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Re: Who, Me? Attn Valder

Amy Frazey
 

The first thought that popped into Valder's head when Sig said she smelled a new man was beast rustlers. But he quickly dismissed that idea. Who would dare try to steal here, where dragons patrolled?

Valder looked around quickly, then gave a nod and a sharp whistle. He'd spotted someone standing up on one of the fence rails, leaning over and looking like he was about to fall into the corral. ((Sig, cut and hold.)) He whistled again, and gave the green wher an image of the person, a boy from the looks of it. And the eager green sprang into a run along the fence line.

It didn't take her long to reach the boy, and she lept up to snag his clothing with her paw. [[Down! Sig hold. Who you?]] The green wher pulled, urging the boy to get off the fence, as the herd began to get restless due to her closeness.


Re: Stalking Shadows Att: Garatt/Arch

Laura Walker
 

"Are you still hungry? Do you want more?" Garatt broke off another piece of sausage and held it out, closer to himself this time. "Where's your owner then? Are you lost?"


On Sun, Oct 25, 2020 at 10:42 PM Jerzy Tobin <jerzytobin@...> wrote:
> "Oh, you're lovely." Garatt kept his voice down to that hushed whisper, worried he might scare the firelizard. "It's okay. I won't hurt you. Do you belong to someone?" He held his hand very still, letting the blue nibble from it.
>
There were no sudden movements, no loud noises, so Arch relaxed and
came closer yet.  Close enough to be in easy reach of the boy and his
food.  As long as things were quiet, Arch saw no reason not to stay
put and get himself some more sausage.  He chirruped softly at the
boy, sounding like a very, very soft squeak, as a greeting.



--
"Life is NOT a journey to the grave with the goal of arriving safely
in a prettily preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways in a
shower of gravel and party shards, thoroughly used, utterly exhausted,
and loudly proclaiming: "F*** ME, that Rocked!!" -unknown

Whizzy: Jerzy
Aim: Yue146







--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


Re: Enthusiastic Supporters Attn Garatt, Lennaye, T'ryn

Laura Walker
 

"You did it! You did it." Garatt started to climb the fence to try to get over it but that hurt so he jumped down instead, running around to go through the gate to her, grinning. "And you kept your seat just fine!"


On Sun, Oct 25, 2020 at 10:34 PM Jerzy Tobin <jerzytobin@...> wrote:
> If you couldn't ride then watching someone else ride was... well, not *as* good but better than nothing. Garatt perched at the side of the jumping field, feet balanced on the bottom rung of the fence as he leaned against it, happy to provide Lennaye with an enthusiastic audience as she practiced her jumping. "Go on, go on, go on -- that's it--" His voice was quiet, talking more to himself under his breath than cheering Lennaye on out loud, leaning further over as she approached the jump.
>
Lennaye sat firmly in her saddle, feet tucked into the stirrups as Pip
trotted around the corral.  They had been running harder beforehand,
to work out some excess energy, but Lennaye did want Pip to be moving
too fast for what they were going to be doing today.  Today they were
going to try jumping hurdles, and Lennaye was, understandably, nervous
about it.  It had been terrifying enough learning to ride Pip at a
canter, and then a gallop!  At least the runner had stayed on the
ground!

Sure, the jump bars were low, hardly more than a little hop for Pip,
but for Lennaye it might as well have been a huge leap!  But she
wasn't going to chicken out now.  Not when she had Garatt watching
her!  Well, it was now or never.  Lining Pip up with the hurdle,
Lennaye urged the runner forward, and eager as always, Pip did as she
was bid.  She didn't flinch at the hurdle, didn't stop short, either.
Nope.  Pip hopped right over it and kept on going, like it was
nothing.  And to her, it really wasn't.  To Lennaye, though, it felt
as though she and Pip had gone flying half-way to the moons! They'd
done it!  Their first jump!

**

T'ryn had taken some time to come down at watch Lennaye practice, and
had quietly watched as she worked with the runner.  He stood a small
distance from another watcher, a boy who was likely another
beastcrafter apprentice.  He hadn't wanted to disturb the boy, or
distract Lennaye, so he'd kept quiet, cheering softly as they made the
jump so as not to startle the pair.



--
"Life is NOT a journey to the grave with the goal of arriving safely
in a prettily preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways in a
shower of gravel and party shards, thoroughly used, utterly exhausted,
and loudly proclaiming: "F*** ME, that Rocked!!" -unknown

Whizzy: Jerzy
Aim: Yue146







--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


Re: Stalking Shadows Att: Garatt/Arch

Jerzy Tobin
 

"Oh, you're lovely." Garatt kept his voice down to that hushed whisper, worried he might scare the firelizard. "It's okay. I won't hurt you. Do you belong to someone?" He held his hand very still, letting the blue nibble from it.
There were no sudden movements, no loud noises, so Arch relaxed and
came closer yet. Close enough to be in easy reach of the boy and his
food. As long as things were quiet, Arch saw no reason not to stay
put and get himself some more sausage. He chirruped softly at the
boy, sounding like a very, very soft squeak, as a greeting.



--
"Life is NOT a journey to the grave with the goal of arriving safely
in a prettily preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways in a
shower of gravel and party shards, thoroughly used, utterly exhausted,
and loudly proclaiming: "F*** ME, that Rocked!!" -unknown

Whizzy: Jerzy
Aim: Yue146


Re: Enthusiastic Supporters Attn Garatt, Lennaye, T'ryn

Jerzy Tobin
 

If you couldn't ride then watching someone else ride was... well, not *as* good but better than nothing. Garatt perched at the side of the jumping field, feet balanced on the bottom rung of the fence as he leaned against it, happy to provide Lennaye with an enthusiastic audience as she practiced her jumping. "Go on, go on, go on -- that's it--" His voice was quiet, talking more to himself under his breath than cheering Lennaye on out loud, leaning further over as she approached the jump.
Lennaye sat firmly in her saddle, feet tucked into the stirrups as Pip
trotted around the corral. They had been running harder beforehand,
to work out some excess energy, but Lennaye did want Pip to be moving
too fast for what they were going to be doing today. Today they were
going to try jumping hurdles, and Lennaye was, understandably, nervous
about it. It had been terrifying enough learning to ride Pip at a
canter, and then a gallop! At least the runner had stayed on the
ground!

Sure, the jump bars were low, hardly more than a little hop for Pip,
but for Lennaye it might as well have been a huge leap! But she
wasn't going to chicken out now. Not when she had Garatt watching
her! Well, it was now or never. Lining Pip up with the hurdle,
Lennaye urged the runner forward, and eager as always, Pip did as she
was bid. She didn't flinch at the hurdle, didn't stop short, either.
Nope. Pip hopped right over it and kept on going, like it was
nothing. And to her, it really wasn't. To Lennaye, though, it felt
as though she and Pip had gone flying half-way to the moons! They'd
done it! Their first jump!

**

T'ryn had taken some time to come down at watch Lennaye practice, and
had quietly watched as she worked with the runner. He stood a small
distance from another watcher, a boy who was likely another
beastcrafter apprentice. He hadn't wanted to disturb the boy, or
distract Lennaye, so he'd kept quiet, cheering softly as they made the
jump so as not to startle the pair.



--
"Life is NOT a journey to the grave with the goal of arriving safely
in a prettily preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways in a
shower of gravel and party shards, thoroughly used, utterly exhausted,
and loudly proclaiming: "F*** ME, that Rocked!!" -unknown

Whizzy: Jerzy
Aim: Yue146


Re: Stalking Shadows Att: Garatt/Arch

Laura Walker
 

"Oh, you're lovely." Garatt kept his voice down to that hushed whisper, worried he might scare the firelizard. "It's okay. I won't hurt you. Do you belong to someone?" He held his hand very still, letting the blue nibble from it. 


On Sun, Oct 25, 2020 at 10:06 PM Jerzy Tobin <jerzytobin@...> wrote:
> Garatt had turned cautiously hearing the rustle. Sometimes you got tunnelsnakes and other vermin out in the stables and he didn't particularly want to end up sharing his sandwich with one of those.
>
> It didn't look like a tunnelsnake though. He could see *something* in the shadows, even if he wasn't sure what, but it had legs. Cat maybe? Small dog? Garatt peered and then broke a little from the sausage at the side of his sandwich, proffering it. Better not to approach in case whatever it was was shy. "Come on then," he called in a voice only a little above a whisper. "I won't hurt you."
>
Arch froze for a long moment at the movement and the sound of the
voice, soft as it was.  The noises were much like the sort his Human
pet made when trying to coax him out from under the bed.  For a moment
the blue flit considered what to do, then, slowly, crept out of cover
and into sight.  The smell of the sausage was too enticing to leave.
Slowly and carefully, Arch approached Garatt, stretching his head out
towards the offered tidbit, nibbling at it, though he kept a wary eye
on the boy.

--
"Life is NOT a journey to the grave with the goal of arriving safely
in a prettily preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways in a
shower of gravel and party shards, thoroughly used, utterly exhausted,
and loudly proclaiming: "F*** ME, that Rocked!!" -unknown

Whizzy: Jerzy
Aim: Yue146







--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


Re: Stalking Shadows Att: Garatt/Arch

Jerzy Tobin
 

Garatt had turned cautiously hearing the rustle. Sometimes you got tunnelsnakes and other vermin out in the stables and he didn't particularly want to end up sharing his sandwich with one of those.

It didn't look like a tunnelsnake though. He could see *something* in the shadows, even if he wasn't sure what, but it had legs. Cat maybe? Small dog? Garatt peered and then broke a little from the sausage at the side of his sandwich, proffering it. Better not to approach in case whatever it was was shy. "Come on then," he called in a voice only a little above a whisper. "I won't hurt you."
Arch froze for a long moment at the movement and the sound of the
voice, soft as it was. The noises were much like the sort his Human
pet made when trying to coax him out from under the bed. For a moment
the blue flit considered what to do, then, slowly, crept out of cover
and into sight. The smell of the sausage was too enticing to leave.
Slowly and carefully, Arch approached Garatt, stretching his head out
towards the offered tidbit, nibbling at it, though he kept a wary eye
on the boy.

--
"Life is NOT a journey to the grave with the goal of arriving safely
in a prettily preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways in a
shower of gravel and party shards, thoroughly used, utterly exhausted,
and loudly proclaiming: "F*** ME, that Rocked!!" -unknown

Whizzy: Jerzy
Aim: Yue146


Re: I Promise I Didn't Steal Your Dog Attn P'ryn

Amy Frazey
 

P'ryn started walking and whistling again after he was satisfied that Scally looked happy enough, and was soon enough within easy hearing range of not only dogs, but humans too.

Scally stopped dead in her tracks when a familiar sound reached her ears,  which perked up. Her tail, which had been happily bobbing back and forth, now began to wag wildly, and she alternated between howling and high pitched barks. The little black dog began to bounce and run in excited circles.

P'ryn was laughing as he finally got to the pair, and gave Garatt a jaunty wave, "Hey." before kneeling to get covered in wet, happy canine greetings.


Why's The Klah Gone?! Att: All

Jerzy Tobin
 

It had been a few reports here and there at first. Nothing to be
overly concerned about, really. It wasn't unusual for one or two
Holds to have trouble with their crops, after all. Bad weather,
insects, blight. Farmers dealt with that sort of thing all the time,
nothing to worry about, right? But then a pattern began to emerge,
and more and more reports came in. Tithe checks showed less and less
klah coming in, and checking in at other Weyrs (discreetly) had turned
up more of the same. It wasn't just Arolos Weyr that was suffering a
lack of klah. Some sort of blight was apparently affecting the trees
across Pern, and there was now a klah shortage.

Keeping things quiet at first, when there had been not as much in the
tithes but while there was still some coming in had been easier. Now,
however... There would have to be rationing, or there wouldn't be any
at all, until a solution to the blight could be found. There were
people working on it, the reports had assured, but until then...
Well, in the meantime, people were going to have to develop a liking
for herbal teas.

As was her duty, Andronda had made her report to Kassia and Larissa
both, and had been charged with making the announcement to the Weyr at
large. She wasn't thrilled with that in the least, but it couldn't be
helped. Having Nykantiath send out a call for a general assembly in
the Dining Hall, Andronda waited until she was sure that as many who
could had in fact gathered. Those that weren't present could get the
news from those that were.

"Thank you all for your prompt arrival. I am afraid that I have some
disappointing news to share with you all. Reports have come in from
not only Arolos protectorate, but from across all of Pern, that some
sort of blight has been affecting the Klah trees. Because of this,
there is a shortage sweeping across Pern. While we do have a
stockpile in stores, there is no question that what we do have is
going to have to be rationed. I have been told that experts are
working on a solution to stop this blight, and we will be sending out
forays to hunt for unaffected stands of trees to augment our supplies,
as we are fortunate enough to have that option. However, we cannot
count on finding anything. Thankfully, this blight does not seem to
be affecting anything else, though I am aware that its bad enough that
its affecting something we all tend to rely on. There are plenty of
herbal teas available, and we ask for your cooperation and respect
while we seek a solution to this problem. If anyone has any
questions, they may direct them to my office, and I will do my best to
answer them. Thank you for your understanding."


--
"Life is NOT a journey to the grave with the goal of arriving safely
in a prettily preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways in a
shower of gravel and party shards, thoroughly used, utterly exhausted,
and loudly proclaiming: "F*** ME, that Rocked!!" -unknown

Whizzy: Jerzy
Aim: Yue146


Threadfall over Forest Edge (Attn: All)

Laurie
 

M'gal left the conference room after detailing today's Threadfall. He hated flying Fall over the mountain holds: either the Southern Minecraft Hall at one end, or the three smaller Hold;Halls Wabonel and Forest Edge Holds and the Weaver Hall at the other. Today they were flying over Forest Edge, where one of their new goldriders was from, so he knew they'd have to be especially vigilant. Not that they wouldn't be.

He yawned. Stupid klah shortage. Someone should have told them ahead of time. But no-oooo, he goes to play Weyrleader for Fall, and all they had was weak, watered down dregs. And happy to have that. But no klah on a day when they would be battling unpredictable Thread just, to be blunt, sucked.

At this time of year, and by the mountains especially, it would be a drizzly day. Which meant that some Thread would get through, and some would drown ahead of time. But there was no way to know which would be heading your way. A ThreadPod could open and rain down deadly spores. Or just black dust. 

Worse was when the pods didn't open up high; instead plummeting down and striking someone, like a large hailstone. Or whizzing past, to hit the ground. Then you had ThreadPod surprise: a live pod, a dead pod, or one that was something in between. Charring those sharding pods while they were falling was hard because they were so small. But Arolos was up to it.

Usually. With no klah to fortify them, he wasn't sure how hard it would be. 

{{Guess we're finding out now,}} Ozayith said cheerfully.

"Mmmph," M'gal answered as he looked at the Wings, ready in the Bowl.  "Let's go. It's not like the Thread will wait for us."

The Wings were stoked and ready, so he gave the signal to fly. There was nothing wrong with the dragons--they didn't rely on klah, so he was happy about that. Sure, a few liked to gnaw on klah bark now and then, but it wasn't like they were dependent on it. Not like humans. 

The Wings weren't as perfectly aligned as he'd like, but it wasn't horrendously awful, so he gave the signal to go between, over Forest Edge Hold, to await their ancient enemy to either sear Thread, or get covered in blackdust.  

Oh, and get soaked, too. These were the days a dragonrider lived for.



Re: I Promise I Didn't Steal Your Dog Attn P'ryn

Laura Walker
 

"I can't let you off, you know," Garatt apologised to the dog, though he did pick up the pace slightly. His walking still had a slightly odd gait to it; he'd begged off further numbweeding there as soon as he was able to stand it. The pain was preferable, but you grew used to wearing looser trousers and trying to walk in a way that meant they didn't rub. "If I did and you ran off I'd never catch you again."


On Sun, Oct 25, 2020 at 2:14 PM Amy Frazey <amyfrazey9@...> wrote:
Scally was yipping and jumping at Garatt as he let her out, and she stood up on her hind legs, forepaws on his leg until he crouched down. Then she tipped her head so he could scratch some of the itchy spots. And the instant he had her leash on, she began to pull, wanting to run.

P'ryn had a grin on his face as he came in sight of the kennels, looking forward to seeing the little black scamp. And his grin widened when he heard her barking.  But when he saw her with a boy he didn't really recognise, P'ryn slowed for a minute, and just watched.



--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


Re: Matchmaker! Matchmaker! Att: Nykantiath/Primith

Laurie
 

{{I shall have O'lar immediately go see your rider,}} Primith said. {{It would be a travesty if both of our riders were destined to be lonely. That is no way to live, and I will never allow you to become lonely as long as there is flight in my wings.}}

After settling, he proceeded to nuzzle and groom Nykantiath, paying special attention to her needs. {{He's on his way. Now, what else would you like me to do?}}

Meanwhile, O'lar was taking care to keep away from the Smithcraft, at least while Kianna was there. He hadn't realized until the two golds had Impressed others how worried he'd been that the Smithcraft apprentice would Impress. That would be too freaky, considering every time he saw her all he could see was his mother. Matter of fact, he wasn't sure he wanted his dragon to fly any of the queens here. It may have been several years, but he still hadn't gotten over the way he lost her. But when Primith told him that he needed to go see Andronda, he went, no matter how reluctantly. One didn't disobey a goldrider.

Which was how he ended up on Andronda's doorstep, wondering what it was that he'd done to merit this summons. "My dragon said you wanted to see me, weyrwoman?"



On Sun, Oct 18, 2020 at 11:10 AM Jerzy Tobin <jerzytobin@...> wrote:
> Primith lifted his head and looked over at the gold sunning herself. Of course a gold would be speaking to him, why wouldn't they want to talk to a bronze as handsome as he? He cast around for O'lar, who was off doing...something. Something that didn't have anything to do with making Primith look good. He should be out finding some oils to make the bronze sheen of his skin glow. He'd seen that glow on a few other bronzes and coveted it. But they jealously guarded their secret.
>
> (These dragons would be surprised that they were jealously guarding a secret, because they didn't know and didn't care what their riders used for oils. They just wanted their skin to not itch.)
>
> {{Hello, beauteous Nykantiath,}} Primith responded. The ladies loved being complimented. He knew that because he loved being complimented. {{Mine is off doing something boring, also. I would love to join you.}} He launched himself off his ledge, knowing what a magnificent sight he was. All the ladies said so. His perfect wings picked the perfect updraft, and his tail, longer than most, helped him corkscrew around to a landing.
>
> {{I am Primith, dear lady,}} he said, bowing his head. {{And how may I serve you?}}
>
Pleasure colored her eyes at the compliment Primith paid her, and
Nykantiath in turn admired the bronze as he took off from his ledge to
come to her own.  He was indeed nice to look at.

((Hello, Primith.  I am bored, and I want company.  If yours is also
doing something boring, we should send both of ours to do boring
things together, perhaps?  They could keep each other company, even as
you keep me company?))

And never mind if Andronda did or did not want company.  Nykantiath
had ideas of her own.


--
"Life is NOT a journey to the grave with the goal of arriving safely
in a prettily preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways in a
shower of gravel and party shards, thoroughly used, utterly exhausted,
and loudly proclaiming: "F*** ME, that Rocked!!" -unknown

Whizzy: Jerzy
Aim: Yue146






Re: Who, Me? Attn Valder

Laura Walker
 

Unaware he wasn't the only one there watching Garatt climbed up another rung of the fence. He wasn't quite daring enough to climb in with the herdbeast; he'd had enough warnings that a panicked herd could crush a man and he wasn't exactly sure how you could tell when they were going to panic. Still, he leaned over further, trying to get a better look so he could at least describe it.


On Sun, Oct 25, 2020 at 2:37 PM Amy Frazey <amyfrazey9@...> wrote:
Valder and Sig were moving along one side of the herd of breeding stock, just out for a walk to let the green wher expend some energy, which she seemed to have an abundance of lately. He had also spotted the lame cow, and planned to tell one of the herdsmen when he had a minute.

All of a sudden, Sig stopped dead and came to attention, clearly seeing or smelling something Valder didn't. He paused and watched her, ((What is it, Sig?))

The green wher scented the wind for a moment. [[Hurt beast. New smell. New man smell. Sigrun find?]]



--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


Re: Who, Me? Attn Valder

Amy Frazey
 

Valder and Sig were moving along one side of the herd of breeding stock, just out for a walk to let the green wher expend some energy, which she seemed to have an abundance of lately. He had also spotted the lame cow, and planned to tell one of the herdsmen when he had a minute.

All of a sudden, Sig stopped dead and came to attention, clearly seeing or smelling something Valder didn't. He paused and watched her, ((What is it, Sig?))

The green wher scented the wind for a moment. [[Hurt beast. New smell. New man smell. Sigrun find?]]


Re: I Promise I Didn't Steal Your Dog Attn P'ryn

Amy Frazey
 

Scally was yipping and jumping at Garatt as he let her out, and she stood up on her hind legs, forepaws on his leg until he crouched down. Then she tipped her head so he could scratch some of the itchy spots. And the instant he had her leash on, she began to pull, wanting to run.

P'ryn had a grin on his face as he came in sight of the kennels, looking forward to seeing the little black scamp. And his grin widened when he heard her barking.  But when he saw her with a boy he didn't really recognise, P'ryn slowed for a minute, and just watched.


Who, Me? Attn Valder

Laura Walker
 

Garatt wasn't quite as sure of the herdbeast as the other animals that the BeastCraft tended to deal with. Runners he knew, the smaller animals he knew, but herdbeast were a little foreign to the boy's experience.

Besides, the real problem with herdbeast was that dragons tended to hunt them. And where there were dragons, there were riders, and some of the riders were bound to be Assistant Candidate Masters and there his imagination and thinking tended to stall out into 'I don't like these thoughts and I don't want to think them any more'.

Curiosity pulled one way, fear pulled the other. So it was a very cautious young man who approached at the edge of the fields closest to the stables, watching the herdbeast over their fence but all ready to retreat if a dragon appeared. Particularly a bronze dragon. These weren't the herdbeast intended for immediate dragon consumption (those wouldn't be kept so close to the runners, which panicked easily) these were the breeding stock but.. dragons were dragons. They might not decide to pay any attention to that.

It was easy to spot from there that one of the beasts seemed to be struggling, clearly favouring one side when she walked. Garatt hesitated, unsure what to do about it. Assume someone  already knew? Ru and tell Master Tolfast and hope he could pick it out again?

--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


Re: Stalking Shadows Att: Garatt/Arch

Laura Walker
 

Garatt had turned cautiously hearing the rustle. Sometimes you got tunnelsnakes and other vermin out in the stables and he didn't particularly want to end up sharing his sandwich with one of those.

It didn't look like a tunnelsnake though. He could see *something* in the shadows, even if he wasn't sure what, but it had legs. Cat maybe? Small dog? Garatt peered and then broke a little from the sausage at the side of his sandwich, proffering it. Better not to approach in case whatever it was was shy. "Come on then," he called in a voice only a little above a whisper. "I won't hurt you." 

On Sat, Oct 24, 2020 at 10:07 PM Jerzy Tobin <jerzytobin@...> wrote:
The stables were a place that ranked high on the list of Arch's
favorites.  There were tons of things to slink around and under, to
creep and stalk.  Plenty of prey to hunt, also.  There were lots of
things, bugs and rodents and the like hiding in the straw and hay.
The big things didn't really bother Arch; he was fast enough to jump
Between if necessary.  His pet wasn't with him at that moment, which
didn't bother the young blue flit at all.  His had things to do, and
so did Arch.   And right now, that thing was hunting.  Oh, he could
wait for his Pet to give him food, but where was the fun in that?
Especially when he was *made* for hunting?

Of course, when the smell of sausages tickled his dark blue nose, the
flit paused behind the hay bale he was using for cover.  The scent was
just too tempting to ignore, and the dark midnight blue flit began
slinking and skulking his way across the room towards the source of
the wonderful smell.

--
"Life is NOT a journey to the grave with the goal of arriving safely
in a prettily preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways in a
shower of gravel and party shards, thoroughly used, utterly exhausted,
and loudly proclaiming: "F*** ME, that Rocked!!" -unknown

Whizzy: Jerzy
Aim: Yue146







--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


Enthusiastic Supporters Attn Garatt, Lennaye, T'ryn

Laura Walker
 

If you couldn't ride then watching someone else ride was... well, not *as* good but better than nothing. Garatt perched at the side of the jumping field, feet balanced on the bottom rung of the fence as he leaned against it, happy to provide Lennaye with an enthusiastic audience as she practiced her jumping. "Go on, go on, go on -- that's it--" His voice was quiet, talking more to himself under his breath than cheering Lennaye on out loud, leaning further over as she approached the jump.

--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


Four Heads Are Better Than One Attn M'gal/T'ryn/N'shen

Laura Walker
 

Sometimes you could think yourself into a circle. The case of M'ayen was one of those. What should have been simple -- moving the bronzerider back into a wing -- had turned into a headache where every solution had an issue. Which was why R'tal had called three other experienced men to talk it over in the hope one could see a solution.

"So. If I put him back into a Wing, the issue is that he's not been in one for turns and his eyesight is poor enough besides that I'm worried," he explained. "I'd say put him in an experienced Wingleader's Wing and drill him until we're sure but I feel like with me and N'shen out you've got enough extra work to be going on with. So that leaves the Weyrling Wing -- and I don't want him near those kids -- or the Goldrider Wing -- and I don't trust him there either. And DragonHealer reports are already coming back poorly enough on Ardeth that I'm worried adding grounding him from Fall would push him over. Does anyone have ideas?"




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Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


Re: I Promise I Didn't Steal Your Dog Attn P'ryn

Laura Walker
 

"Good puppy. Good pup then. Scally, is it? Good Scally." Garatt dropped to a crouch to fuss over her before he hooked on her lead. "You want to come for a walk then, girl? Have a bit of a leg-stretch?" It was easier to talk to animals. They didn't talk back. didn't ask questions that caught you out, didn't make you fumble around looking for the right words. Garatt was quite happy to chatter to a dog, soothing nonsense as he walked her out of the kennels.


On Sun, Oct 25, 2020 at 1:52 AM Amy Frazey <amyfrazey9@...> wrote:
Scally was thrilled to see the boy that was so close to her boy's age. She missed her boy, he had been gone for so long. This boy was almost as good, but he smelled injured somehow. Still, she began to bark as soon as she saw him, scratching at her kennel and yipping happily, eager to be let out.

P'ryn had left Robelth dozing in the sun while the oil soaked into his hide. It was a quiet night, and since he had some time, he decided to go see Scally while he had the chance. Whistling a jaunty tune, he headed for the kennels near the stables.



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Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.