Almira smiled to herself, and was thinking about making a pocket for Dahlia, like the one Lerian had on his shirt for Star. That way her hands would be free, but Dahlia could still sleep and be safe.

Lerian grinned widely, and ran back the way he'd come, grabbing up a bag he'd packed with a decent lunch of loaves of bread, a chunk of cheese, and some left over meat from before. Slinging it over

Swimming wasn't quite a bath, but Zy planned on staying out of the water. ((Go fishing with Robith if you like. I'll just lay on the grass and watch.)) Zy stepped back after he removed the flight

Almira tucked the flask of oil in her belt when Lerian didn't take it, and looked down at the sleeping Dahlia. Carefully, she scooped up her tiny green flit, who was still small enough to fit in her

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