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

Laura Walker
 

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


Re: It's hard to be in charge atten: Kassia/M'gal

sailyn2
 

"I certainly didn't expect to Impress gold," Kassia said, drawing him to the chair behind his desk so that she could sit on his lap. She'd told him most about her past, but oddly this had never specifically come up. "I like women. I was a horrible person. You know that my parents told me what a horrible person I was and basically didn't want me, then Weyrwoman Morena at Fort told me that. May was well act the part, right? Girls like that Impressed green, if anything. Then, my Weyrlinghood...being grounded to my Weyr. Threatening to make Foreth eat firestone...Yeah, it was a long time into my life before I straightened up and wanted to be Weyrwoman Second to Wygelle. And then Weyrwoman. Honestly, I don't know what I would have done if Foreth hadn't managed to rise first after Wygelle left."


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

Jessica Freise
 

"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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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: Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be Riders (De'con/Delysia/Razelth)

Nutmeg
 

As the woman stepped forward, De'con was pleasantly surprised. She was, for lack of better wording, astoundingly beautiful with an exotic touch that he was sure captured the hearts... and loins... of more than the occasional admirer. Spotting the knots, he inclined his head again in polite acknowledgement of her rank. "You'd be welcome to tell to get on out of here, I promise I won't take offence." His speaking voice was as soft a drawl as his singing voice and he leaned forward, bringing his own features more clearly into the light. "But you'd be right ma'am. I landed just a few days ago. De'con of bronze Ourneth. It certainly is a pleasure. And the song? Well, I guess not knowing it isn't too much a surprise either - it's one of mine - just some twiddlings I put together."

The sight of the tiny gold brought a short laugh of clearly delighted surprise. "Well hello there, lovely one. I'm sure glad that you approve. I wouldn't be wantin' to make anyone's ears bleed."

On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 4:45 AM <mglady3@...> wrote:
"The acoustics in these caverns are very good indeed." Delysia agreed, taking the last few steps to bring her to De'con's side, now that she was certain of doing so without breaking the musician's attention. 

"You play well, though I don't recognize the song." She offered. "I don't think I've seen you around here before either." She added, conversationally. It was hard to make out exact features in the dark, but Delysia didn't think she could be mistaken about a voice. Casually, she slung the rope toy she'd been carrying over one shoulder. Almost immediately, a pale golden shape, recognizable even in the darkness, dove down to land there, tiny golden claws digging into the rope for stability. Aoede peered at the stranger and crooned softly.

The corners of Delysia's mouth curved. "Even Aoede agrees. And she's the real critic here."


On Wed, Apr 8, 2020 at 2:52 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
"... I guess I'll see you, somewhere around... You'll never know when, I'll be.... back around...."

It wasn't a loud or ostentatious singing designed to capture someone's attention. It was a low, intimate hum of a song as if it was being directly sung to the person whom it was intended. It was accompanied by intricate strains as his fingers jumped over the strings. He clearly knew the instrument well, his eyes closed half the time and not needing to look at the strings. He was aware of the shape of someone stepping closer but made no move to cut the music short. It just sounded too damn good in the cave for him to give it up until it was done.

It went on for several more minutes. An almost melancholic song of regret. Sure, it was a little corny around the edges, but there was a soothing quality to it. "... It's funny, lady... how time slips away..."

The four thrumming strums of stronger chords, plus the fact he finally took his hand away indicated that he was indeed finished. Setting the instrument carefully to one side, and making a note to take his boots off the railing, De'con turned to Delysia. He couldn't see her too clearly in the soft light but could tell from her outline that it was definitely a "her". "Ma'am." he said in greeting with a tip of his head that seemed to say, if he was wearing a hat, he would have tipped that in greeting too. Common sense dictated that this was possibly the gold's rider but the light wasn't strong enough to make any notes clear just yet. "I hope my caterwauling isn't waking up the Weyr. But the acoustics were too good to pass up."

OoC: I'm going on the assumption that the cavern gets pretty dark in the evening so that the gold can rest more easily - so I'm assuming that right now, the most he can see of Delysia is some shadows and a few details :P

On Wed, Apr 8, 2020 at 4:22 AM <mglady3@...> wrote:
Delysia usually chose to spend her evenings and nights in the Caverns so that she could be close to Razelth. There was a smallish cavern off of the main cavern that adapted beautifully into temporarily living quarters. Delysia had moved in the night before, but even the most supremely organized person could not move with forgetting *something*. Or several somethings.

It was with the latest *something* in hand - Boudicca's favorite cat toy, a bunch of colorfully knotted ropes - that Delysia return find soft strains of music drifting out of the cavern entrance. 

If Delysia wasn't so aware of her own dignity and what was due to it, she would have groaned. She was starting to regret her announcement to the candidates, because it seemed to have encouraged every hack who could lay hands on an instrument to facing themselves a musician. But that was before she stopped and really had a listen.

This one...well, this one actually sounded like he knew what he was doing. And with Delysia's acutely musical ear, that was no mean compliment. Curious now, she move quietly and swiftly through the cavern tunnel on soft, though well padded boots. She picked her way through the stands to where the musician sat. Though she did not try to hide, neither did she attempt to break his concentration. 



On Mon, Apr 6, 2020 at 3:51 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
It had been a nice surprise to learn that there was clutch on the Sands. Another new start, just like his own. And the rumours on the berry vine had been that the gold was rather partial to a bit of music. And that suited him just fine. Ourneth had caught a gold once. Just once. The lump had insisted that his Rider play for "his" babies all of the time. Hopefully this wouldn't turn into a regular occurrence, but it might be a good way to while away the time, maybe meet someone or two. Preferably someone with a musical ear.

Being that it was getting on in the day, there was next to no one in the stands. No, he didn't mind Candidates but he wasn't in the mood to entertain half a dozen kids. He wasn't exactly dressed to impress a goldrider, clad in a well worn, comfortable checked shirt, his sleeves rolled up, an equally worn pair of trousers and his most favourite pair of boots that had definitely missed polishing day more than once. But his gitar, that had been well and truly loved, the deep sheen of well polished care giving the rich dark wood a lustrous glow.

Making himself comfortable, boots up on the safety railing, he twiddled with the strings as he tuned he instrument expertly, fingers plucking until he found the right note. He could see the dark shape of the gold in the dim light, but didn't address her directly - just in case she were resting.

The acoustics in here were astounding and for several minutes he let the rich noise echo around the cave, a pleasant strumming before he added his low tenor to it, a drawling croon that complimented the gitar's melody.

"Well, hello there... my, it's been a long, long time... How you doing? Oh, I guess that I'm doin' fine..."

OoC: Yes, he is basically singing Willie Nelson's "Funny How Time Slips Away". Because he's a cowboy at heart ;)

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Re: A lullaby to make time fly. (Ysolde/Delysia)

Nutmeg
 

And that might be a problem. Ysolde suddenly realised something  - had she even told the goldrider her name? "I'm sure she doesn't know me. I only met her twice. The night Razelth clutched and when she came to tell the Candidates about it." She fidgeted, suddenly looking a little miserable when she realised that her glorious plan was.... actually not all that well thought out. "You could tell her it's Candidate Ysolde?" Maybe, for some wonderful reason, the woman would have cause to know her. Because even just a sliver of recognition? Well, that would be beyond marvellous in itself.


On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 4:26 AM <mglady3@...> wrote:
It was the kind guard who spoke again, holding up his hand in the universal sign for `slow down and take a deep breath`. "It's alright, miss." He said, giving Ysolde an encouraging smile. "I can ask if she has time to see you. Who should I say is calling?"


On Wed, Apr 8, 2020 at 2:40 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
That the man spoke to her so kindly helped, he reminded her an awful lot of her own father and she managed a small smile but inwardly she cursed. Why hadn't she thought to make an appointment?! Of course a Goldrider's time would be scheduled to the ends of the earth, each second managed and made space for. "No, she's not..." she admitted reluctantly. But then again, she didn't have to even be there, not really! "... She doesn't have to see me directly if she's not got time. I didn't stop to think about how busy she would be." Sheepishly she held out the carefully rolled scroll. "I just wanted to give her this. It's a present for Razelth - well, her too if she wants it. And I don't mind if she doesn't! It's just a thought. I know she must get inundated with silly things like this!" 

The last couple of sentences came out as a garbled rush and she fidgeted, clearly looking more than a little nervous. "You can check it if you need to. It's nothing bad or nasty. Just, just a silly little lullaby that I thought she might like to play for Razelth and her eggs."

On Wed, Apr 8, 2020 at 3:51 AM <mglady3@...> wrote:
The guards looked back at her, their expressions politely stoic. Delysia received her share of visitors, of course, as a goldrider must, but they did not tend to be young candidate girls. The one on the right, an older man with children of his own who thought Ysolde reminded him a little of his eldest, was the one who spoke up. "Is the goldrider expecting you, miss?" He asked, not unkindly.


On Sun, Apr 5, 2020 at 1:43 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
It had taken asking more people than she had thought before someone remembered that yes, Delysia had been involved in the Harper Craft before Impressing and that she had had a good musical ear with the gitar. It had been the information she had hoped for. 

Ever since she had chanced on the Goldrider and then again seen her at the Barracks, Ysolde had been more than a little enamoured. Not romantically, but in Delysia, Ysolde had seen everything in a woman that she hoped that someday, she might remotely resemble. A Goldrider had to be a good role model, right? Even if she hadn't exactly won the favour of Weyrwoman Kassia. And her current punishment of drudge duties and helping Candidatemaster Nayari with what seemed like a small mountain of paperwork and filing hadn't exactly made for the most free time.

So it had taken longer than planned and involved paying a Harper with a small jewelled necklace she had finished that she had been intending to sell for considerable marks at the next Gather, but it was done. And that was the important part. She had had the man write up a Northern lullaby that her mother used to sing to her. And even better, it was written for a gitar player.

She had a rare moment of free time but she knew where the Goldrider's office was. And he was hoping that Delysia would be there and not at the Cavern with Razelth. She didn't want to do this in front of a group of Candidates. Just in case it didn't go down well. In private she could save face. In public... well, probably not as much. Ysolde had gone to the effort of making sure she was clean and smart, her wild hair neatly braided and wearing a neat, freshly cleaned uniform as she made her way up to the Goldrider offices. She saw several guards near the doors and swallowed a nervous gulp. She knew they had guards. Oh yes, he did.

"Excuse me? Does anyone know if Goldrider Delysia is in her office?"

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

Nutmeg
 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Real Babies and Healer Babies: Both Are Exhausting Attn Yiyu

Laura Walker
 

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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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: Yes, she's meant to be this size. Yes, we've been asked before. (Dytha/Ambrelli)

Nutmeg
 

Dytha never entirely knew how to accept offers of help - even when it was obviously offered in goodwill. It always made a rebellious voice mutter that it was only charity out of pity. Instead she managed a gracious, "I'll keep that in mind." 

She listened to Ambrelli's feelings on the Craft. And admittedly wanted to roll her eyes a little - but then, Dytha really wasn't the touchy-feely type. It hadn't gotten her anywhere so she had learned to be practical and cynical. It was something of a coping method, to be sure but then again, that coping method had been what had made her so good at her studies. So maybe it was something similar for Ambrelli. She had seen the flicker of emotion on the woman's face, something that Dytha couldn't put her finger on. "Well, I can't say that I fell in for reasons that struck such a chord with me. But I enjoy the payout. It makes a difference. You help a dragon, you help their Rider, which means you help their wing, help the Weyr and as a result, you're helping everyone else. It's a ripple effect."

Ponth was delighted that someone had asked. Dytha never did, merely obliging with an affectionate roll of her eyes. Dytha had long since accepted that it was just... Ponth. And there was no need to go about questioning it. Humans had oddities, so why couldn't dragons?

Why, whatever colour I think they should be! It very much depends on my mood. I like red the most. Really bright red.

On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 1:34 AM TrueTricia <tricia.nicewicz@...> wrote:
Ambrelli listened as the woman explained.  "That sounds terrible; I'm sorry.  With all the good we can do healing, it's got to be frustrating when you can't heal yourself."  Rum and running worked for her, but she doubted that would solve Dytha's problems.  Not like it was solving hers either.  "When it flares up, if you need anything, if Ponth needs anything..." she left the rest unsaid.  It wasn't that she was completely unselfish, but she didn't have many friends, any friends really, so being polite and nice to a fellow Dhealer that she was going to work with made sense.  

"Well, I of the opinion that this is the best Craft there is, but then I'm a bit biased I suppose.  Healing a dragon is the purest thing I can ever hope to do," she said, her voice a bit sad despite the happy words.  The remnants of her guilt showed through in that, not that Dytha would recognize it.  

Ambrelli's face lit up as Ponth spoke to her, a smile spreading across her face. Every time a dragon spoke to her, she was taken back to her childhood, to hearing her father's bronze in her mind for as long as she could remember.   "You honor me, Ponth.  What color are your talons normally?" she asked.  She walked over to the dark green dragon, her eyes appraising her, talking as she reviewed the dragon's physique, occasionally touching her.  "Incredible..."



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Re: These Little Moments (ATTN: Yiyu/Tyne)

Jessica Freise
 

"I'm....learning....adjusting," she decided, leaning down and nudging the basket towards Tyne in a clear 'help yourself' gesture. Reaching up, she retrieved Sifha from her perch and cupped her in her hands, fingers stroking delicately.

"I'm learning so much, making new friends, changing in ways I never thought possible." She smiled encouragingly at Tyne before asking, "Did you want to pet her?"

On Apr 9, 2020, at 3:59 AM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

It was a curious sight, that was for sure, a tiny kitten sitting in the girl's hair. But no different to a baby flit that liked to do the same. Tyne considered Yiyu's words for a minute, evidently contemplating it with far more seriousness than the situation deserved. "May I have some fruit? If that's okay?" It was funny how she always had to just... check these days. Once, if she was feeling really uppity, she probably would have walked over and taken the whole basket and poor Yiyu would have had nothing but a "thank-you" tossed over her shoulder for the trouble. But of course, that was then.

She approached the girl, eyes ever watching the small feline out of abject curiosity. "Are you settling in? You started at a good time if there's a clutch on the sands."

On Wed, Apr 8, 2020 at 11:38 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"Oh, no, I make sure she stays out of the barracks," Yiyu swiftly reassured. "She's only a couple of days in my company and she likes my hair. A lot."

The Candidate shifted her gaze to the small basket of fruit and cheese she'd come by. "Would you like something to eat?"
On Apr 8, 2020, at 5:30 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

"You have a kitten in your hair."

The statement came out far more matter of fact that Tyne had intended. Her brain had stuttered with surprise and her eyes widened. That hadn't been something she had expected to see. "You didn't have it last time. Is it new?" She watched the creature curiously. And part of her wondered why she had never gotten a feline - she could see how their aloof personalities would have appealed to her. But then of course, she mentally answered her own question. Because there had been Bobbin. And she hadn't needed or wanted any other small companion for company. "You'd best make sure she behaves, I hear the Candidatemaster doesn't like pets running wild in the Barracks."

On Mon, Apr 6, 2020 at 4:26 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"Yes," the Candidate agreed, returning the smile even as she studied Tyne's gaze. A sof t sound emmitted from the warm bundle tangled in her hair and a black, darkly striped head popped up to study Tyne as well.

"Did you wish to be alone?" Yiyu queried.

On Apr 6, 2020, at 3:55 AM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

Everywhere had felt too small. Too boxed in. Today had been a claustrophobic day. She needed air. And the brood needed oiling. It hadn't taken more than a heartbeat to decide where she was going to go and she had made her way up to her secret spot where the faire was already waiting for her, she could hear them calling as she had approached up the tunnel. 

She had started at first to see Yiyu, but recognition touched her eyes and a smile curled her lips. "You get the best view of the sunset from here." Well, maybe not the best in the whole Weyr, but Tyne was more than a little biased.

On Sun, Apr 5, 2020 at 7:17 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
They were quiet little times, these trips she took up near the rim. She hadn't seen Tyne here, but had always made sure to leave the space clean no matter if she carried a kitten with her or a stack of books. This evening, she was watching the sunset, tiny black kitten lost in her mass of hair, purring softly.

A footstep scraped against stone. She turned, smiled hesitantly. The flock of flits foretold whom she would see soon enough.




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

Nutmeg
 

She was surprised to realise that she had missed his arrogance in a way. She couldn't put her finger on it but perhaps it was the familiarity. To be fair, everything about this encounter was a bizarre and unsettling combination of familiar and alien that would likely take more than a few days to work her thoughts through. Maybe she should go and make an appointment with Torrela - as much as she hated that the Mindhealers picked through her with a morbid fascination, she had liked the woman. And her way of working. "You probably will earn it back. You want it and not just because of the shiny new thread it'll add to your knots. Even if you won't ever admit that you actually do give a damn." There was no reproach to her words, in fact it was tinged with a soft and familiar tone of teasing that was coming more easily, like part of her brain had remembered where the key was to a door that stayed stubbornly locked.

His next words had broken the drifting trail of contemplation that was beginning to form and it caught her by surprise. To her credit, instead of floundering she had been able to roll with it, sweeping her hand across her brow in an exaggerated swoon and speaking with a bizarre, drawling accent. "Oh, sir Bronzerider, I can't believe it. Why yes, yes I'll birth you twenty litle heirs and keep your weyr clean forever. I'll wear a pretty, pretty dress and be yours forever!" She pretended to flop against him as if overcome. 

She was bouncing back quicker. Even she had noticed that. She was starting to recover within half a candlemark... instead of three days. That had to be a good sign, right? A sign that she was stepping further along that line of progress. And she was noticing that the dark whispers were being more easily quieted, stopping in their tracks instead of grabbing hold and dragging her down.

"A lot of the fun around here involves the beaches. There are a lot of them. Or swimming in the lagoons. We have several waterfalls too. You might not be able to freeze someone's leathers but you can still find a pool to lose them in. But you... need a dragon to get to a lot of places...." Now there was regret but it was almost a little sullen. That was something she missed. The ability to just... go. Tyne swept it away, forcing brightness back into her voice. "But you'll be okay! There's lots of places to explore around here and Vastolth can learn the lie of the land!"

On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 1:19 AM TrueTricia <tricia.nicewicz@...> wrote:
He chuckled.  "I thought about it, believe me!  But all it would have done was gotten me on weyr arrest or sent down here with a mark on my record before anyone knew me.  Believe me, if I thought I could get away with it..." he scrunched his nose.  "The good thing is that Vastolth and I are good at Flying, and we're good at helping leadership.  We'll get a position before too long.  It's inevitable.  I just hate the fact that I have to..." he was about to say start over again, and realized that might not be the right choice of words with her... "work our way back up."  He honestly didn't realize how arrogant and entitled that sounded, but to be fair, they were hard workers and always had been.  

He smiled when she squeezed his hand, the feeling of her fingers wrapped around his comforting to him in a way he wouldn't have expected.  "Don't hold your breath on that one," he said, as she teased about the Weyr falling in love with him.  "Vastolth things he's the Best Bronze... I know we're a long way off from being the Most Well Loved Bronzers..." 

When she suggested a hold girl's fantasy life, he laughed.  "Oh, you've caught me now.  Will you be mine Tyne and bear me many babies?" he rolled his eyes.  He liked this gentle teasing they were doing with each other.  It felt familiar, and yet it was safer than the topics of which they used to speak.  Ruling Weyrs together was probably not a long-term viable plan anymore.  "I'm not going that far, Tyne.  But I've had my fair share of dotting idiots.  I much preferred the company of intelligent women to that of the Gather maid.  But Vastolth and Flying, that always comes first.  It's not an easy thing for most women to accept."  Truth be told, he didn't give most of them the opportunity to so do, with her and Ardany, a greenrider from his past.  They were the only two women that he had known for Turns and that intimacy had been part of a friendship rather than just a flight or a roll.  But then again, she'd been gone by the time he'd stopped feeling the need to be with a woman nearly every night.  He'd spent as many of those nights with Tyne as he could, and filled the rest up in her absence.  Perhaps that's why it took her absence to make him realize the rest hadn't mattered nearly as much as he thought they had.

He rubbed his fingers against her palm, wanting to keep touching her in some way.  He wanted her to want him to be there again.  The feeling was there still regardless of her dragon's absence.  Later, it might surprise him, but his head was already spinning much too fast to notice.  "So what do you do around here for fun if not roll in the furs, make snow dragons, freeze riding leathers in the lake..." he said, listing off many of the past times and pranks that used to occur at the Reaches.



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Re: There Are Two 3 o' clocks In A Day Attn Alyx Asheran Cremsden

Laura Walker
 

"Thank you, yes, I do know how to treat wind," Cremsden said, irritable because he was tired and Arden had been settling and now he was wailing *again*. "Which he hasn't got. He's just tired, which he wouldn't be if he would fecking *sleep*." All this was delivered in an annoyed hiss, trying to keep his voice down so as to not upset the child more. Apparently he'd reached the part of living in a Weyr where crying babies were more worthy of attention than people having sex in a bush; though not having realised one was his apprentice helped.


On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 10:42 AM Jenna Cunningham <jenna.layne.cunningham@...> wrote:
Asheran sat there like a herdbeast frozen by the glint of a dragon's claws, and furiously considered his options.

1. Run.

He discarded this idea almost immediately. He wasn't sure the ground was stable enough for that, and he'd have to leave Alyx behind - which he gallantly refused to do. If there was punishment afoot, he'd try to shoulder all of the blame and leave her blameless. Not that he thought they were in trouble. Were they in trouble?

2. Pretend to be somebody else.

Cremsden had given him an out. He could just pretend to be a menial servant, or a craftsman, or a - well, no, not a rider. But then he'd be lying, and if it was revealed later (in better lighting) that he was a candidate, then he was certain lying as a candidate would actually get him in the trouble he was pretty sure he wasn't yet already in. And then, also, Alyx would be in trouble by proxy, which he couldn't abide. A small part of him preened at being mistaken (potentially) for a rider, though. It was the beard. Definitely the beard.

3. Tell the truth.

Which, he reckoned, he had started off the conversation with anyway. It was a solid option, though it didn't protect Alyx's honour. And her honour needed protecting now more than ever.

4. Deflect.

Though Asheran was the youngest in his family, and couldn't lay claim to raising any of his siblings, he had recently bonded with a little firelizard, and he had been there for his sister's firstborn's baby days. He figured that gave him some insight into the fussing baby before him, and that that baby provided him with an out.

"...have you tried... moving his legs?" 

He made a vague cycling gesture in the air with his hands.

He hadn't yet noticed Alyx crying in her sleep.



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


Re: I'm Late, for a very important date! (Alyx/Asheran)

Jenna Cunningham
 

"Babies?" He echoed obliviously, and popped a piece of meat into his mouth, chewing slowly. Then he set to pouring himself a drink, too.


Re: Morning Routine (Attn: Alteca, T'rif)

Lynn Barben
 

Alteca stopped looking forlornly at her klah mug and glanced up to see who the owner of the voice was. Her eyes didn't go immediately to his shoulder knots right away, but rather took note of his physical features. He looked to be rather tall, though not unusually so and he had black hair, though it was hard to tell quite what color his eyes were from the angle she was sitting. When she did venture a quick glance at his knots, her blue eyes widened slightly. So he was both a Bronzerider and Assistant Candidatemaster, interesting. "I could be better, just having a bit of a rough morning. How about you?" Alteca inquired in a casual tone of voice. As much as she wanted a top up of her klah, she was hesitant to ask someone of such notable rank for such a small insignificant thing. Then again, he had been the one to ask. "Well...I was going to top up my klah since it's gotten a bit cool. But I wasn't quick enough," She admitted in a rueful tone as she glanced over to the lineup. 


Re: There Are Two 3 o' clocks In A Day Attn Alyx Asheran Cremsden

Jenna Cunningham
 

Asheran sat there like a herdbeast frozen by the glint of a dragon's claws, and furiously considered his options.

1. Run.

He discarded this idea almost immediately. He wasn't sure the ground was stable enough for that, and he'd have to leave Alyx behind - which he gallantly refused to do. If there was punishment afoot, he'd try to shoulder all of the blame and leave her blameless. Not that he thought they were in trouble. Were they in trouble?

2. Pretend to be somebody else.

Cremsden had given him an out. He could just pretend to be a menial servant, or a craftsman, or a - well, no, not a rider. But then he'd be lying, and if it was revealed later (in better lighting) that he was a candidate, then he was certain lying as a candidate would actually get him in the trouble he was pretty sure he wasn't yet already in. And then, also, Alyx would be in trouble by proxy, which he couldn't abide. A small part of him preened at being mistaken (potentially) for a rider, though. It was the beard. Definitely the beard.

3. Tell the truth.

Which, he reckoned, he had started off the conversation with anyway. It was a solid option, though it didn't protect Alyx's honour. And her honour needed protecting now more than ever.

4. Deflect.

Though Asheran was the youngest in his family, and couldn't lay claim to raising any of his siblings, he had recently bonded with a little firelizard, and he had been there for his sister's firstborn's baby days. He figured that gave him some insight into the fussing baby before him, and that that baby provided him with an out.

"...have you tried... moving his legs?" 

He made a vague cycling gesture in the air with his hands.

He hadn't yet noticed Alyx crying in her sleep.


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

Nutmeg
 

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.

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Re: These Little Moments (ATTN: Yiyu/Tyne)

Nutmeg
 

It was a curious sight, that was for sure, a tiny kitten sitting in the girl's hair. But no different to a baby flit that liked to do the same. Tyne considered Yiyu's words for a minute, evidently contemplating it with far more seriousness than the situation deserved. "May I have some fruit? If that's okay?" It was funny how she always had to just... check these days. Once, if she was feeling really uppity, she probably would have walked over and taken the whole basket and poor Yiyu would have had nothing but a "thank-you" tossed over her shoulder for the trouble. But of course, that was then.

She approached the girl, eyes ever watching the small feline out of abject curiosity. "Are you settling in? You started at a good time if there's a clutch on the sands."

On Wed, Apr 8, 2020 at 11:38 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"Oh, no, I make sure she stays out of the barracks," Yiyu swiftly reassured. "She's only a couple of days in my company and she likes my hair. A lot."

The Candidate shifted her gaze to the small basket of fruit and cheese she'd come by. "Would you like something to eat?"
On Apr 8, 2020, at 5:30 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

"You have a kitten in your hair."

The statement came out far more matter of fact that Tyne had intended. Her brain had stuttered with surprise and her eyes widened. That hadn't been something she had expected to see. "You didn't have it last time. Is it new?" She watched the creature curiously. And part of her wondered why she had never gotten a feline - she could see how their aloof personalities would have appealed to her. But then of course, she mentally answered her own question. Because there had been Bobbin. And she hadn't needed or wanted any other small companion for company. "You'd best make sure she behaves, I hear the Candidatemaster doesn't like pets running wild in the Barracks."

On Mon, Apr 6, 2020 at 4:26 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"Yes," the Candidate agreed, returning the smile even as she studied Tyne's gaze. A sof t sound emmitted from the warm bundle tangled in her hair and a black, darkly striped head popped up to study Tyne as well.

"Did you wish to be alone?" Yiyu queried.

On Apr 6, 2020, at 3:55 AM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

Everywhere had felt too small. Too boxed in. Today had been a claustrophobic day. She needed air. And the brood needed oiling. It hadn't taken more than a heartbeat to decide where she was going to go and she had made her way up to her secret spot where the faire was already waiting for her, she could hear them calling as she had approached up the tunnel. 

She had started at first to see Yiyu, but recognition touched her eyes and a smile curled her lips. "You get the best view of the sunset from here." Well, maybe not the best in the whole Weyr, but Tyne was more than a little biased.

On Sun, Apr 5, 2020 at 7:17 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
They were quiet little times, these trips she took up near the rim. She hadn't seen Tyne here, but had always made sure to leave the space clean no matter if she carried a kitten with her or a stack of books. This evening, she was watching the sunset, tiny black kitten lost in her mass of hair, purring softly.

A footstep scraped against stone. She turned, smiled hesitantly. The flock of flits foretold whom she would see soon enough.




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

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"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. 

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

Ren
 

"I've memorized all the bronzeriders in this Weyr," N'met answered. "But if that wasn't the case, my Abartth would let me know."

The old brown turned his muzzle to look at the fussy bronze and had to laugh to himself. {{Mighty fine hide ya got there, son. Rider takes good care of you.}}


Re: We Have to Stick Together (Ay'shen/Ambrelli)

TrueTricia
 

Ambrelli listened to him, to his story, so similar to her own.  That feeling of betrayal, of being used, and then being alone.  She reached up and put a hand on his arm.  "You did what you could, Ay'shen.  Everyone else thinks they would have done something different, but we did the best we could.  And you saved riders and dragons, as many as you could.  There is a honor in that."  She sighed heavily.  "They lied to us; they lied to us and they made us into the opposites of what we wanted to be.  It was a terrible kind of cruelty that we have to live with and bear the guilt of."  

She listened to him describe being homelessness.  "I'm back here, but this isn't the home I left.  I don't know what I expected, but I felt like I was hiding at Igen.  Arolos is where my parents loved me, where I grew up.  But most importantly, it's the last place I can be truly proud of who I was.  I think coming back here was about confronting the difference between who I used to be and who I am now."

She looked at him.  "How have you survived by yourself this whole time?"  The strength of character that took...she didn't have that.  


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

Steelsilver
 

"Shards!" I'des yelped, startled out of his own thoughts and the sort of argument with Sunstreath taking a pause. "Sorry, I didn't- huh, what? Yeah, that's me. How did you know?" 

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On Wednesday, April 8, 2020, Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:
It had been quite the day in the dragon infirmary, dealing with more firelizards than he'd ever seen in his life after they'd encountered downright wacky situations. N'met doubted that he would ever understand the little beasties fully. All that he knew was he had a nice hot bath waiting for him and he didn't plan on missing that date. N'met's eyes unfocused as he walked to speak to Abartth and ask the old brown to meet him at the entrance of the dining hall- he'd earned a drink and a meatroll.

N'met's thoughts were interrupted as he rounded a corner and ran full-on into someone. 

"Oof! Hey there, sorry about that," he apologized in his deep voice. "Talking to my dragon and I missed you there." His eyes raked over the other and paused on the man's knots. "Alright there, bronzerider? ... I'des of Sunstreath, ain't it?" The names came partly from Abartth and partly from an old hidebound tradition of knowing all bronzeriders in a Weyr.



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