Namieh had long since decided to spend every spare moment free of the endless litany of chores to explore the Weyr. In her experience, it was important to know the layout of a place and she would

The big brown snorted, sending a fine spray of water over the young lad, and stood up, shaking some water off of his body. The things the boy had were soaked beyond recovery any ways. Though why he

* OOC note, slight fuzzy time, later in the day from the random kitchen hatching* What a day it had been! First a tiny green flit that almost killed itself with numbweed, then at lunch a tiny blue had

Kendia hadn't missed the invitation to interact with the gold, and rushed along, bouncing down the walkway and grinning brilliantly. She only tripped *once* before she replaced the boy who'd gone

R'bor entered and offered her a quick salute before closing the door behind him. His dark eyes settled on the Candidate master after a quick glance around the room; it was almost as he remembered it,

When the tunnels of the Crafthalls were designed, they were designed with the idea that it would be necessary to draw in carts full of materiel, so they had had the foresight to make the tunnels in

As she came closer he struggled harder, until the girl stopped and talked to him. As if some switch went off, he was once again seemingly calm. The flit turned his head from one side to the other.

Leodred's patience had been cut short that day. Some dumbfeck kid called Sorho had decided that it would be funny to put paint on the chairs of some of the first year candidates. As soon as Leodred

The Dining Cavern was so damn crowded at this hour, Leodred couldn't stand it. In fact, it had not taken the young man long to realize that living at the Weyr was liking living at an eternal Gather

"You don't want to talk to this one," Aruithil replied, glaring at Z'go, who suddenly felt out numbered. If the three healers weren't enough, Myri burst from between with a squawk, warning the

Kyrel jerked his head around to see the pair of healers return, his face flushed with anger only darkening a shade when Aru asked for an explanation. "I-- uh, well, you see we were just-- talking," he

"I think that would be a good idea. He's already on duty, so I'm sure he'll be there. And I'm doubly sure that K'ren won't allow him to help with the birth." She didn't want him there in Healer

Cremsden might not have heard anything but he could read expressions and body language well enough. The hand he set on Kyrel's shoulder had two purposes; an attempt to steady the boy and a reminder to

Yiyu studied the bronze flit closely. She'd learned while dealing with Tyne's group that she could look, but not quite touch. Still, it -- he -- needed help. Rubbing her behind ruefully, she climbed

Fabio was immediately distracted from his screeching calls for help. There was a lady present afterall. He went from scattershell to flirt in and instant. Preening himself at the young woman,

Yiyu had stood, immobilized, for several seconds. Then the squawk had erupted from the opposite end of the barracks and she'd turned to spy the metallic firelizard trapped. Oh, by the egg of Faranth.

Fabio, well this wasn't the first time he'd been something of a nuisance. Why he still liked hanging about the candidate's barracks when his pet, a rider had long since moved on was anyone's guess.

Qioyon blinked. Still silent he blinked again, puzzled over this sudden command from the brown. "Where we going?" He asked and turned, quickly grabbing for the papers he'd rescued for the water,

"Right, here you are, kid," said the dragonrider as he helped Leodred off of his blue. "Candidate Barracks. He's my token, just give it to any ACM and they will know what to do." "Don't call me

Candidates walked past the young blonde man as he stared at the entrance to the classroom, unable to make himself go in again. He'd been at this for turns and he knew exactly what this class was