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

Ren
 

"Nice catch, then, I'des," N'met congratulated honestly. "From your description of his attitude, he sounds like a fine and healthy bronze. Almost ideal, really. Any bronze who doesn't act like he's Faranth's gift to Pern is a bronze I'd be concerned about."

Much more relaxed about the situation and Sunstreath's health, N'met led the way into the dining hall and grabbed a plate of food. "Tell me about yourself, I'des."


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

Jessica Freise
 

Larenne moved up, Larensk at her side. She saw Diagir's familiar face and arrowed for him.

"Excuse me, can we help?"

On Apr 9, 2020, at 8:09 PM, Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:

Ziya heard the news and barked to Diagirsk. The brown's eyes immediately whirled with alarm but he kept his body language calm as he could without an order from his handler. Ziya almost gave a deep call to command the other whers but was stopped by Diagir putting a hand on her shoulder. She looked to her handler with shocked almost offense when he jerked his head towards Insera. "This is her trip, let her lead," Diagir murmured to his queen. "We will help when asked but we will not lead."

Ziya was not happy about that, but Diagir's will was strong enough that she obeyed, though her eyes showed alarm.


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

Steelsilver
 

"He's twelve Turns." I'des responded willingly. "I'm twenty-four Turns. Impressed my first time standing." He added proudly. " Sunstreath thinks he's the boss a lot of the time, even when he's not." He added. "Hence the occasional disagreement over bathtime. Among other things."


On Thursday, April 9, 2020, Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:
N'met found the bronzerider's deferrence actually a bit endearing. He smiled and nodded with a gesture. "Please do! I might end up having more than just a meatroll in this case. I'm not saying you're taking bad care of your dragon, mind." He guided them on to resume walking to the dining hall. "Long as you keep him nice and oiled then *bewtween* won't b a problem for him. How old's your Sunstreath?"



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

Ren
 

N'met found the bronzerider's deferrence actually a bit endearing. He smiled and nodded with a gesture. "Please do! I might end up having more than just a meatroll in this case. I'm not saying you're taking bad care of your dragon, mind." He guided them on to resume walking to the dining hall. "Long as you keep him nice and oiled then *bewtween* won't b a problem for him. How old's your Sunstreath?"


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

Steelsilver
 

"I know- sir." I'des tacked on hastily, if uncertainly. "I'm limiting him, even if he grumbles. He can go swimming if he wants a rinse. And I am hungry. I think I'll join you, if that's all right." 

 A sigh at Sunstreath's affronted snort, but he turned to follow N'met. "I could eat a whole wherry."


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

Ren
 

"He does? That can dry out his hide if done too much." N'met's tone was concerned. "You don't think he might develop an itch or something out of it? I was headed down to the dining hall for a meatroll. You're welcome to come with me."


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

TrueTricia
 

"She and I..." S'ryll hesitated for a second, unsure of exactly how to describe their past relationship.  "she and I were close back at the Reaches.  Vastolth actually ran into her on the Rim.  Seeing her again was the best thing that's happened to me in awhile.  A bit of home, but also finding my friend again."


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

Steelsilver
 

"Oh, you have *no* idea." I'des sighed. "And he's just getting warmed up. You know he wants a bath practically every day? Got into the habit in Weyrlinghood, never grew out of it." 

He shook his head. "..Anyways. Where were you headed? Maybe we won't get lost if we go together?" 

On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 6:17 PM Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:
Amartth relayed back what Sunstreath was saying and it made N'met chuckle into his hand. "Your bronze has a big personality. He's a huge character, but that's fitting of his color. I'm new enough here myself that I get lost too. Glad the dining hall is close enough to the infirmary that it's not too hard to get a bite after work."

{{Well that's a compliment from you,}} Amartth was happy to oblige Sunstreath with excessive praise since it made the bronze happy. He had the added benefit of meaning what he'd said.


Re: Reserving Her Opinionatten: Kassia/S'yrell

TrueTricia
 

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..."


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

Ren
 

Amartth relayed back what Sunstreath was saying and it made N'met chuckle into his hand. "Your bronze has a big personality. He's a huge character, but that's fitting of his color. I'm new enough here myself that I get lost too. Glad the dining hall is close enough to the infirmary that it's not too hard to get a bite after work."

{{Well that's a compliment from you,}} Amartth was happy to oblige Sunstreath with excessive praise since it made the bronze happy. He had the added benefit of meaning what he'd said.


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

Laurie
 

Larsin was impressed. He cocked his head. "So, would you like to give classes on firelizard training and care? I think something like that could be extremely useful."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Laurie
 

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.

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

Ren
 

Ziya heard the news and barked to Diagirsk. The brown's eyes immediately whirled with alarm but he kept his body language calm as he could without an order from his handler. Ziya almost gave a deep call to command the other whers but was stopped by Diagir putting a hand on her shoulder. She looked to her handler with shocked almost offense when he jerked his head towards Insera. "This is her trip, let her lead," Diagir murmured to his queen. "We will help when asked but we will not lead."

Ziya was not happy about that, but Diagir's will was strong enough that she obeyed, though her eyes showed alarm.


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

Laurie
 

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. 

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

Laurie
 

"Yes, we do!" Tam looked at Kalain, the worry evident in his eyes. He scanned the cavern, watching Insera give directions, and spotted a discoloration in the cave wall. Walking over, he noticed it was actually a crevice that, while not very wide, seemed to be yet another tunnel offshoot.

"Would we be able to take one of the younger whers through there?" he asked. "The larger ones won't fit. It'll be a tight squeeze no matter what."

On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 8:25 PM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:

Kashara spun in a circle, her glow raised. ((I don't know. I see rock. What am I supposed to see? We were chasing the kitten when we came in.)) With her inability to give a good answer her panic increased.

Meanwhile Foreth was relaying to Kassia.

Brogan had joined them on the ledge. "Tell Sorrel that we need a real search and rescue mission."

Brogan immediately started talking with Sorrel. It took a minute but enough of the conversation went through that Insera stopped her team. Immediately she started giving orders to the different teams.

"That's my sister!" Kalain said. He looked at Tam. "We have to save her."


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

sailyn2
 

T'lack tipped his drink. "I hear that." You didn't get far in life as a rider without losing someone and having your own near misses.

He took a sip. "I'm aware of her. I don't know her."


Re: Reserving Her Opinionatten: Kassia/S'yrell

sailyn2
 

He wasn't going to trip her up like that. She smiled. "Not mine. But I know that Lady was found running in the wild four or five turns ago along with a couple of others. They brought them back here and started working on a program involving them."


Re: Things Aren't as Shiny as They Seem Atten: I'des/Kalain

sailyn2
 

"I'll just move around and wash the other side then get out of your hair," Kalain said, dipping his sponge in the bucket,


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

sailyn2
 


Kashara spun in a circle, her glow raised. ((I don't know. I see rock. What am I supposed to see? We were chasing the kitten when we came in.)) With her inability to give a good answer her panic increased.

Meanwhile Foreth was relaying to Kassia.

Brogan had joined them on the ledge. "Tell Sorrel that we need a real search and rescue mission."

Brogan immediately started talking with Sorrel. It took a minute but enough of the conversation went through that Insera stopped her team. Immediately she started giving orders to the different teams.

"That's my sister!" Kalain said. He looked at Tam. "We have to save her."


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

TrueTricia
 

S'ryll chuckled for a moment before switching to a somber tone.  "You know, I thought that until the first time I saw Thread devour a man.  I learned real quick I wasn't as brave in that moment as I thought.  The bravery is the fact that we're still flying..." he said with a nod to the other rider.

"Actually, the biggest shock of the sevenday didn't come from you.  Do you know Tyne?" he asked, unsure of what her title was now and in this place.