((Ty good boy,)) Tyren explained happily. He lunged forward - a slightly terrifying gesture, though it was only meant to give the boy the kind of friendly head-butt that frequently had R'tal sitting

"Maark'l of blue Beckarth." He said. "I don't mind taking you." Maark'l looked thoughtful for a moment. "Have you seen anything like this before?"

Rhosgen finished rubbing at his face, and realised that there was a WHER talking to him. "Ah," he said eloquently. He looked at the wherry, wondering what he was supposed to do with it. He'd

Cremsden was studying her still, watching her reactions. "But then I'm sure your Da has told you has much," he suggested, gently testing the waters with that. -- Blackadder: I mean, what about the

Zy'fen was laughing as he left Nerenth to go hunt for his supper, after coming back from the 'necessary' scouting expedition with J'lin and Robith. He'd managed to talk Nerenth out of taking a bath,

((Hello!)) Tyren repeated, a cheerful echo as he nudged the wherry closer. ((Hungry? Bring food!)) And never mind that half a raw wherry probably wasn't everyone's cup of klah; particularly when

Cut their legs off? Jerronila went a bit pale at that, that sounded horrible. Maybe she would be lucky and not have to see that happen. She nodded and straightened her spine. "Yes, sir."

That actually startled a laugh out of him, even if it was a slightly bitter one. "Oh sweetheart, you have *no* idea," Cremsden said. He met her eyes again, making sure he had her full attention

Jerronila's eyes went wide. "People try to hit *Healers*?!" She squeaked. "But Healers help people!"

Movement caught Rhosgen's attention as the wherry dropped to the ground, and he tried to stop crying. He was too big for that, what if the Candidate Master's decided he wasn't grown up enough for a

"No bullying, no hitting, none of that," Cremsden said briskly. "I won't pretend it doesn't get stressful in here during an emergency, or that some of our patients won't occasionally try it on but if

"If you're wanting to specialise in skin, I'd keep an eye out for sunburn cases," Cremsden suggested. "They're fairly endemic around here, particularly in Northerners who move over without

"It happens," Cremsden nodded agreeably. "Okay. What I need from you then is to tell me about what kind of things you did growing up - chores, lessons, that kind of thing. We can work to fill in gaps

The good thing about being at a camp in the woods, as far as Tyren was concerned, was that he needed neither R'tal or K'ren to be feeling cooperative to take himself on a walk in the early hours.

Cuylar had a lot on his mind. First and most importantly, none on the trip had noticed just how little water Megin had been drinking. And now she was suffering from heat exhaustion. That aside, she

Chasser looked up, and took a moment to assess the man as she quickly swallowed her mouthful of stew. "Evening, sir, and yes it is." She returned with a smile. *This* man was clearly no greenrider.

If the world wasn’t quite making sense today that was okay. It was okay because he’d just had the most amazing night with Margana. It was okay because Cremsden felt happy and relaxed for the first

Margana woke, cold. And damp. She tried to pull a blanket over her, but the blanket was awfully short. At least her side was warm. And her feet. Opening her eyes, she was amazed at how close the

D'vik was idly watching people walk around, getting stew and finding spots to sit, mostly out of the glare of the sun. He'd spread his shirt out on the ground as a sort of picnic blanket. Of course

"Uhm, I'm not quite sure, but it was a ways out. There was a bright flash, so maybe it was hot?" Lerian trotted along beside the man, his legs weren't quite long enough to keep up with an adult at a