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Re: Jewels In Their Setting (ATTN: Diagir)

Jessica Freise
 

"I've heard," she started timidly, watching as the whers approached, "that many think them ugly. But I don't."


had she dared? She had. She had voiced her own opinion, a thing that she'd only done once or twice in her lifetime and that had always resulted in a swift and heavy retribution from her father. She gazed on each wher, seeing the differences, the confirmation, the beauty.

On Mar 24, 2020, at 1:58 PM, Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:

"Aye, especially since you asked so nicely and you very clearly seem to want to learn about them." Diagir always enjoyed people wanting to meet and learn about whers and he was always delighted to show his off in particular. Looking over his shoulder, he wasn't surprised to see Ziya standing in the water watching them. "Call your boys over, hm? Someone wants to meet you."

Ziya snorted through the water in happy agreement and stood to her full height. Looking over her shoulder, Ziya trilled at the brown and green behind her before proceeding towards Diagir and Yiyu. {Who girl?} Ziya asked Diagir.

"This is Yiyu, my dear. Yiyu, this is Ziya, my Callamere gold queen wher. Coming up now are my first wher, Northern brown Diagirsk, and Ziya's daughter, green Vainglory."

Diagirsk grunted as he emerged from the water, his massive size a testament to his origin. Vainglory, meanwhile, was quite tiny next to the brown, which showed off her Callamere genes. 

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

Jessica Freise
 

"You...haven't Impressed yet?"

The question was so stupid, so obvious, that Yiyu blushed furiously and glanced down and away. Her heart turned over at the thought of not Impressing, then lifted a little. Obviously she could stay, could try again. Not that they hadn't told her that. But she was so secretly hopeful it hurt inside.

On Mar 24, 2020, at 2:09 PM, Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:

"It really is," Rennitz nodded. "They're enormous and filled with so much to do and so many people, oh not to mention the dragons themselves. I've Stood for a few Hatchings and each one is different. Not just because there's a different queen or sire, or a different amount of eggs. The hatchlings all act so differently and sometimes things happen, but overall it's just magical. You really couldn't have come at a better time, either! What with Razelth clutching now, we'll be Standing in a few sevendays!"

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

Ren
 

"It really is," Rennitz nodded. "They're enormous and filled with so much to do and so many people, oh not to mention the dragons themselves. I've Stood for a few Hatchings and each one is different. Not just because there's a different queen or sire, or a different amount of eggs. The hatchlings all act so differently and sometimes things happen, but overall it's just magical. You really couldn't have come at a better time, either! What with Razelth clutching now, we'll be Standing in a few sevendays!"

Re: Jewels In Their Setting (ATTN: Diagir)

Ren
 

"Aye, especially since you asked so nicely and you very clearly seem to want to learn about them." Diagir always enjoyed people wanting to meet and learn about whers and he was always delighted to show his off in particular. Looking over his shoulder, he wasn't surprised to see Ziya standing in the water watching them. "Call your boys over, hm? Someone wants to meet you."

Ziya snorted through the water in happy agreement and stood to her full height. Looking over her shoulder, Ziya trilled at the brown and green behind her before proceeding towards Diagir and Yiyu. {Who girl?} Ziya asked Diagir.

"This is Yiyu, my dear. Yiyu, this is Ziya, my Callamere gold queen wher. Coming up now are my first wher, Northern brown Diagirsk, and Ziya's daughter, green Vainglory."

Diagirsk grunted as he emerged from the water, his massive size a testament to his origin. Vainglory, meanwhile, was quite tiny next to the brown, which showed off her Callamere genes. 

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

Jessica Freise
 

"I...uh....about a sevenday," she murmured, forcing a rare smile to her lips and feeling it settle there honestly. The girl was infectious. "I never thought...I mean, to be here...it's like a dream."

On Mar 24, 2020, at 1:44 PM, Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:

Rennitz chuckled softly while still grinning. "I don't... technically come from Keroon, just from a hold nearby. Either way, it's nice to meet you. When did you arrive?" There were plenty more questions that Rennitz wanted to ask Yiyu but she also didn't want to overwhelm the new girl. Especially since she looked so scared and nervous. "First time at a Weyr, huh? It's really overwhelming at first isn't it?"

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

Ren
 

Rennitz chuckled softly while still grinning. "I don't... technically come from Keroon, just from a hold nearby. Either way, it's nice to meet you. When did you arrive?" There were plenty more questions that Rennitz wanted to ask Yiyu but she also didn't want to overwhelm the new girl. Especially since she looked so scared and nervous. "First time at a Weyr, huh? It's really overwhelming at first isn't it?"

Re: Fruit Destruction at it's Messiest (attn: Ysolde, Qioyon)

Mya L. R.
 



On Tue, Mar 24, 2020 at 3:46 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Now that she stopped to properly look at the kid, it was apparent that he was pretty much plastered in stains and with his talk of fruit, that correlated with some of the colours she was looking at. "I'm not sure what you've been up to but to get that much on you meant it had to be good fun!" So he was a bit messy. She... just didn't want to touch him. Stickiness made her a bit... yeah. She didn't do stickiness. But she was also about his age at one point and she also remembered that she had a tendency to come home with more than a few smudges herself - especially if she had been gem hunting.

Qioyon ducked his head, sheepishly, as that brought his attention back onto why he'd gotten so messy.  Still the mention of 'good fun' made him snap his gaze back toward Ysolde, with a grin spreading across his face, lighting up his expression from it's previous gloom.  "I was making a dragon outta fruit!  Well, maybe dragon, it was more flit size and didn't look quite right, to me at least, but hopefully it'll make them think of a dragon rather than a flit!"  He said bouncing in place and obvious being more than willing to explain at least part of what he'd been doing. 


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Re: Jewels In Their Setting (ATTN: Diagir)

Jessica Freise
 

She let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. Her glance found the approaching gold and her mixed fear and awe showed plainly on her face, though hope blazed in her dark brown eyes.

"Could I?" she asked, voice a little louder, but still soft.

On Mar 24, 2020, at 1:34 PM, Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:

"Wonderful, aren't they, lass?" Diagir asked the child kindly. "Have you ever seen whers before? Most who have wouldn't have seen a queen like my Ziya. Now, the most important thing to remember about any draconic is that queens are very territorial. Get too close and they don't know you and they'll get defensive. Some might get aggressive. Don't worry, mine won't because they've been trained well enough. That said... would you like to meet them?"

Hearing her human talking to someone, Ziya looked over to see Diagir talking to a young girl. She waded through the shallow water towards them while keeping her paws in the wet sand, working her fingers gently through the muck. The gold was curious about this young one- they weren't one of the whelps studying at the Wherhold, who were they?

Re: Jewels In Their Setting (ATTN: Diagir)

Ren
 

"Wonderful, aren't they, lass?" Diagir asked the child kindly. "Have you ever seen whers before? Most who have wouldn't have seen a queen like my Ziya. Now, the most important thing to remember about any draconic is that queens are very territorial. Get too close and they don't know you and they'll get defensive. Some might get aggressive. Don't worry, mine won't because they've been trained well enough. That said... would you like to meet them?"

Hearing her human talking to someone, Ziya looked over to see Diagir talking to a young girl. She waded through the shallow water towards them while keeping her paws in the wet sand, working her fingers gently through the muck. The gold was curious about this young one- they weren't one of the whelps studying at the Wherhold, who were they?

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

Mya L. R.
 

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.

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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. 



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Jewels In Their Setting (ATTN: Diagir)

Jessica Freise
 

Yiyu saw the trio of whers first. Her gaze was caught by the glint of the gold, then shifted to the awe-inspiring forms of her two companions: one brown, one green.

Forgetting herself, she stepped closer to the lake. Inch by inch she, moved focused only on the trio splashing at the edge of the lake. Freezing when a heavy hand dropped on her petite shoulder and made her look up -- and up.

Gulping hard, she studied the imposing figure beside her. Automatically, her hands moved to clasp before her, as if she were silently saying 'see, I didn't do anything'. Swallowing again, she threw another awe-filled look at the whers, then refocused on the scarred man.

"H-h--h-hello," she managed.

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

Jessica Freise
 

Yiyu startled slightly as the other young wooman appeared in front of her. The bright, welcoming smile wasn't unfamiliar; the Weyr had done nothing but welcome her. Still, she took a step or two back, clasping her hands before her in a nervous gesture.


"I'm....new," she all but whispered in agreement. "My name is Yiyu. I don't come from a  famous hold or anything..."

On Mar 24, 2020, at 11:37 AM, Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:

Seeing a new face, and a rather glum one at that, Rennitz's heart lurched with empathy and excitement. She remembered that face on herself, being so unsure of her place in the Weyr and if she even belonged here, how much she wanted a friend. Making up her mind at just that, Rennitz went to greet the girl. Aranck watched nearby from a rock with vague interest.

"Hello there! Sorry if I'm bothering you- you're new here, aren't you?" Rennitz smiled at the girl warmly and gestured to her shoulder knots. "I'm Rennitz, a candidate like you. I come originally from Keroon, what about you?" There was much more that she wanted to say but she also didn't want to overwhelm the girl too much.

Re: Hiding In Plain Sight (ATTN: Any)

Ren
 

Seeing a new face, and a rather glum one at that, Rennitz's heart lurched with empathy and excitement. She remembered that face on herself, being so unsure of her place in the Weyr and if she even belonged here, how much she wanted a friend. Making up her mind at just that, Rennitz went to greet the girl. Aranck watched nearby from a rock with vague interest.

"Hello there! Sorry if I'm bothering you- you're new here, aren't you?" Rennitz smiled at the girl warmly and gestured to her shoulder knots. "I'm Rennitz, a candidate like you. I come originally from Keroon, what about you?" There was much more that she wanted to say but she also didn't want to overwhelm the girl too much.

Hiding In Plain Sight (ATTN: Any)

Jessica Freise
 

Yiyu closed her eyes and breathed. Excitement was almost so thick within the Weyr that you could have cut it with a knife. Her heart beat hard in her chest, her palms sweat. She couldn't imagine, if this was how things were on clutching day, what it would be like on hatching.

Eyes still closed, she rubbed her damp palms on the thighs of her outfit, then trailed them in the water of the lake where she knelt. She had never imagined she could be Searched, never thought she would amount to anything. A little voice inside her mind snidely remarked that she had yet to amount to anything, even now.

A candidate was not guaranteed Impression. That thought made her breath catch, her heart ache. She wanted to Impress, and badly. No more, she supposed, than every other boy or girl sent to stand, but in her heart she feared not doing so might break her.

Rising to her feet, she turned away from the lake and began to walk.

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

Jessica Freise
 

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. 

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

Ren
 

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. 

Re: (Razelth's Clutch) And So It Begins (Attn: Vofali, Any)

Ren
 

{{Razelth is laying.}} The phrase was stated calmly, but Vofali knew her green well enough to hear the underlying eagerness and excitement in Seisilth's tone. {{He will have his first chance soon. I am excited.}} Seisilth's eyes whirled happily at the thought of her partner's son finally being able to Stand for a dragon of his own. {{He will be a good rider, and I'm not just saying that because he's yours or I like him.}}

"Sure, sure, and the sun isn't warm," Vofali teased, laughing when that drew an indignant snort from her dragon. "No, no, dear, I understand what you mean. Surely a Searchdragon would indeed know good rider material even inside her own Weyr." That compliment had Seisilth's chest puffing up quite happily in placated pride. "Honestly? I'm nervous. I know I've seen hundreds of Hatchings if I've seen a single one, but..."

{{This one is with your own hatchling,}} The green provided softly, eyes whirling a soft blue as she put her head next to Vofali, who answered with gentle scratches to Seisilth's eye ridges. {{I can't wait to see what happens.}}

{Lyn Stand too?} came an excited query from the box in the corner where a pale green snout stuck out. Falisk's own eyes whirled an eager light blue in the dusk of her little den. Vofali laughed and sent her wher thoughts of love.

"Not yet, sweetheart. She's still got a few Turns to go before she can Stand for her own dragon." 

Vofali could swear that she heard a pout from Falisk. {Fine. Lyn just no see 'Laisk long time anyway.} The green wher shuffled and turned around in her den, still definitely pouting. Vofali chuckled and turned back to her dragon.

"It's a shame H'son won't be able to see him Stand for the first time," Vofali admitted almost wistfully. "Sure, Kl'ryn will likely be there, but the boy's father said he wanted a part in the lad's life, then he goes North before he can Stand."

{{Mm. Markath's always seemed odd to me, but I like Sengroth's better anyway.}}


"Do you like Sengroth's rider, or just Sengroth himself?" Vofali teased her dragon with a grin. The huff she received in reply was enough of a victory that she let it go. "Ah well. We'll see what happens, eh? Sounds like Razelth is still in the process of laying the eggs and won't even let people see them for a while yet. He's got time."

Re: Fruit Destruction at it's Messiest (attn: Ysolde, Qioyon)

Nutmeg
 

Now that she stopped to properly look at the kid, it was apparent that he was pretty much plastered in stains and with his talk of fruit, that correlated with some of the colours she was looking at. "I'm not sure what you've been up to but to get that much on you meant it had to be good fun!" So he was a bit messy. She... just didn't want to touch him. Stickiness made her a bit... yeah. She didn't do stickiness. But she was also about his age at one point and she also remembered that she had a tendency to come home with more than a few smudges herself - especially if she had been gem hunting.


On Mon, Mar 23, 2020 at 7:41 PM Mya L. R. <mleesan@...> wrote:
Qioyon noticed the older teen walking past, but put her from his mind since she'd obviously walked past without stopping.  So the sudden voice startled him and he lowered his arms, not quite back to his sides, before looking at Ysolde.  "Oh sure!  I mean I've got to be better off than the fruit."  He said, pausing at the end of his comment, then raised his hands just in case she'd not seen all the stains on them.  "I...really didn't mean to get so much of them on me."

On Mon, Mar 23, 2020 at 3:01 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Brushing the crumbs for her tunic as she went, Ysolde had strolled quickly through the tunnels back towards the Barracks. If she didn't hang about, she would have a couple of hours to work on the gems she had under her cot before her next lesson was due to start. She'd had a productive day today and was feeling pleased with herself as she moved quickly through the Barracks, initially walking past the other person who had been stood still. She was so busy with her own thoughts that all she had registered at first was to avoid running into them.

She was a good several steps back when she stopped and looked back, noticing for the first time the slightly lost and sad look on the kid's face. "Hey," she began, back-tracking until she was alongside him. "You okay?"

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Re: (Razelth's Clutch) And So It Begins (Attn: Ysolde/Any)

Nutmeg
 

Even she wasn't so stupid as to recognise dismissal when it came, albeit one that was far politer than perhaps she might have deserved for what was without a doubt, unashamed nosiness. But she had managed to meet Delysia's eye and was proud of herself for that. "Then I shan't keep you any longer," she said with a small bow. "I am often in this vicinity ma'am, if you see me, please do not hesitate to call on me should there be anything I can do."

And just like that, she was watching the Goldrider turn and walk away - her dismissal confirmed. But Ysolde didn't move until she had confirmed that Delysa was definitely out of sight. She had spoken to a Goldrider... and lived to tell the tale. And in that moment, Ysolde decided that if she wanted to be like anyone, it was the woman she had just met. Poised, elegant and smart. There had been a radiant aura of confidence to Delysia that Ysolde wanted to have - or rather, develop her own version of. Yes, she had caught a first hand glimpse of a woman whose world was her oyster and Ysolde was suitably awed. When she finally turned to walk back to the Barracks, certain that the Goldrider had indeed gone, Ysolde was contemplative the whole way. She wasn't really sure of what she had just experienced but it was tucked away as something she would carefully dissect and analyse later and most importantly, she was going to learn everything she could from it and save it for another day.

OoC: And end?

On Tue, Mar 24, 2020 at 1:58 AM <mglady3@...> wrote:
A very good response - polite, diplomatic, subtle. The candidate obviously knew that Razelth was clutching - or at the very least at good reason to suspect so - or otherwise, she'd not have felt any qualms about entering the hatching caverns. Yet she was bright enough to understand that bringing it up would curry no favors with Delysia. Instead, she promised discretion - in the most discrete way possible. The corners of Delysia's mouth curled reluctantly. She did prefer to deal with intelligent people.

She inspected the young woman standing in front of her. She didn't recognize her, which probably meant (though no necessarily) that she'd entered candidacy after Delysia herself had left it. Delysia didn't bother much with candidates as a rule, though with Razelth laying, it perhaps it behoove her to take more of an interested.

"A generous offer. I thank you." She replied, with just a touch of dryness in her tone. "But I do not require any assistance today." She added firmly, a note of dismissal on her voice.

And indeed, Delysia was turning to return into the cavern when she paused to toss a few final words over her shoulder. "If your walk should take you this way again tomorrow, Ysolde, you'll find the cavern open to you. Mind you stick to the stands, though."



On Mon, Mar 23, 2020 at 12:52 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Yes, those were footsteps she heard coming towards her and for a split second, Ysolde had to ask herself whether she had just done something entirely stupid. But then again, sometimes you had to put out feelers in order to find whether you had made a really bad decision... or whether it might actually be worthwhile. Well, if she was sent scurrying away with a cuffed ear, at least she knew she could send an apology later. Correcting her posture just as Delysia came into view, Ysolde bowed politely in greeting. She could do manners and propriety - her Da had always told her she was good at that.

"My lessons are done for the day, ma'am. I was taking advantage of the clear sky to get a brisk walk in before we were called in for evening curfew." No point in making up some silly lie, she felt sure that if she tried to make excuses that Delysia would see right through it. "I always double back around near the cavern because I have to use the steps to get back to the Barracks." Again, true - it was easy to become a bit lazy with days of lessons and Ysolde found it was good for her to get out and stretch her legs. She wasn't sure why, but she had the niggling feeling that she had to be extremely diplomatic with what she said. No presumptions or little exaggerations. "That was when I saw you rush by, ma'am. You seemed in such a hurry and with it being late in the day, I thought it would be rude if I didn't offer any assistance when I was close enough to do so. I know how much Goldriders have to deal with day to day and you must have a lot more to do with Razelth being gravid. If you don't need anything, I will leave you to your peace - I don't want to be any nuisance or intrusion." Although it was a little prim and proper, it was also apparent that Ysolde was being very genuine with what she was saying - without overtures of sucking up. She *didn't* want to be a bother and would leave without argument if asked... or told.

No, as much as she was more than absolutely positive that the lovely gold was indeed gracing the sands with the newest clutch, it had also occurred to her that if that was the case, maybe the Goldrider wanted to enjoy it first. And if something like that was the case, Ysolde actually didn't blame Delysia. She suspected that if it were her, she'd keep it a secret for as long as she could before getting swarmed by eager Candidates, Rankers and everyone else in between. In her experience, it was usually announced, often by the Gold themselves. There had been no such announcements and if asked, Ysolde knew how to keep her mouth shut.

On Mon, Mar 23, 2020 at 1:15 AM <mglady3@...> wrote:
A candidate. Of course, it had to be a candidate. Which probably meant that the news would be all around the barracks by supper time, if that. Then again, Delysia thought with a mental sigh, in a Weyr full of gossips - and only some of them on two legs - there never was any chance that something that had been as highly anticipated as Razelth's clutching could have been kept on the down low. At least, the girl was polite and that did help blunt the edge of Delysia's irritation. 

{{She waited outside and only asked if she might help.}} Razelth paused long enough in the course of rolling her newest egg onto the mound she'd prepared for it to interject gently. 

[[Yes, and showing uncommonly good sense for a candidate.]] Delysia retorted tartly, though her mental words lack real heat.

It took only a few more steps to bring her to the edge of the cavern and face to face with her young interloper. By this time, Delysia had managed to recover most of her usual composure. Enough that the question: "Shouldn't you be in class, Ysolde?" when it came out, sounded more like an actual query than a demand.

On Sun, Mar 22, 2020 at 2:46 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Shells and botheration, it sounded like she had interrupted something. Oh well, too late for it now. Quickly she smoothed down her tunic and straightened up, tucking any loose strands of hair behind her ears in case an angry Goldrider rounded the corner ready to cuff her on the ear. "No one important, ma'am - just a Candidate. I was passing by as you rushed past. I'm Candidate Ysolde. Because I was so close I wanted to see if you needed anything. That's all."

Ysolde's voice was light, but polite and deferential. There was no wheedling or brown-nosing there, just polite calmness as Ysolde waited for what was to happen next - whether it was full Goldrider fury or... something else. She had never met Delysia close up, only seen from afar but she had to admit, there was something admirable about her and if she got a chance for an up close encounter, well, she'd learn everything she could from her. Even if she was also a bit on the scary side.

On Sun, Mar 22, 2020 at 9:21 PM <mglady3@...> wrote:
"Who's there?" Delysia said sharply, spinning to confront the speaker. Of course there was nobody there - it was only the funny acoustics of the cavern that made it sound as if someone had been speaking right behind her. In all fairness, perhaps Delysia should not have been startled. In a weyr of several hundred people, it would have been surprising indeed if someone *hadn't* seen her rush to the hatching caverns and come the obvious conclusion. But Delysia had just been startled out of a very nice moment with Razelth, darn it, and wasn't in any frame of mind to be fair.

"Identify yourself." She ordered, in something closer to her usual coolly courteous tones, as she moved to give herself line of sight on the cavern entrance.


On Sun, Mar 22, 2020 at 1:04 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
It was pure happenstance that she had been so close to the Hatching Caverns when the familiar (and somewhat terrifying) shape of Goldrider Delysia had whirled past her. Ysolde had been enjoying a brisk stroll around the Weyr before the Candidates were called to curfew. Feeling like a sneak, she had crept along the wall until she was at the mouth to the Cavern. It didn't take a genius as to what was going on, the Weyr had been abuzz with quiet joy ever since Razelth had flown.

But Delysia was formidable in her own right and Ysolde didn't want to end up in anyone's bad graces. Least of all hers. But she sensed an opportunity here.

"Mistress?" she called tentatively but the acoustics of the Cavern carried her voice clearly. "Mistress Delysia, I haven't come in and I don't want to disturb you... but can I bring anything to you... or to your Razelth? I know you're busy... I just want to help if I can."

OoC: Feel free to either tell her off heartily or to make her a personal skivvy :P

On Sun, Mar 22, 2020 at 7:17 PM <mglady3@...> wrote:
They say that the job of a goldrider comes with a lot of paper work...and they'd be right. But Delysia has never minded doing paper work. In fact, there's something soothing about the act of dotting her i's and crossing her t's that makes it the perfect way to wind down from a hectic day. She had her essentially supplies laid out before her, pen and ink on the left, a cup of klah on her right (watered down, of course, being late in the day). More importantly - and she was rather proud of this particular arrangement - she had her desk in just the right position for her to glance out the window and be greeted by the sight of her beloved Razelth sunning at her customary spot on the Weyr rim. 

Speaking of which...where was Razelth? Delysia frowned out the window at the conspicuously gold-free rim and tried to recall the last she'd caught sight of her young dragon. Had to have been before that kafuffle in the Lower Caverns - she'd been far too busy sorting that out to have had any time to stare out windows. She reached out with her thoughts, seeking the touch of a familiar mind.

Abruptly she stood, and banged out of her office with such rapidity that she startled an exclamation from a passing rider. 

[[You started without me!]] she accused, facing her young queen across mounds of golden sand.

{{You were busy.}} Razelth replied distractedly, as she gently piled sand into place around a shimmering blue sphere. {{And I had things well in hand. Besides I...ooo...}} She stiffened, her body momentarily rigid with concentration and strain. A few moments later, a steel gray sphere slipped down to join its brethren on the sands. 

"May I?" Delysia breathed, her ire forgotten in the wonder of the moment. She stepped forward and examined the new egg, taking care to keep her hands at her side. When she glanced up again, there was a soft smile on her face - an expression unrecognizable by all but a very small, select few. "We really are doing this, aren't we?" She said softly, her voice full of wonder, pride, trepidation, and a world of other things.



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

Nutmeg
 

Ever since her chance run in with Delysia - well, okay not so much chance as threw herself in the deep end - Ysolde had been bristling with excitement and when it was announced that the Goldrider was coming to speak to the Candidates, Ysolde had felt a deep tingle of satisfaction. She *knew* it! True, there had also been some hastily scribbled calculations as to when Razelth had flown and a few innocent questions of how long a gold typically gestated for. As much as Ysolde didn't like to openly brag, she had enjoyed the feeling that "being right" brought with it. No, it wasn't exactly the achievement of the year, but still, it was just a nice little feeling.

Seated towards the back, even though her toes had itched to drag her to the front in prompt attention, Ysolde had listened to some of the questions and had winced a little when a Candidate she didn't really recognise asked how many eggs there were. So maybe she was a touch nervy but if that was her up there? Well, that would almost feel like doubt that her dragon had done a good job. And there would probably be an acerbic retort for their trouble. She had waited for some other Candidates to ask their questions before she too had raised her hand, getting to her feet when attention was cast her way.

"Thank you for taking the time to come and see us all personally, Goldrider Delysia," she began politely. "I'm sure I speak for everyone when I say that we are overjoyed that Razelth has clutched and the fact that you are here inviting us tells us she is in good spirits." Her last few words were edged slightly and she darted her eyes around the room as if daring someone to challenge it or question as to the validity of the clutch. It was all very diplomatic, that was for sure and she hoped, no she prayed, that she wasn't coming off as anything more than polite and respectful. That was in fact the genuine intention. "Thank you, and to Razelth, for extending the invitation to let us come and visit her. The only question I have is actually more for you, ma'am. Is there anything that we, as Candidates, can do that would be beneficial for you or Razelth should we come visit? For example, rather than have staffers run back and forth, if Candidates are visiting at certain times, would it be helpful if we say, brought meals or linen supplies? I know there is the small weyr for the Goldriders at the Cavern."

It was all very polite and very deliberate. But Ysolde had decided that if she was going to try and win the good graces of anyone, it was going to be Golrider Delysia. Even she wasn't sure why - but she wanted the woman's respect. No, she didn't even imagine friendship was remotely on the charts, but she had this burning need to demonstrate decorum, that despite the thrum of excitement, she could hold it all together.

OoC: No seriously, I have no idea why but Ysolde has decided that Delysia is her new role model xD Other Candies, feel free to thumb their nose and call Ysolde a suck up if they want :P

On Tue, Mar 24, 2020 at 3:15 AM Jenna Cunningham <jenna.layne.cunningham@...> wrote:
His hand shot up, and there was only one burning question in his mind - one that he noticed someone else had already asked. Asheran lowered his arm moments later, after Tyelko finished speaking, feeling a measure of relief; he had heard it was impolite to ask, and impolite to speculate, but there was an ongoing bet among some of the candidates, and he had chores riding on the outcome.

And more than that, honestly. A lot more.



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