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Re: So why exactly DO you want to know? (Idri/S'ryll)

Nutmeg
 

The handkerchief was taken gratefully, dabbing quickly at her eyes whilst she composed her thoughts. Putting it all out there, all at once - she hadn't realised just how much it had affected her too. She took a moment, sipping a few times at her tea and murmuring thanks. It was good tea. Perhaps, if she remembered, she would ask him where it had come from.

She nodded when he talked about seeing Tyne, showing that not only was she listening but that she was following what he was saying. "So, that's something that happens. But -" she quickly added " - Not as often. Hours are becoming days, days weeks and so on. It's something that we're aiming to move away from on a more permanent basis. Less being caught in the past and swept up in it. More, able to recognise it, acknowledge it as a memory and a harmless one at that, and move away again. That is part of the long term goal." More tea. More pauses. More listening, her eyes widening a little at the revelation she had commanded his bronze. But then, had Tyne even realised what she'd done? "Think of her saying "broken" as a form of code word. It's her way of vocally acknowledging her difference without given it a specific name. You probably won't ever hear her call herself "dragonless" out loud. But "broken"? Broken can potentially be fixed. It doesn't have to be permanent. Tyne's biggest struggle at the moment is realising where her new place is now that she is spending more time in herself. Days aren't a blur now, she's spending more time lucid and coherent. And now she's frustrated and adrift. She's not stupid, she knows that her world doesn't contain dreams of running Weyrs anymore. She might have moments where she seems more like a bouncy teenager than a reserved adult, but she knows. And she is incredibly perceptive."

Making herself more comfortable, Idri smoothed her tunic down, tucking some of her errant frizzy hair out of her eyes. "Outings like that are a good idea. Providing you aren't planning to take her Between. Tyne cannot go Between consciously. Just as she cannot tolerate being in a Weyr during a Goldflight, Between is absolutely off the cards. She has to be sedated heavily. Tyne is becoming independant enough that she is starting to be able to take responsibility for her contingency plans. Her flits help too - most times they help keep her grounded. But she also has an emergency dose of fellis should it be absolutely necessary to rapidly sedate her for her own safety. But that, before you start to panic, is the absolute worst case scenario and one we have not had to consider for a good long while. My advice? Keep it fun. Innocent. Have no expectations and don't try to re-enact memories. What you end up establishing with Tyne is likely to be very different to what you had with her but value it. Don't be disappointed if she doesn't do or say something you might have otherwise expected her to do when you knew her. If you think it's starting to take a turn for the worst, Bobbin or Cairn are your best bets. Or Chief. They are surprisingly aware of the drill and it's usually me they come and find. It's entirely possible that at some point Tyne may experience a disassociative state with you. It will be intense. It will be scary. But it does pass. The important thing is to stay calm, let it pass and when Tyne starts to come back to herself, ask what she wants. Don't necessarily hold her or touch her. But ask what you can do that will help. She might ask you to just sit with her, she might ask you where she is. Tell her. Get her to tell you who she is, where she is, how old she is or identify her faire. It will help ground her."

On Sat, Apr 11, 2020 at 7:33 PM TrueTricia <tricia.nicewicz@...> wrote:
S'ryll listened as she spoke.  "That is a good analogy, of a book with blank pages still yet to be filled in."  Without thinking, he looked over to some of his prized possessions, a few books sitting on a shelf.  After Impressing, he'd worked extra hard to be able to read at a level above what anyone would ever expect of him.  As a stableboy and jockey, his vocabulary had been limited to that which was useful for the field.  As a Candidate, it really had been the same.  As a rider though, he wanted to learn so much more.  He could think of Tyne as a book.  Maybe that would help him as he dealt with her, interacted with her.  Healer Idri was leaving him much to consider.

She'd continued after he'd refilled her tea.  And he listened to what she didn't say but was there in her words nonetheless.  Idri considered Tyne more than just a charge, rather a friend as well, and her presence here showed her protectiveness of the other.  As she teared up, S'ryll moved off for a moment, coming back with a handkerchief, which he handed to Idri with a small smile.  

"When I saw her on the Rim, it was as if there were two versions of her there.  I kept seeing the ghost of the woman I knew set over the image of the woman before me.  The edges didn't match and it was like an echo coming back to you.  It was...disconcerting for me as well."  He didn't need to burden the Healer with his own guilt.  "So much of who she was is still there.  She commanded my dragon, I don't know if she told you that.  Little whispers of her still there.  It hurt to see how broken she thinks she is, of how much less she thinks she is."  He shook his head.  

"To your point though, I promised, well convinced her might be more like the truth, that I wanted to go on an adventure every sevenday with her, for her to show me around.  It strikes me as good that you're here to advise me on how best to proceed with that, so I can build new memories with her in a way that will be healthy for her."  He disregarded that it would be healthy for him too.  



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Re: Wher To Begin? (atten: Kassia)

Steelsilver
 

END


On Saturday, April 11, 2020, sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:
"See you then!" Kassia waved.

OOC: END?



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

Jessica Freise
 

"I...enjoy...writing," Erena said slowly, carefully. "Sometimes about real life, sometimes I fantasize." Unaccountably, she felt herself blushing.

On Apr 11, 2020, at 1:40 PM, sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:

"It's okay, no big deal." Kashara shrugged. "Glad you found your papers. What were they anyway? Didn't sound like homework."


Re: Wher To Begin? (atten: Kassia)

sailyn2
 

"See you then!" Kassia waved.

OOC: END?


Re: Of Kittens...and Kittens atten: Kassia/R'bor

sailyn2
 

Foreth reluctantly moved over enough to give the bronze enough room to land.


Kassia came to the entrance of the ledge to her office and gestured. "Come on in. Have a seat."


Re: Bathing Under a Golden Sun atten and/Foreth

sailyn2
 

"Just bathe between her legs," Kassia said. "And tell me about yourself."


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

sailyn2
 

"It's okay, no big deal." Kashara shrugged. "Glad you found your papers. What were they anyway? Didn't sound like homework."


Re: So why exactly DO you want to know? (Idri/S'ryll)

TrueTricia
 

S'ryll listened as she spoke.  "That is a good analogy, of a book with blank pages still yet to be filled in."  Without thinking, he looked over to some of his prized possessions, a few books sitting on a shelf.  After Impressing, he'd worked extra hard to be able to read at a level above what anyone would ever expect of him.  As a stableboy and jockey, his vocabulary had been limited to that which was useful for the field.  As a Candidate, it really had been the same.  As a rider though, he wanted to learn so much more.  He could think of Tyne as a book.  Maybe that would help him as he dealt with her, interacted with her.  Healer Idri was leaving him much to consider.

She'd continued after he'd refilled her tea.  And he listened to what she didn't say but was there in her words nonetheless.  Idri considered Tyne more than just a charge, rather a friend as well, and her presence here showed her protectiveness of the other.  As she teared up, S'ryll moved off for a moment, coming back with a handkerchief, which he handed to Idri with a small smile.  

"When I saw her on the Rim, it was as if there were two versions of her there.  I kept seeing the ghost of the woman I knew set over the image of the woman before me.  The edges didn't match and it was like an echo coming back to you.  It was...disconcerting for me as well."  He didn't need to burden the Healer with his own guilt.  "So much of who she was is still there.  She commanded my dragon, I don't know if she told you that.  Little whispers of her still there.  It hurt to see how broken she thinks she is, of how much less she thinks she is."  He shook his head.  

"To your point though, I promised, well convinced her might be more like the truth, that I wanted to go on an adventure every sevenday with her, for her to show me around.  It strikes me as good that you're here to advise me on how best to proceed with that, so I can build new memories with her in a way that will be healthy for her."  He disregarded that it would be healthy for him too.  


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

 

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

TrueTricia
 

"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."  


Re: Wher To Begin? (atten: Kassia)

Steelsilver
 

"I'll see you soon." I'des responded, mounting Sunstreath, and then the bronze and his rider were off.


On Saturday, April 11, 2020, sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:
"Sure, meet you there." Kass nodded as she moved to Foreth. "I'm just going to get some stuff to wash Foreth afterwards."



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

Steelsilver
 

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

Nutmeg
 

Tyne had waited patiently. All the while going over her thoughts. If this person said no, that was fine. Surely there would be someone else. It was a silent mantra of reassurance that if today didn't go as planned, well it wasn't the end of the world.

When Ambrelli turned up, her first instinct was to react to the firelizard. She could feel the brown prickling her thoughts. A new identity. One that was catalogued and tucked away. "Good day, Journeywoman. I'm sorry if I bothered you." The voice she heard in her ears held a familiar cool but polite note. She'd forgotten she still knew how to do formal. She felt her back straightening slightly and her posture shifting. For once, she didn't shy away from it. This was okay. She could be confident. She was allowed to be. And she needed to be confident at the moment. It didn't mean she was pulling at a shadowy mantle, she was... being an adult. One that knew how to speak.

"I don't know if it was mentioned to you but your name was given to me by Master Larsin as someone who might be interested in assisting in a project I am looking to establish involving the firelizards."

On Sat, Apr 11, 2020 at 3:44 PM TrueTricia <tricia.nicewicz@...> wrote:

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Ambrelli would have given anything for a distraction.  Her current work, going back over the numbers for the last Turn in order to look for trends in particular issues, was important, especially if she was going to continue working on a report of funding needed for the Infirmary.  But it was mindnumbing at best.  So when an apprentice told her that someone was looking for her, she nearly jumped out of her seat.  Merck, who'd been curled in her lap, flapped at being dislodged, squeaking his distress before chittering at her once he'd recovered.  

She grinned at the little brown, tickling his chin in penance.  "Up," she said, and he did a short flight up to her shoulder, settling on his perch.  Ambrelli straightened her tunic, smoothing it out with her hands.  Today she was dressed in a simple black tunic but one that was fitted quite nicely to her form and obviously tailored.  Ambrelli tended to do the minor alterations herself, after all, her basic stitching was more than adequate with her healing skills, but anything too fancy and she went to the tailors.  Her lightweight breeches were also simple for the work day, and easy to clean if ichor got on them.  Shards, she could't wait for a good reason to get dressed up, such as a Hatching Feast.  Or a Gather.  Or... well anything.  Merck was settled on a leather gauntlet she wore on her shoulder that strapped across her body, her knots also affixed to the front.  

And so the woman and creamy brown flit showed up to the front desk to find a woman not that much younger than herself.  "Good day.  I am JM Ambrelli.  How may I help you?" she asked in a professional tone.



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Re: So why exactly DO you want to know? (Idri/S'ryll)

Nutmeg
 

"I'm not asking you to forget. That would be cruel." She was becoming more and more convinced that there was far more to this "friendship" that had met the eye. But that was none of her business. Whatever relationships Tyne had had, were her own. "But what I am saying, is not to go chasing ghosts. Think of Tyne as she is now as a clean page in an already very detailed book. You might flick back a few pages here and there to re-read something, but you're not going to spend your whole time reading the same chapters over and over again. You want to keep reading to see how the rest of the story goes."

And she wasn't just saying this for Tyne's benefit. It was also for S'ryll's. She didn't want the man to spend his days looking for parts of Tyne which didn't exist anymore only to feel all the more loss when it was apparent that they weren't going to come back. She didn't speak further until he came back with the tea. She wanted to give him time to process all of this and she was fairly certain that he would need more time after she was gone. "The best way I have found to work with this? Because like you, I did know Tyne. I knew who she was. I saw her in the Weyr. I wasn't her friend then, not even a known colleague but she was a familiar presence. I have tucked that away as a memory of information that I refer to when I think it could be helpful. But I take every day like it comes and honestly? I look forward to seeing this new Tyne every day. I don't question who she is now and I cannot tell you the absolute joy it has been to see her start to find herself in a way I don't think anyone thought was possible." It was quite apparent that Idri was beginning to get rather emotional  now, swiftly brushing at her eyes as a sudden lump filled her throat. "But for your own sanity as well as Tyne's, you cannot dwell on what could have or what should have been. We are on a whole new chapter now. See this as a chance to make new memories. Not ones tainted by the past." There was an audible crack in her voice and it was apparent that Idri was trying to keep features in check that didn't know how to arrange themselves.

On Sat, Apr 11, 2020 at 6:08 PM TrueTricia <tricia.nicewicz@...> wrote:
S'ryll noticed the woman looking at her cup, and he rose to put the kettle on again.  He took his time, thinking over what all she was saying.  How did one separate the past from the present as neatly as Idri seemed to demand of him?  How could he not look at Tyne and think of all that they had shared.  True, neither of them were the same, and he wanted her to be as much a friend to who he was now as who he had been.  But that was different than moving forward as if that past had never existed.  His entire present was based on who he had been, from being born to unimportant and unconcerned parents, to impressing bronze, to what had driven him and Tyne to want to rule at Fort, to his w2 knots, to, painfully, his transfer here to Arolos.  He could never pretend like all those things hadn't happened.  How was that the answer towards anything?  He was no mindhealer, but the concept of what Idri was asking for him was a lot.

"Healer Idri," he said, after the kettle boiled and he'd retrieved her cup to add more tea and water, returning it to her, "I do not want to be a burden or a painful memory to Tyne.  She is was too dear to me for me to ever want that for her.  I've cared for few others in my life the way that I cared for her," he said, careful not to use the term love.  He wasn't sure what they had had was love, or certainly not the kind described in harper's tales, but it had been one of the most meaningful relationships in his life.  "I wish to know her, who she is now, and to build that friendship all over again.  But I know all too well that our past is ever with us, that we cannot escape who and what we were.  I cannot pretend as if the things that passed between us never happened.  And I would be lying to you if I didn't say that I want to regain my place by her side, that friend I lost Turns ago."  His tone implied that there was more than just friendship.  "I don't know how to treat her as if that past weren't between us, as if I didn't know her when she still had Myrandith."

He let out a resigned sigh.  "But I do realize that while I may always consider her a weyrwoman of Pern, that to most everyone else, she's just a woman in the Weyr and nothing more.  And that if I prioritize rank above all else, then I imply to her that she has none."  It wasn't as if he'd considered that before Idri said it out loud, not explicitly, but Arolos was already forcing him to reconsider color ranking.  



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Re: So why exactly DO you want to know? (Idri/S'ryll)

TrueTricia
 

S'ryll noticed the woman looking at her cup, and he rose to put the kettle on again.  He took his time, thinking over what all she was saying.  How did one separate the past from the present as neatly as Idri seemed to demand of him?  How could he not look at Tyne and think of all that they had shared.  True, neither of them were the same, and he wanted her to be as much a friend to who he was now as who he had been.  But that was different than moving forward as if that past had never existed.  His entire present was based on who he had been, from being born to unimportant and unconcerned parents, to impressing bronze, to what had driven him and Tyne to want to rule at Fort, to his w2 knots, to, painfully, his transfer here to Arolos.  He could never pretend like all those things hadn't happened.  How was that the answer towards anything?  He was no mindhealer, but the concept of what Idri was asking for him was a lot.

"Healer Idri," he said, after the kettle boiled and he'd retrieved her cup to add more tea and water, returning it to her, "I do not want to be a burden or a painful memory to Tyne.  She is was too dear to me for me to ever want that for her.  I've cared for few others in my life the way that I cared for her," he said, careful not to use the term love.  He wasn't sure what they had had was love, or certainly not the kind described in harper's tales, but it had been one of the most meaningful relationships in his life.  "I wish to know her, who she is now, and to build that friendship all over again.  But I know all too well that our past is ever with us, that we cannot escape who and what we were.  I cannot pretend as if the things that passed between us never happened.  And I would be lying to you if I didn't say that I want to regain my place by her side, that friend I lost Turns ago."  His tone implied that there was more than just friendship.  "I don't know how to treat her as if that past weren't between us, as if I didn't know her when she still had Myrandith."

He let out a resigned sigh.  "But I do realize that while I may always consider her a weyrwoman of Pern, that to most everyone else, she's just a woman in the Weyr and nothing more.  And that if I prioritize rank above all else, then I imply to her that she has none."  It wasn't as if he'd considered that before Idri said it out loud, not explicitly, but Arolos was already forcing him to reconsider color ranking.  


Re: Do you think I could be useful? (Tyne/Larsin)

Nutmeg
 

This was going far better than she could have thought possible and she felt a ripple of excitement. Maybe this would all be doable. Maybe, this didn't have to just be an idea. "To  begin with sir, until we know whether it will take root, I'd be happy to clear out one of the smaller storage rooms just above the Infirmary. It would have room to set up a small examination table. It doesn't have to be much. Down the line we can decide if it merits its own specific space." Not that she had already had wistful dreams of a large, open fronted space where the firelizards could fly in and out, comfortable waiting spaces, an examination room, maybe even a large secondary room for controlled training sessions, multiple perches and nooks where they could make themselves comfortable... maybe even perches of available firelizards to deliver messages. No, not at all.


On Sat, Apr 11, 2020 at 3:12 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
"I like that idea," Larsen said. "I've recommended Mendl and Ambrelli, but I'll ask around to see who else is interested. We'll have to set something up temporarily though, until we can find a space for you. Or did you have an idea where you'd like it to be?"

On Sat, Apr 11, 2020 at 4:54 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Nodding was good. Nodding was a cue to continue. "With an approved workshop space, I think there is potential to set up an individual firelizard site where numerous services could be offered for firelizard care, monitoring, registration, marking... even a specific location to find a firelizard to send a message with." With the silent encouragement that she was not about to be chased from his office for wasting his time, Tyne was beginning to relax and as she did, her enthusiastic confidence was taking root. 

"If you think they might be interested in assisting me, I'm happy to reach out to them. I wouldn't expect anything to be arranged for me. I would also completely understand if they said no. Even if we can't find a way to sort out that side of things, I also considered the possibility of being able to arrange some form of say.. consultation. For example - Miscellaneous Candidate arrives with an injured firelizard. Whilst the firelizard is kept calm at the firelizard station with their owner, I would use a designated firelizard to send message to the Infirmary that a Dragonhealer was needed. That firelizard would be identifiable within the Infirmary as having come from myself and would be trained to say, sit quietly at the reception desk rather than randomly in the middle of a ward battering anyone who will listen because it's freaking out." Tyne paused, realising that she had been starting to get a little carried away. But the seed of possibility was well and truly taking root.

"Also, if it's any means of giving you further confidence, I also hope to take a trip to Callamere hold to obtain advice from them as well. As I have also been thinking on a concept of banding firelizards with metal rings as a means of identification and believe they may already use a similar idea."

On Sat, Apr 11, 2020 at 12:24 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Larsin nodded. This could work. It was something he'd been contemplating for a long time. With the amount of firelizards in the Weyr that actually belonged to people, and then firelizards now showing up out of the blue because of someone who could talk to them, it was actually something that he felt the Weyr needed.

"I can give you Mendl. Or Ambrelli. Both of them are good with firelizards," he said. 

On Fri, Apr 10, 2020 at 6:58 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Well, she hadn't been thrown out - yet. That had to be a good sign. Sheepishly, she pulled out another stack of several papers. These were neater, more formal looking. "I... had pondered the possibility of eventually moving the firelizard care out of the main Infirmary altogether at some point. Keeping them out of everyone's hair. And to allow for something like training classes." The papers contained the more formal proposition of looking to establish, at some point in the future, a secondary "clinic" of sorts for the firelizards. An area that would allow for their care, treatment of minor injuries, use as a formal site for messenger services, marking and banding for identifying owners and so forth. "If... if you think you have someone who would be patient enough to teach me, I'd like to learn more about safe first aid on a basic level. So people aren't coming to the main Infirmary for minor abrasions, sprains or even superficial wing tears."

It was clear that there was nothing about this that was impromptu or impulsive. Tyne had put a lot of thought into the way her world was shaped now, and most importantly, what her world consisted of. "I know that what I can do is... different. But I want to use it to help. Because it can be used to help - and not just helping me."

On Fri, Apr 10, 2020 at 2:16 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Larsin was impressed. He cocked his head. "So, would you like to give classes on firelizard training and care? I think something like that could be extremely useful."

On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 7:03 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
They were on the same wavelength. Something akin to stubbornness flickered over her features and the nervous smile was replaced with something more.. resolute. Her jaw thrust out a little and she straightened up in her seat. "I don't want to waste anyone's time and most importantly, I don't want to be the cause of any disruption. I don't expect to suddenly fall into Dragonhealing and out of nowhere call myself an Apprentice. I'm not destined to be a Dragonhealer. That path is for... other people. Different people." Not likely to fall off the edge of their own mind into an abyss "people". "That and... I'm not stupid. Staying in an environment of hurt and even..." She paused, swallowing hard as she made herself say the next words. "... even dying dragons... wouldn't be good for anyone around me. Not just me."

Taking a moment to steady herself, she passed over the pile of notes. It contained lists of noted requirements of everyday and long-term firelizard care. Recipes for different types of oil. Observations about responses to different firelizard behaviours. "I just want to help. I don't want some significant role." She paused, offering a small smile that broke the tension slightly. "And even clipping claws is needed. It's not demeaning. It's just something else that a responsible owner should be aware of. I want to help people understand what their firelizards need. What they are. That they're not just a moving shoulder ornament. That they're complex - not just a basic form of a simple dragon. That they are just as individual."

On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 1:34 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Larsin steepled his fingers and thought. At first, he wanted to tell her to get out of there; Dragonhealing wasn't somewhere that you just threw people into. And, with her history, he didn't want her around gravely ill or injured dragons. Who knew how that would affect her?

Then he remembered she talked to all the firelizards. And that could be helpful, even in dragonhealing. After all, even if a dragon didn't wish to speak to him, they might deign to talk to something of a similar nature. He pursed his lips.

"The fact that you have a gold is good. We get a lot of injured firelizards in here--usually because of the stupidity of their handlers, and not because they, themselves are stupid. Though I have seen a few in my time...

"Anyway, I could probably use your help with triaging firelizards that are brought in," he said, nodding. "And, while it seems demeaning, there are some that really need their nails clipped. And Sam isn't always helpful with the patients who hate their feet being worked on."

On Wed, Apr 8, 2020 at 3:08 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Still twiddling with her blouse, Tyne stepped into the office - looking too much like she was about to turn tail and run. But she didn't, instead taking a minute to settle herself on the comfortable guest chair and compose herself. Well, at least try. Fidgeting for a moment, she remembered the bag that was always over her shoulders and pulled it over her head, fumbling inside to pull out several sheets of paper that looked a little rumpled. It was clear to see that they were covered in notes, doodles and small diagrams. Clearly she had been thinking very hard about something.

"I've been trying to think of something I can do to be useful again. Not just to be... me." It came out in a rush and Tyne visible slowed herself, taking a deep breath. "I feel... completely lost. I don't have any skills I can take to a craft but..." she paused, the moment poignant and heavy. "... But I need to have purpose. I'm just... I'm floating. I don't have a Craft I can return to but even if I did.. I don't know if I would want to." She instinctively went to reach for Bobbin's tail but the gold, for once, wasn't there. Tyne had sent her to join the faire until she was done, not knowing how the Dragonhealer had felt about the presence of the creatures in his office. She had thought it was polite but now she was suddenly aching aware of just how absent the gold was. Of course, she hadn't even needed to ask. Bobbin, ever intertwined with the nuances of Tyne almost immediately appeared, diving onto the empty shoulders with practised ease and hunkering down with a series of soft, soothing croons. Just as immediately, Tyne's fingers had entwined themselves with the gold's tail.

"They said I should consider doing something with the firelizards." She finished, almost uselessly, like she wasn't sure what to say after. She was looking for a lifesaver, that was for sure. "And I want to help them. They're important...." Another pause, this time supported by a sheepish, almost guilty look. "... But I don't know where to start."

On Wed, Apr 8, 2020 at 12:25 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
"Come in, come in," Master Larsin said, getting up and opening the door himself. He'd seen Tyne around, usually with her own, and several other firelizards in tow. Even Sambert was fascinated with a human who could talk to firelizards as easily as they talked between themselves. He'd tried to show Larsin that they were filling a hole, but his pet just didn't understand the concept.

"Have a seat," he said, motioning to one of the guest chairs in his office. "What can I do for you today?"

On Sun, Apr 5, 2020 at 11:26 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
It had sat on Tyne's thoughts since her talk with Cremsden. Maybe she could do something with the firelizards. The problem was, she just didn't know what. Someone had suggested she look at Dragonhealing in general but... she wasn't sure she had the right kind of stomach for that. She wasn't even sure she would manage to be in the Infirmary too much around wounded or worse... dying dragons, the stink of ichor clogging her nostrils day in and day out. No... that might be... dangerous.

But she just felt, well, she felt more than a little lost. Now that her thoughts were beginning to settle more, she was becoming more and more acutely aware that she just didn't really have a place anymore. Myrandith had given her a different sort of purpose. A different sort of place. But now she didn't have that, well, she just didn't know who she was meant to be anymore. Something was taking root though and that was that she didn't just want to be the wild woman running through the Weyr that was talked about with hushed voices about who she HAD been. She wanted more than that now. She needed more than that now.

Shyly, she had spoken to a few different Dragonhealers who were more fascinated with her ability to talk to the firelizards than they were occupied with her being "that dragonless former Goldrider" but they had all said the same. If anyone could give her some advice, it would surely be Master Larsin. And if he was anywhere, it would be in his office. 

Someone had kindly taken her there, making small talk about the gold and bronze firelizards on her shoulders which had helped to set her at ease. They had even knocked on the door for her when they had realised that Tyne was far too nervous to do it herself. "Don't worry," the cheerful woman had said in low turns, "Master Larsin seems scary but he's really not terrible. He's one of the best for a reason and I'm sure he'll at least be able to give you some food for thought."

"Master Larsin? Are you about?" The journeywoman called at the door in a cheery tone. "There's someone here I think you'll like to speak to. A very lovely young lady who can talk to firelizards." Given that the woman was probably in her fifties. it had made Tyne giggle a little to be referred to as lovely, the jovial personality making her relax, although it didn't stop her playing nervously with the hem of her blouse.

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Re: Of Kittens...and Kittens atten: Kassia/R'bor

Rogue Kakashi
 

Vukoth thanked Foreth for the clarification, noticing the impatience in her voice.  In little less than a full candlemark, the large bronze was landing in front of her office.  

R'bor had debated leaving the kitten behind, but he wasn't sure if he could trust it by itself in his weyr.  Not only that, but considering that the Weyrwoman, who had kept a kitten as well, was calling him to her office, he assumed that whatever she wanted to talk about it would have something to do with the recently adopted furballs.  The wretched thing could not stop clawing and biting him though, so the bronzerider had stuff the little one in a sock, so only his head was visible; it could breathe just as well as it could hiss (and bite if you ventured near enough) and had the added bonus that it seemed to make him sleepy.  R'bor carried him cradled in nook of his left arm, pressed slightly against his side.

{{ We've arrived, }} the young bronze informed the queen.  At the same time R'bor knocked at the door, "Weyrwoman?  It's R'bor."

- R'bor and Vukoth


Re: So why exactly DO you want to know? (Idri/S'ryll)

Nutmeg
 

His understanding was impressive. And appreciated. It was hard enough trying put all of this into as simple terms as she could manage. And he did appear like he wanted to understand. Also good. He wasn't being dismissive or brushing it off. Nor, she noted importantly, did he appear to be considering Tyne with fear or rejection. Idri never quite understood the ways these Riders worked when it came to the dragonless. As a medical professional she had treated Tyne like the conundrum she was... but like a human none the less, a human who had needed help. But it was different to different people and not everyone was so willing to understand.

"Going back slightly to your previous question - no you didn't cause a regression per se. But what you have caused is something of a dilemma. Because you as much represent the past as you do the present and Tyne has now found herself with one foot perilously in both. On the one hand she knows you and remembers you. But that is also affected by how she knew you and who she was then. Now you have been presented with someone who is the similar but at the same time, not the same. And that is something that Tyne is acutely aware of - that she isn't who she was back then in the same way. On some degree, yes, because core facets of her personality and so forth are still hers. But now the factor of Myrandith is taken away causing a reshaping of herself. So you have caused some degree of conflict, that is to be sure. Because Tyne has to adapt to who she is now around you and not dwell on who she was." Idri paused, this time looking somewhat stern. "And that also applies to you to some degree. You have memories of Tyne and knew her in certain ways. The reality is, you are likely going to have to rebuild a good amount of that friendship as if Tyne were someone completely new to you because in a way, she is. You cannot make comparisons between who she was with Myrandith to who she is without because that is like comparing two wholly different people. If you want to have any semblance of renewing your association, for your own well-being, you cannot get caught up in how much she has changed. It will do you no good."

Idri finished her tea, looking a little sadly at the empty cup. "It has taken Tyne a good long time to settle and is making positive strides towards a balanced life. What she might have valued then isn't necessarily going to  be what she values now. For example, there are currently very few people who Tyne would consider herself completely safe to be around. Myself, Journeyman Cremsden and Bluerider R'zzon likely being at the top of the list, people she may not have been considered likely to call friends as a Goldrider. But her priorities and her needs are very different now." It was a veiled warning of sorts - there was no room for elitism in Tyne's world now. Rank and colour didn't have the same meaning as they might have done before. No, she didn't really know the man, but he was after all, a Bronzerider from the North. And things were very, very different there.

On Sat, Apr 11, 2020 at 3:54 PM TrueTricia <tricia.nicewicz@...> wrote:
S'ryll listened intently to Idri, a bit of relief washing over his features as she said Vastolth hadn't caused a significant upset.  He and Tyne had been so close back when, perhaps closer in his memories than reality, that he would have been devastated to think that they'd caused her pain.  How could they?  He was going to help Tyne after all, not hurt her.  At Idri's explanation he nodded.  "I imagine it's akin to when we first Impress, but the opposite.  You are so incredulous at this voice that's inside your mind that you keep reaching out to 'touch' it, just to make sure it's real.  But to be like Tyne, groping in the dark for something that's not there, to have something, someone reach out would be difficult and probably make her search all over again."  

{{I did what I was told!}} Vastolth said defensively.  {{You make me sound like a Raider or something.}}

((Mind Raider.  Your new nickname.)) S'ryll said with a joke in his voice to try to lessen the bronze's defensiveness.  

"She told me she could, yes.  So she's like those infamous 'Hear All Dragons' type, but with flits?  I didn't even know that was possible with the little creatures.  I remember Bobbin, but the sheer number she has following her is a little intimidating, to be honest.  And I can't imagine managing all of those voices, 'the noise' I think she called it.  "I have a hard enough time with one voice in my head."

{{I am the Best. Thing. To. Happen. To. You.  And you know it.}} Vastolth chuffed.  



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

TrueTricia
 

OOC: V'ler's introduction to the Weyr to be done later bc I still can't get it quite right as a SA

IC: Kiyosarath loved the sun here.  Truth be told, the brown loved sun anywhere, but the sun here was especially nice.  And the climate wasn't all that dissimilar from Ista, so he already felt right at home.  Relaxing, sunning, starting to build his gossip network, you know, basic things.  And if there was one thing the brown dragon never missed, it was a good green flight.

So as soon as the bugle went out, Kiyo answered, his form flying over to the pens to snag a beast or two before flinging himself in the air, his wings flapping as he went to catch up to the green.  }{Fly high little sister, but you will still find yourself with me at the end}{ he called ahead, his voice filled with the laughter and enjoyment.  Shards, draconic life was good!

{{Little squishy!  Guess what time it is?}} he never did get tired of this...

((WE JUST SHARDING GOT HERE A DAY AGO!)) V'ler face palmed from where he was in the Lower Caverns.  He was currently working on ensuring that he got a weyr  for his sister Vivaeldi next to his since there were a couple empty ones.  She should be arriving within the sevenday or so, and the sibliings were very close.  They appeared to be in an area where there was but one occupied weyr, and when he'd asked, it had been spoken of in hushed tones.  He'd ignored those and had planned to go have a chat with the neighbor soon.  Because that's what neighbors did.  With a resigned sigh, he begged the forgiveness of the assistant to whom he was speaking before asking her for directions to the flight rooms.  It was evident from her smile that she knew exactly what had just happened.

{{I know!  I'm already behind schedule.  You know we have a record to maintain!}}

((You mean a reputation?))

{{A RECORD!  Now hurry along because you'll want to be there when I win this!  Don't act like you don't enjoy it as much as I do!}}

((I think we really need to talk about your perception issues...))

{{So it's green Mareeth of R'lian.  Then also chasing, losers already of course, you've got bronzes Kasheth of T'rif and Seteieth of D'cul.  Oh and Blue Oachayth of Tahari!  A female in there so you've got options!}} Kiyo related with all the glee of a gossiping wench.  

((HOW DO YOU ALREADY KNOW EVERYONE'S NAMES?!)) V'ler, for the millionth time, shook his head at his dragon.

{{Haven't you studied the wing lists yet?  Oh you haven't?  Shards I did that before we left...You really need to start applying yourself more.}} the brown said with a slightly admonishing tone.  Of course, V'ler knew his damn dragon couldn't read, but every time he asked, this was the answer he got....Because Kiyo always knew who everyone was, and V'ler had yet, after 15 Turns, to figure out exactly how his dragon did it.  All he could do was shake his head as he made his way to the flight rooms, poking his head in to find the right one. 


Re: A Senior Request (Cremsden/Aruithil)

Rogue Kakashi
 

Aruithil nodded vigorously, standing up on impulse.  She was a driven young woman, and as daunting as the task seemed she was confident that she could do it because, just as Cremsden had said, every other healer here had had to do it as well.  

"Thank you!" she said.  "Thank you for everything you've done to help me get this far.  I don't know if I'd been able to without your guidance."

- Aruithil