D’xon hated reading homework. It was the worst part of the job other than pain in the arse Candidates who couldn’t behave. Both were reasons that he didn’t generally make being an ACM a full

There had been no shouting, no raised voices, nothing that would cause alarm outside the office. Nevertheless when Garatt appeared at the door to his dorm just before curfew - the new lowered curfew -

After T’rif dropped Garatt off at the Candidate trip, T’rif went in search of Nayari. He hated to interrupt her at such a time, but this wasn’t something that could wait. On the one hand, she

"No, Lennaye," T'ryn quickly clarified. "My daughter." She had mentioned that she hadn't been the only candidate punished, but she hadn't specified who the others had been, or what had been done to

M'ayen was honestly surprised by that, and his face showed it. Of all the people he'd expected the Candidates to go complaining to a Wingleader was not amongst them. "Garatt, is it?" he said after a

I just...:: he explained, unable to help fumbling a bit as he kept trying to 'talk' faster in his rush to get everything out before his hands just dropped as he couldn't find the words to

Fellan considered the hug, he did, and it was very clear he wanted it, but he had to understand first. He just had to! ::Then PapaE'lis. Why am I so happy and sad and mad? Hatchings are happy and I am

After M'gal had to leave, Kassia decided to get her project started. She sent the Harper Hall for the things she'd need to get going and then took up a spot in the Stands. There she had an easy look

OOC: 8.28.8.15 With everything going on, Kassia had cleared the Caverns as much as possible. That meant nights to herself and not enough time spent with her lovers. Now that K’ren had given her the

Her back was to Cl'rin as he spoke and she didn't look up immediately. "Yes?" Tyne called over her shoulder, stooping with a small pan to sweep the small pile of dust and rubble into it. << Cl'rin

The colour intrigued her. She had never heard of it being possible for such an extreme discolouration but, in the realm of possibility, she supposed it was possible. Amazing what factors could have an

"I prefer to stand, thank you," T'ryn said, remaining upright. Partly because he didn't expect this to take long, and partly because, somewhere in the back of his mind, a little voice was screaming

"Not unless you want me to," Torrela said. "I'm Torrela, Mindhealer. I thought that you may want to just talk without any judgement." She waved her hand to encompass the whole Weyr. "There are enough

"Yeah. I mean, it's not like we planned to go find a whole new breed of wher and Impress the best possible breedable colors," Tam cried. He clapped his hand over his mouth. "Oops, didn't mean to be so

IC Date Ref: 8.28.7.10 - Set approximately two sevendays after the events of Greenflight: Strangers in the Night. (( Where are you? )) Elloryth asked plaintively for what felt like the twentieth time

Namieh looked up from where she sat in bed at the unexpected visitor, surprised to meet someone who hadn't been in the rotation of Healers tending to her injuries. While she was eager for

Qakry couldn't help it when he suddenly realized that it wss so close. He had been trying to decide for a while of course, but he still couldn't make up his mind. He would be 12 in a few days and well

Calyse's lips pulled into a sympathetic frown; she never liked to hurt anything or anyone. She'd gone into her craft to help dragons, and flits were *sort of* like tiny versions of them. "D-Don't

"No, I wasn't thinking about - I wasn't thinking at all, I just -" Asheran fumbled for something other to say than I was trying to stop him or I was trying to help. He felt frustration surge up in

"You don't think that with all those dragons, me, and guards that we could take care of it?" Kassia asked, hands on her hips. "Were you looking for glory?"