Date   
Re: Hungry Eyes (ATTN: Tyne)

Nutmeg
 

Unfortunately for Yiyu, Aaru was possibly not best firelizard to approach and she snapped at the outstretched fingers, clearly not intended to bite but clearly as a warning to back up. Admonished for her behaviour with a loud chitter from Bobbin, the small green scuttled higher, a little away from the crowd.

"Ignore her. She's just an oddball. Plus she impressed to Bobbin so she's not super bothered about people.Think of her like a grumpy feline - it's all on her terms." It was the simplest way she had found to explain the unusual Aaru's behaviour. Turning her back temporarily on Yiyu, Tyne inspected the gathering, clearly  not stopping to think a second about how the girl would have felt about Aaru's warning. Not out of wilful ignorance or not caring, it had just skipped her.

"Lets see, gang - introduce yourselves!" It was clearly something she had done before.

"Chief!" A brown perked up his head from the wall, warbling towards Tyne.

"Tubber!" Another brown, this one definitely more round. 

"Song and Dance!" Two blues chimed in, chirruping happily from where they were perched together.

"Breeks!" Another blue, this time looking as though he were wearing a pair of blue trousers answered with a solemn nod before scuttling off after Aaru.

"Fitz and Bitz!" Two identical looking greens piped up, tiny bugles from the wall.

"Rona!" A dark flit clambered forward only to  be shooed away by Tyne. "No, your're not stealing anything from her. Or throwing anything!" She looked back at Yiyu. "She's the one to watch - pure mischief and a dollop of spite. You've met Zeeti, she loves everyone," Tyne said gesturing to the small green who had flown around Yiyu's head. "And last but certainly not least Cairn and Bobbin" - she jostled a shoulder up to indicate which was which. Cairn rewarded Yiyu with a long gaze and a solemn chirp. Bobbin decided to  be gracious as the newcomer had called her beautiful and warbled sweetly at Yiyu, posing a little to show off her good side.

"And that's all of them. Except me, I'm Tyne." And she jerked her thumb back towards herself with a cheerful, innocent pride. "We were getting breakfast." The conversation distraction of who her flock was had lifted her thoughts into another focus. "Hey!" she suddenly said, facing Yiyu and picking up the basket she had almost forgotten about. "You should have breakfast with us!" There was a beaming, innocent hopefulness in her face, like a child asking their best friend to come to tea.

On Thu, Mar 26, 2020 at 1:58 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"What are all there names?" she asked, fascinated. She carefully stepped forward and extended a hand to the tiny, silent green, hoping she wasn't being to forward.

On Mar 26, 2020, at 3:01 AM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

As if in answer to Yiyu's question, and on the silent call of Bobbin, the entire flock gravitated back to Tyne. "Yes," she said simply in an almost matter of fact tone. Once upon a time she would have been too scared to admit of such, terrified of getting in trouble. But Tyne thought little of trouble these days, her uncomplicated train of merely noting that flits helped, therefore she had found flits and it was too late for anyone to get cross about it. "Well, accept Aaru," she said, gesturing to a small, silent green who had found a notched bit of wood to cling to. "She belongs to Bobbin. She was meant for Idri, but Bobbin wanted her."

On Wed, Mar 25, 2020 at 2:13 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"Thank you," Yiyu said politely, her gaze following the little green's graceful movements."Are these all yours?"

On Mar 25, 2020, at 9:09 AM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

Bobbin preened a little. She knew the "b" word. Of course she was beautiful. The smugness trickled into Tyne, bolstering her a little and she relaxed slightly, also helped by Yiyu's smile.

"Your smile is pretty," she said with all the blunt honesty of a child and Cairn chirruped his agreement. Along the walls, the firelizards scuttled closer, trilling and peeping as they approached. It was Zeeti who broke ranks first, the pretty little green twirling around Yiyu's head as if inspecting her.

On Tue, Mar 24, 2020 at 10:45 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"No, Lady, they aren't scaring me," she said. That real, honest smile, that was peaking out more and more the longer she was at the Weyr, graced Yiyu's lips briefly before slipping away.

"They're beautiful," she found herself repeating. The woman looked odd, spooked, almost. By her? Surely not.

On Mar 24, 2020, at 5:34 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

Ironically, it was the timidness radiating from the girl that kept the situation calm. Had she been met with confidence, outright confusion or worse... anger or disgust, it likely would have been enough to tip her over. But the shyness wasn't a threat. The glimmer of "Goldrider" Tyne disappeared again. "...'m sorry." she managed eventually, rubbing her eyes again to try and shift the cobwebs that clouded her visions when she was off-kilter like her eyes were trying to put her in two places at once. Like her brain was trying desperately hard to believe it was in another time, another place. "I don't usually find people here." There was a worried note to her voice now and an edge of confusion. 

She heard the word firelizard and she used it to force her attention back. "They're not scaring you are they? I can send some away if it's too much." Bring it back. Back under control. Back into place. She could do it.

On Tue, Mar 24, 2020 at 10:13 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Yiyu blushed, wondering if she were in trouble. Her hands came out and clasped in front of her, her back straightening as she said quietly, "I just finished dinner and was headed back to the barracks, but I thought you might need help, lady. That, and the firelizards honestly distracted me."

She couldn't quite meet Tyne's gaze. Her own skittered away, her enate timidness flaring up to meet even the hint of a strongly worded question.

On Mar 24, 2020, at 5:03 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

Candidate? Ah... Candidate. The familiar word broke through slightly and Tyne shook her head slightly as though trying to shake her thoughts together. "Shouldn't you be in the Barracks? Or lessons?" That's what Candidates did. Lessons. She had done lessons. Albeit many turns ago. Still on alert, Bobbin and Cairn had leapt into action, thrumming a low croon that was quickly echoed by the others so that the tunnel seemed to vibrate with the sound of crooning flits.

All of the group worked together, creeping closer like crawlers on a wall, twelve sets of eyes all watching Yiyu carefully. Kneading her eyes, Tyne's taut posture relaxed a little, the soft reassurance in her head settling her slightly. For a moment, the gaping hole of Myrandith had been threatening to loom large but the immediate proximity - both physically and mentally - of the firelizards had eked it away again. For the moment, she hadn't quite registered either the girl's name or the compliment to her brood.

On Tue, Mar 24, 2020 at 9:42 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"Y-yiyu, lady," she answered quietly, unassumingly. Much like she had with the whers, she slowly extended one hand to the scared-looking older woman, licking her lips nervously. "I'm a Candidate here. Your firelizards are beautiful," she added, unable to resist her own fascination with all creatures great and small.

On Mar 24, 2020, at 4:29 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

It... hadn't been a great day. No, not "bad" in the way Tyne knew "bad" could be but it had been one of those days where she had felt perilously close to that precipitous edge she knew far too well. She had spent most of the day in hiding in her quarters, practising her breathing techniques and grounding herself. It had been an activity that cost her most of the day and had been disturbed when she realised she hadn't eaten anything since the evening of the day before. Anything earlier in the day would undoubtedly have been returned by anxious retching but now, feeling a bit more in balance again, she decided that she needed to do two things - stretch her legs a little and find some food.

She had followed some of the more awkward and therefore lesser used tunnels to the Lower Caverns. It took longer, but the walk was used as another means to ground herself. When she had approached, she had sent Bobbin in, small note strapped to her leg. The gold knew exactly which staffer to head to. No, she wasn't sure she could deal with the bustle of the Dining Hall itself. Unfortunately, the wobble in Tyne's emotional state meant that her brood was feeling especially clingy. Whilst Bobbin and Cairn had had the places of honour on her shoulders, the others had been a train of colour that winked in and out of Between as they kept up, clinging to walls, glow baskets and supporting beams as they stayed close.

The gold had just returned with a small basket in tow, immediately resuming her sentinel post as the basket was plopped gently at Tyne's feet. She had just picked it up when she heard the voice and she started, freezing in place and causing the flock to bristle in alarm at the spike of alert that rushed through Tyne.

"Who're you? Why are you here?" On another day, the voice might have been more demanding. Today it was edged with panic, as though she were caught doing something she shouldn't be doing.

On Tue, Mar 24, 2020 at 9:00 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Yiyu stepped out of the lower caverns and instantly paused. Like a wild runner caught in lamplight, she stilled, aware of eyes on her. Slowly turning, she saw...firelizards. A great many, in fact, but it was the woman who caught her attention with wide, dark eyes that stared through, not passed, her.

"May I..help...you, lady?"




-- 
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Florcott on AIM.

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





-- 
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Florcott on AIM.

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





-- 
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Florcott on AIM.

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





-- 
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Florcott on AIM.

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





-- 
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Florcott on AIM.

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



--
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Florcott on AIM.

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

Re: Hiding In Plain Sight (ATTN: Rennitz, Any)

Ren
 

"Well, I used to be strictly gold for the reason that that's what girls rode." Rennitz's expression was sheepish. "You know, with Keroon being hidebound, so was I. Since coming here, It made sense for girls to ride greens since they're female dragons, too. But then I learned about girls riding blue dragons and it kind of shook me. I'm almost used to it now. But I still hold out for a gold but for a different reason. I want to be a leader. I want to help people here! I want to be someone that the Weyr can see and know that they can come to if they need me."

Re: Hungry Eyes (ATTN: Tyne)

Jessica Freise
 

"What are all there names?" she asked, fascinated. She carefully stepped forward and extended a hand to the tiny, silent green, hoping she wasn't being to forward.

On Mar 26, 2020, at 3:01 AM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

As if in answer to Yiyu's question, and on the silent call of Bobbin, the entire flock gravitated back to Tyne. "Yes," she said simply in an almost matter of fact tone. Once upon a time she would have been too scared to admit of such, terrified of getting in trouble. But Tyne thought little of trouble these days, her uncomplicated train of merely noting that flits helped, therefore she had found flits and it was too late for anyone to get cross about it. "Well, accept Aaru," she said, gesturing to a small, silent green who had found a notched bit of wood to cling to. "She belongs to Bobbin. She was meant for Idri, but Bobbin wanted her."

On Wed, Mar 25, 2020 at 2:13 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"Thank you," Yiyu said politely, her gaze following the little green's graceful movements."Are these all yours?"

On Mar 25, 2020, at 9:09 AM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

Bobbin preened a little. She knew the "b" word. Of course she was beautiful. The smugness trickled into Tyne, bolstering her a little and she relaxed slightly, also helped by Yiyu's smile.

"Your smile is pretty," she said with all the blunt honesty of a child and Cairn chirruped his agreement. Along the walls, the firelizards scuttled closer, trilling and peeping as they approached. It was Zeeti who broke ranks first, the pretty little green twirling around Yiyu's head as if inspecting her.

On Tue, Mar 24, 2020 at 10:45 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"No, Lady, they aren't scaring me," she said. That real, honest smile, that was peaking out more and more the longer she was at the Weyr, graced Yiyu's lips briefly before slipping away.

"They're beautiful," she found herself repeating. The woman looked odd, spooked, almost. By her? Surely not.

On Mar 24, 2020, at 5:34 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

Ironically, it was the timidness radiating from the girl that kept the situation calm. Had she been met with confidence, outright confusion or worse... anger or disgust, it likely would have been enough to tip her over. But the shyness wasn't a threat. The glimmer of "Goldrider" Tyne disappeared again. "...'m sorry." she managed eventually, rubbing her eyes again to try and shift the cobwebs that clouded her visions when she was off-kilter like her eyes were trying to put her in two places at once. Like her brain was trying desperately hard to believe it was in another time, another place. "I don't usually find people here." There was a worried note to her voice now and an edge of confusion. 

She heard the word firelizard and she used it to force her attention back. "They're not scaring you are they? I can send some away if it's too much." Bring it back. Back under control. Back into place. She could do it.

On Tue, Mar 24, 2020 at 10:13 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Yiyu blushed, wondering if she were in trouble. Her hands came out and clasped in front of her, her back straightening as she said quietly, "I just finished dinner and was headed back to the barracks, but I thought you might need help, lady. That, and the firelizards honestly distracted me."

She couldn't quite meet Tyne's gaze. Her own skittered away, her enate timidness flaring up to meet even the hint of a strongly worded question.

On Mar 24, 2020, at 5:03 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

Candidate? Ah... Candidate. The familiar word broke through slightly and Tyne shook her head slightly as though trying to shake her thoughts together. "Shouldn't you be in the Barracks? Or lessons?" That's what Candidates did. Lessons. She had done lessons. Albeit many turns ago. Still on alert, Bobbin and Cairn had leapt into action, thrumming a low croon that was quickly echoed by the others so that the tunnel seemed to vibrate with the sound of crooning flits.

All of the group worked together, creeping closer like crawlers on a wall, twelve sets of eyes all watching Yiyu carefully. Kneading her eyes, Tyne's taut posture relaxed a little, the soft reassurance in her head settling her slightly. For a moment, the gaping hole of Myrandith had been threatening to loom large but the immediate proximity - both physically and mentally - of the firelizards had eked it away again. For the moment, she hadn't quite registered either the girl's name or the compliment to her brood.

On Tue, Mar 24, 2020 at 9:42 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"Y-yiyu, lady," she answered quietly, unassumingly. Much like she had with the whers, she slowly extended one hand to the scared-looking older woman, licking her lips nervously. "I'm a Candidate here. Your firelizards are beautiful," she added, unable to resist her own fascination with all creatures great and small.

On Mar 24, 2020, at 4:29 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

It... hadn't been a great day. No, not "bad" in the way Tyne knew "bad" could be but it had been one of those days where she had felt perilously close to that precipitous edge she knew far too well. She had spent most of the day in hiding in her quarters, practising her breathing techniques and grounding herself. It had been an activity that cost her most of the day and had been disturbed when she realised she hadn't eaten anything since the evening of the day before. Anything earlier in the day would undoubtedly have been returned by anxious retching but now, feeling a bit more in balance again, she decided that she needed to do two things - stretch her legs a little and find some food.

She had followed some of the more awkward and therefore lesser used tunnels to the Lower Caverns. It took longer, but the walk was used as another means to ground herself. When she had approached, she had sent Bobbin in, small note strapped to her leg. The gold knew exactly which staffer to head to. No, she wasn't sure she could deal with the bustle of the Dining Hall itself. Unfortunately, the wobble in Tyne's emotional state meant that her brood was feeling especially clingy. Whilst Bobbin and Cairn had had the places of honour on her shoulders, the others had been a train of colour that winked in and out of Between as they kept up, clinging to walls, glow baskets and supporting beams as they stayed close.

The gold had just returned with a small basket in tow, immediately resuming her sentinel post as the basket was plopped gently at Tyne's feet. She had just picked it up when she heard the voice and she started, freezing in place and causing the flock to bristle in alarm at the spike of alert that rushed through Tyne.

"Who're you? Why are you here?" On another day, the voice might have been more demanding. Today it was edged with panic, as though she were caught doing something she shouldn't be doing.

On Tue, Mar 24, 2020 at 9:00 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Yiyu stepped out of the lower caverns and instantly paused. Like a wild runner caught in lamplight, she stilled, aware of eyes on her. Slowly turning, she saw...firelizards. A great many, in fact, but it was the woman who caught her attention with wide, dark eyes that stared through, not passed, her.

"May I..help...you, lady?"




-- 
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Florcott on AIM.

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





-- 
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Florcott on AIM.

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





-- 
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Florcott on AIM.

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





-- 
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Florcott on AIM.

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





-- 
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Florcott on AIM.

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

Re: Hungry Eyes (ATTN: Tyne)

Nutmeg
 

As if in answer to Yiyu's question, and on the silent call of Bobbin, the entire flock gravitated back to Tyne. "Yes," she said simply in an almost matter of fact tone. Once upon a time she would have been too scared to admit of such, terrified of getting in trouble. But Tyne thought little of trouble these days, her uncomplicated train of merely noting that flits helped, therefore she had found flits and it was too late for anyone to get cross about it. "Well, accept Aaru," she said, gesturing to a small, silent green who had found a notched bit of wood to cling to. "She belongs to Bobbin. She was meant for Idri, but Bobbin wanted her."


On Wed, Mar 25, 2020 at 2:13 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"Thank you," Yiyu said politely, her gaze following the little green's graceful movements."Are these all yours?"

On Mar 25, 2020, at 9:09 AM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

Bobbin preened a little. She knew the "b" word. Of course she was beautiful. The smugness trickled into Tyne, bolstering her a little and she relaxed slightly, also helped by Yiyu's smile.

"Your smile is pretty," she said with all the blunt honesty of a child and Cairn chirruped his agreement. Along the walls, the firelizards scuttled closer, trilling and peeping as they approached. It was Zeeti who broke ranks first, the pretty little green twirling around Yiyu's head as if inspecting her.

On Tue, Mar 24, 2020 at 10:45 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"No, Lady, they aren't scaring me," she said. That real, honest smile, that was peaking out more and more the longer she was at the Weyr, graced Yiyu's lips briefly before slipping away.

"They're beautiful," she found herself repeating. The woman looked odd, spooked, almost. By her? Surely not.

On Mar 24, 2020, at 5:34 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

Ironically, it was the timidness radiating from the girl that kept the situation calm. Had she been met with confidence, outright confusion or worse... anger or disgust, it likely would have been enough to tip her over. But the shyness wasn't a threat. The glimmer of "Goldrider" Tyne disappeared again. "...'m sorry." she managed eventually, rubbing her eyes again to try and shift the cobwebs that clouded her visions when she was off-kilter like her eyes were trying to put her in two places at once. Like her brain was trying desperately hard to believe it was in another time, another place. "I don't usually find people here." There was a worried note to her voice now and an edge of confusion. 

She heard the word firelizard and she used it to force her attention back. "They're not scaring you are they? I can send some away if it's too much." Bring it back. Back under control. Back into place. She could do it.

On Tue, Mar 24, 2020 at 10:13 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Yiyu blushed, wondering if she were in trouble. Her hands came out and clasped in front of her, her back straightening as she said quietly, "I just finished dinner and was headed back to the barracks, but I thought you might need help, lady. That, and the firelizards honestly distracted me."

She couldn't quite meet Tyne's gaze. Her own skittered away, her enate timidness flaring up to meet even the hint of a strongly worded question.

On Mar 24, 2020, at 5:03 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

Candidate? Ah... Candidate. The familiar word broke through slightly and Tyne shook her head slightly as though trying to shake her thoughts together. "Shouldn't you be in the Barracks? Or lessons?" That's what Candidates did. Lessons. She had done lessons. Albeit many turns ago. Still on alert, Bobbin and Cairn had leapt into action, thrumming a low croon that was quickly echoed by the others so that the tunnel seemed to vibrate with the sound of crooning flits.

All of the group worked together, creeping closer like crawlers on a wall, twelve sets of eyes all watching Yiyu carefully. Kneading her eyes, Tyne's taut posture relaxed a little, the soft reassurance in her head settling her slightly. For a moment, the gaping hole of Myrandith had been threatening to loom large but the immediate proximity - both physically and mentally - of the firelizards had eked it away again. For the moment, she hadn't quite registered either the girl's name or the compliment to her brood.

On Tue, Mar 24, 2020 at 9:42 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"Y-yiyu, lady," she answered quietly, unassumingly. Much like she had with the whers, she slowly extended one hand to the scared-looking older woman, licking her lips nervously. "I'm a Candidate here. Your firelizards are beautiful," she added, unable to resist her own fascination with all creatures great and small.

On Mar 24, 2020, at 4:29 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

It... hadn't been a great day. No, not "bad" in the way Tyne knew "bad" could be but it had been one of those days where she had felt perilously close to that precipitous edge she knew far too well. She had spent most of the day in hiding in her quarters, practising her breathing techniques and grounding herself. It had been an activity that cost her most of the day and had been disturbed when she realised she hadn't eaten anything since the evening of the day before. Anything earlier in the day would undoubtedly have been returned by anxious retching but now, feeling a bit more in balance again, she decided that she needed to do two things - stretch her legs a little and find some food.

She had followed some of the more awkward and therefore lesser used tunnels to the Lower Caverns. It took longer, but the walk was used as another means to ground herself. When she had approached, she had sent Bobbin in, small note strapped to her leg. The gold knew exactly which staffer to head to. No, she wasn't sure she could deal with the bustle of the Dining Hall itself. Unfortunately, the wobble in Tyne's emotional state meant that her brood was feeling especially clingy. Whilst Bobbin and Cairn had had the places of honour on her shoulders, the others had been a train of colour that winked in and out of Between as they kept up, clinging to walls, glow baskets and supporting beams as they stayed close.

The gold had just returned with a small basket in tow, immediately resuming her sentinel post as the basket was plopped gently at Tyne's feet. She had just picked it up when she heard the voice and she started, freezing in place and causing the flock to bristle in alarm at the spike of alert that rushed through Tyne.

"Who're you? Why are you here?" On another day, the voice might have been more demanding. Today it was edged with panic, as though she were caught doing something she shouldn't be doing.

On Tue, Mar 24, 2020 at 9:00 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Yiyu stepped out of the lower caverns and instantly paused. Like a wild runner caught in lamplight, she stilled, aware of eyes on her. Slowly turning, she saw...firelizards. A great many, in fact, but it was the woman who caught her attention with wide, dark eyes that stared through, not passed, her.

"May I..help...you, lady?"




-- 
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Florcott on AIM.

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





-- 
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Florcott on AIM.

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





-- 
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Florcott on AIM.

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





-- 
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Florcott on AIM.

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



--
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Florcott on AIM.

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

Re: Hiding In Plain Sight (ATTN: Rennitz, Any)

Jessica Freise
 

Choice. Yiyu blinked, licking her lips. She had dared to dream, very privately.

"A green or...a....gold," she said softly, lowering her gaze, embarrassed at her own daring. "What about you?"

On Mar 25, 2020, at 9:53 PM, Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:

Looking back up to Yiyu, Rennitz gave her a little apologetic smile. "Yeah, sorry. I was starting to get so deep on why we do what we do, or at least why dragonriders do. It's honestly terrifying to think of the way we put ourselves in danger without a second thought. But it's also to protect Pern and our loved ones so it's definitely worth it. Say, have you ever thought of what color you'd want to ride? I know earlier you had doubts but surely you've considered, even for a second, what color dragon you'd fancy if you had the choice?"

Re: Hiding In Plain Sight (ATTN: Rennitz, Any)

Ren
 

Looking back up to Yiyu, Rennitz gave her a little apologetic smile. "Yeah, sorry. I was starting to get so deep on why we do what we do, or at least why dragonriders do. It's honestly terrifying to think of the way we put ourselves in danger without a second thought. But it's also to protect Pern and our loved ones so it's definitely worth it. Say, have you ever thought of what color you'd want to ride? I know earlier you had doubts but surely you've considered, even for a second, what color dragon you'd fancy if you had the choice?"

Re: Hide and Seek (ATTN: Garatt)

Jessica Freise
 

"I was lent them," she explained. "I was going to read them here. I don't mind sharing," she concluded, what little backbone she'd drummed up draining away as she slipped inside and sat down beside him.

"I'm Yiyu."

On Mar 25, 2020, at 6:55 PM, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

Garatt blinked at her, resisting the urge to just stick his nose back in the book and ignore her.

"They were just here," he pointed out reasonably. "And I didn't think we were allowed to own bits of space. Except our cots."

On Wed, Mar 25, 2020 at 11:21 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"I...."

She searched for the words she wanted.

"This is my spot and those," she tilted her head at the books, "are mine. I mean...."

On Mar 25, 2020, at 6:08 PM, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

Garatt didn't even notice he was being watched for a few minutes. He'd had things he was meant to be doing, but then he'd seen the books and bent to see what they were. And they looked interesting, so the assignment he had been meant to complete had been forgotten as he settled down for five minutes which quickly become thirty. He was happily intent on his reading and when he did look up it was with a faint air of confusion, clearly wondering what she wanted. "Yes?"

On Wed, Mar 25, 2020 at 10:29 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Yiyu had discovered a small, uninteresting little niche she liked to with draw to when the bussel of the Weyr became a little to much. She'd hidden a few books there, fully expect them to be their the next day when she returned. And they were, a long with a vaguely familiar face. She stood in the opening to the niche and gazed at the slightly messy boy, wondering what she should do or say.




-- 

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





-- 

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

Re: Hide and Seek (ATTN: Garatt)

Laura Walker
 

Garatt blinked at her, resisting the urge to just stick his nose back in the book and ignore her.

"They were just here," he pointed out reasonably. "And I didn't think we were allowed to own bits of space. Except our cots."

On Wed, Mar 25, 2020 at 11:21 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"I...."

She searched for the words she wanted.

"This is my spot and those," she tilted her head at the books, "are mine. I mean...."

On Mar 25, 2020, at 6:08 PM, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

Garatt didn't even notice he was being watched for a few minutes. He'd had things he was meant to be doing, but then he'd seen the books and bent to see what they were. And they looked interesting, so the assignment he had been meant to complete had been forgotten as he settled down for five minutes which quickly become thirty. He was happily intent on his reading and when he did look up it was with a faint air of confusion, clearly wondering what she wanted. "Yes?"

On Wed, Mar 25, 2020 at 10:29 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Yiyu had discovered a small, uninteresting little niche she liked to with draw to when the bussel of the Weyr became a little to much. She'd hidden a few books there, fully expect them to be their the next day when she returned. And they were, a long with a vaguely familiar face. She stood in the opening to the niche and gazed at the slightly messy boy, wondering what she should do or say.




--

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



--

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

Re: Hide and Seek (ATTN: Garatt)

Jessica Freise
 

"I...."

She searched for the words she wanted.

"This is my spot and those," she tilted her head at the books, "are mine. I mean...."

On Mar 25, 2020, at 6:08 PM, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

Garatt didn't even notice he was being watched for a few minutes. He'd had things he was meant to be doing, but then he'd seen the books and bent to see what they were. And they looked interesting, so the assignment he had been meant to complete had been forgotten as he settled down for five minutes which quickly become thirty. He was happily intent on his reading and when he did look up it was with a faint air of confusion, clearly wondering what she wanted. "Yes?"

On Wed, Mar 25, 2020 at 10:29 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Yiyu had discovered a small, uninteresting little niche she liked to with draw to when the bussel of the Weyr became a little to much. She'd hidden a few books there, fully expect them to be their the next day when she returned. And they were, a long with a vaguely familiar face. She stood in the opening to the niche and gazed at the slightly messy boy, wondering what she should do or say.




--

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: Hide and Seek (ATTN: Garatt)

Laura Walker
 

Garatt didn't even notice he was being watched for a few minutes. He'd had things he was meant to be doing, but then he'd seen the books and bent to see what they were. And they looked interesting, so the assignment he had been meant to complete had been forgotten as he settled down for five minutes which quickly become thirty. He was happily intent on his reading and when he did look up it was with a faint air of confusion, clearly wondering what she wanted. "Yes?"


On Wed, Mar 25, 2020 at 10:29 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Yiyu had discovered a small, uninteresting little niche she liked to with draw to when the bussel of the Weyr became a little to much. She'd hidden a few books there, fully expect them to be their the next day when she returned. And they were, a long with a vaguely familiar face. She stood in the opening to the niche and gazed at the slightly messy boy, wondering what she should do or say.




--

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.

Hide and Seek (ATTN: Garatt)

Jessica Freise
 

Yiyu had discovered a small, uninteresting little niche she liked to with draw to when the bussel of the Weyr became a little to much. She'd hidden a few books there, fully expect them to be their the next day when she returned. And they were, a long with a vaguely familiar face. She stood in the opening to the niche and gazed at the slightly messy boy, wondering what she should do or say.

Re: Hiding In Plain Sight (ATTN: Rennitz, Any)

Jessica Freise
 

"I rode a dragon here," she said softly, studying the young woman's pensive face. "What were you about to say? Friends listen, don't they?"

On Mar 24, 2020, at 11:22 PM, Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:

"Well if I'm not being too forward in assuming so, yeah! Friends are important no matter where you are, but I believe that holds especially true in the Weyr. Especially so if we both Impress, because then we'd be Weyrlings together and then fighting together in the Wings. You'd have to get to know your classmates first then your wingmates since your lives would be resting on each other's shoulders. Honestly... it's kind of terrifying." Rennitz sighed softly and let her eyes lower at that admittance. "Thinking about how if we do Impress we'll be responsible for the life of a dragon and then also the life of... Ah, sorry! My mind got caught up there for a moment!" She tried to laugh off the sudden change in mood. "Have you got to meet a dragon yet?"

Re: Hungry Eyes (ATTN: Tyne)

Jessica Freise
 

"Thank you," Yiyu said politely, her gaze following the little green's graceful movements."Are these all yours?"

On Mar 25, 2020, at 9:09 AM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

Bobbin preened a little. She knew the "b" word. Of course she was beautiful. The smugness trickled into Tyne, bolstering her a little and she relaxed slightly, also helped by Yiyu's smile.

"Your smile is pretty," she said with all the blunt honesty of a child and Cairn chirruped his agreement. Along the walls, the firelizards scuttled closer, trilling and peeping as they approached. It was Zeeti who broke ranks first, the pretty little green twirling around Yiyu's head as if inspecting her.

On Tue, Mar 24, 2020 at 10:45 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"No, Lady, they aren't scaring me," she said. That real, honest smile, that was peaking out more and more the longer she was at the Weyr, graced Yiyu's lips briefly before slipping away.

"They're beautiful," she found herself repeating. The woman looked odd, spooked, almost. By her? Surely not.

On Mar 24, 2020, at 5:34 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

Ironically, it was the timidness radiating from the girl that kept the situation calm. Had she been met with confidence, outright confusion or worse... anger or disgust, it likely would have been enough to tip her over. But the shyness wasn't a threat. The glimmer of "Goldrider" Tyne disappeared again. "...'m sorry." she managed eventually, rubbing her eyes again to try and shift the cobwebs that clouded her visions when she was off-kilter like her eyes were trying to put her in two places at once. Like her brain was trying desperately hard to believe it was in another time, another place. "I don't usually find people here." There was a worried note to her voice now and an edge of confusion. 

She heard the word firelizard and she used it to force her attention back. "They're not scaring you are they? I can send some away if it's too much." Bring it back. Back under control. Back into place. She could do it.

On Tue, Mar 24, 2020 at 10:13 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Yiyu blushed, wondering if she were in trouble. Her hands came out and clasped in front of her, her back straightening as she said quietly, "I just finished dinner and was headed back to the barracks, but I thought you might need help, lady. That, and the firelizards honestly distracted me."

She couldn't quite meet Tyne's gaze. Her own skittered away, her enate timidness flaring up to meet even the hint of a strongly worded question.

On Mar 24, 2020, at 5:03 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

Candidate? Ah... Candidate. The familiar word broke through slightly and Tyne shook her head slightly as though trying to shake her thoughts together. "Shouldn't you be in the Barracks? Or lessons?" That's what Candidates did. Lessons. She had done lessons. Albeit many turns ago. Still on alert, Bobbin and Cairn had leapt into action, thrumming a low croon that was quickly echoed by the others so that the tunnel seemed to vibrate with the sound of crooning flits.

All of the group worked together, creeping closer like crawlers on a wall, twelve sets of eyes all watching Yiyu carefully. Kneading her eyes, Tyne's taut posture relaxed a little, the soft reassurance in her head settling her slightly. For a moment, the gaping hole of Myrandith had been threatening to loom large but the immediate proximity - both physically and mentally - of the firelizards had eked it away again. For the moment, she hadn't quite registered either the girl's name or the compliment to her brood.

On Tue, Mar 24, 2020 at 9:42 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"Y-yiyu, lady," she answered quietly, unassumingly. Much like she had with the whers, she slowly extended one hand to the scared-looking older woman, licking her lips nervously. "I'm a Candidate here. Your firelizards are beautiful," she added, unable to resist her own fascination with all creatures great and small.

On Mar 24, 2020, at 4:29 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

It... hadn't been a great day. No, not "bad" in the way Tyne knew "bad" could be but it had been one of those days where she had felt perilously close to that precipitous edge she knew far too well. She had spent most of the day in hiding in her quarters, practising her breathing techniques and grounding herself. It had been an activity that cost her most of the day and had been disturbed when she realised she hadn't eaten anything since the evening of the day before. Anything earlier in the day would undoubtedly have been returned by anxious retching but now, feeling a bit more in balance again, she decided that she needed to do two things - stretch her legs a little and find some food.

She had followed some of the more awkward and therefore lesser used tunnels to the Lower Caverns. It took longer, but the walk was used as another means to ground herself. When she had approached, she had sent Bobbin in, small note strapped to her leg. The gold knew exactly which staffer to head to. No, she wasn't sure she could deal with the bustle of the Dining Hall itself. Unfortunately, the wobble in Tyne's emotional state meant that her brood was feeling especially clingy. Whilst Bobbin and Cairn had had the places of honour on her shoulders, the others had been a train of colour that winked in and out of Between as they kept up, clinging to walls, glow baskets and supporting beams as they stayed close.

The gold had just returned with a small basket in tow, immediately resuming her sentinel post as the basket was plopped gently at Tyne's feet. She had just picked it up when she heard the voice and she started, freezing in place and causing the flock to bristle in alarm at the spike of alert that rushed through Tyne.

"Who're you? Why are you here?" On another day, the voice might have been more demanding. Today it was edged with panic, as though she were caught doing something she shouldn't be doing.

On Tue, Mar 24, 2020 at 9:00 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Yiyu stepped out of the lower caverns and instantly paused. Like a wild runner caught in lamplight, she stilled, aware of eyes on her. Slowly turning, she saw...firelizards. A great many, in fact, but it was the woman who caught her attention with wide, dark eyes that stared through, not passed, her.

"May I..help...you, lady?"




-- 
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Florcott on AIM.

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





-- 
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Florcott on AIM.

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





-- 
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Florcott on AIM.

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





-- 
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Florcott on AIM.

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

Re: Hungry Eyes (ATTN: Tyne)

Nutmeg
 

Bobbin preened a little. She knew the "b" word. Of course she was beautiful. The smugness trickled into Tyne, bolstering her a little and she relaxed slightly, also helped by Yiyu's smile.

"Your smile is pretty," she said with all the blunt honesty of a child and Cairn chirruped his agreement. Along the walls, the firelizards scuttled closer, trilling and peeping as they approached. It was Zeeti who broke ranks first, the pretty little green twirling around Yiyu's head as if inspecting her.

On Tue, Mar 24, 2020 at 10:45 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"No, Lady, they aren't scaring me," she said. That real, honest smile, that was peaking out more and more the longer she was at the Weyr, graced Yiyu's lips briefly before slipping away.

"They're beautiful," she found herself repeating. The woman looked odd, spooked, almost. By her? Surely not.

On Mar 24, 2020, at 5:34 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

Ironically, it was the timidness radiating from the girl that kept the situation calm. Had she been met with confidence, outright confusion or worse... anger or disgust, it likely would have been enough to tip her over. But the shyness wasn't a threat. The glimmer of "Goldrider" Tyne disappeared again. "...'m sorry." she managed eventually, rubbing her eyes again to try and shift the cobwebs that clouded her visions when she was off-kilter like her eyes were trying to put her in two places at once. Like her brain was trying desperately hard to believe it was in another time, another place. "I don't usually find people here." There was a worried note to her voice now and an edge of confusion. 

She heard the word firelizard and she used it to force her attention back. "They're not scaring you are they? I can send some away if it's too much." Bring it back. Back under control. Back into place. She could do it.

On Tue, Mar 24, 2020 at 10:13 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Yiyu blushed, wondering if she were in trouble. Her hands came out and clasped in front of her, her back straightening as she said quietly, "I just finished dinner and was headed back to the barracks, but I thought you might need help, lady. That, and the firelizards honestly distracted me."

She couldn't quite meet Tyne's gaze. Her own skittered away, her enate timidness flaring up to meet even the hint of a strongly worded question.

On Mar 24, 2020, at 5:03 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

Candidate? Ah... Candidate. The familiar word broke through slightly and Tyne shook her head slightly as though trying to shake her thoughts together. "Shouldn't you be in the Barracks? Or lessons?" That's what Candidates did. Lessons. She had done lessons. Albeit many turns ago. Still on alert, Bobbin and Cairn had leapt into action, thrumming a low croon that was quickly echoed by the others so that the tunnel seemed to vibrate with the sound of crooning flits.

All of the group worked together, creeping closer like crawlers on a wall, twelve sets of eyes all watching Yiyu carefully. Kneading her eyes, Tyne's taut posture relaxed a little, the soft reassurance in her head settling her slightly. For a moment, the gaping hole of Myrandith had been threatening to loom large but the immediate proximity - both physically and mentally - of the firelizards had eked it away again. For the moment, she hadn't quite registered either the girl's name or the compliment to her brood.

On Tue, Mar 24, 2020 at 9:42 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"Y-yiyu, lady," she answered quietly, unassumingly. Much like she had with the whers, she slowly extended one hand to the scared-looking older woman, licking her lips nervously. "I'm a Candidate here. Your firelizards are beautiful," she added, unable to resist her own fascination with all creatures great and small.

On Mar 24, 2020, at 4:29 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

It... hadn't been a great day. No, not "bad" in the way Tyne knew "bad" could be but it had been one of those days where she had felt perilously close to that precipitous edge she knew far too well. She had spent most of the day in hiding in her quarters, practising her breathing techniques and grounding herself. It had been an activity that cost her most of the day and had been disturbed when she realised she hadn't eaten anything since the evening of the day before. Anything earlier in the day would undoubtedly have been returned by anxious retching but now, feeling a bit more in balance again, she decided that she needed to do two things - stretch her legs a little and find some food.

She had followed some of the more awkward and therefore lesser used tunnels to the Lower Caverns. It took longer, but the walk was used as another means to ground herself. When she had approached, she had sent Bobbin in, small note strapped to her leg. The gold knew exactly which staffer to head to. No, she wasn't sure she could deal with the bustle of the Dining Hall itself. Unfortunately, the wobble in Tyne's emotional state meant that her brood was feeling especially clingy. Whilst Bobbin and Cairn had had the places of honour on her shoulders, the others had been a train of colour that winked in and out of Between as they kept up, clinging to walls, glow baskets and supporting beams as they stayed close.

The gold had just returned with a small basket in tow, immediately resuming her sentinel post as the basket was plopped gently at Tyne's feet. She had just picked it up when she heard the voice and she started, freezing in place and causing the flock to bristle in alarm at the spike of alert that rushed through Tyne.

"Who're you? Why are you here?" On another day, the voice might have been more demanding. Today it was edged with panic, as though she were caught doing something she shouldn't be doing.

On Tue, Mar 24, 2020 at 9:00 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Yiyu stepped out of the lower caverns and instantly paused. Like a wild runner caught in lamplight, she stilled, aware of eyes on her. Slowly turning, she saw...firelizards. A great many, in fact, but it was the woman who caught her attention with wide, dark eyes that stared through, not passed, her.

"May I..help...you, lady?"




-- 
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Florcott on AIM.

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





-- 
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Florcott on AIM.

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





-- 
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Florcott on AIM.

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



--
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Florcott on AIM.

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

Re: Training day... activate! (Tyne/ANY)

Nutmeg
 

She had watched the whole exchange whilst wobbling internally on a taut tightrope of fear. She didn't say anything whilst another draconic exchange took place but her own mind was humming. Did she know this Rider? HAD she known this Rider? It hadn't occurred to her where Sahari might be from, least of it it being Ista. As far as she was concerned, this was just another Rider no doubt being filled in as to who she HAD been and the Rider now becoming terrified of being near her. In her dark moments of petulance, Tyne found herself wondering whether they thought she was cursed and that just being near her meant that she would ensure the same terrible fate befell them both. The irony was that not even in her cruellest, most petty of moments would she have wished this on her worst enemy.

That nothing was immediately happened, she wasn't sure if it was good or bad. But she waited. Carefully, her fingers twisted through Cairn and Bobbin's tail in a gesture as childlike as an upset babe reaching for a favourite stuffie. But she waited and used the seconds to focus on the streaks of calm she still had a hold of. 

It was close to an acquiescence as she would get, even if the word "flight" had made her flinch like she had been slapped. Perhaps it was more the combination but it sent a jolt through her. "It does." Was all she first managed to say after what had seemed like eons  but the inner Myrandith was fading now, settling its proverbial head and her voice was small and quiet, again childlike. Although she didn't drink alcohol anymore these days barring the weakest of wines on occasion, now would have been the time where she would have reached for a stiff drink. Instead she held the flask out to Sahari, a mute token of peace. That she didn't know what was going to happen immediately after was what kept her still on edge, still ready to... something. Run? Fight? Disappear? She could never interpret what that twisted sensation of taut anticipation wanted, but she at least could recognise it now.

On Wed, Mar 25, 2020 at 8:34 AM Jenna Cunningham <jenna.layne.cunningham@...> wrote:
At first, Sahari felt pity, and watched the shift of emotions across Tyne's face, wondering how to salvage the situation. Stupid though the girl might have been, she'd paid dearly enough for it now and, besides --

Wait. Was that disdain? Was this former gold rider still too good to hang out with the likes of her?

Her hand closed into a fist, and she brought her arm back to her side, planting her feet shoulder-width apart, unconsciously adopting the sort of bullish stance that usually preceded a fight in her younger days. Behind her, rising out of the shallows and shaking himself dry, she felt Oachayth's keen worry.

<<Mine, if you hit her, we will have to leave. I like it here.>> He sounded as plaintive as she had ever heard him.

I'm not going to hit her. But she glanced down at her hands and found them still balled into tight fists, and felt the tension in her lean body. Maybe she had been intending to do exactly that - and the realization embarrassed her. She was too old to be slugging someone for insulting her, ex-gold rider or not, and she knew better than to bully around someone who couldn't even fight back. Especially when her lifemate's happiness was on the line.

"Well," she said instead, ignoring Tyne's earlier question, and felt the fight go out of her. "Sometimes flights just go to shit. It happens."



--
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Florcott on AIM.

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

Re: (Razelth's Clutch) The Ground Rules (Attn: Any Candidates)

Nutmeg
 

It was an obvious testament to Ysolde's naivety at playing The Game that she had been entirely unaware of the clumsiness of her words. When Delysia had directly spoken to her, she had felt a warm coil of heat spreading through her. She recognised pride in its different form, she was familiar with the varied sensation from a job well done or praise for her work with her Da. She picked up on the gentle note of reproach and it puzzled her. It wasn't a reprimand, no, Delysia had just demonstrated all too clearly only a few seconds before how sharp she could be and in a flash of immaturity that reflected her age, Ysolde had smothered a small small behind her hand. So something she had just done wasn't quite... correct. Yes, that felt right. Not wrong per se, just not quite right. She would take that away with her later and have a think on the whole scenario and see if she could figure it out for herself.

When she had heard Kyrel's question, her first instinct had almost been to mirror's Luicion's. But a thought struck her as she turned around to face the voice it came from. "Is this your first time seeing a Hatching?" she asked politely - her tone encouraging, bracing herself for Delysia's ire if she had gotten in the Goldrider's way but given that not too many moons ago, it was the sort of question she would have asked for herself and, not recognising Kyrel, felt she wanted to give them a buffer - a chance to save themselves of sorts. She shot a look at Luicion, one that said her thoughts in one disapproving glare that would be hard to interpret as anything other than "maybe he doesn't actually know?". Not everyone was so fortunate as to have been Weyrbred or had been in a Weyr long enough to understand it all. Not too long ago, she had regarded the dragons as almost mystical creatures, so little did she *actually* know about them.

Hearing Myatka's own question, she had nodded to herself. That... was reasonable to ask. Each Goldrider was different after all, each had requirements that made life easier or harder for the Candidates hoping to Impress to one of their Gold's eggs. And she was sure that Nayari was already breaking out the "prior to Impression" folder of lesson plans that she was sure that the Candidatemaster kept ready for every Hatching. Oh yes, t's would be crossed and i's would be dotted.

OoC: Not sure if Kyrel is very new :D Ysolde wants to throw him a life belt if so!

On Wed, Mar 25, 2020 at 6:49 AM Mya L. R. <mleesan@...> wrote:
Myatka frowned.  While Tyelko's question struck him as not the first question that should come to mind, Myatka'd figured that might've been more because he was more experience with dragons than Tyelko.  Still it'd sounded an innocent enough that it made him uncomfortable how Delysia made it sound like a stupid question.  He opened his mouth then shut it quickly since another Candidate spoke and his gaze snapped toward Kyrel, shaking his head though he wasn't really sitting somewhere that Kyrel'd see it.  At least the question put him back into the mindset they'd been more brought into the class to discuss questions related to the clutch and what'd follow that.  More calmly he raised his hand.  "Did you have a lesson like this before your Impression, ma'am?  I've help my dad with his bronze a few times and am wondering, in your opinion, how much of an understatement I should take the 'little extra work' as."

On Tue, Mar 24, 2020 at 11:50 PM <mglady3@...> wrote:
It was probably just as well for Asheran that he wasn't the one asking the question. Delysia speared Tyelko with a cool glance. "I believe that the ability to count is still a prerequisite to candidacy." Her voice was pleasant, in the same way steel sheathed in velvet was pleasant. "As such, I'm sure that you can figure out the answer to your question. If not, I'm certain that one of the others will help you."

Her glance, as it turned to Ysolde, was more thoughtful. She'd meet the young woman a few days prior and had been suitably impressed by her intelligence and manners. The girl clearly wanted to curry favor. That in and of itself, Delysia did not take exception to. She knew that it was within her ability to help along the career of an ambitious young rider. And she saw nothing wrong with putting opportunity in the way of a talented individual. However, doing so in front of a class full of candidate seemed... unwise, blatant even. She knew that Ysolde was capable of more subtlety than that. There was a note of reproof in her voice as she responded, albeit of a gentle variety. "I thank you for your offer, Ysolde, but it's not necessary. I think your candidate masters will agree with me when I say that a candidate's only job, at this junction, should be to prepare him or herself for possible impression."

She turned her attention, and a smile on the rest of the candidates, perhaps remind some that Delysia could be a remarkably beautiful and charming woman when she made an effort. "Being a candidate is a lot of work, as I'm sure you all know. It will not get better as a weyrling. Quite on the contrary. You'll find that putting in a little extra work now can take you a long way." She paused to allow that idea to absorb.





On Tue, Mar 24, 2020 at 11:32 AM Mya L. R. <mleesan@...> wrote:
A Clutch meant there would be Candidates more eager than some of the others.  Mainly the younger ones, or those who'd not stood before, Qioyon qualified for both and he couldn't keep from bouncing in his seat, rather excited over the situation.  There were several people asking question, and he kept swinging his head around looking in their direction, listening, but kept his own month shut for now.  At least waiting for the Goldrider to answer those people as he didn't want to cause her to be swamp with various question.

----

The whole Clutch situation wasn't new for Myatka, being Weyrborn meant he'd seen various Hatchings before turning 12.  It was, however, his first clutch since becoming a Candidate so it surprised him how interested he was in the rules Delysia listed, even though most weren't all that surprising for someone familiar with Arolos.  He nodded after each thing Delysia listed off and, once she asked for questions, he looked around in silence to see who'd ask question.  He expected that it'd be more the non-Weyrborns asking questions, expected they'd have more questions than Weyrborns, so didn't want to interrupt those that needed the information.  

On Tue, Mar 24, 2020 at 11:48 AM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Yiyu was as far back in the grouping as she could be and still be present. Head lowered, hands clasped, she watched and listened, but couldn't find words to express the myriad of questions circling in her mind.


This wasn't home, she reminded herself. She wouldn't be rebuked for just speaking. She wouldn't. Would she?

On Mar 24, 2020, at 10:37 AM, Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:

Sitting with the other candidates, Rennitz listened to the questions while looking out at Razelth pensively. A new clutch was a wonderful boon to any Weyr- so many possibilities and opportunities. What would it bring? Who would go on to be the Weyr's newest Threadfighters? These questions sat in Rennitz's mind as she listened to the two questions and had to stifle a sigh at Ysolde's pandering. Yes of course one had to be polite to goldriders, especially when their queen had just clutched and one was being given permission to see the eggs, but Faranth's golden egg, this was excessive. The question itself was a good one and Rennitz would absolutely be happy to run errands for Delysia if she chose, or of course Razelth, but the downright wordiness of it had the Keroonian grimacing internally. Why, Ysolde? Just why?

The comment about pets on the sands had Rennitz nodding. Aranck was already interested in the clutch and, Rennitz knew, would be more than happy to run errands for Razelth if she wanted. The brown would be delighted to bring her fish or trinkets and if the gold firelizard wanted anything too, well he'd oblige in an instant. From his perch nearby but out of sight, Aranck sent his agreement eagerly. 




--
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Member Name: MyaL
Discord: Neffeyn#8723



--
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Florcott on AIM.

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

Re: Training day... activate! (Tyne/ANY)

Jenna Cunningham
 

At first, Sahari felt pity, and watched the shift of emotions across Tyne's face, wondering how to salvage the situation. Stupid though the girl might have been, she'd paid dearly enough for it now and, besides --

Wait. Was that disdain? Was this former gold rider still too good to hang out with the likes of her?

Her hand closed into a fist, and she brought her arm back to her side, planting her feet shoulder-width apart, unconsciously adopting the sort of bullish stance that usually preceded a fight in her younger days. Behind her, rising out of the shallows and shaking himself dry, she felt Oachayth's keen worry.

<<Mine, if you hit her, we will have to leave. I like it here.>> He sounded as plaintive as she had ever heard him.

I'm not going to hit her. But she glanced down at her hands and found them still balled into tight fists, and felt the tension in her lean body. Maybe she had been intending to do exactly that - and the realization embarrassed her. She was too old to be slugging someone for insulting her, ex-gold rider or not, and she knew better than to bully around someone who couldn't even fight back. Especially when her lifemate's happiness was on the line.

"Well," she said instead, ignoring Tyne's earlier question, and felt the fight go out of her. "Sometimes flights just go to shit. It happens."

Re: (Razelth's Clutch) The Ground Rules (Attn: Any Candidates)

Mya L. R.
 

Myatka frowned.  While Tyelko's question struck him as not the first question that should come to mind, Myatka'd figured that might've been more because he was more experience with dragons than Tyelko.  Still it'd sounded an innocent enough that it made him uncomfortable how Delysia made it sound like a stupid question.  He opened his mouth then shut it quickly since another Candidate spoke and his gaze snapped toward Kyrel, shaking his head though he wasn't really sitting somewhere that Kyrel'd see it.  At least the question put him back into the mindset they'd been more brought into the class to discuss questions related to the clutch and what'd follow that.  More calmly he raised his hand.  "Did you have a lesson like this before your Impression, ma'am?  I've help my dad with his bronze a few times and am wondering, in your opinion, how much of an understatement I should take the 'little extra work' as."


On Tue, Mar 24, 2020 at 11:50 PM <mglady3@...> wrote:
It was probably just as well for Asheran that he wasn't the one asking the question. Delysia speared Tyelko with a cool glance. "I believe that the ability to count is still a prerequisite to candidacy." Her voice was pleasant, in the same way steel sheathed in velvet was pleasant. "As such, I'm sure that you can figure out the answer to your question. If not, I'm certain that one of the others will help you."

Her glance, as it turned to Ysolde, was more thoughtful. She'd meet the young woman a few days prior and had been suitably impressed by her intelligence and manners. The girl clearly wanted to curry favor. That in and of itself, Delysia did not take exception to. She knew that it was within her ability to help along the career of an ambitious young rider. And she saw nothing wrong with putting opportunity in the way of a talented individual. However, doing so in front of a class full of candidate seemed... unwise, blatant even. She knew that Ysolde was capable of more subtlety than that. There was a note of reproof in her voice as she responded, albeit of a gentle variety. "I thank you for your offer, Ysolde, but it's not necessary. I think your candidate masters will agree with me when I say that a candidate's only job, at this junction, should be to prepare him or herself for possible impression."

She turned her attention, and a smile on the rest of the candidates, perhaps remind some that Delysia could be a remarkably beautiful and charming woman when she made an effort. "Being a candidate is a lot of work, as I'm sure you all know. It will not get better as a weyrling. Quite on the contrary. You'll find that putting in a little extra work now can take you a long way." She paused to allow that idea to absorb.





On Tue, Mar 24, 2020 at 11:32 AM Mya L. R. <mleesan@...> wrote:
A Clutch meant there would be Candidates more eager than some of the others.  Mainly the younger ones, or those who'd not stood before, Qioyon qualified for both and he couldn't keep from bouncing in his seat, rather excited over the situation.  There were several people asking question, and he kept swinging his head around looking in their direction, listening, but kept his own month shut for now.  At least waiting for the Goldrider to answer those people as he didn't want to cause her to be swamp with various question.

----

The whole Clutch situation wasn't new for Myatka, being Weyrborn meant he'd seen various Hatchings before turning 12.  It was, however, his first clutch since becoming a Candidate so it surprised him how interested he was in the rules Delysia listed, even though most weren't all that surprising for someone familiar with Arolos.  He nodded after each thing Delysia listed off and, once she asked for questions, he looked around in silence to see who'd ask question.  He expected that it'd be more the non-Weyrborns asking questions, expected they'd have more questions than Weyrborns, so didn't want to interrupt those that needed the information.  

On Tue, Mar 24, 2020 at 11:48 AM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Yiyu was as far back in the grouping as she could be and still be present. Head lowered, hands clasped, she watched and listened, but couldn't find words to express the myriad of questions circling in her mind.


This wasn't home, she reminded herself. She wouldn't be rebuked for just speaking. She wouldn't. Would she?

On Mar 24, 2020, at 10:37 AM, Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:

Sitting with the other candidates, Rennitz listened to the questions while looking out at Razelth pensively. A new clutch was a wonderful boon to any Weyr- so many possibilities and opportunities. What would it bring? Who would go on to be the Weyr's newest Threadfighters? These questions sat in Rennitz's mind as she listened to the two questions and had to stifle a sigh at Ysolde's pandering. Yes of course one had to be polite to goldriders, especially when their queen had just clutched and one was being given permission to see the eggs, but Faranth's golden egg, this was excessive. The question itself was a good one and Rennitz would absolutely be happy to run errands for Delysia if she chose, or of course Razelth, but the downright wordiness of it had the Keroonian grimacing internally. Why, Ysolde? Just why?

The comment about pets on the sands had Rennitz nodding. Aranck was already interested in the clutch and, Rennitz knew, would be more than happy to run errands for Razelth if she wanted. The brown would be delighted to bring her fish or trinkets and if the gold firelizard wanted anything too, well he'd oblige in an instant. From his perch nearby but out of sight, Aranck sent his agreement eagerly. 




--
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Member Name: MyaL
Discord: Neffeyn#8723

Re: Hiding In Plain Sight (ATTN: Rennitz, Any)

Ren
 

"Well if I'm not being too forward in assuming so, yeah! Friends are important no matter where you are, but I believe that holds especially true in the Weyr. Especially so if we both Impress, because then we'd be Weyrlings together and then fighting together in the Wings. You'd have to get to know your classmates first then your wingmates since your lives would be resting on each other's shoulders. Honestly... it's kind of terrifying." Rennitz sighed softly and let her eyes lower at that admittance. "Thinking about how if we do Impress we'll be responsible for the life of a dragon and then also the life of... Ah, sorry! My mind got caught up there for a moment!" She tried to laugh off the sudden change in mood. "Have you got to meet a dragon yet?"

Re: (Razelth's Clutch) The Ground Rules (Attn: Any Candidates)

Ren
 

Luicion slowly turned his head to look at Kyrel like he was an actual flaming idiot and liable to set the rest of them on fire. Would the eggs- what the feck, what the ABSOLUTE FECK kind of question was that?? He could easily be just as dumb and ask him that right there in front of everyone but 1) that was Delysia's prerogative, and 2) he was from Fort and thus had some damn sense. Luicion kept his counsel while still giving that kid the side-eye.