Foreth snorted and lashed her tail. A sure sign of displeasure? (Th most beautiful that you 'have talked to'? No. I'm the most beautiful on Pern.)) She drew herself up self-importantly. ((But yes,

Brooding a clutch was hard on any Queen, let alone a young, inexperienced one. Kassia made sure that Foreth was kept far from the Caverns to keep her from disturbing the young Queen, even if she was

Kassia whirled on Nayari, her eyes still blazing. If she'd been a dragon, they would have been a deep red. "Your Candidate assaulted me and keeps calling me a thief." She turned back to the girl.

Cremsden eyed him a moment and then sighed. "Z'go. If that's-- if you had a bad flight the injury will be in a different place," he said, tone still very steady and matter-of-fact. "And we can deal

"I'm not going to take it," she explained, wondering if anyone could really be this infuriating. "I just thought we might talk, too If I'm sharing books and space with you, I'd like to know who you

Z'go watched at Cremsden secured the door and then listened to his speech about privacy. The large blonde man wanted to believe it but a lifetime of getting screwed over by those he trusted had made

"I'm supposed to be a Candidate, *sir*," the man corrected him sharply. "Or Assistant WeyrlingMaster if you prefer. Go out again and knock and this time do it properly, please."-- Blackadder: I mean,

Garatt looked at her blankly, and then down at the book, apparently misunderstanding her request. He clutched it a little closer protectively. "But I'm reading it!" -- Blackadder: I mean, what about

He'd been drinking, and yet it was also right before he got there and yet he didn't appear drunk? Cremsden made a listening-type noise, acknowledging that statement and his pen moved as though noting

Leodred entered and paused briefly when he saw the older rider. Great, he must be so old that even Faranth called him grandfather. He did his best to hide any frustration. He showed the older man

"Just happened, right before I got here," he replied and shook his head, "No, none. Do you think it's broken? I could use some numbweed I think" - Z'go

Shards, he had her there. Even so, she felt strange. Somehow as though he'd invaded her privacy, in spite of the simple fact that she shouldn't have expected this place to remain her own. Sighing, she

"Ah." Well, not quite what he'd expected but not a completely out-of-the-park occurrence for this particular patient. Cremsden nodded. "How long ago was the fight?" he asked. "Any other injuries

"But you weren't here," Garatt pointed out. He glanced back at the page, clearly struggling to keep his attention on her rather than continuing to read. "Besides, I didn't tell you to go away."--

The choice was obvious, for Z'go at least. "I'll stand," he replied. The blonde man watch Cremsden for a moment, completely unaccustomed to be treated this way by the Journeyman but willing to chalk

Val had found what he was looking for: a simple wooden flute. As he held the object in his hands, he thought of his mother and knew he needed to do this. The Candidate made his way back into the area

She nearly backed down. Nearly. "I found this place first. You should have respect for more than just books here."

"Huh?" Garatt looked up again, startled, having completely missed her first statement. "I was *reading*," he protested in injured tones.-- Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the

"Enter!" A sharp voice called from inside. When the door opened it was to reveal a fairly elderly man behind a desk, staring at the doorway with a faint frown. "Yes?" -- Blackadder: I mean, what

Cremsden had watched the uncomfortable walk and winced in sympathy as Z'go tried to sit down, making his own quick judgement about what Z'go might be in for. "Steady there." And now his tone was