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Re: Real Babies and Healer Babies: Both Are Exhausting Attn Yiyu

Laura Walker
 

“I spent about an hour trying to convince him he wanted a nap,” Cremsden said ruefully. “I’m not sure I dare take him back just yet in case his eyes pop back open.”


On Friday, April 10, 2020, Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"Not yet," she retorted, her own lips turning up in a relived smile. Her stomach had tightened as he talked about the checkup.

"Should I return him to you now?"

On Apr 10, 2020, at 4:32 AM, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

"What?" Cremsden's eyebrows rose disbelievingly and he peeped at his son's face before shaking his head. "Well, you've clearly got a way with him. You sure you don't want to switch to the human babies?" he asked, half-teasing.

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On Fri, Apr 10, 2020 at 10:26 AM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Yiyu's gaze dropped to the wrapped bundle in her arms. She had to smile.

"I believe he is sleeping, sir."

On Apr 10, 2020, at 3:58 AM, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

"Well." Cremsden sighed. "We've had measles sweep through the Weyr already, so hopefully we've got a few turns before you've got that to worry about. But there's everrash and the rest, not to mention five hundred or so coughs and colds and stomach upsets." He looked at the girl ruefully. "Unfortunately the cost of coming from a tiny hold into a big Infirmary is you might find you spend the next few months getting sick. It won't last forever, just we tend to have a fair few illnesses floating around and you'll have no exposure. Just make sure you wash your hands a lot and let one of us know if you're feeling poorly."

It had been a turn for him. Eleven turns old and a full turn of picking up every sharding illness the Hall had to offer while still feeling as miserably homesick as an eleven turn old could.

"How's young man doing there?"

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On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 11:46 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Yiyu blinked.

Twice.

"Well, no," she said truthfully. She studied the man intently. "I don't know. But I can and will get that check up. In fact, I thought it was obligatory."

Which didn't mean she understood what he was getting at. Tender age, tender heart, possibly a little bit of both made sure she was clueless.
On Apr 9, 2020, at 5:40 PM, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

"And you can," Cremsden assured her. "But.. it doesn't necessarily have to be the first clutch when you come. Look, you're young, you're going to have so many clutches ahead of you you won't be able to count. You don't *necessarily* have to make your first one the one in a few sevendays before you find out what a rider does."

And even if she wanted to, he was going to guess that the obligatory health check for a candidate was likely to pull up significant mental health issues that might make them hold her back from this one. And actually, there was a thought..

"Hey, I understand if you don't want it from me and certainly if you don't want it now, but can you do me a favour and ask them to book you in for a quick health check? You can get someone female to do it if you prefer - Rulynn's decent - but it's a generally good idea if you've only ever been looked over very occasionally by a Hold Healer," he said. "Don't suppose you know what childhood illnesses you've had?"

On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 11:24 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"Thank you," Yiyu said, even as her brain rushed to assimilate all he'd said. He had a point, if she were honest. But she wanted, needed, to stand, if just once.

"I did escape," she admitted, "but when I was coming here I promised myself I'd stand and see what happened, if only the one time."

On Apr 9, 2020, at 5:19 PM, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

Cremsden was quiet for a moment, considering how best to put thoughts into words.

"Sometimes," he said carefully, "when you've had a period with everything looking terrible with no escape, anyone offering an escape - no matter what it is - looks like what you've always wanted. Some people love being riders," he nodded to the baby "young man's mother for a start, and I certainly have friends who say it's like nothing in the world. But... it's also--" he spread out his hands "*permanant*. And you are very young. So don't rush into anything, and have a think. You're at the Weyr now and escape has already been accomplished. If any one of my apprentices - and I include the young dragonhealers in that - decides Healing full-time is where they want to be, we'll always have space for them. I won't push you into it, there's no point spending your first sevendays here rushing from one solution to another looking for the rest of your life. But while you work for us, it's an option you always have."

On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 11:04 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"I wasn't sure when I came here that I was worthy of it," she said sincerely. "But the more I'm here, the more people I meet and am welcomed and even befriended by, I find that yes, I want this. And if...."

She took a moment.

"If I don't Impress, then I'll find some other way to be useful to my Weyr, my home."

On Apr 9, 2020, at 5:01 PM, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

Cremsden laughed slightly, and waved a hand. "I don't know who you think you're shocking, kid, but I grew up in Bitra." There was still the telltale accent to his words if you listened to them. "So, searchrider got you, hmm? And is Candidacy what you want?"

On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 10:58 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"Small, no-name hold," she answered quietly. "I suspect, had I not been found and brought here, I'd have been given to some man to use and discard. I mean no offense," she added swiftly.

On Apr 9, 2020, at 4:21 PM, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

"That happens," Cremsden acknowledged ruefully. "Big hold, small hold?"

On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 10:08 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
His soft crooning lulled Yiyu as well as the babe she held. Her eyes half closed as she began to speak:

"I was born the youngest child and olnly daughter of a holder. He had little use for me, seeing as he saw women as expendable."

OOC: I will give h im more to hear as we move through.
On Apr 9, 2020, at 3:53 PM, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

"There now, there." Cremsden knelt in front of her to hand his son over and then sat back onto his feet, keeping a wary eye on proceedings. "Good lad then, you settle there." Unconsciously he slipped into his 'Healer croon', a gentle singsong voice made for soothing the nervous. "Now then," he said, keeping his voice hushed lest Arden panic. "Why don't you tell me about yourself?"

On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 9:46 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Yiyu pulled over a stool and sat, watching her new mentor and his son with intersted. While she had been the youngest, she was not unfamiliar with babes and knew how to sit and accept the youngster once his protective father released him into her care. he smelled warm and sweet.

On Apr 9, 2020, at 3:41 PM, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

"Hmm." Cremsden inspected them again. "Good nails. Keep them short like that. Good girl." He smiled at her. "Sit down then and you can give him a cuddle."

On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 7:02 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
That sensation of being overwhelmed tried to rise up again. Yiyu swallowed it back and moved to comply. She was, if nothing else, thorough and lengthy, presenting him with her hands over half a minute after she'd begun.

On Apr 9, 2020, at 12:56 PM, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

"Ha, yes, to the sink with you. Lesson 1 of handwashing," Cremsden said, leading her over. "First rule, do it a lot. Start and end of a shift, wash your hands. Before and after eating, wash your hands. Before you go in to see a patient, you wash your hands and again when you're done. Before and after touching medication, wash your hands. We are likely to be the biggest infection risk in any Infirmary. If people worry that they might come to see us with a sprained ankle and go home with everrash they just won't come." He gestured to the sink. "Show me how you do it."

On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 6:39 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"I bathed this morning," she offered meakly as he examined her hands. "But I could wash them again if there's a basin near by."

On Apr 9, 2020, at 12:36 PM, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

"Hmm. How clean are your hands?" Cremsden set his mug down and reached to gently take her wrist, the better to examine her hand. Apprentices usually needed a few lessons in washing them properly and when you knew what kinds of things lay around the infirmary.. well, you didn't want some stuff near a baby's face.

On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 6:21 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Yiyu raised a hand. "May I?" She wiggled her fingers as if to touch the babe's face.

On Apr 9, 2020, at 12:10 PM, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

"Arden." Cremsden smiled down at the baby. "Arden who never sleeps. Still, he seems content enough right now."

On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 6:04 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Her lips twitched, as if she weren't sure if she should smile or frown at him. She chose the former, stepping over towards the outside to observe what he'd told her.

"What's his name?" she asked, tilting her head to the baby who had a strange, wide gaze locked on the world around him.

On Apr 9, 2020, at 11:51 AM, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

"I know the feeling. Healer at my Hold decided I could follow him about a bit when I was small else I doubt I would have made it here." Cremsden waved his mug again, this time towards the door. "There's an outside ledge still out there, but we set a table and chairs on it. *Try* not to get caught up in studying and get sun-burnt because believe me you'll get ribbed endlessly if the other apprentices end up having to treat you. Oh and there's a wall around it. Don't climb on it. Kids don't bounce."

On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 5:16 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"Books were few and far between at my hold," she found herself explaining. "The ones we had I read veraciously."

She shifted her stance, finally, truely at ease. Her glance ran around the room again, taking in all of it once more.
On Apr 9, 2020, at 11:06 AM, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

Cremsden followed her gaze, and laughed quietly. "Aye, the apprentices who stay mostly start by staring at those wide-eyed," he said. "Good news is you'll have plenty of opportunity to read them because we'll expect you to know them backwards, forwards and upside down before you're done."

On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 5:00 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Her face lit. The room itself was nice, yes, but it was the books that grabbed her attention. Her gaze fixed there, even as she nodded her understanding and offered a small smile before saying, "I see why you are proud of this accomplishment."

On Apr 9, 2020, at 10:35 AM, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

"Because when I got here it was what *used* to be the weyr for riders with sick dragons but had started to be the place everyone stored their junk," Cremsden explained. "Whereas now.. well, you'll see."

It *was* a nice room. It had desks for studying at and a little cluster of chairs in one corner for when apprentices were watching a demonstration or working on something together. Some of the more comfortable couches looked ready to be converted to cots if the occasion demanded - and sometimes it did. There was a high wall of bookshelves, stacked with books, and a ready supply of ink and paper. Wide windows let in plenty of light and a door suggested access to the outside world.

And of course, there was a klah pot. Of course there was.

"Rule with the books is, look up whatever you want in here if you're using them you make a copy of whatever you're looking up as you're using it," Cremsden said, waving at them with his mug. "Books wear out surprisingly fast if apprentices are checking them constantly and you'll want a copy for your notes anyway. And it doesn't hurt to get quick at copying things out."

On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 4:25 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Bemused, Yiyu followed swiftly. Her nerves had settled as they spoke, and now she simply saw him as a figure of authority.


"Why proud?" she inquired.

On Apr 9, 2020, at 10:23 AM, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

"Come on then." Cremsden gave a jerk of his head to gesture her to follow as he claimed the mug of klah and trotted off. "It's a nice room. I'm rather proud of it myself."

On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 4:09 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"No, sir. I'm fairly new, myself."

On Apr 9, 2020, at 9:03 AM, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

"Thank you." Cremsden beamed at her. "And thank you for the klah. Now - did anyone show you the study area yet?"

On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 2:53 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Yiyu studied the infant critically. She'd found every dragonkind she'd met beautiful, but wasn't sure just what she thought of the little bundle of joy the Healer held. Finally she offered meakly, "He's cute?" as if she weren't sure she had the right answer to the problem facing her.

On Apr 9, 2020, at 7:51 AM, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

“Ten days. Ah. I think?” Cremsden paused  a little doubtfully to consider what day it was. “Yes I came back on night shift three nights ago because there were cookies in the break room,” he said, half to himself, not quite counting on his fingers but close. “So it must be ten.”

On Thursday, April 9, 2020, Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Yiyu, inundated with the other's speech, chose to go for what she viewed as the easiest thing to tackle first: pouring the liquid into the mug. She chewed over what he had said as she filled it, then latched onto the next thing that clearly  deserved some attention, even as part of her panicked at the thought of being the one who lost a dragon, that so precious of creatures.

"How old?" she asked, tilting her head at the infant.

On Apr 9, 2020, at 6:39 AM, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

"Close enough. You'll end up sharing some lessons with those on the human side. Ethics and hygiene fall under similar rules no matter the species of your patient," Cremsden said cheerfully. "And no-one wants you stuck in a position where you lose the dragon because you didn't know basic human first aid and were the only Healer on-scene." He grinned at her, clearly friendly if tired. "I'd normally suggest we go for a quick chat but.. as you have two free hands, would you mind doing me a favour and filling this here mug first? More difficult one-handed than you might think and if I set him down he'll squall the place down."

On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 12:32 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
She took his hand automatically, now more bemused than afraid. She smiled distractedly at the little one, but found herself admitting, "I'm with the Dragonhealers, actually."

On Apr 9, 2020, at 6:30 AM, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

"One of our new apprentices." Cremsden smiled at her, setting his mug - still empty, alas - down, and shifting Arden to his shoulder so he could offer her his hand. "Journeyman Cremsden. Apologies - I'd normally be around to settle you in when you joined us, but this young man has had me at home more than usual."

On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 12:25 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"New ones?" Yiyu repeated, startled at first and not a little nervous to find herself addressed by a man. The fact that he was holding a baby made him less threatening in her eyes, but not by much. Still, she assayed a smile and desperately tried to think if she remembered him from anywhere.

On Apr 9, 2020, at 6:02 AM, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

It was probably not the best time for Cremsden to be moving his shifts around. The time before a hatching usually saw an influx of Candidate Apprentices and those didn't work nights. There wasn't much he could do about that other than ask those he trusted to keep an eye on them while he did a rota from afar but he did at least try to make it down to the Infirmary during the day occasionally, even if it was with a tiny baby in tow.

He was trying to juggle said tiny baby while also pouring a klah - ten days or so in to being a father and he was starting to feeling distinctly heavy-eyed - when he spotted a new face. "Hello there," he greeted, stifling a yawn. "You one of our new ones?"




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Baldrick: The servants.
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Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.





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Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.





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Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.





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Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.





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Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.





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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.





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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.

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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.



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Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
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Re: So why exactly DO you want to know? (Idri/S'ryll)

TrueTricia
 

Her insistent tone instantly irritated him.  This JM was certainly taking liberties with her address of him and demanding his time.  This was definitely going to be that kind of a morning.  But he'd learned a few things well before he'd come to even be a Candidate: 1. Don't piss off the cook; and 2. Don't piss off a Healer.  Bad things happened if you broke those two sacred rules, never good things.

So it was with a resigned edge to his voice, that he responded.  "And to what do I owe the pleasure of your searching, JM Healer Idri?"  Then to clarify, "No offense taken.  Yours is only vaguely familiar to me in passing.  And yes, my weyr is around the corner if that will suit you.  I'm afraid here I do not have an office, so it is the best I can offer you."  


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

Nutmeg
 

Maybe, just maybe, she would have given some professional interest in the scarring, recognising immediately that it was a threadscore burn. But then he gave his name and Idri was already distracted again. "S'ryll, you say? You're just the man I was looking for. I've been meaning to come and find you and have a chat." There was enough of a clip to her voice to suggest that "no, thank you" wasn't going to be an acceptable response.

She did take the extended hand though, shaking it in firm greeting. She had a Healer's hands that were strong and it would have been reflected in her greeting. "I'm Healer Idri. I'm afraid I don't recognise you - it's nothing personal. Lots of faces coming through and all that."

It was polite after all, to at least acknowledge the greeting. Even if she hadn't decided whether she was going to like the man or not. "Now, where could we go to talk?"

On Fri, Apr 10, 2020 at 4:27 PM TrueTricia <tricia.nicewicz@...> wrote:
"I'd say you were right.  You look familiar too, but then as a Healer, I'm sure I saw you in the Infirmary.  I was treated there a time or two."  He rubbed his shoulder, moving his tunic to the side at his collarbone to show some of the scoring scar.  He let the tunic fall back into place before running his hands through his dark hair, a habit of his, before sticking the other one out to her in greeting.

"I'm Bronzerider S'ryll.  Just transferred here from there not a sevenday ago.  It's good to hear the accent..."



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

TrueTricia
 

"I'd say you were right.  You look familiar too, but then as a Healer, I'm sure I saw you in the Infirmary.  I was treated there a time or two."  He rubbed his shoulder, moving his tunic to the side at his collarbone to show some of the scoring scar.  He let the tunic fall back into place before running his hands through his dark hair, a habit of his, before sticking the other one out to her in greeting.

"I'm Bronzerider S'ryll.  Just transferred here from there not a sevenday ago.  It's good to hear the accent..."


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

Nutmeg
 

"I am..." It was said a little warily and she eyed him as if wondering where he was going with this. Which was of course exactly what she was doing. She had seen enough people in and out of the Infirmary that she didn't place him specifically, even though his own voice placed his accent as being the same as her own. "I'd say you were too."

Her voice was a non-question too, pointing out the obvious.

On Fri, Apr 10, 2020 at 3:55 PM TrueTricia <tricia.nicewicz@...> wrote:
S'ryll dusted himself off, sighing at the idea that this was just how his morning was going to go.  First a dragon that couldn't be bothered.  Now women were running into him.  If they ran into his bed, he'd complain less.  

He chuckled at her grumbled curse, finishing smoothing out his leather tunic, as the oddity of her words struck him.  She had a Reaches accent!  It hadn't struck him at first because he was still adjusting to that NOT being the normal.  He eyes shot up to inspect her.  There was something familiar about her.  Healer's knots.  He'd been in and out of the Infirmary a few times, the Threadscoring on his shoulder twinging as if on command.  

"You're from the Reaches!" he said, as if it was an accusation, and he effectively ignored her other questions.  



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

TrueTricia
 

S'ryll dusted himself off, sighing at the idea that this was just how his morning was going to go.  First a dragon that couldn't be bothered.  Now women were running into him.  If they ran into his bed, he'd complain less.  

He chuckled at her grumbled curse, finishing smoothing out his leather tunic, as the oddity of her words struck him.  She had a Reaches accent!  It hadn't struck him at first because he was still adjusting to that NOT being the normal.  He eyes shot up to inspect her.  There was something familiar about her.  Healer's knots.  He'd been in and out of the Infirmary a few times, the Threadscoring on his shoulder twinging as if on command.  

"You're from the Reaches!" he said, as if it was an accusation, and he effectively ignored her other questions.  


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

Nutmeg
 

Staggering back a couple of steps, Idri took a moment to compose herself. She was feeling just prickly enough that she almost wanted to snap at the Bronzerider before remembering she had also been rushing along without paying attention either. Taking a second to smooth herself over and bring her temper in check, Idri looked up at the man.

"Flaming flits and shards," she grumbled before her manners came back. "Are you all right too sir? I didn't mean to jostle you. I wasn't thinking about what I was doing." She bobbed a polite curtsey out of habit. S'ryll would recognise the Northern twang in her voice, even if she didn't recognise him. Or know he was in the fact the person she was looking for in the first place.

"It serves me right for thinking about what I need to do instead of what I'm doing. I have't muddied you have I? These tunnels can get so dusty."

On Fri, Apr 10, 2020 at 3:25 PM TrueTricia <tricia.nicewicz@...> wrote:
Vastolth had buggered off to sun himself and was adamantly refusing to come pick S'ryll up off his weyrledge unless it was an emergency.  This was not the first time this had happened, and S'ryll was beginning to think it was going to be a problem.  Vastolth had muttered something about 'legs' before simply projecting sunny contentment like it was a wall.  

S'ryll was thus forced to use the tunnels leading out of his weyr.  It's not as if it was a total pain, but he didn't like being told to do so by his dragon.  He was still muttering about this to himself when a woman came around a corner and ran straight into him.  As they stumbled, he reached out to catch and steady her.

"Whoa! You alright?" he asked as they both got their feet back under them.  



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Re: Real Babies and Healer Babies: Both Are Exhausting Attn Yiyu

Jessica Freise
 

"Not yet," she retorted, her own lips turning up in a relived smile. Her stomach had tightened as he talked about the checkup.

"Should I return him to you now?"

On Apr 10, 2020, at 4:32 AM, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

"What?" Cremsden's eyebrows rose disbelievingly and he peeped at his son's face before shaking his head. "Well, you've clearly got a way with him. You sure you don't want to switch to the human babies?" he asked, half-teasing.

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On Fri, Apr 10, 2020 at 10:26 AM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Yiyu's gaze dropped to the wrapped bundle in her arms. She had to smile.

"I believe he is sleeping, sir."

On Apr 10, 2020, at 3:58 AM, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

"Well." Cremsden sighed. "We've had measles sweep through the Weyr already, so hopefully we've got a few turns before you've got that to worry about. But there's everrash and the rest, not to mention five hundred or so coughs and colds and stomach upsets." He looked at the girl ruefully. "Unfortunately the cost of coming from a tiny hold into a big Infirmary is you might find you spend the next few months getting sick. It won't last forever, just we tend to have a fair few illnesses floating around and you'll have no exposure. Just make sure you wash your hands a lot and let one of us know if you're feeling poorly."

It had been a turn for him. Eleven turns old and a full turn of picking up every sharding illness the Hall had to offer while still feeling as miserably homesick as an eleven turn old could.

"How's young man doing there?"

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On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 11:46 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Yiyu blinked.

Twice.

"Well, no," she said truthfully. She studied the man intently. "I don't know. But I can and will get that check up. In fact, I thought it was obligatory."

Which didn't mean she understood what he was getting at. Tender age, tender heart, possibly a little bit of both made sure she was clueless.
On Apr 9, 2020, at 5:40 PM, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

"And you can," Cremsden assured her. "But.. it doesn't necessarily have to be the first clutch when you come. Look, you're young, you're going to have so many clutches ahead of you you won't be able to count. You don't *necessarily* have to make your first one the one in a few sevendays before you find out what a rider does."

And even if she wanted to, he was going to guess that the obligatory health check for a candidate was likely to pull up significant mental health issues that might make them hold her back from this one. And actually, there was a thought..

"Hey, I understand if you don't want it from me and certainly if you don't want it now, but can you do me a favour and ask them to book you in for a quick health check? You can get someone female to do it if you prefer - Rulynn's decent - but it's a generally good idea if you've only ever been looked over very occasionally by a Hold Healer," he said. "Don't suppose you know what childhood illnesses you've had?"

On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 11:24 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"Thank you," Yiyu said, even as her brain rushed to assimilate all he'd said. He had a point, if she were honest. But she wanted, needed, to stand, if just once.

"I did escape," she admitted, "but when I was coming here I promised myself I'd stand and see what happened, if only the one time."

On Apr 9, 2020, at 5:19 PM, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

Cremsden was quiet for a moment, considering how best to put thoughts into words.

"Sometimes," he said carefully, "when you've had a period with everything looking terrible with no escape, anyone offering an escape - no matter what it is - looks like what you've always wanted. Some people love being riders," he nodded to the baby "young man's mother for a start, and I certainly have friends who say it's like nothing in the world. But... it's also--" he spread out his hands "*permanant*. And you are very young. So don't rush into anything, and have a think. You're at the Weyr now and escape has already been accomplished. If any one of my apprentices - and I include the young dragonhealers in that - decides Healing full-time is where they want to be, we'll always have space for them. I won't push you into it, there's no point spending your first sevendays here rushing from one solution to another looking for the rest of your life. But while you work for us, it's an option you always have."

On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 11:04 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"I wasn't sure when I came here that I was worthy of it," she said sincerely. "But the more I'm here, the more people I meet and am welcomed and even befriended by, I find that yes, I want this. And if...."

She took a moment.

"If I don't Impress, then I'll find some other way to be useful to my Weyr, my home."

On Apr 9, 2020, at 5:01 PM, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

Cremsden laughed slightly, and waved a hand. "I don't know who you think you're shocking, kid, but I grew up in Bitra." There was still the telltale accent to his words if you listened to them. "So, searchrider got you, hmm? And is Candidacy what you want?"

On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 10:58 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"Small, no-name hold," she answered quietly. "I suspect, had I not been found and brought here, I'd have been given to some man to use and discard. I mean no offense," she added swiftly.

On Apr 9, 2020, at 4:21 PM, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

"That happens," Cremsden acknowledged ruefully. "Big hold, small hold?"

On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 10:08 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
His soft crooning lulled Yiyu as well as the babe she held. Her eyes half closed as she began to speak:

"I was born the youngest child and olnly daughter of a holder. He had little use for me, seeing as he saw women as expendable."

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On Apr 9, 2020, at 3:53 PM, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

"There now, there." Cremsden knelt in front of her to hand his son over and then sat back onto his feet, keeping a wary eye on proceedings. "Good lad then, you settle there." Unconsciously he slipped into his 'Healer croon', a gentle singsong voice made for soothing the nervous. "Now then," he said, keeping his voice hushed lest Arden panic. "Why don't you tell me about yourself?"

On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 9:46 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Yiyu pulled over a stool and sat, watching her new mentor and his son with intersted. While she had been the youngest, she was not unfamiliar with babes and knew how to sit and accept the youngster once his protective father released him into her care. he smelled warm and sweet.

On Apr 9, 2020, at 3:41 PM, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

"Hmm." Cremsden inspected them again. "Good nails. Keep them short like that. Good girl." He smiled at her. "Sit down then and you can give him a cuddle."

On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 7:02 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
That sensation of being overwhelmed tried to rise up again. Yiyu swallowed it back and moved to comply. She was, if nothing else, thorough and lengthy, presenting him with her hands over half a minute after she'd begun.

On Apr 9, 2020, at 12:56 PM, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

"Ha, yes, to the sink with you. Lesson 1 of handwashing," Cremsden said, leading her over. "First rule, do it a lot. Start and end of a shift, wash your hands. Before and after eating, wash your hands. Before you go in to see a patient, you wash your hands and again when you're done. Before and after touching medication, wash your hands. We are likely to be the biggest infection risk in any Infirmary. If people worry that they might come to see us with a sprained ankle and go home with everrash they just won't come." He gestured to the sink. "Show me how you do it."

On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 6:39 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"I bathed this morning," she offered meakly as he examined her hands. "But I could wash them again if there's a basin near by."

On Apr 9, 2020, at 12:36 PM, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

"Hmm. How clean are your hands?" Cremsden set his mug down and reached to gently take her wrist, the better to examine her hand. Apprentices usually needed a few lessons in washing them properly and when you knew what kinds of things lay around the infirmary.. well, you didn't want some stuff near a baby's face.

On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 6:21 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Yiyu raised a hand. "May I?" She wiggled her fingers as if to touch the babe's face.

On Apr 9, 2020, at 12:10 PM, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

"Arden." Cremsden smiled down at the baby. "Arden who never sleeps. Still, he seems content enough right now."

On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 6:04 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Her lips twitched, as if she weren't sure if she should smile or frown at him. She chose the former, stepping over towards the outside to observe what he'd told her.

"What's his name?" she asked, tilting her head to the baby who had a strange, wide gaze locked on the world around him.

On Apr 9, 2020, at 11:51 AM, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

"I know the feeling. Healer at my Hold decided I could follow him about a bit when I was small else I doubt I would have made it here." Cremsden waved his mug again, this time towards the door. "There's an outside ledge still out there, but we set a table and chairs on it. *Try* not to get caught up in studying and get sun-burnt because believe me you'll get ribbed endlessly if the other apprentices end up having to treat you. Oh and there's a wall around it. Don't climb on it. Kids don't bounce."

On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 5:16 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"Books were few and far between at my hold," she found herself explaining. "The ones we had I read veraciously."

She shifted her stance, finally, truely at ease. Her glance ran around the room again, taking in all of it once more.
On Apr 9, 2020, at 11:06 AM, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

Cremsden followed her gaze, and laughed quietly. "Aye, the apprentices who stay mostly start by staring at those wide-eyed," he said. "Good news is you'll have plenty of opportunity to read them because we'll expect you to know them backwards, forwards and upside down before you're done."

On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 5:00 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Her face lit. The room itself was nice, yes, but it was the books that grabbed her attention. Her gaze fixed there, even as she nodded her understanding and offered a small smile before saying, "I see why you are proud of this accomplishment."

On Apr 9, 2020, at 10:35 AM, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

"Because when I got here it was what *used* to be the weyr for riders with sick dragons but had started to be the place everyone stored their junk," Cremsden explained. "Whereas now.. well, you'll see."

It *was* a nice room. It had desks for studying at and a little cluster of chairs in one corner for when apprentices were watching a demonstration or working on something together. Some of the more comfortable couches looked ready to be converted to cots if the occasion demanded - and sometimes it did. There was a high wall of bookshelves, stacked with books, and a ready supply of ink and paper. Wide windows let in plenty of light and a door suggested access to the outside world.

And of course, there was a klah pot. Of course there was.

"Rule with the books is, look up whatever you want in here if you're using them you make a copy of whatever you're looking up as you're using it," Cremsden said, waving at them with his mug. "Books wear out surprisingly fast if apprentices are checking them constantly and you'll want a copy for your notes anyway. And it doesn't hurt to get quick at copying things out."

On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 4:25 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Bemused, Yiyu followed swiftly. Her nerves had settled as they spoke, and now she simply saw him as a figure of authority.


"Why proud?" she inquired.

On Apr 9, 2020, at 10:23 AM, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

"Come on then." Cremsden gave a jerk of his head to gesture her to follow as he claimed the mug of klah and trotted off. "It's a nice room. I'm rather proud of it myself."

On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 4:09 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"No, sir. I'm fairly new, myself."

On Apr 9, 2020, at 9:03 AM, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

"Thank you." Cremsden beamed at her. "And thank you for the klah. Now - did anyone show you the study area yet?"

On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 2:53 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Yiyu studied the infant critically. She'd found every dragonkind she'd met beautiful, but wasn't sure just what she thought of the little bundle of joy the Healer held. Finally she offered meakly, "He's cute?" as if she weren't sure she had the right answer to the problem facing her.

On Apr 9, 2020, at 7:51 AM, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

“Ten days. Ah. I think?” Cremsden paused  a little doubtfully to consider what day it was. “Yes I came back on night shift three nights ago because there were cookies in the break room,” he said, half to himself, not quite counting on his fingers but close. “So it must be ten.”

On Thursday, April 9, 2020, Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Yiyu, inundated with the other's speech, chose to go for what she viewed as the easiest thing to tackle first: pouring the liquid into the mug. She chewed over what he had said as she filled it, then latched onto the next thing that clearly  deserved some attention, even as part of her panicked at the thought of being the one who lost a dragon, that so precious of creatures.

"How old?" she asked, tilting her head at the infant.

On Apr 9, 2020, at 6:39 AM, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

"Close enough. You'll end up sharing some lessons with those on the human side. Ethics and hygiene fall under similar rules no matter the species of your patient," Cremsden said cheerfully. "And no-one wants you stuck in a position where you lose the dragon because you didn't know basic human first aid and were the only Healer on-scene." He grinned at her, clearly friendly if tired. "I'd normally suggest we go for a quick chat but.. as you have two free hands, would you mind doing me a favour and filling this here mug first? More difficult one-handed than you might think and if I set him down he'll squall the place down."

On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 12:32 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
She took his hand automatically, now more bemused than afraid. She smiled distractedly at the little one, but found herself admitting, "I'm with the Dragonhealers, actually."

On Apr 9, 2020, at 6:30 AM, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

"One of our new apprentices." Cremsden smiled at her, setting his mug - still empty, alas - down, and shifting Arden to his shoulder so he could offer her his hand. "Journeyman Cremsden. Apologies - I'd normally be around to settle you in when you joined us, but this young man has had me at home more than usual."

On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 12:25 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"New ones?" Yiyu repeated, startled at first and not a little nervous to find herself addressed by a man. The fact that he was holding a baby made him less threatening in her eyes, but not by much. Still, she assayed a smile and desperately tried to think if she remembered him from anywhere.

On Apr 9, 2020, at 6:02 AM, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

It was probably not the best time for Cremsden to be moving his shifts around. The time before a hatching usually saw an influx of Candidate Apprentices and those didn't work nights. There wasn't much he could do about that other than ask those he trusted to keep an eye on them while he did a rota from afar but he did at least try to make it down to the Infirmary during the day occasionally, even if it was with a tiny baby in tow.

He was trying to juggle said tiny baby while also pouring a klah - ten days or so in to being a father and he was starting to feeling distinctly heavy-eyed - when he spotted a new face. "Hello there," he greeted, stifling a yawn. "You one of our new ones?"




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

TrueTricia
 

Vastolth had buggered off to sun himself and was adamantly refusing to come pick S'ryll up off his weyrledge unless it was an emergency.  This was not the first time this had happened, and S'ryll was beginning to think it was going to be a problem.  Vastolth had muttered something about 'legs' before simply projecting sunny contentment like it was a wall.  

S'ryll was thus forced to use the tunnels leading out of his weyr.  It's not as if it was a total pain, but he didn't like being told to do so by his dragon.  He was still muttering about this to himself when a woman came around a corner and ran straight into him.  As they stumbled, he reached out to catch and steady her.

"Whoa! You alright?" he asked as they both got their feet back under them.  


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

Ren
 

"Telgarese myself," N'met answered with a sip of wine. "Aye, the little buggers do get rambunctious at Hatching, don't they? But then when you've been waiting so long to see someoneyou know is your soulmate, it does make sense. Abartth didn't find me until I was 20, so I found myself fairly able to handle the big guy."


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

Nutmeg
 

Tyne was out for the count. At some point she had roused enough to pull a blanket from the back of one of the chairs and had wrapped it around her shoulders, sliding down the wall so that she was all but lying down, semi covered in blanket and firelizards.

Grumbling slightly in her sleep, Tyne let out a soft snore.

On Fri, Apr 10, 2020 at 2:36 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
It was a good hour before the door opened and Cremsden slipped inside. The aroma of strong klah filled the office as he set it on the desk, apparently not even noticing his visitor in the corner. For a moment the office was quiet as he leaned his head against his hands, and then came the sounds of him rummaging through his desk. Had to find something to do or he'd be asleep before the end of the shift.

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On Fri, Apr 10, 2020 at 1:59 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
She was tired. Bone achingly tired. But it was a good tired. The tired of a productive day and it felt... beyond amazing. She had spent the day shadowing a Healer in the Infirmary - nothing difficult, nothing stressful - just being shown the ropes. Where to find things, how to book patients in, how to record it. Simple things. And the day had flown by in a blur. A good sort of blur.

Wandering down the tunnels to the Journeyman offices, before she went home, she wanted to stop and say thank you to Cremsden. It had been his help after all. Rubbing her eyes sleepily she felt the familiar thrum even before she got to his door. Quickly, only for a second, so it wouldn't make her head hurt, she borrowed the eyes of a particular dozy brown to see if the man was inside. No, no one was. Wanting to sit down and rest her pleasantly aching legs, Tyne crept inside the office, picking her way carefully over the bodies, Tyne settled herself on the floor in the corner where immediately, several of the firelizards had crawled onto her in a warm puddle of hide. 

So sleepy. Yawning widely, she leaned her head against the wall, letting her eyes drift closed...

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

Nutmeg
 

Oh she had heard all about the Bronzerider from High Reaches that had come to Arolos of late. And a few whispers suggested that he had upset the wrong person and been kicked out on his ear. And she had heard it directly from the runner's mouth... a.k.a Tyne... that there was history with this particular man. A lot of it.

She hadn't told Tyne that she intended to locate this individual, sit him down and find out exactly what his intentions were towards her former charge. She might not be Tyne's minder anymore, but Idri was still fiercely protective of her and still considering to be the responsible point of contact. For now at least. It hadn't been hard to find out where this "Bronzerider S'ryll" had his weyr and so that was exactly where she was headed. The woman was striding purposefully through the tunnels, picking her way through the familiar routes.

So lost was she, in the thoughts of what exactly she was going to say to the man, that she didn't notice the shape of someone stepping out from around a corner and went straight into the side of them.

"Ah!"

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

Laura Walker
 

It was a good hour before the door opened and Cremsden slipped inside. The aroma of strong klah filled the office as he set it on the desk, apparently not even noticing his visitor in the corner. For a moment the office was quiet as he leaned his head against his hands, and then came the sounds of him rummaging through his desk. Had to find something to do or he'd be asleep before the end of the shift.

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On Fri, Apr 10, 2020 at 1:59 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
She was tired. Bone achingly tired. But it was a good tired. The tired of a productive day and it felt... beyond amazing. She had spent the day shadowing a Healer in the Infirmary - nothing difficult, nothing stressful - just being shown the ropes. Where to find things, how to book patients in, how to record it. Simple things. And the day had flown by in a blur. A good sort of blur.

Wandering down the tunnels to the Journeyman offices, before she went home, she wanted to stop and say thank you to Cremsden. It had been his help after all. Rubbing her eyes sleepily she felt the familiar thrum even before she got to his door. Quickly, only for a second, so it wouldn't make her head hurt, she borrowed the eyes of a particular dozy brown to see if the man was inside. No, no one was. Wanting to sit down and rest her pleasantly aching legs, Tyne crept inside the office, picking her way carefully over the bodies, Tyne settled herself on the floor in the corner where immediately, several of the firelizards had crawled onto her in a warm puddle of hide. 

So sleepy. Yawning widely, she leaned her head against the wall, letting her eyes drift closed...

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Re: Familiar faces in strange new places. (Tyne/S'ryll)

Nutmeg
 

OoC: And end! :D


On Fri, Apr 10, 2020 at 2:10 PM TrueTricia <tricia.nicewicz@...> wrote:
He watched her thoughts play out across her face, her eyes opening wide as his words affected her.  He hadn't known how they would have affected her, but he'd meant them.  He wondered briefly at the reasons WW Wygelle had sent her here.  No doubt a change of scenery was good for her in the direct aftermath, but these Arolosians had never known her as a Queen.  They couldn't respect her as such having not known her as one.  He knew the superstitions around dragons and dragonlore, but he'd never been much for that.  He'd grown up in a Hold where sensible notions and practical considerations had more weight.  Besides, this was Tyne.  

As she settled against him, he said simply, "of course," wrapping one arm lightly across her shoulders casually.  And as she reached out to touch Vastolth, finally coming into contact with the bronze and the giant eyelid coming up in sun-drenched contentment, S'ryll let out breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.  He realized he'd worried that if she couldn't handle being near Vastolth, that she wouldn't be able to be near him, and he'd lose her all over again.  That they were all three here, touching, meant his world would be alright, and the rest they could figure out as they went.  He didn't know what he was feeling towards her, and wasn't exactly in a rush to figure it out, but the one emotion that wouldn't go away was how happy he was that she was back in his life.  

They'd pass the rest of the afternoon like that, talking about light-hearted matters, nibbling at the picnic Tyne had brought with her.  The three of them -- plus a faire of firelizards -- taking comfort in old friends rediscovered....



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Re: Familiar faces in strange new places. (Tyne/S'ryll)

TrueTricia
 

He watched her thoughts play out across her face, her eyes opening wide as his words affected her.  He hadn't known how they would have affected her, but he'd meant them.  He wondered briefly at the reasons WW Wygelle had sent her here.  No doubt a change of scenery was good for her in the direct aftermath, but these Arolosians had never known her as a Queen.  They couldn't respect her as such having not known her as one.  He knew the superstitions around dragons and dragonlore, but he'd never been much for that.  He'd grown up in a Hold where sensible notions and practical considerations had more weight.  Besides, this was Tyne.  

As she settled against him, he said simply, "of course," wrapping one arm lightly across her shoulders casually.  And as she reached out to touch Vastolth, finally coming into contact with the bronze and the giant eyelid coming up in sun-drenched contentment, S'ryll let out breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.  He realized he'd worried that if she couldn't handle being near Vastolth, that she wouldn't be able to be near him, and he'd lose her all over again.  That they were all three here, touching, meant his world would be alright, and the rest they could figure out as they went.  He didn't know what he was feeling towards her, and wasn't exactly in a rush to figure it out, but the one emotion that wouldn't go away was how happy he was that she was back in his life.  

They'd pass the rest of the afternoon like that, talking about light-hearted matters, nibbling at the picnic Tyne had brought with her.  The three of them -- plus a faire of firelizards -- taking comfort in old friends rediscovered....


They said I could stay! (Tyne/Cremsden)

Nutmeg
 

She was tired. Bone achingly tired. But it was a good tired. The tired of a productive day and it felt... beyond amazing. She had spent the day shadowing a Healer in the Infirmary - nothing difficult, nothing stressful - just being shown the ropes. Where to find things, how to book patients in, how to record it. Simple things. And the day had flown by in a blur. A good sort of blur.

Wandering down the tunnels to the Journeyman offices, before she went home, she wanted to stop and say thank you to Cremsden. It had been his help after all. Rubbing her eyes sleepily she felt the familiar thrum even before she got to his door. Quickly, only for a second, so it wouldn't make her head hurt, she borrowed the eyes of a particular dozy brown to see if the man was inside. No, no one was. Wanting to sit down and rest her pleasantly aching legs, Tyne crept inside the office, picking her way carefully over the bodies, Tyne settled herself on the floor in the corner where immediately, several of the firelizards had crawled onto her in a warm puddle of hide. 

So sleepy. Yawning widely, she leaned her head against the wall, letting her eyes drift closed...

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Re: To Drinks Owed (Attn: T'lack/S'ryll)

sailyn2
 

"Well, nice to have an old friend," T'lack said with a nod. "Hopefully that will make your transition easier."


Re: To Drinks Owed (Attn: T'lack/S'ryll)

TrueTricia
 

"High Reaches Weyr, though the territory is home in general for me.  I grew up in the Hold.  She and I met after we'd both already Impressed.  She'd transferred in from elsewhere.  We became friends somewhere along the way, and it was nice to have a familiar face here.  Although Vastolth shocked her terribly when he showed up without warning."


Re: Familiar faces in strange new places. (Tyne/S'ryll)

Nutmeg
 

The genuineness of his words struck her. And she hadn't realised just how much she had needed to hear it. Not to suspect it or to hope it, but to actually hear it. Surprise filled her features, opening her incredibly dark eyes wide. In her most private, hopeful moments she wanted to know that people remembered her for who she had been - but had remembered it well, not as an analogy of grief. That she could still command such abject loyalty had deeply unsettled her, this much was true but at the same time... it had been a twang of something akin to hope. But it was deeply tempered with the worrying fear that she would let them down all over again. "Thank you..." 

It had been about all she could say but her soft voice was brimming with emotion as if she wasn't quite sure which way it wanted to take shape. Instead she had settled against him comfortably, feeling a little more of that familiar comfort again. It was a significant gesture, even if S'ryll may not have yet been able to identify it for what it was - the beginning of re-establishing trust. As Vastolth settled as well, Tyne gazed into that blue, whirling eye and had wanted to become lost. She could never forget how easy it had been to fall into a dragon's gaze and so many Riders, with the exception of R'zzon, had felt uneasy to be in her vicinity - like they didn't even want her to so much as breathe on their dragons. Hesitantly, pulling her hand back more than once, she gently laid her hand on the bronze's face, shuddering with a deep intake of breath at the feeling of warm hide under her hand, feeling the massive presence of strength. Not the same. Never the same. But if perhaps the dragons could forgive her... maybe the Riders could too.

The time would be pleasant. Innocent. And slowly the boundaries of safety might begin to draw drawn lightly in the sand. S'ryll would need to learn that Tyne's values of ambition had been replaced by deeply needed values of safety and trust. And in time, something of that ilk might have the opportunity to take place. But there would be no expectation of, well, anything. In many ways, the reappearance of the Bronzerider had caused a seismic shift in Tyne's rebuilding world, shaking at the already tentative foundations that were beginning to take new shape. Perhaps they needed a little testing as to just how well they could stand.


On Fri, Apr 10, 2020 at 12:52 AM TrueTricia <tricia.nicewicz@...> wrote:
He didn't try to get her to stay in his embrace, and pulled back slightly to give her space.  And already he wanted her back in his arms.  If she'd been anyone else, he'd have pulled her back in, but she had been a goldrider, and S'ryll's respect for that position meant that he wouldn't have been so bold unless she'd already more acquiescing to him.  That she no longer rode gold didn't' change that in his mind.  She would always hold that respect, even if she no longer held the rank.  He watched her closely, seeing these flickers across her face that he couldn't read anymore, but let him know that there were things (because that's what emotions are) going on behind her public facade.  

"Tyne, you commanded Vastolth earlier.  He told me as much.  Not a queen dragon, but you.  You will always have that power over him, over us.  That much hasn't changed," he said softly.  He wished things had turned out different, but if wishes were horses, the beggars would ride.  He saw her glance at the space where her dragon should have been, and mentally nudged Vastolth.

The bronze shifted, moving his head so that it came to rest beside Tyne, one whirling eye blue in contentment.  He gave a little whuff, as if he didn't already have their attention.  S'ryll smiled at her as she teased him.  "M'lady, Vastolth and I would be honored if you would accompany us in a few days hence to the water!" he said it with his most gallant voice, intimidating a pompous Lord Holder he'd once heard at a Gather.  



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Re: Kids These Days! atten: Kassia/B'lin

sailyn2
 

Kassia raised a glass to him as he entered. "Come. Talk with me about 'youth these days'." Her mood was pleasant enough for the moment, but that didn't necessarily mean much.
Brogan came sniffing over for a treat.