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Re: Through Glom Of Nit Attn Idri Cremsden

Laura Walker
 

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.


--

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

Laura Walker
 

"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."

--

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

Laura Walker
 

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



--

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

mglady3@...
 

OOC: Bump :)


On Tue, Apr 7, 2020 at 8:50 PM mglady3 via groups.io <mglady3=gmail.com@groups.io> wrote:
Sarati would find Palysso in his office, brooding over a pile of letter, some of whom were showing unmistakable signs of having been angrily crumpled and smoothed out again. If that wasn't enough of an ominous sign, there was no smile for Sarati as she walked in, only subtle shadows beneath Palysso's eyes and a certain tightness around his mouth.

On Tue, Apr 7, 2020 at 6:26 PM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:
After her morning waking to Shalia and then having to listen to her mother's ranting at her, Sarati showered and changed into proper Holders clothes in her weyr before finally mounting Kabelth. The green still wasn't talking to her, and with her head hurting she was okay with that. After a short trip ~between~ they popped out at the Hold and Sarati went looking for her husband and the conversation that was likely to leave her head pounding even more.


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

Jenna Cunningham
 

After stepping into the flight room, pitching her dragon's harness aside, Sahari had half a moment to wonder to herself which one was the greenrider before - nope, definitely the one taking off his shirt. Her smile curved into a cocky smirk at the caress, and she started unbuttoning her own jerkin. The flightlust hadn't stolen all her reason away yet - but she knew from experience that some stains, once set, never quite came out of leather.

Oachayth banked, spiralling in a cockscrew as the green turned, and wheeled after the mocking Mareeth. He wasn't trying to pull ahead of the other challengers - yet - but conserved energy and bided his time, keeping a little above the others, ready to plummet like a hawk at the first mistake. He would catch her before she knew she wanted to be caught.


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

Ren
 

"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: Bathing Under a Golden Sun atten and/Foreth

Jerzy Tobin
 

"Glad you're settling in. And the help is much appreciated." Kassia ignored Foreth's grumble. "So what craft are you taking?"
"Um, nothing, yet. I don't really know what I want to go into, so
they told me I could try out a bunch of them first, to see what called
to me."

She was hoping that she'd Impress, first, but there was no guarantee of that.


--
"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


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

Laura Walker
 

Cremsden had the vague memory niggling at his brain that he had promised at some point to go and talk to Larsin for Tyne and he had meant to! And then Arden had arrived and he had spent the next few sevendays somewhere  between working and endless baby holding, and sometimes holding a baby while working because life was like that. It was exhausting, but mostly still good exhausting so that was okay. 

But a promise was a promise so off he headed when he did remember to the DragonHealer side of the Infirmary. Round a corner and no. No, that wasn't right.

He stopped a moment, staring and checking reality. It wouldn't be the first time, particularly when tired, that his brain had decided to play tricks and insert memories into reality. But no, he was still at Arolos, this was still home, this was his Infirmary, everyone was safe.

But if this was reality no-one was safe.

"Dytha," he said after a long long moment, eyes glued to the Healer the apprentice - his apprentice, his to protect - had been talking to. "Come here a moment, could you?" He looked, though he was unaware of it, as though suddenly taken ill, colour drained from his face. On his shoulder Bitey muttered to himself and shifted uneasily, recognising the signs that his human was having a fear-reaction and preparing to need to snap him out of it.

--

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

Jessica Freise
 

"There are other talents," Erena commented, as close to a complement as she dared come, still feeling her way through this rocky new thing that might or might not become something more than time spent with an acquaintance.

On Apr 11, 2020, at 3:26 PM, sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:

Kashara snorted. "Even if you didn't, I wouldn't tell." She popped a piece of sausage in her mouth. "Sounds like fun stuff. Wish I could write. Or draw. But I didn't get the talent of my mom or sister."


Re: Bathing Under a Golden Sun atten and/Foreth

sailyn2
 

"Glad you're settling in. And the help is much appreciated." Kassia ignored Foreth's grumble. "So what craft are you taking?"


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

sailyn2
 

Kashara snorted. "Even if you didn't, I wouldn't tell." She popped a piece of sausage in her mouth. "Sounds like fun stuff. Wish I could write. Or draw. But I didn't get the talent of my mom or sister."


Re: Bathing Under a Golden Sun atten and/Foreth

Jerzy Tobin
 

"It can be quite a shock to move from Hold to Weyr," Kassia said. She kept half an eye on the girl as she climbed onto Foreth's back to make sure she was washing the gold well. "What do you think so far?"
Shock was an understatement. Maybe if she had been from a bigger
Holding, it wouldn't be so bad. But then again, maybe not. Didn't
everyone always say that the Weyrs were so much different from Holds?

"I think...that I like it, so far. I definitely like getting the
Harper lessons. But I think getting used to all of the people, the
size of the Weyr, the dragons, that's gonna be awhile yet. But I am
beyond grateful for the chance to help wash Miss Foreth. Thank you
for allowing 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


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

Jessica Freise
 

"You're welcome," she said softly, aware that this young woman was that rarest, truest of things: a friend.

On Apr 11, 2020, at 3:14 PM, Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:

Rennitz couldn't help but smile fondly and not a little  bit tenderly at Yiyu. This girl had such faith in her, and from what? One chance meeting in the Weyrbowl? Had Rennitz really made such an impact in Yiyu?

Thank you, Yiyu. That means a lot to me."


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

Jessica Freise
 

"The dragons," she admitted. And most recently, Weyrwoman Kassia. I got permission," she added swiftly.

On Apr 11, 2020, at 3:09 PM, sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:

"That's cool," Kashara told her, sounding sincere. "What's your favorite thing to write about?"


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

Ren
 

Rennitz couldn't help but smile fondly and not a little  bit tenderly at Yiyu. This girl had such faith in her, and from what? One chance meeting in the Weyrbowl? Had Rennitz really made such an impact in Yiyu?

Thank you, Yiyu. That means a lot to me."


Re: Bathing Under a Golden Sun atten and/Foreth

sailyn2
 

"It can be quite a shock to move from Hold to Weyr," Kassia said. She kept half an eye on the girl as she climbed onto Foreth's back to make sure she was washing the gold well. "What do you think so far?"


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

sailyn2
 

"That's cool," Kashara told her, sounding sincere. "What's your favorite thing to write about?"


Re: Bathing Under a Golden Sun atten and/Foreth

Jerzy Tobin
 

"Just bathe between her legs," Kassia said. "And tell me about yourself."
Well, she could do that. It wasn't as if she was a stranger to
scrubbing. She had just never scrubbed a dragon before.

Tell the Weyrwoman about *herself*? What was there really to tell?

"I'm Phyllia, Ma'am. I just arrived a few days ago, from a small
cothold in the Arolos Hold area. I've been working hard to get my
feet under me," she said, shyly.


--
"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


And Aaaawayyy She Goes! (atten: any)

Steelsilver
 

"Hello handsome." R'lian purred to F'liau, already with the flightlust enough that the greenrider's tugging at his own shirt, pressing close for just a moment before twisting out of reach again. The next arrivals receive equal interest, stroking T'rif's arm, caressing Sahari's face, leaning against V'let a moment. 

Mareeth looked back, bugling another challenge as she beheld her chasers, the green dragon swelling with pride. Five! Five chasers, and two of them *bronze*! 

((You may chase, but I see nothing of what you are yet!))

She twisted midair, stopped going straight up, and instead shot off in a southwesterly direction. 




--
Sent from my phone!


Re: Old Enough to Know Better ((Attn: S'ryll / Kyrel))

 

It didn't really matter what S'ryll said - washing a dragon was far from a punishment as far as he was concerned. And a bronze at that! Kyrel couldn't believe his lucky stars. His grin only broadened to be addressed as a member of the Weyr, still novel and prestigious in his mind. Harper lessons could suck Thread, ditching had been so worth it! "Sure, sure, lots of work. I hear you," he confirmed, but the excitement oozing from his words left little doubt that he didn't truly /know/. 

There was no hesitation to follow when the bronzerider made his way toward the water. "The Best Bronze?" Kyrel suspected there was a story behind that with a quirk of his brow. "Do they really all think they're the best one? What happens when you get a group of them together?" Oh yes, he'd been reading about the colors and their traits, fascinated since his first interaction with the green Searchdragon who had saved his life.

He hastened to match pace, looking around for a safe place to leave his study materials once they had located buckets. In the end, he pulled his shirt up and over his head, dropping it unceremoniously in a pile on the sand. The muscles hinted at while hidden beneath his clothes were more impressive in-the-flesh, but a healthy layer of fat kept them from being extremely defined; bulky in nearly every sense. Kyrel deposited his book and rope more carefully atop the wrinkled mess of his shirt, protected from the beach. 

Looking up then to see the gargantuan shape begin of Vastolth arise from the lake, he suddenly knew why this bronze might style himself as the greatest. "Woah," was all Kyrel managed at first in open-mouthed awe. "He's huge!" This was his first up-close-and-personal encounter with a dragon of Vastolth's size and status, and it was written all over his face. He took a single step forward before thinking better of it, freezing on the spot before the creature so many times larger than himself. They had never directly harmed people, the books had always said so, but Kyrel had a wise wariness regarding approaching someone else's dragon without first asking permission. 

"Uh-- it's a pleasure to meet you, great Vastolth..?" He hazarded, voice lilting upward in a way that said he wasn't certain he was doing this right. 


On Thu, Apr 9, 2020, 3:39 PM TrueTricia <tricia.nicewicz@...> wrote:
S'ryll was trying so hard to hold back.  The look of extreme cringing on the boy's face was making it so hard though!  He kept his face from giving it all away, putting on his dragonpoker face until the gig was up.  The scruffy bronzerider let it sink in for a moment, then chuckling.  "Yes, really.  He's huge, so it's more work than fun," he said trying to play it off as a chore again.  

He shook the boy's hand, his own grip firm, and nodded.  "Well Kyrel of Arolos Weyr," he switched from Hold to Weyr.  "You make call me S'ryll.  And my bronze is Vastolth.  He'd love it if you called him the Best Bronze, but I leave up to you if you want to feed his ego or not."  He motioned for the kid to follow him down to the water.  He looked for a bucket of supplies that were supposedly out here already.  "Ah, there they are," he said as he made his way over, assuming Kyrel would follow.

((Come on over here.))

{{He said yes!  I told you.  You should listen to me more often.}}

((Yes, I instituted your plan exactly.  You're right.)) S'ryll didn't bother to argue.  

A bronze form swam towards them in the water.  S'ryll had not lied about Vastolth being a brute.  His bulky muscles sculpting his form made him appear even larger. Across him, however, a bronze coloration stretches verging on paleness so much he stands in brilliant contrast among the weyrwalls, more odd is the fallow bronze markings scribbled over his wings. They crisscross written like distorted letters piled one on top of another to the point no one could read them.  Whirling eyes came over to greet them, the lower jaw set slightly forward to complete a haughty look. 

"K'yrel, this is Vastolth."