no arguing with that.

"Your father wouldn't let him hurt anyone if he's there," he said cautiously. "..Right?"
"No. Papa wouldn't let Myholth hurt anyone, ever," Lennaye assured
him, certain that it was the absolute truth. She could understand the
fear, Faranth knew she'd been nervous for a bit around dragons after
what had happened last Hatching, but it had to be a thousand times
worse for the people who'd actually seen it happen. "If we're going
to go, though, we'd best hurry. Papa's going to be waiting for us
over by the lake."


--
"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


Re: Baby's First Lost Tooth Att: Cremsden/Yla

Laura Walker
 

"Oh dear me." And Cremsden was looking as he talked, the conversation less important than getting a good view of the child's mouth without scaring him. "It must have been from somewhere very high -- were you leaping from dragon backs?"


On Wed, Jul 14, 2021 at 9:24 PM Jerzy Tobin <jerzytobin@...> wrote:
> "Now then." Conscious that there would be several people who would happily have his hide if they knew he was toting a toddler about Cremsden sat down, Ryal securely in his lap. "Why don't you tell me what happened, young man? Then if there's someone we gotta beat up, we'll go knock their teeth out together." He pulled a playfully fierce face at the boy, attention fully on Ryal as though his mother weren't even in the room. "Grrr."
>
Ryal sniffed once more, looked from his mother back to Cremsden, and
then offered a small, shy smile.  "I fell," He mumbled, looking down
at his feet before looking back up at Cremsden.  He'd been told not to
climb, but he'd done it anyways, certain it would be fine.  Obviously
not.



--
"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: Baby's First Lost Tooth Att: Cremsden/Yla

Jerzy Tobin
 

"Now then." Conscious that there would be several people who would happily have his hide if they knew he was toting a toddler about Cremsden sat down, Ryal securely in his lap. "Why don't you tell me what happened, young man? Then if there's someone we gotta beat up, we'll go knock their teeth out together." He pulled a playfully fierce face at the boy, attention fully on Ryal as though his mother weren't even in the room. "Grrr."
Ryal sniffed once more, looked from his mother back to Cremsden, and
then offered a small, shy smile. "I fell," He mumbled, looking down
at his feet before looking back up at Cremsden. He'd been told not to
climb, but he'd done it anyways, certain it would be fine. Obviously
not.



--
"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


Re: It's Probably Nothing Att: Garatt/Lennaye/T'ryn

Laura Walker
 

Garatt hesitated but if he was uncertain around dragons he did trust Lennaye. And T'ryn was still a slightly awe-inspiring ranking rider but..he did love his daughter. There was no arguing with that.

"Your father wouldn't let him hurt anyone if he's there," he said cautiously. "..Right?"



On Tue, Jul 13, 2021 at 11:13 PM Jerzy Tobin <jerzytobin@...> wrote:
> It didn't take long before he was back at a jog grinning all over his face. "As long as we're back by this evening so I can help getting them in we're good!" he reported. Which.. sounded very like assigned work for someone who wasn't officially an apprentice but he didn't seem to be complaining about it. "We will be back by then, right?"
>
"I should think so, what with us riding on Myholth to wherever this
surprise is," Lennaye answered with a smile.  A smile that faltered
slightly when she remembered that that particular fact might in fact
make Garatt less than thrilled about coming along.  "Er, that is okay,
isn't it?  Riding on Myholth?"

--
"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: It's Probably Nothing Att: Garatt/Lennaye/T'ryn

Jerzy Tobin
 

It didn't take long before he was back at a jog grinning all over his face. "As long as we're back by this evening so I can help getting them in we're good!" he reported. Which.. sounded very like assigned work for someone who wasn't officially an apprentice but he didn't seem to be complaining about it. "We will be back by then, right?"
"I should think so, what with us riding on Myholth to wherever this
surprise is," Lennaye answered with a smile. A smile that faltered
slightly when she remembered that that particular fact might in fact
make Garatt less than thrilled about coming along. "Er, that is okay,
isn't it? Riding on Myholth?"

--
"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


A Stranger in a Strange Weyr (attn: any and all)

Cammy
 

OOC: This is my first post in years and I beg y'all's indulgence. It is also open to all takers! We can fuzzy any meeting conflicts.

High in the sky, an unfamiliar blue materialized out of *between* overhead. Moments later he bugled with far more enthusiasm than a stranger in a strange Weyr had any right to be.

His rider, on the other hand, was bundled up not only in rider’s gear, but with the added padding of a Northern transfer – and a fair amount of antisocial gruff silently counseling his lifemate to be more prudent in greetings. The rider’s flying leathers were insulated far thicker than Southern climates needed, his gloves lined with fur that was now encumbering, and his head and neck unnecessarily wrapped in layers that were all too sweltering. The suffocating humidity of the seldom visited continent leeched into all fabrics and saw the bluerider astride ripping off facemask, helmet, and jacket before they touched ground in the far too dusty Bowl. The underlying uniform remained. If only because the bluerider seemed to struggle with it upon landing. There was a roiling mass beneath the rider’s uniform, one that he clearly wasn’t containing well.

The acceptably sized blue craned his neck back to observe the commotion. His rider seemed to have a pest stuck in his distended uniform. Daveth leaned over as far as he could, while his rider tried to simultaneously reassure him, shove his nose away, and slide to the ground. All the while containing the mess under his shirt.

“Farnath’s sake, fine!” E’yor stopped fighting the entity under his shirt and tore the top of his uniform in the process.

A passerby wouldn’t have been able to tell the color or shape, only that a furry *thing* shot down the new arrival’s body and skittered through the Bowl into unknown spaces like Thread itself was chasing only it into dark places.

E’yor halfheartedly rubbed his chest, knowing there was a double ration of claw marks on his body now. Not like he expected otherwise. Of course Con hated the ride. The little furball had the last time they’d gone *between* together. It was only to be expected, the bluerider mumbled to himself. He was only lucky that clawed hellion hadn’t scratched out his throat in the process and lost them all *between* forever. Wouldn’t that have been poetic.

The dust had settled in the commotion, but the perpetually dusty blue hasn’t lost his dirty façade. It was just part of his hide coloring, but good luck telling that to a Wingleader or AWLM. No matter how hard anyone scrubbed, Daveth looked a filthy mess. Luckily, the blue’s spirits never dimmed. He practically danced in pace while his rider massaged his chest.

((Can you smell it, Mine?)) The dusty blue cast his head back and forth in excitement. ((So much new! So much unique!)) Daveth swung his head down to his lifemate’s level. ((So much to keep safe… Besides by fighting Thread, of course. Of course…)) He stopped his prancing feet to throw his head back and give an extra happy bugle. ((Such sights, Mine! Where shall we begin?))

“Probably by not bugling these walls down on us all, Davy…” The bluerider stopped assessing his chest damage and looked off in the direction of the escaped furball. He would come back. Or get eaten by tunnelsnakes. Or caught in a trap. Or die of hunger. E’yor sighed. Either way, they were all in a precarious new situation. Best they try to keep their heads down. Despite Daveth’s enthusiasm. With the most melodramatic of sighs, E’yor unfolded the transfer orders from his belt.

“They have some sort of leadership or welcome party, here, my lad, best we find that.” The compact and prematurely graying rider with a perpetually downtrodden face stuffed the orders back into his belt and cast around for some sort of clue on where to give their reporting orders.



Re: Baby's First Lost Tooth Att: Cremsden/Yla

Laura Walker
 

"Now then." Conscious that there would be several people who would happily have his hide if they knew he was toting a toddler about Cremsden sat down, Ryal securely in his lap. "Why don't you tell me what happened, young man? Then if there's someone we gotta beat up, we'll go knock their teeth out together." He pulled a playfully fierce face at the boy, attention fully on Ryal as though his mother weren't even in the room. "Grrr."


On Mon, Jul 12, 2021 at 9:33 PM Jerzy Tobin <jerzytobin@...> wrote:
> "Course I can," Cremsden reassured. He wiggled his eyebrows at the boy, making a funny face. "Though I might have to go find my earplugs unless you quiet down a bit. I don't think even dragons can make a noise that big."
>
The funny face got Ryal to stop screaming, at least, though he still
sniffled miserably, and tears still fell.  It was clear that the boy
was not having a good time of things.


--
"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: Baby's First Lost Tooth Att: Cremsden/Yla

Jerzy Tobin
 

"Course I can," Cremsden reassured. He wiggled his eyebrows at the boy, making a funny face. "Though I might have to go find my earplugs unless you quiet down a bit. I don't think even dragons can make a noise that big."
The funny face got Ryal to stop screaming, at least, though he still
sniffled miserably, and tears still fell. It was clear that the boy
was not having a good time of things.


--
"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


Re: Baby's First Lost Tooth Att: Cremsden/Yla

Laura Walker
 



> > Cremsden could tell when he was being kept on light duties. He wasn't complaining - yet - mostly because his body was still recovering to the point that he was ready for a sleep by a shift's end. Still, he had noticed. Difficult not to when you were assigned to the twiddly little jobs like walk-ins; jobs that could be anything down to a splinter.
> >
> > Not that it slowed him at all when someone needing help did appear.
> >
> > "Oh dear me, someone's having a bad day I think." Automatically he reached to take the child from his mother, tone dropping easily into a soothing cadence. "Now then, who did you get in a fight with?" he asked the boy confidentially. "I do hope they look worse than you do."
> >
> The moment Cremsden began talking to him, Ryal began to shriek and cry
> all over again.  Never mind that the man wanted to make him feel
> better, but children were hardly logical.
>
> "Given that his opponent is in pieces in my weyr, I'd say he's the
> winner," Yla sighed loudly.  "He tried to climb a shelf he had no
> business to be climbing, and brought it and himself down.  I don't
> think he's seriously hurt, but I wanted him checked over, just to be
> sure, if you could, Sir?"
>

"Course I can," Cremsden reassured. He wiggled his eyebrows at the boy, making a funny face. "Though I might have to go find my earplugs unless you quiet down a bit. I don't think even dragons can make a noise that big."
 
--

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: Baby's First Lost Tooth Att: Cremsden/Yla

Jerzy Tobin
 

On Mon, Jun 28, 2021 at 4:02 PM megan <jerzytobin@gmail.com> wrote:

Cremsden could tell when he was being kept on light duties. He wasn't complaining - yet - mostly because his body was still recovering to the point that he was ready for a sleep by a shift's end. Still, he had noticed. Difficult not to when you were assigned to the twiddly little jobs like walk-ins; jobs that could be anything down to a splinter.

Not that it slowed him at all when someone needing help did appear.

"Oh dear me, someone's having a bad day I think." Automatically he reached to take the child from his mother, tone dropping easily into a soothing cadence. "Now then, who did you get in a fight with?" he asked the boy confidentially. "I do hope they look worse than you do."
The moment Cremsden began talking to him, Ryal began to shriek and cry
all over again. Never mind that the man wanted to make him feel
better, but children were hardly logical.

"Given that his opponent is in pieces in my weyr, I'd say he's the
winner," Yla sighed loudly. "He tried to climb a shelf he had no
business to be climbing, and brought it and himself down. I don't
think he's seriously hurt, but I wanted him checked over, just to be
sure, if you could, Sir?"

--
"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


--
"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


Re: It's Probably Nothing Att: Garatt/Lennaye/T'ryn

Laura Walker
 

It didn't take long before he was back at a jog grinning all over his face. "As long as we're back by this evening so I can help getting them in we're good!" he reported. Which.. sounded very like assigned work for someone who wasn't officially an apprentice but he didn't seem to be complaining about it. "We will be back by then, right?"


On Sun, Jul 11, 2021 at 6:21 PM Jerzy Tobin <jerzytobin@...> wrote:
Lennaye smiled as Garatt trotted off to ask permission to leave.  She hoped that they would let him go.  He'd been coming out of his shell a lot more and Lennaye was glad for that. He deserved to have some fun too, and she liked his company. 

On Sat, Jul 10, 2021 at 5:50 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

> "I can ask! Uh. That is if you're sure he doesn't mind." Lennaye's father was still a touch intimidating to the boy. Never mind that his own father had rank enough to throw around, it wasn't the kind of rank that mattered at the Weyr, particularly not like exWeyrleader and Wingleader did. Never mind that a great deal of the Weyr had never taken T'ryn seriously, to a teenage boy he was a figure to be held in shy awe.
>
"Sure, I'm sure!" Lennaye insisted, brightening up immediately.
"It'll be great if you can come.  I don't know *exactly* what it is
he's taking me to see, just that its gonna be amazing."


"Let me check. I don't think anyone will mind, we already did a load today but--" He turned to trot off, his speed too much improved of late. Funny how Candidacy,  explicitly designed to make its subjects fit, hadn't achieved half so much towards that aim with Garatt as just working with the BeastCrafters and being happy.

--

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.

--
"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: It's Probably Nothing Att: Garatt/Lennaye/T'ryn

Jerzy Tobin
 

Lennaye smiled as Garatt trotted off to ask permission to leave.  She hoped that they would let him go.  He'd been coming out of his shell a lot more and Lennaye was glad for that. He deserved to have some fun too, and she liked his company. 

On Sat, Jul 10, 2021 at 5:50 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

> "I can ask! Uh. That is if you're sure he doesn't mind." Lennaye's father was still a touch intimidating to the boy. Never mind that his own father had rank enough to throw around, it wasn't the kind of rank that mattered at the Weyr, particularly not like exWeyrleader and Wingleader did. Never mind that a great deal of the Weyr had never taken T'ryn seriously, to a teenage boy he was a figure to be held in shy awe.
>
"Sure, I'm sure!" Lennaye insisted, brightening up immediately.
"It'll be great if you can come.  I don't know *exactly* what it is
he's taking me to see, just that its gonna be amazing."


"Let me check. I don't think anyone will mind, we already did a load today but--" He turned to trot off, his speed too much improved of late. Funny how Candidacy,  explicitly designed to make its subjects fit, hadn't achieved half so much towards that aim with Garatt as just working with the BeastCrafters and being happy.

--

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.

--
"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


Re: It's Probably Nothing Att: Garatt/Lennaye/T'ryn

Laura Walker
 


> "I can ask! Uh. That is if you're sure he doesn't mind." Lennaye's father was still a touch intimidating to the boy. Never mind that his own father had rank enough to throw around, it wasn't the kind of rank that mattered at the Weyr, particularly not like exWeyrleader and Wingleader did. Never mind that a great deal of the Weyr had never taken T'ryn seriously, to a teenage boy he was a figure to be held in shy awe.
>
"Sure, I'm sure!" Lennaye insisted, brightening up immediately.
"It'll be great if you can come.  I don't know *exactly* what it is
he's taking me to see, just that its gonna be amazing."


"Let me check. I don't think anyone will mind, we already did a load today but--" He turned to trot off, his speed too much improved of late. Funny how Candidacy,  explicitly designed to make its subjects fit, hadn't achieved half so much towards that aim with Garatt as just working with the BeastCrafters and being happy.

--

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: It's Probably Nothing Att: Garatt/Lennaye/T'ryn

Jerzy Tobin
 

"I can ask! Uh. That is if you're sure he doesn't mind." Lennaye's father was still a touch intimidating to the boy. Never mind that his own father had rank enough to throw around, it wasn't the kind of rank that mattered at the Weyr, particularly not like exWeyrleader and Wingleader did. Never mind that a great deal of the Weyr had never taken T'ryn seriously, to a teenage boy he was a figure to be held in shy awe.
"Sure, I'm sure!" Lennaye insisted, brightening up immediately.
"It'll be great if you can come. I don't know *exactly* what it is
he's taking me to see, just that its gonna be amazing."

--
"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


Re: It's Probably Nothing Att: Garatt/Lennaye/T'ryn

Laura Walker
 

"I can ask! Uh. That is if you're sure he doesn't mind." Lennaye's father was still a touch intimidating to the boy. Never mind that his own father had rank enough to throw around, it wasn't the kind of rank that mattered at the Weyr, particularly not like exWeyrleader and Wingleader did. Never mind that a great deal of the Weyr had never taken T'ryn seriously, to a teenage boy he was a figure to be held in shy awe.


On Sat, Jul 10, 2021 at 9:55 PM Jerzy Tobin <jerzytobin@...> wrote:
> "You need a hand grooming?" There was no denying that being allowed to work in the stables had done no end of good for Garatt. Get him amongst runners (even if he was still privately telling himself it was a holiday) and he quite happily worked himself to a contented sort of exhaustion. Time and peace and no-one niggling at him and not only did he bulk out of looking like he might snap if the wind blew too hard in the wrong direction but he lost the constant twitch, the slightly ill look, the dark shadows under his eyes. In short it was a much happier healthier looking boy who turned to see who was shouting him and raised a hand in greeting to Lennaye.
>
"Actually, no," Lennaye answered, coming to a stop a few feet away
from Garatt.  The last thing she wanted to do was run into him.  "She
was exercised and groomed earlier.  You weren't around at the time to
ask for help, sorry.  Next time, though, I'll look harder for you.
What I wanted to ask was whether or not you have some free time today.
Papa said he had something really amazing to show me, something he
found sweepriding earlier, and I asked if I could bring you along.
That is, if you want to come?"

Those last words were asked somewhat falteringly, almost shy.

--
"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: It's Probably Nothing Att: Garatt/Lennaye/T'ryn

Jerzy Tobin
 

"You need a hand grooming?" There was no denying that being allowed to work in the stables had done no end of good for Garatt. Get him amongst runners (even if he was still privately telling himself it was a holiday) and he quite happily worked himself to a contented sort of exhaustion. Time and peace and no-one niggling at him and not only did he bulk out of looking like he might snap if the wind blew too hard in the wrong direction but he lost the constant twitch, the slightly ill look, the dark shadows under his eyes. In short it was a much happier healthier looking boy who turned to see who was shouting him and raised a hand in greeting to Lennaye.
"Actually, no," Lennaye answered, coming to a stop a few feet away
from Garatt. The last thing she wanted to do was run into him. "She
was exercised and groomed earlier. You weren't around at the time to
ask for help, sorry. Next time, though, I'll look harder for you.
What I wanted to ask was whether or not you have some free time today.
Papa said he had something really amazing to show me, something he
found sweepriding earlier, and I asked if I could bring you along.
That is, if you want to come?"

Those last words were asked somewhat falteringly, almost shy.

--
"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

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