"Small, no-name hold," she answered quietly. "I suspect, had I not been found and brought here, I'd have been given to some man to use and discard. I mean no offense," she added swiftly.

"I'd introduce myself but you already know my name." I'des responded, shifted a little bit. "I'm all right, thanks. Still trying to remember what goes where, here. I mean, direction wise." Sunstreath

"That are bigger, dumb, and more aggressive, yes." Kalain nodded. "Of course some of that is the way they're treated and trained. We're trying to change that. Brogan is an older generation Callamere

"N'met of Abartth," the old man replied with a smile and salute. "It's just fine. I didn't hurt you, did I?" {{It shows,}} Abartth hummed in agreement, even turning his head to get a good look.

"As opposed to the northern beasts, that are more aggressive?" I'des finished the neck ridges and moved farther down Sunstreath's back. "What type is Brogan? Callamere, I assume?"

"Oh, that's complicated." Kalain moved farther down the bronze's body so he had to speak up a bit. "You'll have to keep an eye around you for that and you'll kind of get the gist. There are a lot of

"I- oh. Thanks?" I'des responded, a bit at a loss. "Sorry- I didn't see you there. You are...?" Sunstreath didn't respond verbally, but the bronze's neck arched proudly, and he shifted so the last

I'des grinned back. "Why don't you tell me the difference between Callamere ones and the ones up North?" he asked.

OOC: Fuzzied back to shortly after he'd arrived at Arolos and bought his wher egg from K'gra Released from the infirmary with instructions to take it easy until his wounds were fully healed, L'yall

"That happens," Cremsden acknowledged ruefully. "Big hold, small hold?"-- Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work? Baldrick: The servants. Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people

His soft crooning lulled Yiyu as well as the babe she held. Her eyes half closed as she began to speak: "I was born the youngest child and olnly daughter of a holder. He had little use for me, seeing

Herself. It was strange to think of herself as aperson, as an individual. She licked her lips nervously and slowly, fitfully, told him about her history up to and including her coming to the Weyr.

"There now, there." Cremsden knelt in front of her to hand his son over and then sat back onto his feet, keeping a wary eye on proceedings. "Good lad then, you settle there." Unconsciously he slipped

Yiyu pulled over a stool and sat, watching her new mentor and his son with intersted. While she had been the youngest, she was not unfamiliar with babes and knew how to sit and accept the youngster

"Hmm." Cremsden inspected them again. "Good nails. Keep them short like that. Good girl." He smiled at her. "Sit down then and you can give him a cuddle."-- Blackadder: I mean, what about the people

Kyrel glanced up from the herbs Aruithil had been teaching him, giving the firelizard on Cremsden's shoulder a wary look before addressing the journeyman himself. "Oh, uhm..." the boy stalled

Kalain brightened more. "I'd appreciate that. And I can talk about whers all day. What do you want to know?"

Kyrel felt like he was about to be left out for Thread, waiting to hear the no-doubt awful chore he would have in store. That internal cringing manifested on his face despite a desire to impress the

"That's good." I'des encouraged. "Hey, if you ever want to get back even faster and I'm around, me and Sunstreath could give you a ride." He added. "In trade, maybe you could tell me more about whers?

"Yeah, things are better now." He brightened. He had some friends at the whercraft. And Tam. And the whers. Life was much better. "The whercraft is not far from here. Close enough that I can go back