Roryn was practically vibrating as she turned and looked at her ma. “I should say no.” Aryn told her before adding, at the crestfallen look. “But I have a feeling you would do it anyway. There

Roryn was practically vibrating as she turned and looked at her ma. “I should say no.” Aryn told her before adding, at the crestfallen look. “But I have a feeling you would do it anyway. There

"Agreed." Kirene said without hesitation. She had nothing against work, or extra work, and was perfectly willing to do the work if she ended up getting it. "Hmm." Qioyon was willing to accept the

Kl'ryn paused, horrified by how much that must've seriously hurt at one point. Then again he'd used to teach Weyrlings how to not scorch the skin off there hands and had to deal with his own

"Ah, is that the trick to it?" Cremsden said, doing as he was told. Off came the boot, and he handed it up to Tareg just as there was a thud at the door. "And that will be our klah delivery," he said,

C'fer smiled at Kl'ryn, shifting his head in a habitual movement left over from when he'd had long hair to cover his acid-burned side, then squared his shoulders and turned his face to show the other

"I..." she trailed off for a moment, seemingly unsure. Yes she could swim, was actually rather good at it. Just wasn't something she'd been expecting to do. But doing was not always a bad thing. And

Teyra couldn't help herself, she giggled at his expression. It was a very familiar one after all. "Sorry, sorry," she breathed in between giggles. "It's just my mother used to say that to me all the

Tareg refused to answer if it was his da or not. He didn’t want to be sent back- and would rather just not talk then tell the truth. As his boot started being unlaced, Tareg resisted the urge to

That wasn't a suggestion he'd gotten often. Plus he'd been with Vofali for so long that he'd not really thought about it before, now though it did feel like it wouldn't be too bad an idea. "Gladly!"

"Not your Da out there then?" Cremsden said casually, kneeling to get a better look at the injury. "Ishixi, I hate to ask but would you mind taking notes? Reckon in about five minutes I'm going to be

Perhaps if Tareg hadn’t been ready to jump out of his skin, he would have corrected Cremsden. Instead he offered a small smile at Ishixi. “Searching implies his dragon is a Searchrider.” Tareg

“I’m Chyltas” she answered, pushing her tight curls away from her face in frustration even as she eyed the other girls heads with a sort of jealous awe. She gave a wry little grin and waved her

"Yeah but it was pretty epic," Ishkana reminded her. "I mean, really, an entire bowlful!" She laughed at the memory, but it had been unpleasant at the time. There had been major repercussions too,

"That was *one time*!" Jerronila protested, blushing. She was never going to live that down.

“You do eat before you go to bed right’’ Ishixi frowned, “it’s important you take care of yourself.” She didn’t mean to lecture or worry about someone she just met but she was a

“I think it depends on the dragon.” Ok’lin shrugged, “I mean they are a bit like humans,some are gossips and some just don’t like talking to others. Zingi has never talked just for the

When her cousin returned, Ishkana looked at the things in her hands. Seeing the oil she chuckled. "Did you spill any?" she asked. If Jerronila had, they'd have to track down the spillage and clean it

“You didn’t get searched by a dragon and flown here?” Kenzia asked thenlaughed at herself, “I mean I didn’t, I was at a gather.” She rolled her eyesas she said it, “I can’t believe

Ishkana smiled and nodded, fetching a small piece of hide and something to write with. "Here you go," she said, offering them to Ysolde. "I get focused like that sometimes too. Writing it down does