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Re: Stolen Words (ATTN: Erena/Kashara/Candidates)

Jessica Freise
 

"He is kind of cute," she agreed after supplying his name with a faint grimace. "A little runty, though. but he's mine and means a lot to me."

On Apr 11, 2020, at 5:53 PM, sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:

"OH cute, what's his name?" Kashara wanted a pet, but being a Candidate she didn't want to get attached to something and then have to give it up for who knew how long.


Re: Stolen Words (ATTN: Erena/Kashara/Candidates)

sailyn2
 

"OH cute, what's his name?" Kashara wanted a pet, but being a Candidate she didn't want to get attached to something and then have to give it up for who knew how long.


The Gift (ATTN: Yiyu/Ysolde)

Jessica Freise
 

It was a few evening later when Yiyu saw something that made her mind go to work. She wanted and needed something for Rennitz, some symbol of the gift she'd been given when she met the girl. Spotting another girl across the barracks whom she'd seen displaying small trinkets now and again, she dredge up the courage -- and a smile -- and approached her, clearing her throat softly before she spoke.

"Excuse me."


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

mglady3@...
 

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

 

At that, Kyrel's eagerness to impress the girl in the room withered under the threat of a 'write up'. That didn't sound good. "Was it really that big a deal?" His brows wrinkled, worry written there. Glancing first toward Aru and then away alltogether in thought, Kyrel tried to remember the specifics. 

"Well, he came in and he demanded to see you. Uh, just 'where's Cremsden?' and I think Aru told him you were busy, asked what he wanted." He hesitated a moment before continuing with a deepening frown. "He said he didn't have time for our shit," he gestured between himself and Aru, "and to just get you. Uh, and he said he got..  fecking hurt. Wouldn't elaborate. Aru went to get you, and.. uh, I suggested he could be less of a dick."

He seemed reluctant to continue. 


On Sat, Apr 11, 2020, 1:33 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
Cremsden set down his pen. "Let's be clear on something," he said firmly. "Riders swear. You come in here in the middle of a bad Fall and you're going to hear language that will make their ears burn - and not all of it from riders either, shells, I can let loose a decent volley or two when the occasion suits. When people are scared or in pain they won't think to watch their language, and yes, pushy won't be the least of it, particularly if they have a lifemate injured. I need to know what specifically you thought unacceptable behaviour because it looks like this is going to need to be written up into a report and frankly 'we thought he was rude' right now is not cutting it."

On Sat, Apr 11, 2020 at 7:22 PM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
When Aru paused to allow Kyrel to insert his portion of the story she was unaware of, Kyrel had not been looking forward to relaying /exactly/ what he had told the brownrider. Cremsden's interruption came as a welcome delay, and the boy leaped to what he saw as Aruithil's defense. "He was pushy as all get-out," Kyrel insisted. "Demanding service. Swearing. I don't know, he burst in like he owned the place and wouldn't deal with anyone but you." That he hadn't truly answered the journeyman's question didn't seem to phase him.

On Sat, Apr 11, 2020 at 1:34 AM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
"I need specifics, walk it back," Cremsden stopped her. "He was rude. What precisely did he say?"

On Sat, Apr 11, 2020 at 10:30 AM Rogue Kakashi <snail.on.speed@...> wrote:
"It's from the fellis tree," she told Kyrel and was about to start talking about it when Cremsden interrupted them.  "You're back!"

Furrowing a brow she wondered why he would want to know.  It was Z'go.  Exactly what happened?  Aruithil looked from Kyrel to Cremsden, then back to Kyrel.  He was new, therefore it fell to her to explain what had happened.  "Well," she began.  "Z'go arrived.  He came in demanding to see you.  I told him that you were busy but he insisted and was rude about it."  She realized that there were details she was willing to leave out, but something in her... didn't let her.  "I... I told him that he was being rude and to ask nicely.  He did so and I went to get you. I left Kyrel to find him a cot."

She wanted to ask what was wrong with Z'go but she knew better; especially if the brownrider had asked specifically for privacy.  Aruithil looked over to Kyrel, so he could finish his part of the story.

- Aruithil



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Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
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Re: A Moment Between Friends (ATTN: Yiyu/Rennitz)

Jessica Freise
 

Yiyu nodded solemnly, though her own face was softly radiant, her lips curved in the small, but real, smile she was beginning to learn could be realized around here. Her dark eyes warm, she simply continued holding Rennitz's hand. Here,a nd now, that was all that was needed.

OOC: Damn it, end this here?

On Apr 11, 2020, at 5:25 PM, Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:

Rennitz couldn't have stopped the massive smile she gave the other girl even if she wanted to. She returned Yiyu's gesture with a happy sigh. "That makes me so happy, Yiyu. You're worth so much more than you originally gave yourself credit for and I'm delighted to see you realizing that. You're gonna make a great Dragonrider, a blessing to Wing and Weyr. I can't wait to meet your dragon. Just remember, and this is something I've had to learn, too- If you don't Impress, that doesn't mean you're not worthy of riding. It just means your lifemate wasn't on the sands that round. There's always another clutch."


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

mglady3@...
 

"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: A Moment Between Friends (ATTN: Yiyu/Rennitz)

Ren
 

Rennitz couldn't have stopped the massive smile she gave the other girl even if she wanted to. She returned Yiyu's gesture with a happy sigh. "That makes me so happy, Yiyu. You're worth so much more than you originally gave yourself credit for and I'm delighted to see you realizing that. You're gonna make a great Dragonrider, a blessing to Wing and Weyr. I can't wait to meet your dragon. Just remember, and this is something I've had to learn, too- If you don't Impress, that doesn't mean you're not worthy of riding. It just means your lifemate wasn't on the sands that round. There's always another clutch."


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

Ren
 

"At Fort, they expect you to," N'met replied solemnly. "Any bronzerider who doesn't assrt his position is treated as weak. And trust me, you don't want that. They can't take your dragon and they can't kick you out, but you'll wish they would."


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

Steelsilver
 

I'des winced. "That sounds... unpleasant." he offered finally, quietly. "I might have Impressed bronze, but I'd never treat another rider poorly on purpose." 


On Sat, Apr 11, 2020 at 1:58 PM Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:
"Absolutely," N'met stated somberly. "Greenriders and blueriders were scum, females of either were viewed as absolute abominations, and candidates were less than drudges. Any brownriders who flew a gold were severely disciplined unless they somehow became Weyrleader, but Faranth help them the next time a bronzerider took over. *Between* was a paradise compared to there."


Re: Stolen Words (ATTN: Erena/Kashara/Candidates)

Jessica Freise
 

"Tell you- Wel,l," she rooted around for something, anything, that might be of interst. "I have a pet feline."

On Apr 11, 2020, at 5:03 PM, sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:

"That's okay, I'm not that upset." Kashara took a bite of toast. "Tell me something else about yourself, Erena."


Re: With Her Tail Tucked Between Her Legs Atten: Palysso/Sarati

sailyn2
 

Well, word traveled fast. She'd been too hopeful that somehow he wouldn't know unless she told him. Which she was going to, honest.

"Ah, Paly?" she said, swallowing hard.

OOC: Ooops, thanks for the poke.


Re: Bathing Under a Golden Sun atten and/Foreth

sailyn2
 

"That's good advice," Kassia said. "You're lucky. At other Weyrs you'd just be doing chores all the time. But what are you hoping to Impress? I mean, besides a dragon."


Re: A Humble Gift Given Freely (Sonnellion, Delysia/Razelth)

Ren
 

"Ah, here!" Sonnellion unwrapped the cloth around the metal egg sculpture and held it up for Razelth to see. "It's not much, but I made it as a personal project in Smithing lessons. I'm surprised I found enough metal for it, but I did it. I hope it's okay." Truth be told, Sonnellion was actually very proud of the egg and thought it to be his greatest work ever. "I love my craft and hope to use it when I'm a dragonrider one day. Maybe make my own dagger and harness buckles."


Re: Stolen Words (ATTN: Erena/Kashara/Candidates)

sailyn2
 

"That's okay, I'm not that upset." Kashara took a bite of toast. "Tell me something else about yourself, Erena."


Re: And Aaaawayyy She Goes! (atten: any)

Ren
 

Scarleoth carefully tracked Mareeth's movements, letting his wings gently guide him to try to save his strength until that last moment. A brown and two bronzes? This was going to be difficult to win. Thankfully, this blue was a fast little thing. All he had to do was to outlast the others and Mareeth would be in his claws and his sway. {{You've but met me once, Mareeth. If you knew me better, you'd know that I have a nice stash of trinkets stored away that you may like. Though such a delightful green such as yourself probably has no need for such things.}}

Seteieth always had prided himself on his speed and agility. The large wings his parents had gifted him with allowed him to catch the winds and currents that other dragons might miss. Add onto that his renowned agility and this flight was in the bag. He kept a laser-focused attention on Mareeth's actions and kept himself at the ready to make a swift adjustment to his own flight path. He heard how smug Scarleoth was and grunted. {{Ignore the petulent children wishing to give you toys. You don't need a child, you need an adult. I am that adult.}}


Re: A Humble Gift Given Freely (Sonnellion, Delysia/Razelth)

mglady3@...
 

{{Yes, it is a very nice egg, isn't it?}} Razelth replied, gazing fondly down at the indicated egg. {{It's one of my favorites as well.}} Of course, so was every single other egg, at one time or another. Very carefully, she brush away some errant sand with the edge of a wing and settle the egg more securely in its sandy perch.

The mention of a present brought her attention back to Sonnellion. {{A gift? How sweet! What is it?}}


On Wed, Apr 8, 2020 at 8:24 PM Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:
The young man smiled up at the queen with happiness clear in his soft eyes. "I do hope that it's one of yours, Razelth. I've seen many clutches throughout my life, but none have looked as pretty as this one. That egg in particular," he pointed at the one he was favoring, "is my favorite. I... actually used it as inspiration to make your rider a gift. You, too, since it's your egg. Would you like to see it?"


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

TrueTricia
 

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.


Re: A Moment Between Friends (ATTN: Yiyu/Rennitz)

Jessica Freise
 

Something rose up and tightened her throat. No one had ever offered her the hand of friendship, or love, really. Clearing her throat quietly, she spoke in her gentle way:

"I remember. Do you remember how I felt? That I wasn't worthy? I don't think that anymore. And it's because of you."

Impulsively, she reached over and took Rennitz's hand, squeezing it in her delicate fingers. 

On Apr 11, 2020, at 4:42 PM, Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:

Rennitz was quiet for a moment, thinking on her new friend and what they meant for each other. "Yiyu... do you remember when we met, what I said? There's not a Queen egg this clutch so I'm not anticipating Impressing. But I'm still going to Stand in case the dragon meant for me isn't a queen and is there. I won't make a dragon go between just because it's not a queen. Whether or not I Impress, and whether or not you Impress, I'll still be here for you."


Re: A Moment Between Friends (ATTN: Yiyu/Rennitz)

Ren
 

Rennitz was quiet for a moment, thinking on her new friend and what they meant for each other. "Yiyu... do you remember when we met, what I said? There's not a Queen egg this clutch so I'm not anticipating Impressing. But I'm still going to Stand in case the dragon meant for me isn't a queen and is there. I won't make a dragon go between just because it's not a queen. Whether or not I Impress, and whether or not you Impress, I'll still be here for you."