Date   

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.

Virus-free. www.avg.com

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?"

Virus-free. www.avg.com

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?"




-- 

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.





-- 

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.





-- 

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.





-- 

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.





-- 

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.





-- 

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.





-- 

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.





-- 

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.





-- 

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.





-- 

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.





-- 

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.





-- 

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.





-- 

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.





-- 

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.





-- 

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.





-- 

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.





-- 

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.





-- 

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.





-- 

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.

Virus-free. www.avg.com





-- 

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


Re: 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.

Virus-free. www.avg.com

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...

--
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Recluso#6042 on Discord

I'm sometimes slow and have the memory of a sieve at times, so don't hesitate to poke me if you think you've been forgotten!



--

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.



--
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Recluso#6042 on Discord

I'm sometimes slow and have the memory of a sieve at times, so don't hesitate to poke me if you think you've been forgotten!


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!"

--
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Recluso#6042 on Discord

I'm sometimes slow and have the memory of a sieve at times, so don't hesitate to poke me if you think you've been forgotten!


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.

Virus-free. www.avg.com


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...

--
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Recluso#6042 on Discord

I'm sometimes slow and have the memory of a sieve at times, so don't hesitate to poke me if you think you've been forgotten!



--

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


Re: 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....



--
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Recluso#6042 on Discord

I'm sometimes slow and have the memory of a sieve at times, so don't hesitate to poke me if you think you've been forgotten!


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...

--
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Recluso#6042 on Discord

I'm sometimes slow and have the memory of a sieve at times, so don't hesitate to poke me if you think you've been forgotten!


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.  



--
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Recluso#6042 on Discord

I'm sometimes slow and have the memory of a sieve at times, so don't hesitate to poke me if you think you've been forgotten!


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.


Re: You Need A(nother) Helper atten: R'tal/Kassia

sailyn2
 

"Nah, it's not worth upsetting the applecart," Kass said with a wave her hand. Or rather, R'tal was happy and she liked to keep R'tal happy. When it was convenient for her. "So she's working out well for you? Seems like a nice lady."


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

sailyn2
 

"Where is back home again?" "Tlack asked, not knowing much of Tyne's history past her Impressing and then losing her lifemate.


Re: Reserving Her Opinionatten: Kassia/S'yrell

sailyn2
 

On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 06:23 PM, TrueTricia wrote:
So she still wanted to play this game.  There was no way a couple bubblies got them this unless she could have had this anyways.  "They are gorgeous. Hard to believe Lady was wild..."

 

"Yeah, I don't know exactly where they got them from." She shrugged. That was the solid truth. She'd been given an approximation and who knew where they'd been running with everything else going on at the time, but wasn't going to complain.
Reaching up, she gave Lady one last pat. "I can show you who I usually ride, if you'd like."


Re: Housewarming Presents! (Dytha/Cremsden)

Nutmeg
 

Well, she wasn't expecting random body parts. Common sense dictated that it was likely some poor animal that had gotten trapped in this monstrosity of a mess. As she pulled the sacking to one side, the culprit came to light as the corpse of a not too long ago deceased and very, very much decomposing tunnelsnake was unveiled. 

"Urgh." She groaned as the smell hit her full in the face. "That smell better come out of here."

On Fri, Apr 10, 2020 at 10:19 AM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
"Urgh." Cremsden pulled a face. "Here, let me get a broom. We can poke whatever that is onto a dustpan or shovel or something."

Virus-free. www.avg.com

On Wed, Apr 8, 2020 at 7:00 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
The blue's delight brought another snort of laughter. "Well someone's made himself at home. Maybe I should stick a sign out front offering free flit baths." Another box was pushed aside, only to cause her to step back with a light groan as the very familiar smell of "something died in here" announced its presence. "Flaming shells," she growled, tentatively pulling what looked like mouldy sacking to one side. 

On Thu, Apr 2, 2020 at 9:37 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
"Erk." Cremsden pulled a face but Bitey, on his shoulder, gave a little cry of delight and leapt down to splash in the forming pool. "Huh. Well, those jars will need a good long boil but looks like you have a weyr with a built-in firelizard bathing pool."

On Thu, Apr 2, 2020 at 9:01 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
"I don't know, a lost fortune might cover some of the repairs this place is going to need." Dytha grunted as she heaved up a box, only to groan as it uncovered a patch of wall heavily streaked with damp, moisture pooling on the floor. "And that will be the leak they told me about." Setting the box to one side and carefully inspecting it, she was relieved to see that the sodden box contained empty salve jars, the small ones for small lotions to be distributed to patients to take home.

On Tue, Mar 31, 2020 at 10:21 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
"At this point I would wager the majority of them have been sitting five turns or more," Cremsden said reassuringly, heaving up the next box. "I mean, I'm not saying there *isn't* a lost Lady Holder's fortune sitting at the bottom of one of them but it seems unlikely." 

On Tue, Mar 31, 2020 at 6:18 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
"Hah. Lets make a punishment room for them filled with boxes containing Faranth only knows what. Expired numbweed in mysterious jars. Suspiciously stained sheets." Sure, a good amount of them pulled their weight and were content to do what was asked. But there had been more than one that turned up their nose at getting their hands dirty. "You sure they won't mind? I kinda feel like I should be making some sort of list if I'm going to be getting it out of here." It felt an awful lot like cutting a corner, even if what he was saying did make a lot of sense. 

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 11:18 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
"No, believe me, if there had been food Bitey would have been after it," Cremsden assured her. He rolled his sleeves up and set to work lifting down the most wobbly looking of the higher boxes. "The Infirmary might want a bit of this - empty numbweed jars, that kind of crap - but I promise you are not expected to inventory it. Let's just make sure it's dumped somewhere else safely and the next time I get a batch of Candidate apprentices who think we're their 3 hour a day playtime that can be their job."

Virus-free. www.avg.com

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 10:58 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
"Ah hah! So you're to blame! You know, when I first came up a few days ago, I couldn't even get the door open because stuff had fallen down behind it. Now I know I can blame someone for it." There was a cheeky mirth to her words as she gleefully grabbed hold of a new, non dust-filled rag and bottle of cleaning agent. "I did think about doing that. But figured I should at least open the top to make sure it's not valuable or filled with something useful I can pilfer. Like crates of biscuits so I can hide them as emergency rations should we ever run out of food."

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 10:39 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
Cremsden laughed. "You know it is just *slightly* possible that I dumped half of these here unopened when I cleared out the training rooms," he admitted. "Which is to say unless you desperately want to check all of them in case you find something useful I wouldn't bother. Not your job to find out where things *should* live. Just have to find some other conveniently empty space to dump them in and make them someone else's problem."

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 9:40 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
The "pshaw" and wave of her hand suggested that she didn't think that would be happening to her any time soon. Maybe in a week. "I'm starting to think they lied to me. There isn't a weyr under all of this. Just more mountains of boxes." She looked around as if wondering where to start first. That was part of the problem, there was so much in the way that she couldn't decide what needed to be done. "I got Ponth's ledge cleared first so she could sleep there. And I managed to get my bed in around that corner." The "weyr" was an unusual shape in that the door entering it entered into a narrow hallway first. The short wall had evidently come down at some point but had then allowed for a smaller cave-like section to be revealed which she was hoping she would be able to put a curtain across in order keep her bed from sight.At some point, she suspected that her "sleeping area" had in fact been some form of adjoining cupboard or similar. It then opened out into a smaller area where the stove could just about be seen in the corner. All being well, there would be just enough room for a couple of chairs and low table. 

Through all of this was a narrow trail that led to the way to Ponth's new ledge and somewhere, somewhere behind all of the rubbish, was a door to what she hoped was a still functioning bathing pool. But at this rate, she had already consigned herself to the possibility that it would be nothing more than a glorified hole in the ground.

--

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.

Virus-free. www.avg.com



--
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Florcott on AIM.

I'm sometimes slow and have the memory of a sieve at times, so don't hesitate to poke me if you think you've been forgotten!



--

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.



--
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Florcott on AIM.

I'm sometimes slow and have the memory of a sieve at times, so don't hesitate to poke me if you think you've been forgotten!



--

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.



--
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Florcott on AIM.

I'm sometimes slow and have the memory of a sieve at times, so don't hesitate to poke me if you think you've been forgotten!



--

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.



--
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Florcott on AIM.

I'm sometimes slow and have the memory of a sieve at times, so don't hesitate to poke me if you think you've been forgotten!



--

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.



--
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Recluso#6042 on Discord

I'm sometimes slow and have the memory of a sieve at times, so don't hesitate to poke me if you think you've been forgotten!


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

Nutmeg
 

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.

--
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Florcott on AIM.

I'm sometimes slow and have the memory of a sieve at times, so don't hesitate to poke me if you think you've been forgotten!



--
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Florcott on AIM.

I'm sometimes slow and have the memory of a sieve at times, so don't hesitate to poke me if you think you've been forgotten!



--
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Florcott on AIM.

I'm sometimes slow and have the memory of a sieve at times, so don't hesitate to poke me if you think you've been forgotten!



--
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Recluso#6042 on Discord

I'm sometimes slow and have the memory of a sieve at times, so don't hesitate to poke me if you think you've been forgotten!


Re: Now I have ALL the friends! (Tyne/R'zzon)

Nutmeg
 

"I'm glad you didn't. Because I wasn't horrid... just different." More acutely aware of the politics, more determined that she would never be the talk of scandalous whispers and as far as she had been concerned.... a goldrider and a bluerider was a scandal waiting to happen. Just look at her half-brother. Look at that poor bluerider who had somehow been the Weyrleader of Ista. No, she had made sure that the whispers about her were only ever of pride.. and maybe a good dose of envy. More proud, ambitious and determined that if she were ever written about in the Harper ballads, it would be for a reason to be remembered.

The arm that suddenly wrapped itself around her waist brought a gasp of surprise, but clearly not panic and she leaned into his warmth. The sudden press of lips against her own was equally surprising but she found herself pressing into it for the briefest of moments before breaking away, her cheeks redder than the angriest sunburn. But she didn't look upset, nor scared. And that was the important part. There was the smallest of smiles as she glanced sheepishly at him, tucking her hair behind her ears.

On Fri, Apr 10, 2020 at 2:11 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Was she saying what he thought she was saying? If only, R'zzon thought. 

"I guess it's a good thing I didn't know you then," he said lightly. "I never realized I could help someone out in your...shoes." Shoes holding the cutest little feet he'd ever seen. "I'm glad to be helpful."

He liked when she touched him, her hand was soft and cool against his cheek. Impulsively he snaked his arm around her and kissed her lightly on the lips.

On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 5:37 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
If Tyne had been able to glimpse into R'zzon's thoughts, she would have been floored that the Bluerider had been having those considerations. That he wanted to think of her in that way. A little piece of her had begun to believe that no one ever would. That she would always be thought too broken, too fragile. To have known that someone might want her. Now there was a thread of shining possibility. 

The arm belonging to the hand in her own was hugged tightly, bringing the hand up to rest it against her cheek as she pressed against it. "I feel safe when you're here. Calm. Like you're sunshine coming through the black clouds. I don't feel... so adrift. Like I'm being kept on the ground again. And I don't know if I would have found that if not for you." Her eyes sparkled, filled with sudden and impromptu tears, but the expression on her face showed that they weren't of sadness. "If not for you... for Idri... I have so much to thank you both for. And when I'm able, I want to be able to... to show I'm grateful. So grateful that I... I can't even put it properly into words. You gave me a chance. When... when I wouldn't have. Not then. And you've been so kind. And... I wouldn't have been." It was becoming apparent that this was a major source of conflict for her. That she had experienced kindness from the people who, only a handful of turns before, she would have turned her nose up at. And she knew she wasn't that person anymore in more ways that not just having a golden status symbol standing behind her. She was someone entirely new. But with the ghosts of the past whispering in the back of her thoughts, it was hard not to make the comparison.

On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 1:19 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
He was getting used to these changes between child-like Tyne and adult-Tyne. He liked them both, but there were days that he wondered if adult-Tyne would be adult long enough for an adult relationship. But he wasn't going to push that. If they were going to stay in the friend zone, they would. Because she deserved someone who understood her, or at least tried to understand her.

Gently he held took her hand. "Thank you. I do enjoy our time together; probably because I never know what's going to happen." He smiled. "It's always an adventure with you."

On Wed, Apr 8, 2020 at 2:19 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
"Afraid makes sense. I'm the living breathing evidence of the very worst thing a Rider could dare to imagine - and doesn't dare to most of the time. And having someone like me pop up when least expected is like having a crawler thrown at you in the dark." It was a very solemn, albeit sensible analogy. As much as it hurt to see the fear, she understood why it was there. Even if she wished she didn't. And wished that they were looking at someone else instead.

Carefully setting the little green back into her basket-nest, the creature burrowed herself down into the blanket, cheeping delightedly at the sudden comfort and several of her faire-siblings immediately huddled close, sharing each others warmth. Absently, Tyne wondered if there would be a way to keep the basket warm but tucked the thought away - that was an idea to take home and think on.

She turned to R'zzon, her expression soft as she leaned toward him to gently sweep his hair from his eyes. "I will keep the very best for you. Because it's the least I can do for everything you have done for me."

On Wed, Apr 8, 2020 at 12:15 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
R'zzon raised his brows--only slightly, but he knew Tyne would see it. It was rare that she would talk about herself and her...status. But he'd long-since gotten over being uncomfortable around her. She used to be a rider, one who would probably have never given him a second glance (even though some women thought him glance-worthy, but the ones who she did pay attention to only wanted her for her gold. 

And the power that could bring.

But the point was moot now. And he considered himself lucky to be around her.

"You say that as if I should think you're a problem," he said softly. "I'll admit that when I first met you I was a little...afraid, I guess. But I'm glad I got to know you, and you've never been a problem in my opinion."  She was much easier to talk to than some of the self-important riders in his wing.

"Maybe," he started off almost shyly, "Maybe when Bobbin rises, she'll let me have one of her eggs?" And if by some weird chance Tyne Impressed that one too, it wouldn't be a hardship.

On Sun, Apr 5, 2020 at 10:15 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Tyne was enjoying the closeness of someone else, someone in her tiny circle that made her feel safe. "I wanted you to see them. I don't think Idri knows what to do with me now, though. But...." Her voice trailed away and she looked sheepish, almost a little guilty. "... They're talking about letting me live alone again. Be more independent." It was a massive step and part of her was convinced it couldn't possibly be a good idea whilst another part of her was positively swooning at the idea. Her own time. Her own space. Yes, she adored Idri - considering the woman family, not a minder. But she couldn't help but wish she was entirely considered a functional adult again. 

Zeeti was delighted by the attention, letting out a rumbling croon that was akin to a purr as she rubbed her head against R'zzon's fingers. The blue in question, soon to be known as "Song", one half of the mischievous pair made up by his brother, the equally naughty "Dance" had indeed settled himself back to sleep whilst another blue and two greens snuggled up closer, yawning and stretching like kittens in a basket. Cairn took a sniff and hopped away, clearly not too entirely impressed. Bobbin on the other hand, crawled into the basket and curled herself up around the tiny bodies, looking for all the world like a tiny gold dragon in the immediate aftermath of a hatching. Tyne was clearly delighted, stooping to kiss the top of Bobbin's head fondly. Fortunately, Myandith hadn't been quite so maternal with her clutches, glad to be rid of them so she could get back to her court of admirers as soon as possible and hating having been confined to the Hatching Sands instead of being on full view for all to admire. It was the difference like this that grounded her, stopping her mind trying to turn the tiny gold into a gold that... didn't exist anymore.

"I think you'd do marvellously with a little flit. Maybe an adorable little green or a reliable, chunky brown. You've got all the patience they need. I mean... if you can be patient with me, a flit would be no problem at all." She smiled sheepishly up at him, clearly unsure whether it was okay that, likely for the very first time, she had made light of the terrible situation which they had found themselves.

On Sun, Apr 5, 2020 at 2:41 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
R'zzon reached out a finger and rubbed Zeeti's head. "If I ever get a firelizard, I'd want them to be like this one. She's going to be a beauty when she grows up." He looked in the basket at the firelizards settling back down to sleep. "That blue is going to be trouble, though. If you, Cairn and Bobbin were able to get him to go back to sleep, he wasn't hungry. So he did that just to be a brat."  



On Sun, Apr 5, 2020 at 7:04 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Tyne covered the hand on her arm with her own, much smaller one, her slim fingers threading easily through his own and she smiled up at him - a warm, genuine smile that made her often so dark and sad eyes sparkle brightly. "I knew you'd understand." I was so hard to put it into words that someone could follow because it was so hard to understand in her own mind as well. How did you put into words something that every core of your being said was wrong and unnatural so that someone else could make sense of it? She rested her head against his arm for a moment, enjoying the warmth coming through his sleeve. 

The moment was disrupted by the head of tiny blue sticking his head out of the blanket with a loud and bewildered squawk. The others followed suit and started shouting angrily for the reason for their disruption. "Oh hush, shush now babies," Tyne cooed, pulling her hand away to lean into the basket. Bobbin contributed too, leaning in and warbling at the shouting hatchlings. They were safe and could go back to sleep, sleep was good, they needed lots of sleep. Safety and comfort and the need to sleep was the overarching emotions being pushed at the disturbed firelizards and several of them quietened, watching their observers with whirling eyes. "Not all, I have named some!" Tyne pointed at a brown who was watching them suspiciously. "Like him, he's Chief. He listens a lot, especially to Cairn. I think he's going to be the Wingsecond." She held up the tiny green who was still clinging to her free hand, the green squealed and chirruped and Tyne nuzzled her fondly, the green butting against her chin with her own tiny head. "And this is Zeeti. She's an absolute sweetheart. I can tell she's going to be a cuddlebug."

On Sat, Apr 4, 2020 at 9:08 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
R'zzon hoped he would never, ever have to experience what Tyne was going through. But he could be there for her. And he could at least try to understand.

"I'm glad you have them," he said. "I'm glad you can get some relief from the silence." He didn't hug her, as he was never sure if hugging would frighten her. But he did put a hand on her arm, and bent over to look at the basket of firelizards.

"I love their colors," he said. "Have you named them all yet?"

On Thu, Apr 2, 2020 at 4:13 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
She waited silently whilst he thought, aware that he seemed to be processing what she said and thinking very carefully about what he was going to say next. It was one of the things she appreciated about him. He was careful and considerate, not overly impulsive or reckless. It was safe. And she liked safe. As he spoke, she nodded with eager encouragement, elated that he was in a way, on the right track.

"The space that is Myrandith. Will always be Myrandith, even if she isn't there anymore is... is like looking into a gaping chasm. You can't see the bottom. It goes on forever..." She paused, waving her hands awkwardly and carefully scooping up a tiny green that was trying to escape her basket nest and gently smoothed her light green hide. "And the silence is the loudest noise you can possibly imagine. But it's silence. But it's so loud all at the same time and you can't... you can't stop yourself standing on the edge, looking for the bottom, waiting for the sound that's meant to be there." 

Tyne let out a sudden hiccup as the familiar swell of emotion made her chest ache and a lump form in her throat. "But they," And she gestured at Bobbin who creeled softly at her and Cairn, watching her intently. "...When they're there, I can see glimpses of colour inside that chasm. Can feel whispers of voices that break the silence down just enough. Just so it's bearable. When they're all there. All the others, even the ones that aren't mine, the colours are more vibrant and their voices are... are..." She fumbled for the word she was looking for. "... They're like listening to a sea shell and hearing the sea. It's a constant rush of smaller, simpler voices."

On Thu, Apr 2, 2020 at 12:57 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
R'zzon stood there and listened. He thought about the Panagath-shaped place in his mind, filled with everything that was Panagath, and nothing else.

{{And why would there be something in my space?}} Panagath asked, albeit softly. 

If Panagath were gone, he'd just absolutely die. But if he wasn't allowed to...he didn't have his own firelizard, but he supposed that having something in his mind...

"I think I understand. The noise and chatter of your firelizards covers Myrandith's silence. Or, maybe not covers," he says thoughtfully, "softens it." It meant a lot to him that he got this right. He tried to understand Tyne, because she needed someone to understand. Not just say they understood, but to really be able to emphathize.


On Mon, Mar 30, 2020 at 5:15 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
"No," Tyne said matter of factly, breaking from her role of adoring mother wherry to look up at R'zzon. "I have ten. Aaru belongs to Bobbin. She only listens to me because I can hear her. And because Bobbin tells her to." That she was now the owner of an absurd amount of firelizards didn't register as anything other than absolute bliss. "I can hear all of them, together..." she babbled happily. "... They're making the space smaller. Myrandith's space. Oh, R'zzon..." Tyne signed dreamily, letting herself indulge in the feelings filling her mind as though it were a warm blanket on the coldest of winters. "... I can't explain it, I can't."

The giddy childishness was slipping away slightly, replaced by the more lucid tones that Tyne had been beginning to display more and more of late. "... My head," she went on to explain. "... It's not so quiet. So empty. Like there's patches of colour and emotion that are just covering the space. It's still her shape... her shadow. But it's like part of it is being filled...." Tyne paused, frowning. "... No," she said suddenly, a stern note to her voice. "... not filled in. She's always there underneath. It's... like a blanket. A blanket of noise that's the right kind of noise." It was so hard to explain and she wrung her hands slightly as consternation flickered over her face. She struggled to understand it herself because she could always feel her gold there. Could always feel how Myrandith's presence was meant to be there. But the tiny flashes of emotion and image without a defined, individual voice... they were a patchwork blanket of comforting similarity without attempting to replace or forget the individual that had been there first. 

On Mon, Mar 30, 2020 at 12:05 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Nine firelizards? R'zzon boggled. Which gave her..,"You have eleven firelizards now?" How could she handle that? But, looking at the sheer happiness on her face, maybe it was a good thing. She seemed less haunted than she had been.

"So, where did they come from?" he asked. "I haven't seen you in a few days, so this had to have happened recently."  He ran his fingers through his hair. What did one say to someone who just Impressed nine more firelizards?

{{Congratulations is a good start.}}

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 12:01 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Her expression took on a mischievous bent as she gently pulled back the blanket some more. A blanket that had begun to rustle and move of its own accord. "All of them." she beamed as one by one, the tiny and yawning heads of baby firelizards began to pop up between the folds like springs popping out of a mattress. Three... four... five... six... seven.. eight...nine.

Tyne looked nothing but proud of herself and Bobbin stuck her head into the top of the basket, whistling softly at the sleepy babies, a bizarre echo of the way in which Tyne cooed and fussed over her little brood.

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 4:08 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
"What the..." R'zzon looked at the two babies she showed him. Two baby firelizards. "So you Impressed a couple more firelizards?" he said in confusion. But they were so close together. And it was such a large basket...

Suddenly he was wide awake.  "How many friends did you make?" he asked. Panagath was chuckling in the background. R'zzon had the feeling that if Panagath were human, he'd be rolling on the floor right now.

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 9:57 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
"Friends!" she proclaimed again. "You need to wake up some more. You're not making full sentences." Of course, she hadn't known that the poor man had probably only had a mere handful of hours of sleep. She reverently pored over the basket, cooing at it slightly. "I made lots of friends yesterday. At the beach! And they're Bobbin and Cairn's friends too!" Never mind that Cairn wasn't entirely sure about how he felt about the new little interlopers, Bobbin was positively infatuated, no doubt her own maternal streak as a gold feeding from Tyne's own adoration.

She reached for R'zzon's arm, pulling at his sleeve to pull him closer to the table. "You need to be quiet, you'll scare them. They're sleeping." The words were punctuated by barely contained giggles as she eased the lid of the basket halfway off. "Wakey wakey" she cooed into the basket, pulling the folds of a blanket aside to reveal two tiny firelizards, one brown and one green, fast asleep and their bellies distended from their recent breakfast.

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 1:27 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
"Friends?" R'zzon's sleep muddled mind could barely keep up with Tyne's exuberance. His eyes fell upon the basket, but he didn't see what was in it. The way Cairn and Bobbin were hovering around the basket was some type of clue. Something important in the basket. He struggled with connecting the dots.

Cairn and Bobbin were firelizards. Firelizards were small dragons. Dragons were always wanting to eat. Therefore, the basket must have food in it. He nodded, pleased with himself that he'd been able to think rationally.

{{Firelizards are not small dragons, thank you very much,}} Panagath said. {{I'm insulted that you would ever think that.}}

R'zzon ignored him.

"But haven't Bobbin and Cairn always been your friends?" he asked her.

On Sat, Mar 28, 2020 at 4:28 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Tyne was beaming so widely that one wrong move would probably split her face from ear to ear as R'zzon opened his door and bleared at her. Somewhere through the waves of sated sleep and overwhelming glee, she noted his barely awake face.

"Wake up sleepy! I brought my new friends to meet you!"

Brandishing the basket high, she jostled past him into his weyr, practically bouncing with ever step. Like arrows from a bow, Bobbin and Cairn shot after her, settling on the table that Tyne gently set her basket on and huddling around it. It was clear that both flits were on high alert, heads twitching every which way as though assessing the entire room for any possible dangers.

"I made friends! All on my own!" And she was so achingly pleased about that fact. It radiated from her as she puffed up her slim frame and an innocence seemed to ripple from her. It wasn't the strange, childlike Tyne she had been, rather, it was the image of someone who was surrounded by a bubble of innocent naivety. A bubble that kept all of the bad things away. Besides, she was so giddy with all the new noise in her head that it made her feel drunk and the feeling of sated baby flits in her head made her feel heavy and clumsy like she was wading through water. It was delightful. Feelings in a way that she hadn't thought she would remotely feel every again. Patching up the Myrandith space. Not forgetting it. Just making it more bearable. Draping it with brightly coloured flags that made the hole seem a little smaller. Keeping Myrandith sacred. Just... easier to bear.

On Sat, Mar 28, 2020 at 8:00 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
R'zzon had been on late watch, and had fallen into bed in the early hours of the morning. Therefore, he didn't at first hear the persistent knocking.

{{Hey, boyo, your girlfriend's here,}} an amused Panagath said, waking him up from a sound sleep. He wasn't sure what he'd been dreaming about, but whatever it was, he'd liked it. and wanted more.

[[My what?]] he sleepily asked.

{{The no-longer-goldrider you've been around a log.}} 

Tyne? First he bolted up from bed, then realized that if something had happened, Idri would be there and not Tyne herself. "Hang on," he called out, quickly donning a semi-clean shirt and pants. Barefoot he padded over to his door.

"Hi," he said, almost tongue-tied. He didn't see anything untoward at first so he motioned her in. "Come on in. Is everything alright?"

On Sat, Mar 28, 2020 at 1:36 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
OoC: Fuzzied back approximately 2 months and set the day after Tyne finds her brood.

IC: When she had turned up back at home, beaming with rapturous happiness, Idri hadn't know whether to laugh, cry, shout or all of the above. As Tyne had waded into their living quarters, baby firelizards hanging off almost every inch of her (or so it had seemed), the poor Healer had spent the next hour trying to figure out two things, one - what in the wide world had happened and two - had her charge found a nest that didn't belong to her and they were about to get a very angry owner banging on the door.

The story had come out, coaxed between Tyne's distracted thoughts and copious giggles as she bathed and oiled each and every one of her new charges, wrapped in the wonderful cacophony of emotion that flooded her mind and Myrandith's empty space. The sun was barely sunk below the Rim before Idri had found the dragonless woman fast asleep on the couch, exhausted by her day's adventure and snoring lightly.

She had been left there until late into the following morning when Tyne had awoken to the sensation of hunger. Hers and that of nine others. Idri had abandoned her to go to a shift and truth be told, had needed to run away in order to figure out what she was going to do with Tyne. Tyne hadn't cared. No one had told her off and she was so enveloped in new sensations that she drifted along in a bubble of delirious happiness as she spent a blissful two hours tending to her new flock.

There was someone else that she was itching to tell as well. She had tried to make her new friends cling to her like they had yesterday but now, fat and sated they were lazy and snoring. With a "hmph!" she had found something even better, one of the baskets Idri used to organise their laundry. Each little body was tucked into its own nest of a blanket and the basket scooped up as Tyne scampered down the tunnels, trying not to bounce her previous cargo too much. Bobbin and Cairn flew over her, the gold fiercely watching for predators. Her maternal streak had kicked off and then some as Tyne made her way to a familiar door and began rapping on it loudly and persistently.

--
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Florcott on AIM.

I'm sometimes slow and have the memory of a sieve at times, so don't hesitate to poke me if you think you've been forgotten!



--
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Florcott on AIM.

I'm sometimes slow and have the memory of a sieve at times, so don't hesitate to poke me if you think you've been forgotten!



--
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Florcott on AIM.

I'm sometimes slow and have the memory of a sieve at times, so don't hesitate to poke me if you think you've been forgotten!



--
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Florcott on AIM.

I'm sometimes slow and have the memory of a sieve at times, so don't hesitate to poke me if you think you've been forgotten!



--
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Florcott on AIM.

I'm sometimes slow and have the memory of a sieve at times, so don't hesitate to poke me if you think you've been forgotten!



--
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Florcott on AIM.

I'm sometimes slow and have the memory of a sieve at times, so don't hesitate to poke me if you think you've been forgotten!



--
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Florcott on AIM.

I'm sometimes slow and have the memory of a sieve at times, so don't hesitate to poke me if you think you've been forgotten!



--
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Florcott on AIM.

I'm sometimes slow and have the memory of a sieve at times, so don't hesitate to poke me if you think you've been forgotten!



--
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Florcott on AIM.

I'm sometimes slow and have the memory of a sieve at times, so don't hesitate to poke me if you think you've been forgotten!



--
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Florcott on AIM.

I'm sometimes slow and have the memory of a sieve at times, so don't hesitate to poke me if you think you've been forgotten!



--
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Recluso#6042 on Discord

I'm sometimes slow and have the memory of a sieve at times, so don't hesitate to poke me if you think you've been forgotten!


Re: You're willing to take me back, right? (Dytha/Larsin)

Nutmeg
 

"I don't expect to. I am happy to be demoted back to the rank of Apprentice and be considered as new to the craft." Dytha's solemn face emphasised that she had had this thought herself. "However, I would like to note that during my Weyrlinghood my knowledge of draconic anatomy has improved considerably through the anatomical lesson we were required to observe. My own understanding of the draconic bond now has first hand knowledge due to my own Impression as has my understanding of the impact of dragon or Rider illness and injury on the respective other half."

Dytha paused. She hadn't brought it with her, but she definitely had something that she thought might catch his eye. "And I used almost the entirety of my weyrlinghood to document the development of the second Pass dragons."

On Fri, Apr 10, 2020 at 2:04 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Larsin nodded. "I see." His face was stern and unforgiving, though inside he was dancing a jig. Of course he wanted Dytha back. But he wasn't going to make it easy for her because...well, because he liked to be difficult.

"You've missed three Turns of studies, so what makes you think you can pick up where you left off?"

On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 4:53 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
"I'd heard about a new microscope!" Her enthusiasm was very genuine and she couldn't help but look around in case she could see one. She didn't care what the majority seemed to think, as far as she was concerned there was a whole lot that the Oldtimers had been saying which had made a whole lot of sense. And it had made for even more questions. Cleaning off her own hands, the habit as natural as breathing, Dytha looked at him matter of factly.

"I'm not going to beat about the wherry. You probably heard that most of use graduated." The "finally" didn't have to said verbally, it was heavily implied in the silence. "And they told me that they don't expect me to be a full Rider, more an... emergency "Oh Faranth we're REALLY desperate" Rider. Which is more than fine by me! Because I want to come back. I want to come back so badly like you can't even imagine."

On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 1:11 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Larsin began to smooth oh the past, thinly at first then a bit thicker as the thin layer dried. 

"Microscopes that are way superior than the primitive things we've been using." He pointed to the workbench, where they did a lot of studying. "As I'm sure you know, some varieties of plants that are way superior to what we had. I've got my own greenhouse in the back, since I can never trust the Healers to have enough for us, too. Some medicines that take less time to get our patients feeling better." Wingsail repaired, he looked over at her and grinned. "I had to pay a hefty price for all this knowledge, but it was worth it."

He rose and washed his hands of the gunk he'd been using. "So, is there a reason you're gracing us with your visit?"

On Wed, Apr 8, 2020 at 5:26 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Even the snapped tones were a delight on her ears. She had missed the Master, recognising a deep source of valuable knowledge that she had been determined to learn from. Plus, his mind was curious, not completely bound by "well that's just the way its been" and asked questions that made sense because they were logical pondering. He didn't have to ask twice. Briskly she stepped in, rolling up her sleeves and dunking her hands in the waiting bowl of redwort to disinfect them before she stepped carefully to the side of the green, bending down to the wher's view but at a comfortable enough distance that she wasn't in the creature's face. Dragons were one thing, as were flits. Whers were an entirely different kettle of fish.

"You're going to feel another set of hands on you, lovely. My name's Dytha. You let me know if I'm making you uncomfortable."

Standing back up, she moved back to Larsin's side. Yes, that was definitely a torn wingsail. Carefully she smoothed out the membrane, holding it flat and as straight as possible to bring the edges together as neatly as she could. "Skin paste, 'ey? What other tricks did they leave behind?"

On Wed, Apr 8, 2020 at 12:04 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
"Don't just stand out there, come in and help me with this beast," Larsin snapped, but he hid a smile as he did so. Dytha was one of the few apprentices he'd ever known who was worth talking to. And training. He hadn't been thrilled with the fact that she'd Impressed, albeit accidentally, but he also appreciated the chance to get to know at least one of the Tiny Travelers up close and personal.

"Her wingsail is torn, and she keeps ripping open the stitches. Lasinda told me she has her eyes on a certain blue, and doesn't want any other greens encroaching on her territory." Larsin affectionately rubbed the headknobs of his green wher. "If you could hold it straight, I'm going to try some of this skin-paste the SEFers showed me."

On Sun, Apr 5, 2020 at 7:24 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
"Mendl!" Dyha recognised the other Healer and she was given a rare smile. Dytha was genuinely pleased to see her. She'd come to realise just how insulated she had been as a Weyrling. Sure, they had been granted more freedom as they approached their graduation but for the most part, they just seemed to stick with each other. And that was more than a little awkward when a good percentage of your classmates were either avidly talking about their new roles or were still so young they wouldn't be leaving the Weyrling Wing any time soon. She laughed heartily at Mendl's quip. "There's a surprise. Fancy themselves to be these incredible Healers and faint at the first sight of ichor. Bunch of wherryheads." She began to set off towards the back, pausing to shout over her shoulder. "I've not got a huge amount of time but send me your shift schedule - when you're about for it, lets go and get some lunch or something." It was a rare invitation, rarer still for Dytha to offer one so freely. Maybe she could make some of her old acquaintances into something more resembling a friend.

She headed through the Infirmary, approaching the section that Mendl had been referring to. She didn't go directly in, instead calling out. "Master Larsin? Are you free to speak?"

On Sat, Apr 4, 2020 at 9:12 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Mendl looked up from the tinctures she was creating. "Hi Dytha. Long time. Yes, he's in back with a green that was injured last Threadfall." She put down her supplies. "I heard that your group was mostly going back into your crafts, right? I'm glad to see you're back. So far all the apprentices who've come here have left  screaming for the Beastcraft." She giggled. "Wusses."


On Thu, Apr 2, 2020 at 4:22 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
As much as she had been looking forward to this day, she was also terrified. Oh, Master Larsin had told her when she had impressed that she could come back. But that had been so long ago. Almost three turns and Dytha's sensible head told her that it was entirely likely that he had found a new protege by now.In fact it had been several months since she had been able to see him at all, caught up in the finalisation of her drill training and eventual graduation.

But she had told the Weyrlingmasters she would be returning to her Craft. Now she needed to find out whether that was still even a viable plan. She had checked the schedule and knew that the Master was due to be working that day and she had made sure she was refreshed and smart. Most importantly, she had ensured that she had her ace in the hole. The research project she had worked on detailing the growth rate of the 2nd Pass weyrling dragons. It was a thick and well used journal. She had documented it all. Including her own experiences with Ponth.

It was well into the morning by the time she actually plucked up the courage to head down to the Infimary, going through to the dragon side and looking around for any familiar faces. "Hey, has anyone seen Master Larsin?" she called out, knowing full well that with her luck, he was up to his elbows in dragon guts and far too busy to speak with the likes of her. 

--
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Florcott on AIM.

I'm sometimes slow and have the memory of a sieve at times, so don't hesitate to poke me if you think you've been forgotten!



--
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Florcott on AIM.

I'm sometimes slow and have the memory of a sieve at times, so don't hesitate to poke me if you think you've been forgotten!



--
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Florcott on AIM.

I'm sometimes slow and have the memory of a sieve at times, so don't hesitate to poke me if you think you've been forgotten!



--
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Florcott on AIM.

I'm sometimes slow and have the memory of a sieve at times, so don't hesitate to poke me if you think you've been forgotten!



--
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Recluso#6042 on Discord

I'm sometimes slow and have the memory of a sieve at times, so don't hesitate to poke me if you think you've been forgotten!