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Re: A lullaby to make time fly. (Ysolde/Delysia)

Nutmeg
 

Ysolde had consigned herself to accepting that she was going to have to leave her scroll with the guard when he came back and held the door open for her. Her surprise was quickly contained and she took a second to ensure her hair was neatly falling down her back in its mass of ringlets and not flopping into her eyes making her look as though she had rolled out of bed without a brush.

"Oh thank you, sirs," she said, bobbing a curtsey to both of the guards as she stepped in.

"Yes ma'am. Candidate Ysolde." Hastily she took a seat, folding her ankles demurely to one side in the way that her mother had taught her, hands tucked in her lap with the scroll secure in her fingers. The Goldrider hadn't sounded annoyed at the intrusion and that was something for sure. Right? After all, Delysia could have asked the Guard to send her away with some polite excuse and she, Ysolde, would have been none the wiser.

On Sat, Apr 11, 2020 at 11:26 PM <mglady3@...> wrote:
"Right you are, miss." The guard replied encouragingly. "I'll just be a moment." A nice young thing, he thought, as he knocked briskly on the pane of the office door. He found himself hoping the goldrider was a in a receptive mood. Usually very pleasantly, Lady Delysia was, but not someone you'd want to get on the bad side of. Had a glare that could freeze a man's nose off his face, she did. Receiving a muffled acknowledgement, he let himself into the office, shutting the door behind him. 

There was a brief, muffled exchange, and few moments later, the guard was back. This time, he held the door open for Ysolde. "Go on in." He said. "She'll see you now."

Inside the office, Ysolde would find Delysia behind her desk, scribbling busily on a sheet of hide. "Candidate Ysolde, right?" She didn't look up as she spoke, but her tone was pleasant enough. "Please take a seat. I'll be with you in a moment."



On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 4:07 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
And that might be a problem. Ysolde suddenly realised something  - had she even told the goldrider her name? "I'm sure she doesn't know me. I only met her twice. The night Razelth clutched and when she came to tell the Candidates about it." She fidgeted, suddenly looking a little miserable when she realised that her glorious plan was.... actually not all that well thought out. "You could tell her it's Candidate Ysolde?" Maybe, for some wonderful reason, the woman would have cause to know her. Because even just a sliver of recognition? Well, that would be beyond marvellous in itself.

On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 4:26 AM <mglady3@...> wrote:
It was the kind guard who spoke again, holding up his hand in the universal sign for `slow down and take a deep breath`. "It's alright, miss." He said, giving Ysolde an encouraging smile. "I can ask if she has time to see you. Who should I say is calling?"


On Wed, Apr 8, 2020 at 2:40 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
That the man spoke to her so kindly helped, he reminded her an awful lot of her own father and she managed a small smile but inwardly she cursed. Why hadn't she thought to make an appointment?! Of course a Goldrider's time would be scheduled to the ends of the earth, each second managed and made space for. "No, she's not..." she admitted reluctantly. But then again, she didn't have to even be there, not really! "... She doesn't have to see me directly if she's not got time. I didn't stop to think about how busy she would be." Sheepishly she held out the carefully rolled scroll. "I just wanted to give her this. It's a present for Razelth - well, her too if she wants it. And I don't mind if she doesn't! It's just a thought. I know she must get inundated with silly things like this!" 

The last couple of sentences came out as a garbled rush and she fidgeted, clearly looking more than a little nervous. "You can check it if you need to. It's nothing bad or nasty. Just, just a silly little lullaby that I thought she might like to play for Razelth and her eggs."

On Wed, Apr 8, 2020 at 3:51 AM <mglady3@...> wrote:
The guards looked back at her, their expressions politely stoic. Delysia received her share of visitors, of course, as a goldrider must, but they did not tend to be young candidate girls. The one on the right, an older man with children of his own who thought Ysolde reminded him a little of his eldest, was the one who spoke up. "Is the goldrider expecting you, miss?" He asked, not unkindly.


On Sun, Apr 5, 2020 at 1:43 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
It had taken asking more people than she had thought before someone remembered that yes, Delysia had been involved in the Harper Craft before Impressing and that she had had a good musical ear with the gitar. It had been the information she had hoped for. 

Ever since she had chanced on the Goldrider and then again seen her at the Barracks, Ysolde had been more than a little enamoured. Not romantically, but in Delysia, Ysolde had seen everything in a woman that she hoped that someday, she might remotely resemble. A Goldrider had to be a good role model, right? Even if she hadn't exactly won the favour of Weyrwoman Kassia. And her current punishment of drudge duties and helping Candidatemaster Nayari with what seemed like a small mountain of paperwork and filing hadn't exactly made for the most free time.

So it had taken longer than planned and involved paying a Harper with a small jewelled necklace she had finished that she had been intending to sell for considerable marks at the next Gather, but it was done. And that was the important part. She had had the man write up a Northern lullaby that her mother used to sing to her. And even better, it was written for a gitar player.

She had a rare moment of free time but she knew where the Goldrider's office was. And he was hoping that Delysia would be there and not at the Cavern with Razelth. She didn't want to do this in front of a group of Candidates. Just in case it didn't go down well. In private she could save face. In public... well, probably not as much. Ysolde had gone to the effort of making sure she was clean and smart, her wild hair neatly braided and wearing a neat, freshly cleaned uniform as she made her way up to the Goldrider offices. She saw several guards near the doors and swallowed a nervous gulp. She knew they had guards. Oh yes, he did.

"Excuse me? Does anyone know if Goldrider Delysia is in her office?"

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Re: Through Glom Of Nit Attn Idri Cremsden

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And they said flits weren't smart. "That takes away a lot of the effort. Why go traipsing about when you can have your very own housewarming." Idri picked her way careful around the masses. One wrong move and she was going to stand on a tail and then chaos would undoubtedly ensue. "However did she find this place? Had she come to speak with you or something? I know she likes to talk to you"


On Sat, Apr 11, 2020 at 10:40 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
Cremsden laughed. "No, though I can see that too. No, credit in this case seems to go to this fellow." He nodded towards Bitey who was curled asleep on his desk. "Apparently he decided that if he couldn't fly to go make friends he would bring them to him."

On Sat, Apr 11, 2020 at 12:00 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
For several moments, all Idri could do was stare. There was firelizards absolutely everywhere. It was baffling. "Did she send them here or something? Because I can totally see her doing that and deciding you needed friends or something." It explained a lot. No wonder the readings had been so low - it would have been like Tyne had been doped.


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Re: Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be Riders (De'con/Delysia/Razelth)

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He wasn't sure what had been happening in her head but even he had spotted the slight shift in the smile that made it well, if he was mistaken, perhaps just a little warmer. Had he known more of her, perhaps he might have been more cautious but then, even that was hard to say. It was a hypothetical that didn't even exist. His own smile deepened slightly, his face crinkling into familiar folds that said a smile was what he wore the easiest.

As Delysia leaned forward to look at the gitar, he held it out to her, a silent invitation that she was welcome to take it and inspect the instrument. De'con had already had his suspicions and these were confirmed when she spoke of not having much time. "I know the feelin' all the well. Not too long ago, when Ourneth an' me weren't goin' through the best of times - well I made a promise to myself, and my mother, that I would make sure I kept a little piece of every day to be just for me and some music. Might be a corny soundin' idea - but gettin' back into my music downright near saved my life. So I figure I owe it to myself to keep on playin'."

On Sun, Apr 12, 2020 at 12:52 AM <mglady3@...> wrote:
Delysia was always a little wary of men, of male riders in particular. Because from experience, men really only had one thing in mind when it came beautiful women. Oh, she had no trouble working with men or talking to them on a day to day. And if a flirty smile here and there will get her what she wants, well, a girl was entitled to use all the tools at her disposal, so long as the girl understood the game that she played. And Delysia did not intend to be a fool again, not for anyone.

However, even Delysia had troubling holding on to her wariness in the presence of someone so obviously at ease with himself. And the smile that greeted De'con's laughter was not entirely contrived. She leaned forward to look at the gitar when he drew attention to it. As he said, it was old and worn, but obviously well cared for and beloved. "I think your mother would be pleased to see you continue to practice her teachings." She replied, honestly. "It's not always easy to find time as a rider. I should know."

Aoede didn't deign to respond directly to the compliment, but she preened in a way that indicated that she was well pleased.  



On Sat, Apr 11, 2020 at 4:15 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
"A real pleasure it is to meet you, ma'am. If yours has been anythin' to go by, it's been as warm a welcome as it's sunny days." There was a small, slightly lop-side curl of his mouth and a twinkle to his eye that suggested that De'con lived by good humour and easy words but knew how to arrange them in appropriate propriety. "It's been a real pleasure t'be puttin' pen to a fresh page. Downright refreshin' it is too."

Her smile was of course, devastating. How many hearts had she broken, he wondered, catching the sparkle that flashed through her eyes. Her words brought a chuckle, a thick bubble of sound that sounded as if it had come from the soles of his feet and rumbled its way through him. It was a laugh that came easily and was clearly unforced. "Well I'll be takin' the compliment and thankin' you kindly. Although if it's a song written by me, then it's pretty much damned to obscurity. My mother was a Harper. I'm sure she'd be real sorry to see me wastin' her trainin' strummin' this old thing." As he spoke, he lifted the gitar and settled it back in his lap, idly picking at the strings in a lazy, tuneful composition. It was obvious that it wasn't a gesture designed to impress or show off, just one he was comfortable doing, like he didn't know what his hands should be doing otherwise.

Aeode's tuneful warble brought a small whoop of delight from the man, the tone enough to show his glee but not so loud as to be overly raucous or disturbing, He was ever mindful of the gold nearby. "Well now, lovely, I'm thinkin' you should've been a Harper yourself with that wonderful little voice."

On Sat, Apr 11, 2020 at 11:43 PM <mglady3@...> wrote:
The man leaned forward and Delysia could see his face more clearly. It was an older face, full of history, but wore it well. She'd been right, he wasn't anyone she'd encountered before. And the man's own words a few seconds later confirmed her assessment.

"In that case, welcome to Arolos, De'con. I am Delysia." She didn't feel the need to elaborate beyond that. She hadn't missed the sideways glance at her knots. If the man couldn't put two and two together from there, he really was too stupid to bother with, even with his musical talent. "I hope that you have found your first impression of the South to be a positive one?"

At the man's last comment, Delysia smiled and there was a flash of something in her eyes that could have been amusement. "I think you are being overly modest. I think you know perfectly well that that 'twiddling' of yours is quite as good as some of things that come out of the Harper Halls." As if in agreement, Aoede warbled a brief string of notes that resembled the opening of De'con's tune.


On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 4:14 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
As the woman stepped forward, De'con was pleasantly surprised. She was, for lack of better wording, astoundingly beautiful with an exotic touch that he was sure captured the hearts... and loins... of more than the occasional admirer. Spotting the knots, he inclined his head again in polite acknowledgement of her rank. "You'd be welcome to tell to get on out of here, I promise I won't take offence." His speaking voice was as soft a drawl as his singing voice and he leaned forward, bringing his own features more clearly into the light. "But you'd be right ma'am. I landed just a few days ago. De'con of bronze Ourneth. It certainly is a pleasure. And the song? Well, I guess not knowing it isn't too much a surprise either - it's one of mine - just some twiddlings I put together."

The sight of the tiny gold brought a short laugh of clearly delighted surprise. "Well hello there, lovely one. I'm sure glad that you approve. I wouldn't be wantin' to make anyone's ears bleed."

On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 4:45 AM <mglady3@...> wrote:
"The acoustics in these caverns are very good indeed." Delysia agreed, taking the last few steps to bring her to De'con's side, now that she was certain of doing so without breaking the musician's attention. 

"You play well, though I don't recognize the song." She offered. "I don't think I've seen you around here before either." She added, conversationally. It was hard to make out exact features in the dark, but Delysia didn't think she could be mistaken about a voice. Casually, she slung the rope toy she'd been carrying over one shoulder. Almost immediately, a pale golden shape, recognizable even in the darkness, dove down to land there, tiny golden claws digging into the rope for stability. Aoede peered at the stranger and crooned softly.

The corners of Delysia's mouth curved. "Even Aoede agrees. And she's the real critic here."


On Wed, Apr 8, 2020 at 2:52 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
"... I guess I'll see you, somewhere around... You'll never know when, I'll be.... back around...."

It wasn't a loud or ostentatious singing designed to capture someone's attention. It was a low, intimate hum of a song as if it was being directly sung to the person whom it was intended. It was accompanied by intricate strains as his fingers jumped over the strings. He clearly knew the instrument well, his eyes closed half the time and not needing to look at the strings. He was aware of the shape of someone stepping closer but made no move to cut the music short. It just sounded too damn good in the cave for him to give it up until it was done.

It went on for several more minutes. An almost melancholic song of regret. Sure, it was a little corny around the edges, but there was a soothing quality to it. "... It's funny, lady... how time slips away..."

The four thrumming strums of stronger chords, plus the fact he finally took his hand away indicated that he was indeed finished. Setting the instrument carefully to one side, and making a note to take his boots off the railing, De'con turned to Delysia. He couldn't see her too clearly in the soft light but could tell from her outline that it was definitely a "her". "Ma'am." he said in greeting with a tip of his head that seemed to say, if he was wearing a hat, he would have tipped that in greeting too. Common sense dictated that this was possibly the gold's rider but the light wasn't strong enough to make any notes clear just yet. "I hope my caterwauling isn't waking up the Weyr. But the acoustics were too good to pass up."

OoC: I'm going on the assumption that the cavern gets pretty dark in the evening so that the gold can rest more easily - so I'm assuming that right now, the most he can see of Delysia is some shadows and a few details :P

On Wed, Apr 8, 2020 at 4:22 AM <mglady3@...> wrote:
Delysia usually chose to spend her evenings and nights in the Caverns so that she could be close to Razelth. There was a smallish cavern off of the main cavern that adapted beautifully into temporarily living quarters. Delysia had moved in the night before, but even the most supremely organized person could not move with forgetting *something*. Or several somethings.

It was with the latest *something* in hand - Boudicca's favorite cat toy, a bunch of colorfully knotted ropes - that Delysia return find soft strains of music drifting out of the cavern entrance. 

If Delysia wasn't so aware of her own dignity and what was due to it, she would have groaned. She was starting to regret her announcement to the candidates, because it seemed to have encouraged every hack who could lay hands on an instrument to facing themselves a musician. But that was before she stopped and really had a listen.

This one...well, this one actually sounded like he knew what he was doing. And with Delysia's acutely musical ear, that was no mean compliment. Curious now, she move quietly and swiftly through the cavern tunnel on soft, though well padded boots. She picked her way through the stands to where the musician sat. Though she did not try to hide, neither did she attempt to break his concentration. 



On Mon, Apr 6, 2020 at 3:51 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
It had been a nice surprise to learn that there was clutch on the Sands. Another new start, just like his own. And the rumours on the berry vine had been that the gold was rather partial to a bit of music. And that suited him just fine. Ourneth had caught a gold once. Just once. The lump had insisted that his Rider play for "his" babies all of the time. Hopefully this wouldn't turn into a regular occurrence, but it might be a good way to while away the time, maybe meet someone or two. Preferably someone with a musical ear.

Being that it was getting on in the day, there was next to no one in the stands. No, he didn't mind Candidates but he wasn't in the mood to entertain half a dozen kids. He wasn't exactly dressed to impress a goldrider, clad in a well worn, comfortable checked shirt, his sleeves rolled up, an equally worn pair of trousers and his most favourite pair of boots that had definitely missed polishing day more than once. But his gitar, that had been well and truly loved, the deep sheen of well polished care giving the rich dark wood a lustrous glow.

Making himself comfortable, boots up on the safety railing, he twiddled with the strings as he tuned he instrument expertly, fingers plucking until he found the right note. He could see the dark shape of the gold in the dim light, but didn't address her directly - just in case she were resting.

The acoustics in here were astounding and for several minutes he let the rich noise echo around the cave, a pleasant strumming before he added his low tenor to it, a drawling croon that complimented the gitar's melody.

"Well, hello there... my, it's been a long, long time... How you doing? Oh, I guess that I'm doin' fine..."

OoC: Yes, he is basically singing Willie Nelson's "Funny How Time Slips Away". Because he's a cowboy at heart ;)

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Re: They said I could stay! (Tyne/Cremsden)

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Yawning and rubbing her eyes, Tyne squeezed into the seat opposite. She was going to sleep well tonight that was for sure. "No. Not exciting. Just gooshy." Starting to come alive again - sort of, she peered at Cremsden. "I came to say thank you. That's why I'm here in the Infirmary. I went and spoke with Master Larsin."


On Sat, Apr 11, 2020 at 10:38 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
"Something exciting?" Cremsden settled back into his chair, cupping his hands around his mug.

On Sat, Apr 11, 2020 at 12:04 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
"Creepy noises?" For a second she looked startled. And then realised that she was the source of said creepy noises and she looked sheepish. "That was me. Did I snore? I probably snored." Shifting carefully to her feet, she wandered towards his desk. "It was you I wanted to come see. But then I got distracted."

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Re: Is This The Real Life? Is This Just Fantasy ATTN DYThA, AMBRELLI, ANY IN INFIRMARY

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Shells but the day had been long. Not even chaotic... just long. Grateful for her still sustaining feet - albeit with a handful of superficial lesions - Dytha's thoughts were roaming to her weyr. And most importantly, her bathing pool. Providing she could get the water to run hot. Ponth was snoozing on her ledge, having enjoyed a very delightful day playing and keeping herself entertained.

She had been reviewing the charts ready for the night shift handover and was just walking up to Ambrelli when she heard the voice. It was Cremsden's voice for sure but it sounded.. odd. It only took a second to locate the man and her brow furrowed deeply with concern at his pale features. What in the world? "Cremsden? Is everything all right?"

On Sat, Apr 11, 2020 at 10:46 PM TrueTricia <tricia.nicewicz@...> wrote:
Ambrelli had been discussing a rather mundane subject with Apprentice Dytha, having grown quite impressed by the young woman's abilities and understanding.  She had quite a handle of some rather obscure aspects of dragonology, and it was wonderful to see someone like her thriving, despite several less than ideal circumstances.  Merck was off somewhere playing -- perhaps even with Ponth -- and was absent from her shoulder.  

She had just finished her conversation with Dytha and moved away to go make notes for Candidate Apprentice Yiyu's next learning assignment and chores.  She also needed to finish making a list of the things that she thought Tyne would need to set up the remote clinic.  The woman was quite remarkable, that HAF ability of hers could be very useful.  Ambrelli was still figuring out exactly how though.  Perhaps even having the gold and a couple others follow during Fall and alert them of what they'd have coming in.  Being able to be prepared with even an extra minute's notice could be useful.  She was determined to get the woman to actually apprentice with them, but she didn't want to be pushy.  And she needed to teach her some formal medicine for flits.  She scribbled notes down, absently playing with a gold earring that dangled from her ear and had been caught in her chocolate curls.

She was lost in thought so deeply that she did not hear the strange voice call out to Dytha.



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Re: He said that you might be willing to help. (Tyne/Ambrelli)

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She wasn't sure whether it was a good thing or not that the woman confirmed that Master Larsin had spoken to her. Immediately her mind leapt to just what might or might not have been said. Hastily she brushed it away. Now wasn't the time for that.

Tyne still couldn't decide how she felt about the empty space in front of her name. Even as a Candidate she had a rank to address her by. Even if she hadn't wanted that one. But that was something else for another time as well. She gave Ambrelli a small smile. "Yes, I have an idea that I hope to eventually have cleared by the Weyrwoman but I need to establish some groundwork as well. You're right that it's to do with the firelizards as well." During this Tyne had taken the proffered hand and shaken it sturdily. If she was nervous, the only real give away was the slight jumping of her eyes. "Going to an office would be wonderful. It would be an ideal location to talk to you in more detail."

On Sat, Apr 11, 2020 at 7:19 PM TrueTricia <tricia.nicewicz@...> wrote:
"It is no bother at all," Ambrelli responded automatically.  She still had to see what the woman said before she actually came to that conclusion.  But it cost her nothing to be polite.  There was a moment as the woman gathered herself up, the posture shift indicating it to Ambrelli, and she waited patiently.

And as soon as she spoke, Ambrelli knew exactly who she was and why she was here.  Former weyrwoman Tyne.  She remembered that day at Fort Weyr, when gold dragons died in a terrible accident.  Everyone on Pern who was near a dragon could remember that day, the sound of the keening such a terrible sound.  And all the more terrible for the three riders, so something that Tyne probably didn't want brought up.  She certainly didn't want to talk about the days she'd lost dragons, and she hadn't been bonded with them.  Master Larsin had mentioned that the woman had an idea for flitts that he thought might be useful. Ambrelli had told him she'd be happy to help however she could; after all, Merck was such an integral part of her life and her successes as a dragonhealer.  Arolos had so many flitts, if they could serve a functional purpose and assist with completion of tasks, Ambrelli was all for it.

"He did," she stuck out her hand.  "You must be Tyne," she said in greeting, deciding against her former title lest it bring up memories.  "I'm glad you came by.  Come," she said with a smile, "let's go to the offices where we can talk more.  He didn't fill me in on any details except that you had a few ideas about flitters and ways to change how we deal with them."  



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Re: Hello, Stranger! (atten: Dytha/Ponth)

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The blue was... enthusiastic. That was for sure. Whilst Ponth preened and fluttered under the attention, Dytha set up her buckets and glanced over the Rider, getting a feel for their demeanour.

Well of course it's wonderful. You big dragons seem to be so fascinated by me. Of course I was just an egg so I don't remember anything other than coming to find my Healer. But we travelled across worlds and stars just to come here.

((Fibber. You can't remember any of that))

For her trouble, Dytha got flicked with water as her green chattered away blithely. "It's no worry, just tell your blue not to necessarily believe everything he's told. Ponth likes to elaborate. Because I assume he's asking, yes - Ponth is one of the dragons that was brought forward from the Second Pass. Yes, she's full size. Yes she's rideable, yes she can Between and yes she can fight thread." 

There was a dark twinkle in her eye as she reeled off the points in a way to suggest she has been asked these things many, many times before. Settling a brush on her shoulder, Dytha thrust out her other hand in greeting. "I'm Dytha."

On Sat, Apr 11, 2020 at 6:35 PM Alexander Nakano <theglitteryone2@...> wrote:
((It's *wonderful* to meet you, are you one of those dragons that we heard about from the past, that must have been so interesting!)) Meisteth launched into happy chatter, unbothered by the splash. ((My rider is J'zat! J'zat, tell Ponth how interesting she is!))

 "Afternoon ta you, too." J'zat gave the green's rider a nod. "'Pologies if Meisteth is interruptin' anything. He just likes ta make friends."





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Re: These Little Moments (ATTN: Yiyu/Tyne)

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"Someone found a dead mother and followed her trail back to a crevice where she'd left her litter. She came tearing out and ran into me. I decided to keep her," Yiyu explained, smiling as she watched Tyne handle the kitten who purred loudly in response, making the Candidate smile.

"HHow are you doing?" she asked innocently.

On Apr 12, 2020, at 4:53 AM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

It was intriguing to watch someone else untangle a small furry thing from their hair. Tyne noted how easily the Candidate did it - clearly this was not the first time she had had to disentangle the kitten. Taking the small creature careful, Tyne turned it this way and that to look at the creature's colours. Tiny claws dug in but it was so similar to baby firelizard claws that Tyne ignored it. "I love her colours," she said, smoothing the top of the kitten's head and rubbing under her chin. "Wherever did you get her?"

On Sat, Apr 11, 2020 at 3:07 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
With swift, deft fingers, Yiyu retrieved the kitten and gently gave her over to the ex-goldrider's care. She watched curiously as Tyne studed the squirming bundle and then delicately stroked a forefinger down her spine.

"She enjoy's having her ear's and head scratched," the girl supplied helpfully as she too sat and ate a little from the basket.
On Apr 11, 2020, at 6:02 AM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

Tyne folded herself up, long limbs folding easily into a cross legged seating position. Plucking a few bits of fruit from the basket, she ate them thoughtfully as she listened. "I'm glad you're making friends. There's so many different people here that you always find someone who helps you fit." A small smile at the girl's invitation to pet the small feline. "May I? She's so tiny. I forget that felines can be so small."

On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 11:48 AM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"I'm....learning....adjusting," she decided, leaning down and nudging the basket towards Tyne in a clear 'help yourself' gesture. Reaching up, she retrieved Sifha from her perch and cupped her in her hands, fingers stroking delicately.

"I'm learning so much, making new friends, changing in ways I never thought possible." She smiled encouragingly at Tyne before asking, "Did you want to pet her?"

On Apr 9, 2020, at 3:59 AM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

It was a curious sight, that was for sure, a tiny kitten sitting in the girl's hair. But no different to a baby flit that liked to do the same. Tyne considered Yiyu's words for a minute, evidently contemplating it with far more seriousness than the situation deserved. "May I have some fruit? If that's okay?" It was funny how she always had to just... check these days. Once, if she was feeling really uppity, she probably would have walked over and taken the whole basket and poor Yiyu would have had nothing but a "thank-you" tossed over her shoulder for the trouble. But of course, that was then.

She approached the girl, eyes ever watching the small feline out of abject curiosity. "Are you settling in? You started at a good time if there's a clutch on the sands."

On Wed, Apr 8, 2020 at 11:38 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"Oh, no, I make sure she stays out of the barracks," Yiyu swiftly reassured. "She's only a couple of days in my company and she likes my hair. A lot."

The Candidate shifted her gaze to the small basket of fruit and cheese she'd come by. "Would you like something to eat?"
On Apr 8, 2020, at 5:30 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

"You have a kitten in your hair."

The statement came out far more matter of fact that Tyne had intended. Her brain had stuttered with surprise and her eyes widened. That hadn't been something she had expected to see. "You didn't have it last time. Is it new?" She watched the creature curiously. And part of her wondered why she had never gotten a feline - she could see how their aloof personalities would have appealed to her. But then of course, she mentally answered her own question. Because there had been Bobbin. And she hadn't needed or wanted any other small companion for company. "You'd best make sure she behaves, I hear the Candidatemaster doesn't like pets running wild in the Barracks."

On Mon, Apr 6, 2020 at 4:26 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"Yes," the Candidate agreed, returning the smile even as she studied Tyne's gaze. A sof t sound emmitted from the warm bundle tangled in her hair and a black, darkly striped head popped up to study Tyne as well.

"Did you wish to be alone?" Yiyu queried.

On Apr 6, 2020, at 3:55 AM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

Everywhere had felt too small. Too boxed in. Today had been a claustrophobic day. She needed air. And the brood needed oiling. It hadn't taken more than a heartbeat to decide where she was going to go and she had made her way up to her secret spot where the faire was already waiting for her, she could hear them calling as she had approached up the tunnel. 

She had started at first to see Yiyu, but recognition touched her eyes and a smile curled her lips. "You get the best view of the sunset from here." Well, maybe not the best in the whole Weyr, but Tyne was more than a little biased.

On Sun, Apr 5, 2020 at 7:17 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
They were quiet little times, these trips she took up near the rim. She hadn't seen Tyne here, but had always made sure to leave the space clean no matter if she carried a kitten with her or a stack of books. This evening, she was watching the sunset, tiny black kitten lost in her mass of hair, purring softly.

A footstep scraped against stone. She turned, smiled hesitantly. The flock of flits foretold whom she would see soon enough.




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Re: Yes, she's meant to be this size. Yes, we've been asked before. (Dytha/Ambrelli)

Nutmeg
 

Fine.

The huff was petulant as the voice as the green drooped sulkily. But the prospect of the beach had been such fun! Far more interesting that sitting here being measured and listening to Dytha mumble to herself.

You have to promise that we'll go Healer-mine. Promise.

Dytha sighed but it was an affectionate one. "Yes, dearling. I promise we'll go to the beach and we'll see if Journeywoman Ambrelli and Merck would like to come with us too. Happy now?"

Yes! Now you've promised then we'll HAVE to do it. 

Shaking her head, Dytha looked back to Ambrelli. "And they said that to have a dragon was such a wonderful thing." There was no animosity there but she took a moment to glance over the woman more thoroughly. "First day, ey? We can certainly do the tour if you want to get the layout. Luckily it's all very straight forward - someone was sensible when setting it up - so once you've been here a few shifts you'll be amazed at just how easily you're finding your way around.

Ponth had returned her attention to Ambrelli, whuffling at Merk and snorting blasts of spicy breath over him. 

Little-brown can come and play with me! I can play chase with some of the small ones because I'm not so big I can squash them! Well... I suppose I could still squash them... But I try not to!

On Sat, Apr 11, 2020 at 3:29 PM TrueTricia <tricia.nicewicz@...> wrote:
Ambrelli watched the two draconics interacting, Merck puffing up his chest and opening his wings under the green's inspecting gaze to make himself look more impressive.  He was such a sucker for his larger cousins.  She often wondered if she should try to get him another flit for company, but here at Arolos at least, there were so many that the rationale no longer made sense.  It had back up North, where there just were fewer of them to start with.  He was so well trained and spent so much time helping Ambrelli, that he was often alone.  But here, well, you could hardly go anywhere without seeing at least one flit.  So he had company at least.  

She smiled broadly at the green's excitement.  She was still getting used to being genuine with humans again after so many Turns of carefully controlling every emotion and statement, but with dragons, well, they always brought her happiness.

She chuckled at both of them.  "Ponth, unfortunately Dytha is right about one thing, in that we both have to work.  Today's my first day here, and I need yours to show me the particulars of our Infirmary here.  But there's nothing to say that while we humans are doing boring things, you and Merck can't have fun together.  He would love that so much.  He gets so bored hanging out with me, and as we're new, neither of us have very many friends yet.  In fact, we would both consider it a great honor if you would be our friend."



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Re: These Little Moments (ATTN: Yiyu/Tyne)

Nutmeg
 

It was intriguing to watch someone else untangle a small furry thing from their hair. Tyne noted how easily the Candidate did it - clearly this was not the first time she had had to disentangle the kitten. Taking the small creature careful, Tyne turned it this way and that to look at the creature's colours. Tiny claws dug in but it was so similar to baby firelizard claws that Tyne ignored it. "I love her colours," she said, smoothing the top of the kitten's head and rubbing under her chin. "Wherever did you get her?"

On Sat, Apr 11, 2020 at 3:07 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
With swift, deft fingers, Yiyu retrieved the kitten and gently gave her over to the ex-goldrider's care. She watched curiously as Tyne studed the squirming bundle and then delicately stroked a forefinger down her spine.

"She enjoy's having her ear's and head scratched," the girl supplied helpfully as she too sat and ate a little from the basket.
On Apr 11, 2020, at 6:02 AM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

Tyne folded herself up, long limbs folding easily into a cross legged seating position. Plucking a few bits of fruit from the basket, she ate them thoughtfully as she listened. "I'm glad you're making friends. There's so many different people here that you always find someone who helps you fit." A small smile at the girl's invitation to pet the small feline. "May I? She's so tiny. I forget that felines can be so small."

On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 11:48 AM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"I'm....learning....adjusting," she decided, leaning down and nudging the basket towards Tyne in a clear 'help yourself' gesture. Reaching up, she retrieved Sifha from her perch and cupped her in her hands, fingers stroking delicately.

"I'm learning so much, making new friends, changing in ways I never thought possible." She smiled encouragingly at Tyne before asking, "Did you want to pet her?"

On Apr 9, 2020, at 3:59 AM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

It was a curious sight, that was for sure, a tiny kitten sitting in the girl's hair. But no different to a baby flit that liked to do the same. Tyne considered Yiyu's words for a minute, evidently contemplating it with far more seriousness than the situation deserved. "May I have some fruit? If that's okay?" It was funny how she always had to just... check these days. Once, if she was feeling really uppity, she probably would have walked over and taken the whole basket and poor Yiyu would have had nothing but a "thank-you" tossed over her shoulder for the trouble. But of course, that was then.

She approached the girl, eyes ever watching the small feline out of abject curiosity. "Are you settling in? You started at a good time if there's a clutch on the sands."

On Wed, Apr 8, 2020 at 11:38 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"Oh, no, I make sure she stays out of the barracks," Yiyu swiftly reassured. "She's only a couple of days in my company and she likes my hair. A lot."

The Candidate shifted her gaze to the small basket of fruit and cheese she'd come by. "Would you like something to eat?"
On Apr 8, 2020, at 5:30 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

"You have a kitten in your hair."

The statement came out far more matter of fact that Tyne had intended. Her brain had stuttered with surprise and her eyes widened. That hadn't been something she had expected to see. "You didn't have it last time. Is it new?" She watched the creature curiously. And part of her wondered why she had never gotten a feline - she could see how their aloof personalities would have appealed to her. But then of course, she mentally answered her own question. Because there had been Bobbin. And she hadn't needed or wanted any other small companion for company. "You'd best make sure she behaves, I hear the Candidatemaster doesn't like pets running wild in the Barracks."

On Mon, Apr 6, 2020 at 4:26 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"Yes," the Candidate agreed, returning the smile even as she studied Tyne's gaze. A sof t sound emmitted from the warm bundle tangled in her hair and a black, darkly striped head popped up to study Tyne as well.

"Did you wish to be alone?" Yiyu queried.

On Apr 6, 2020, at 3:55 AM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

Everywhere had felt too small. Too boxed in. Today had been a claustrophobic day. She needed air. And the brood needed oiling. It hadn't taken more than a heartbeat to decide where she was going to go and she had made her way up to her secret spot where the faire was already waiting for her, she could hear them calling as she had approached up the tunnel. 

She had started at first to see Yiyu, but recognition touched her eyes and a smile curled her lips. "You get the best view of the sunset from here." Well, maybe not the best in the whole Weyr, but Tyne was more than a little biased.

On Sun, Apr 5, 2020 at 7:17 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
They were quiet little times, these trips she took up near the rim. She hadn't seen Tyne here, but had always made sure to leave the space clean no matter if she carried a kitten with her or a stack of books. This evening, she was watching the sunset, tiny black kitten lost in her mass of hair, purring softly.

A footstep scraped against stone. She turned, smiled hesitantly. The flock of flits foretold whom she would see soon enough.




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Re: GOLD WHER RUN: Bolting Gold, Catch the Lightning (Ziya, Any chasers)

Jessica Freise
 

Larenne had made her way out into the bowl in search of Diagir. Even as she walked sedately, her blue ran swiftly after the gold, letting the heavier bronze think he was ahead by simply not pouring on the speed. not yet, anyway.

On Apr 12, 2020, at 12:32 AM, Alexander Nakano <theglitteryone2@...> wrote:

Glaurung roared back, the bronze leaping the stream after her and then having to swerve, sharply, to avoid the thorn thicket, running alongside it until it cleared and he charged back onto the beautiful gold's trail. He was the *mightiest* of Ziya's chasers! 

On Saturday, April 11, 2020, Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:
Ziya heard her chasers and bellowed her outrage at them. How dare they think that they could possibly catch her?! Glaurung got as much of her ire as Larensk did even if she did show an unusual fondness for the bronze previously. And what was this, only TWO chasers?! Oh she was going to have WORDS for the wher population of this Weyr and Hall when this was over. As it was, she would just have to make do. At least one was bronze.

Leaping over a stream, Ziya bolted off again with a howl. She ducked into a thicket full of thorns, crawling swiftly under the brambles to create a barricade against her suitors. A sharp turn after exiting the thicket had her zipping off into another direction entirely, eyes gleaming red in the moonlight.

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Re: Can You Tell Me What You Did Wrong? Attn Kyrel, Aruthiel

Laura Walker
 

Cremsden looked at them both gravely for a long moment.

"The pair of you need to know that if anyone ever comes in here actually threatening or trying to hurt you, I will back you to the hilt and I will do that all the way up to the WeyrHealer if it becomes necessary," he said. "What they do out there is one thing - we are not Guards, we are not Weyrleaders, we do not mete out justice. We are Healers, our job is to stay neutral and heal. You start wandering from that path and you might think you've started off only maltreating people who are bad to the bone but suddenly you're kneedeep in Weyr politics and that is never ever where a Healer belongs."

"If someone makes a complaint about you it comes to me. And that will happen - people who are scared and upset and hurt take offence at odd things. No decent Healer gets through life without a few complaints. Something I judge to be serious goes up to K'ren - and believe me when I go into that office I want any extenuating circumstances I can present to him. Something very very serious - and I hope you never have to experience it - will go to the Hall and they will have to make a call on whether the complaint was a result of doing as you should as a Healer in which case they will do their level best to get you out, or a result of you overstepping your neutrality." He gave each a long steady look. "And if it's that second option.. they may have to leave you to the justice of whatever the local Lord Holder or Weyrleader decides. Out of their hands at that point, so you'd better hope it's a fair man and not someone pissed off because you helped their teenage daughter give birth and failed to tell them or something."

On Sun, Apr 12, 2020 at 8:59 AM Rogue Kakashi <snail.on.speed@...> wrote:
A write up?  Aruithil felt the skin on her back tingle.  Really?  She wasn't sure what she was feeling more, anger towards Z'go for having caused the situation or at herself for letting herself get drawn into... and drawing Kyrel into it as well.

She would thanks the boy later for trying to explain and intervene best as he could but before he could continue Aruithil stepped in, "It was my fault.  Z'go did come in swearing and in visible discomfort, and had it been any other rider I would've tried to help him immediately."  She swallowed, she hadn't looked up in what seemed forever.  "I... I don't like him.  He's mean and he's a bad person.  He hurt you and he kidnapped that boy.  But I should've put my duty first instead of arguing with him.  Kyrel was only following my example."

- Aruithil



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Re: Can You Tell Me What You Did Wrong? Attn Kyrel, Aruthiel

Rogue Kakashi
 

A write up?  Aruithil felt the skin on her back tingle.  Really?  She wasn't sure what she was feeling more, anger towards Z'go for having caused the situation or at herself for letting herself get drawn into... and drawing Kyrel into it as well.

She would thanks the boy later for trying to explain and intervene best as he could but before he could continue Aruithil stepped in, "It was my fault.  Z'go did come in swearing and in visible discomfort, and had it been any other rider I would've tried to help him immediately."  She swallowed, she hadn't looked up in what seemed forever.  "I... I don't like him.  He's mean and he's a bad person.  He hurt you and he kidnapped that boy.  But I should've put my duty first instead of arguing with him.  Kyrel was only following my example."

- Aruithil


Re: Bronze on Bronze (D'cul, I'des)

Ren
 

"Blues are great dragons," D'cul enthused. "They are always easy to get along with and follow orders very well. That and they're very charming."


Re: Slow Down, You Crazy Child (N'met, Ides)

Ren
 

"What's a Callamere?" N'met asked curiously. He knew what a wher was, but Callamere was a new one to him. "That said, they sound very expensive if they cost you your whole salary."


Re: Slow Down, You Crazy Child (N'met, Ides)

Steelsilver
 

I'des grinned. "I got lucky is all." He answered. "I think I'm making friends with her. But in the marks situation... Going to be out for a while. Bought a Callamere wher egg."




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Re: Slow Down, You Crazy Child (N'met, Ides)

Ren
 

"Weyrwoman Kassia shared her wine with you? Especially her Benden? Nice." D'cul whistled in approval. "As a bronzerider, you might easily get enough marks to afford it."


Re: Bronze on Bronze (D'cul, I'des)

Steelsilver
 

"I thought I would Impress blue." I'des responded with a grin at the idea. "Mass revolt, hmm? Sounds like fun."




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Re: Bronze on Bronze (D'cul, I'des)

Ren
 

D'cul chuckled. "When my class did long-distance between training, we went to the Red Butte.... Heh, no one wanted to come back. Seteieth even stood up to our Weyrlingmaster when they physically came to get us. And if he was standing up to them, then the whole class was. As I recall, we were one of only two bronzes in our class and the other guy was kind of a pushover. He'd apparently wanted a green!"


Re: Bronze on Bronze (D'cul, I'des)

Steelsilver
 

I'des shivered reflexively. "Nope. Never going North in the winter. Had to do it once as a Weyrling, for long distance 'between' training. Never again."


On Saturday, April 11, 2020, Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:
"If you ever want to know what it's like in the north, just go between for a while," D'cul stated wryly. "It's a bit darker than the North, but it comes out to the same. Sometimes between even feels warmer than the cold north. Especially in a place like High Reaches in the winter, between is welcome."



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