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Re: Matchmaker! Matchmaker! Att: Nykantiath/Quelenth

Jerzy Tobin
 

Well, Quelenth wasn't one to turn down company from a gold. His rider might have settled (however cautiously) with Foreth's but that didn't mean he had to. Spreading his wings he glided easily over to settle at her side, a little smug at being chosen. ((Quelenth,)) he introduced himself politely. ((And you are Nykantiath, I know.)) It wasn't as though you could miss the existence of a gold.
Well of course he should know who she was! She was important, after
all. ((Delighted to meet you, Quelenth. Have you lived at Arolos for
a long time? Would you tell me about yourself? And maybe a bit about
your rider, as well?))


--
"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: Matchmaker! Matchmaker! Att: Nykantiath/Nerenth

Jerzy Tobin
 

Nerenth welcomed the companionship, especially from a gold. The moons since that fateful Threadfall had been somewhat lonely and bereft of contact with other dragons. {{It is good just to have some company. We have felt out of place at times, since things changed. It is not at all the same, without Mine to fly and hunt with me.}} Now Nerenth sounded a bit forlorn, and he nuzzled Nykantiath's shoulder, taking comfort from the contact.
The gold crooned softly, and draped one of her wings over the brown
dragon for comfort. ((I am sure it will not always be this way,)) she
said reassuringly. ((And I am always happy to keep you company, if
you need it.))

--
"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


Meows need lovin. (Stark / Any)

jarel_lilienkamp
 

Yawning and stretching from her sleeping spot on her bed, Stark looked up and out over the weyr. She scratched her mostly white head with her back paw, the collar around her neck jingling slightly. She sniffed the air, her little pink nose twitching as she smelled. There was a very enticing smell in the air. So enticing that she felt hungry from it. Carefully she hopped off her bed, black tail mostly straight up, with her tip bent downwards, looking like a candy cane. carefully she trotted along, following her nose that would hopefully lead her to where the good small was.


Re: Turning up Like a Bad Penny Att: Crelin/Ka'an

Laura Walker
 

"They reckon they'll find something." Crelin grinned, displaying a mouth of gapped, brown and yellowing teeth. If anything the man seemed to have aged *more* since their last meeting. "Can turn my hand to most things, me."


On Sat, Nov 14, 2020 at 9:42 PM Jerzy Tobin <jerzytobin@...> wrote:
> "Hm." Truth was staying somewhere with decent food where they looked after you a bit sounded fairly nice to Crelin right now. It would doubtless continue seeming nice until he got himself back into hot water. "Maybe I'll stay a while. My boy's here after all."
>
"Hmm," Ka'an answered in as neutral a tone as he could manage.  He
remembered Kel, remembered the scrawny, starving little boy, and
thought that he'd be a lot better off not knowing that Crelin was back
in the Weyr at all.  If he had already been told, there wasn't much
Ka'an could do, but he had a thought to perhaps warn the
Weyrlingmasters about any possible trouble that Crelin's presence
might cause Kel.

"I suppose as long as they have work for you."



--
"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: Matchmaker! Matchmaker! Att: Nykantiath/Primith

Jerzy Tobin
 

[[PRIMITH!]] O'lar mind-shouted. [[She did not request me to come here.]]

{{No, Nykantiath requested that you go see her,}} Primith said...primly. {{Nykantiath says that hers needs company. Now, leave me alone. I'm busy.}} He went back to lavishing attention on the gold.

{{Our riders are clueless,}} he said. {{And mine, a little more so. He came from a long time ago. His dam was Weyrwoman then--}} Primith continued to tell Nykantiath some of the images he saw in O'lar's head from when he lived in the Second Pass.

Meanwhile, in Andronda's office, O'lar bowed his head. "Many apologies, weyrwoman. Primith told me that your Nykantiath was the one who sent me here. You don't seem to be in any distress, so why would she do that?"
"Oh, Faranth help me," Andronda muttered, flushing with embarrassment.
"My apologies, rider O'lar. My lady seems to think that my social
life has been lacking lately, and has taken it to mind that she should
be doing something about that, whether I ask her to or not."

For her part, Nykantiath was very, very smug. With the other dragons
she'd spoken too, she had only gotten Andronda to meet with one other
so far, so the fact that Primith had taken initiative to send his
rider to meet her own delighted her. She shouldn't have to do all the
work, after all!

((From so long ago? Fascinating! He must have many interesting
stories to tell.))


--
"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: Turning up Like a Bad Penny Att: Crelin/Ka'an

Jerzy Tobin
 

"Hm." Truth was staying somewhere with decent food where they looked after you a bit sounded fairly nice to Crelin right now. It would doubtless continue seeming nice until he got himself back into hot water. "Maybe I'll stay a while. My boy's here after all."
"Hmm," Ka'an answered in as neutral a tone as he could manage. He
remembered Kel, remembered the scrawny, starving little boy, and
thought that he'd be a lot better off not knowing that Crelin was back
in the Weyr at all. If he had already been told, there wasn't much
Ka'an could do, but he had a thought to perhaps warn the
Weyrlingmasters about any possible trouble that Crelin's presence
might cause Kel.

"I suppose as long as they have work for you."



--
"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
 

Garatt hadn't noticed anyone else providing, too caught up in watching Lennaye himself. He went shyly pink as he noticed T'ryn. That wasn't just a rider, wasn't even just a bronzerider. That was a WeyrSecond who used to be a Weyrleader.

Well-enforced good manners made him straighten up, surprisingly tall once he came out of his comfortable slouch, even if still skinny and awkward. His left hand vanished behind his back, automatically protecting it from sight but he politely shook the man's hand with his right hand. "Pleased to meet you, WeyrSecond, sir." That was a small polite voice, as formal as any Hold presentation, again well-drilled in.
T'ryn smiled benignly at the lad, noting the shyness, as well as the
very polite manners. Hold born, most likely. Weyr children tended to
be a little more relaxed, in his opinion.

"I'm pleased to meet you as well, young Garatt. My daughter told me
she'd made a friend who adored runners as much as she does, and I am
glad to be able to meet you. It makes me happy to know she has
someone to cheer her on and watch over her when I cannot do so
myself."


--
"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: Look What I Found! Att: Aicha

Jerzy Tobin
 

Alonel Hold wasn't all that far from Arolos, so the sight of dragons -while not all that common- wasn't an everyday occurrence, either. So the sight of a dragon overhead was notable, especially when the bright blue dragon landed on one of the empty runner paddocks for no apparent reason.

Aicha had just been out on a ride to take a turn-old runner filly back to the outer pasture when the blue dragon landed. She saw the dragon' in the distance, and wondered why it was there. As did quite a few other people, her father included.

Aicha joined the crowd of people welcoming the dragonrider as soon as she had Cade unsaddled and fed, then she went to stand beside her brother, Lynd.
Yeha had smiled as the crowd gathered to greet her and Owkobith, and
started inquiring about her sudden visit. Even there was no clutch on
the Sands as of yet, and none of the queens showing any signs of
rising any time soon, a possible Searching in a Hold caused a great
deal of excitement for those old enough to actually be Searched.
There was a great deal of prestige to be gained for a family to have
someone Searched, and even more if their family member Impressed.

At first, Owkobith showed no signs that whoever he had sensed was
present, but as some more people approached the already gathered
crowd, the blue dragon's head swung towards one section, and he peered
at the people there very intently.

((There! The person I sense is over here somewhere.))

"My dragon says that there is someone here suitable for Search within
this crowd. If you are willing, will those of an age to be Searched
step forward?" Yeha asked politely.



--
"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: Runner From the Barracks (Attn: Sh'ain/Garatt)

Laura Walker
 

The voice was familiar and it took Garatt's brain a moment to realise why. He straightened up hastily, suddenly dismayed by an awareness of just how he looked. No Candidate uniform to be seen, his boots were all over runner muck, his hair had gone wild and there was straw in it and probably worse. Sh'ain had been one of the kinder of the ACMs and even so, he was abruptly trying to subtly tweak his shirt straight and hoping desperately he didn't have a smudge on his face. "Sir!"


On Sat, Nov 14, 2020 at 3:13 AM Kevin M <LrdSlvrhnd@...> wrote:
Sh'ain came up to his runner's stall and spotted a familiar figure hanging over the door.  "Be grateful that's not Dancer's sire," he called out lightly.  "Artaq would've already had your finger for lunch by now!"

On Mon, Nov 9, 2020 at 04:57 PM, Laura Walker wrote:
Garatt was working his way through making friends with all the runners in the stables. Why, he couldn't exactly say, save that they were there and it felt like something he could succeed at. Dancer was one he'd yet to approach and he was leaning over the stable door, making coaxing clucking noises with his tongue, trying to tempt the runner close enough to offer the orangeroot in his hand. "Come on then," he called softly. "Heeey, lovely boy, come on."

 
--
LrdSlvrhnd on the Wizzy thingie, and also on Discord



--

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: Crafting Time! (atten: Cremsden)

Laura Walker
 

"Well. That might be a situation where you have to make a choice--" Cremsden said, and startled a little as Volly flashed by him. "Could you--"

But Bitey was grumbling a comment before he finished that request. Volly needed to come settle down and eat. This wasn't the place for getting over-excited.

On Fri, Nov 13, 2020 at 12:34 AM Steelsilver <theglitteryone2@...> wrote:
Volly chirped once more, and then he was aloft, darting an excited circle around the room. FOOD! GLORIOUS FOOD!

"Volly! Behave!" Temeir chided, but then his attention was back on Cremsden, and he was nodding. "I want to try and Impress. Before anything else. But they said I needed to choose a Craft too, and Healers help everyone- just like dragonriders do." 



--

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: Wish You Could Wash Me (atten: Garatt, Isirdux)

Laura Walker
 

"I just--his head was so big-- and I thought he might just be going to grab me, and--" Garatt realised belatedly that the person he was babbling at was no other than the rider of the bronze dragon in question. He swallowed. Those tended to get protective about their dragon. "I--I just panicked I guess. Sorry."


On Fri, Nov 13, 2020 at 6:00 PM Steelsilver <theglitteryone2@...> wrote:
"Him? Nah, he's fine." I'des assured Garatt. "He's just a great bossy lump. Breathe." He added once more. "Probably saw you coming and thought he could get some free scratches."



--

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: Hey, You! Stablehand! atten: Garatt/Sarati

Laura Walker
 

"Come on then." Garatt took a slow careful step backwards. "Come on now. Out you come. There's orangeroot out here. Redfruit too."

Of course it was entirely possible the runner might follow him out and go somewhere else, but Garatt was hoping enough blatant bribery might prevent that.

On Thu, Nov 12, 2020 at 6:39 PM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:
Midnight eyed him a long time before snorting. At least he wasn't trying to bite Garatt again. That had to be a good sign.



--

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: Runner From the Barracks (Attn: Sh'ain/Garatt)

Kevin M
 

Sh'ain came up to his runner's stall and spotted a familiar figure hanging over the door.  "Be grateful that's not Dancer's sire," he called out lightly.  "Artaq would've already had your finger for lunch by now!"


On Mon, Nov 9, 2020 at 04:57 PM, Laura Walker wrote:
Garatt was working his way through making friends with all the runners in the stables. Why, he couldn't exactly say, save that they were there and it felt like something he could succeed at. Dancer was one he'd yet to approach and he was leaning over the stable door, making coaxing clucking noises with his tongue, trying to tempt the runner close enough to offer the orangeroot in his hand. "Come on then," he called softly. "Heeey, lovely boy, come on."

 
--
LrdSlvrhnd on the Wizzy thingie, and also on Discord


Re: Like A Bad Penny Attn Larissa

Kevin M
 

"Bad luck, that," Larissa agreed with a nod.  "Well, I'm sure we'll be able to find something for you to do, especially if you have somebody here to vouch for you."  Of course, she'd be letting the guards know - not that it was likely they didn't already; the man had to get into the Weyr somehow, and most ways would have taken him past them.  "But in the meantime, feel free to get something to eat at the Dining Hall."


On Mon, Nov 9, 2020 at 04:40 PM, Laura Walker wrote:
"Oh, I just do work here and there, y'know?" Crelin said. "Travelled with one of the trading caravans for a while, helping them load and unload and set up but then Kel was at the Weyr and they wanted to go back North so--" He shrugged. "Tend to find somewhere needs a bit of work doing, stop until it's done and then move on." He scowled a little. "Had a bit of a run of bad luck last job, Holder's son took a dislike to me so I was looking for somewhere new and someone said you needed rocks clearing. I can do that sure enough; can turn my hand to most things -- bit of clearing greenery for a hold that's not keeping up with it, bit of fence repair, or painting, or-- if it's needed I can do it." Which was a confident assertion for a man who looked more like he should be having a peaceful retirement somewhere.

 
--
LrdSlvrhnd on the Wizzy thingie, and also on Discord


Re: Wish You Could Wash Me (atten: Garatt, Isirdux)

Steelsilver
 

"Him? Nah, he's fine." I'des assured Garatt. "He's just a great bossy lump. Breathe." He added once more. "Probably saw you coming and thought he could get some free scratches."


Re: Wish You Could Wash Me (atten: Garatt, Isirdux)

Laura Walker
 

"G--Garatt." His voice was a squeak still, but he obediently gulped air. "I didn't mean-- was he angry?"


On Fri, Nov 13, 2020 at 12:41 AM Steelsilver <theglitteryone2@...> wrote:
"Sunstreath, back up." I'des ordered. ((But...))

"Do it, you lazy lizard." I'des scplded, and Sunstreath huffed, but retreated. I'des, satisfied, turned his attention to the boy. "Just breathe. Don't want you fainting on me. Breathe. Sunny wouldn't hurt you. I'm I'des, and that bossy bronze lump is Sunstreath. What's your name, kid?" 



--

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: Wish You Could Wash Me (atten: Garatt, Isirdux)

Steelsilver
 

"Sunstreath, back up." I'des ordered. ((But...))

"Do it, you lazy lizard." I'des scplded, and Sunstreath huffed, but retreated. I'des, satisfied, turned his attention to the boy. "Just breathe. Don't want you fainting on me. Breathe. Sunny wouldn't hurt you. I'm I'des, and that bossy bronze lump is Sunstreath. What's your name, kid?" 


Re: Crafting Time! (atten: Cremsden)

Steelsilver
 

Volly chirped once more, and then he was aloft, darting an excited circle around the room. FOOD! GLORIOUS FOOD!

"Volly! Behave!" Temeir chided, but then his attention was back on Cremsden, and he was nodding. "I want to try and Impress. Before anything else. But they said I needed to choose a Craft too, and Healers help everyone- just like dragonriders do." 


Re: Crafting Time! (atten: Cremsden)

Laura Walker
 

"Well, there's a fair old amount," Cremsden agreed as Bitey muttered a welcome which interpreted something close to 'you can stay but I'm in charge, find somewhere to nap'. And then he squawked something of a command and suddenly every firelizard eye in the office was open, every firelizard was shouting at Cremsden to fill the foodbowl.

Cremsden was seemingly oblivious to what was being yelled at him, audible though it might have been to Volly. Still he reached out absent-mindedly to fill the bowl without looking around. "I didn't actually intend on having any. Bitey here's a wild one who got himself injured."

On Thu, Nov 12, 2020 at 11:40 PM Steelsilver <theglitteryone2@...> wrote:
Temeir nodded, slowly, and one hand came up to scritch Volly, who let out a warble of pleasure, and then chirped another greeting, this one to Bitey in particular. "I only have Volly, here. The Hold Harper gave him to me, well, his egg, on my eleventh nameday." he told Cremsden. "Do most people here have more than one firelizard? I saw a lot outside, and then there's these. Or are most of them wild?" 



--

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: Wish You Could Wash Me (atten: Garatt, Isirdux)

Laura Walker
 

"I don't--" Garatt's thin shoulder was trembling under his hand, his voice shaking in terror. "I-- I-- his head was so close and -- and I thought he would just grab me and--" He was breathing hard still, not trying to run any more but staring at the dragon as though even now Sunstreath might snatch him up.


On Thu, Nov 12, 2020 at 11:42 PM Steelsilver <theglitteryone2@...> wrote:
"Hey, whoa- easy there." I'des reached down to lay a hand on the kid's shoulder, to try and steady him. "Easy. You okay, kid? Sunstreath won't hurt you." 



--

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.

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