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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:

[Edited Message Follows]

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


Re: Bathing Under a Golden Sun atten and/Foreth

Jerzy Tobin
 

"Great." Kassia grinned and hoped the girl still felt that way after the fact. She handed Phyllia a bucket and the other supplies. "Just avoid her tail and neck. She gets ticklish and I don't want to be responsible for her accidentally breaking your leg." She was only partially kidding.
The girl took the bucket and supplies readily enough, eager for her
chance to see the gold up close and personal. Her eyes went round as
gooseberries, though, when Kassia mentioned the possibly breaking a
leg. Had that happened to some poor candidate before?! Just what had
she gotten herself into? But...if she did as she was told, and
avoided the neck and tail, she should be fine. Right? She'd just
stick to doing the gold's side. Yeah, that was a good plan.

"I w-will, Ma'am. I'll just keep to whatever area you tell me to wash."


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

TrueTricia
 

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.  


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

Jessica Freise
 

"You're not wrong," Erena said, voice a little rough and face more than a little pensive. "I'm sorry, you know. About earlier when I told you off."

On Apr 11, 2020, at 9:45 AM, sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:

"I'm sorry." And Kashara was. She watched what Kalain had gone through compared to her and Sarati even though she knew some of her own mother's history was full of neglect and being blamed. Even what the rest did to a lesser extent, and it wasn't fair. She offered the other Candidate a smile. "But the nice thing now is that doesn't matter. You're here. You can learn to be your own person and not care what everyone else said before."


Re: Whercraft Field Trip...What Could Possibly Go Wrong? atten: Any whercrafter/Tamalak/Kalain/Insera

sailyn2
 

"Shall we keep going?" Kalain asked, unsure what to do at this point. "It sounds like maybe we're close, but it's worrying if we don't know what's ahead."


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

sailyn2
 

"I'm sorry." And Kashara was. She watched what Kalain had gone through compared to her and Sarati even though she knew some of her own mother's history was full of neglect and being blamed. Even what the rest did to a lesser extent, and it wasn't fair. She offered the other Candidate a smile. "But the nice thing now is that doesn't matter. You're here. You can learn to be your own person and not care what everyone else said before."


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

TrueTricia
 
Edited

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.


Re: Lakeside Recruiting (Attn: Kashara/Ambrelli)

sailyn2
 

"I'd like that," Kashara said. "I picked up beastcrafting mostly because it's tradition in my family. But I'm thinking maybe it's not the right direction for me."


Re: Reserving Her Opinionatten: Kassia/S'yrell

sailyn2
 

"He bites. He'll kick if he doesn't like you." Kassia resisted the urge to pet the stallion, though he was usually okay with her. "He's a pain in the ass to ride, but fun."


Re: Bathing Under a Golden Sun atten and/Foreth

sailyn2
 

"Great." Kassia grinned and hoped the girl still felt that way after the fact. She handed Phyllia a bucket and the other supplies. "Just avoid her tail and neck. She gets ticklish and I don't want to be responsible for her accidentally breaking your leg." She was only partially kidding.


Re: Whercraft Field Trip...What Could Possibly Go Wrong? atten: Any whercrafter/Tamalak/Kalain/Insera

Laurie
 


"I can't see a thing except what's right in front of my glows. I'm pretty sure Flash and Ranger found them, though. They're on their way back," Tamalak answered Kalain. "There is something else up ahead of us though. Flash wasn't happy about it but wouldn't tell me anything."

Ranger had given up on the pet he'd been sitting in front of, but on his way back he ran into Cairn and Bobbin, the ones who had that nice pet who understood them. He chittered at them, showing a cavern/tunnel with a two-leg on one side, holding a glow basket, sitting next to a rock barrier. 

Flash, meanwhile, had crawled through the rock barrier and saw another two leg on that side. He also saw a not-food cowering in a corner.


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Tyne had been climbing a wall. Not that there was anything different about that. Zeeti and Rona had come to her chittering wildly about a wild firelizard nest sat further up the wall that was being pestered by a thin looking tunnelsnake.

And that wasn't going to happen on her watch.

She had scrambled her way up the rockface, spotting the malnourished creature as it slithered into the nest. The faire had descended and the outcome had been quick and bloody, its carcass dragged out and ripped at in their outrage before being tossed aside. No, she wasn't going to touch the nest. Chances were, they would have a reasonable chance at going wild and the eggs were still small, buried in what looked like small handfuls of mud and sand. That no gold came back to protect the eggs had made Tyne assume that it was likely a green's nest - the mother long gone. But she knew where it was and as such, would quietly monitor it.

The sight of the wher group turning up had surprised her and she had quickly realised that they were likely from the WherHold and here to do some sort of exercise. There was that odd expectancy. Seeing some of the group go inside, it also became apparent that something wasn't quite right. Keeping her distance up on the walls so she wouldn't be a nuisance, she called Bobbin and Cairn to her. She knew the tunnels. Knew a lot of the tunnels - preferring to use their depths to scamper through the Weyr when she had wanted to avoid meeting too many people. And she knew that a lot of the tunnels in this section were old, rickety and narrow.

Find.

She gave the firelizards a visual of a short distance in, before a narrow bottleneck point. And that was how the bronze and gold flickered into the tunnel a short distance behind Kalain and Tamalak - whistling at Flash and Ranger in curious alarm. What was going on? Could they help? They had friends. Lots of them. Maybe they could all help. That was the primary message flickering between them as they tucked themselves up onto the wall away from the Wher Handler.





On Sat, Apr 11, 2020 at 9:59 AM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:
"Can you see anything?" Kalain asked. With Tam in front of him and without the benefit of a flit, he was all but blind. The glows did little to show much than a short way in front of them. It was a good thing he wasn't claustrophobic, but then if he was then the Whercraft wouldn't have been for him.