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

"I found this place first," she said, finally, when thoughts of resentment had bubbled long and hard. She turned to study him, the messy appearance, the distracted look. "Look at me," she demanded,

"I got it, I walked all the way here, right?" he replied and with a heavy sigh he followed the healer into the private room. He saw a cot and a couple of chairs and decided to go for the cot. Big

Perhaps the worst part was that Garatt didn't seem to notice her resentment. Introductions over he tucked himself back into the book he had been reading and was absorbed, very quickly forgetting that

"Yeah, yeah, come on then." And even for Z'go Cremsden gentled his tone a little when he was speaking to him as a patient, switching to the same soothing note he might have used on a scared or injured

She bristled, just a little, but took a seat, opening her book silently. She stole glances at the other Candidate now and again, wondering what to do with him, loathed to give up this hiding spot to

"I was harper trained, I'll have you know, and speak like a fecking bitran poet," retorted the brownrider, a tad bit more relaxed now that he was alone with Cremsden. They had had their problems in

"I guess, if you're quiet," Garatt said a little doubtfully, still not seeming to understand that it was her doing him the favour here.-- Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the

"Indeed. And to you, who clearly uses only the language expected of the finest Harpers," Cremsden agreed gravely. "Clearly I had to send them away before your ears caught fire from such horrors."--

Aru glanced over from Kyrel to Z'go and finally looked to Cremsden and nodded, "If you need anything just let me know." As if an apprentice could do much. She stepped away and beckoned Kyrel to

Ysolde's fury was in full flow now as she thrashed and kicked out at the Guard. "A couple of thieves, that's who! I know I've seen you hanging around here before!" That was what her brain was telling

"Shut up," Kassia snapped, anger blazing in her eyes. Her dagger was on her hip as she turned to face the Candidate. How dare this Candidate strike her? "Do you know who you're talking to?" the

Kyrel resisted the urge to further antagonize the pained rider, amusing though it might have been. With Aru for an audience, he was certain he could have nailed some biting one-liners, but Cremsden's

Catching glimps of Kassia's distinctive hair struck a chord of memory as she tumbled headlong to the ground, ignoring the burning sting as she skinned her elbows. But in her shock and fury, her brain

Qioyon cocked his head. To him this all seemed very strange, though not all that worrisome considering some of the stories his mother had told him. "I've had to mount the Searchdragon, so kinda!"

There were few people that understood what the leaders went through. Even the other golds besides the Weyrwoman were somewhat sheltered. The people who had the full brunt of it numbered in a couple of

Kassia's head was starting to whirl around when she felt the impact. She grunted and stumbled to the side, dropping the piece. "What the shards?" she gasped, her breath somewhat knocked out of

"It's nice to meet you," she said, accepting his slightly grubby hand. She shifted the book under her arm. "I borrowed all of these, so we must take extreme care. Would you like to stay here and a

"Oh! Uhm!" Garatt scrambled to his feet hastily and stuck his hand out to take hers - apparently *this* was what it took to remind him of his manners. "Garatt! Of Berford Hold!"

Yiyu squeaked as she emerged, startled by his tallness, his lankiness, his *maleness*. Recovering quickly, she tilted the basket of glows to better look at hims while she thought up an answer: