"Ah righ-- what, Ista?" M'ayen's brain took a second to process what the other bronzerider had said and then he nearly choked on his wine. "Faranth, that place?" He had reluctantly just about adjusted to Arolos, but Ista? Ista was so much worse.

On Fri, Apr 10, 2020 at 5:51 PM Alexander Nakano <theglitteryone2@...> wrote:

"Been here for a little bit over two sevendays now." I'des responded with a shrug of his own shoulders. "I'm from Ista."

On Friday, April 10, 2020, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

M'ayen squinted at him and gave a half-shrug. The face didn't seem familiar and nor did the voice, though he'd been wrong about that before. Graduated Weyrlings could change so much in a turn or so, but then.. they normally kept to calling him 'sir'.

Accent seemed wrong for Arolos though.

"You new?"

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On Wed, Apr 8, 2020 at 11:43 PM Alexander Nakano <theglitteryone2@...> wrote:

Maybe most knew not to bother M'ayen, but I'des hadn't been at Arolos all that long, and was still technically figuring out who was someone to sit next to. Balancing a full plate in one hand and a cup of juice in the other, the younger man approached, hopefully, setting his plate down on the table.  

"This seat taken?" He'd recognized the bronzerider knots, on top of capitalizing on the empty seat across from M'ayen.

On Wed, Apr 8, 2020 at 3:37 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

Mostly no-one bothered M'ayen when he was eating.

Perhaps sometimes one of the other ACMs or AWLMs might join him and they would quietly talk shop over food. Very occasionally one of the other Fort bronzers might come for a chat but as time passed less and less did they identify as a Fort bronze and more just someone who once used to be at Fort.

He didn't mind. It was quiet. He liked quiet and it saved him trying to squint at the person next to him to see who it was.

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

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Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
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"Good man!" There was no sign of recognition from R'tal, though he clapped L'eo on the shoulder approvingly. "That would have been a tough move for an experienced pair, and the pair of you pulled it off brilliantly. Feeling okay? No pulled muscles?"

L'eo beamed under the approval, though he was still waiting expectantly for R'tal to remember him.  He was his son after all!  But it *had* been a tiring Fall, and even L'eo could forgive his father for taking a bit longer than he'd like to remember just who he was.  After all, R'tal had to keep track of so many people and dragons during the Fall; if L'eo was exhausted, it had to be a thousands times so for his dad.

"We're feeling sore, but Lanceth doesn't think he pulled anything.  We'll have the Healers check him over after all the people and dragons who *really* need them get seen to first."

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"A bronze not interested in a captive audience, now there's a thing. Usually they're all over that since young boys will give their left leg to get friendly with a bronze dragon." N'met leaned back thoughtfully. "Ah well, every dragon's different and that's what makes Pern beautiful."

The firelizards wouldn't allow anyone here they thought actively dangerous, Cremsden told himself firmly. Still, his hand was still on his beltknife - as though he actually knew how to use it in any offensive way - as he got up and poked cautiously at the heap. From a distance using a rolled up hide but still. "Hello?"

On Fri, Apr 10, 2020 at 5:33 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

All he was rewarded with was another grumble, a hand flopping into view as Tyne flung out an arm in her sleep. As she moved, so too did some of the cluster of firelizards, showing the top of her dark hair.

On Fri, Apr 10, 2020 at 5:00 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

It was a dimly lit room and Cremsden went still, brain registering that there was someone sharing it with him without quite registering why. He glanced around, trying to convince himself that the heap in the corner was just shadows, the result of not enough sleep. Most likely ge'd just heard a fire lizard shifting. Still. He found his hand moving to his belt knife with a pickle of what he sternly told himself was straight out paranoia.

"Is someone there?"

On Friday, April 10, 2020, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

Tyne was out for the count. At some point she had roused enough to pull a blanket from the back of one of the chairs and had wrapped it around her shoulders, sliding down the wall so that she was all but lying down, semi covered in blanket and firelizards.

Grumbling slightly in her sleep, Tyne let out a soft snore.

On Fri, Apr 10, 2020 at 2:36 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

It was a good hour before the door opened and Cremsden slipped inside. The aroma of strong klah filled the office as he set it on the desk, apparently not even noticing his visitor in the corner. For a moment the office was quiet as he leaned his head against his hands, and then came the sounds of him rummaging through his desk. Had to find something to do or he'd be asleep before the end of the shift.

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On Fri, Apr 10, 2020 at 1:59 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

She was tired. Bone achingly tired. But it was a good tired. The tired of a productive day and it felt... beyond amazing. She had spent the day shadowing a Healer in the Infirmary - nothing difficult, nothing stressful - just being shown the ropes. Where to find things, how to book patients in, how to record it. Simple things. And the day had flown by in a blur. A good sort of blur.

Wandering down the tunnels to the Journeyman offices, before she went home, she wanted to stop and say thank you to Cremsden. It had been his help after all. Rubbing her eyes sleepily she felt the familiar thrum even before she got to his door. Quickly, only for a second, so it wouldn't make her head hurt, she borrowed the eyes of a particular dozy brown to see if the man was inside. No, no one was. Wanting to sit down and rest her pleasantly aching legs, Tyne crept inside the office, picking her way carefully over the bodies, Tyne settled herself on the floor in the corner where immediately, several of the firelizards had crawled onto her in a warm puddle of hide. 

So sleepy. Yawning widely, she leaned her head against the wall, letting her eyes drift closed...

--

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

--

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Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
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--

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

"Been here for a little bit over two sevendays now." I'des responded with a shrug of his own shoulders. "I'm from Ista."

On Friday, April 10, 2020, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

M'ayen squinted at him and gave a half-shrug. The face didn't seem familiar and nor did the voice, though he'd been wrong about that before. Graduated Weyrlings could change so much in a turn or so, but then.. they normally kept to calling him 'sir'.

Accent seemed wrong for Arolos though.

"You new?"

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On Wed, Apr 8, 2020 at 11:43 PM Alexander Nakano <theglitteryone2@...> wrote:

Maybe most knew not to bother M'ayen, but I'des hadn't been at Arolos all that long, and was still technically figuring out who was someone to sit next to. Balancing a full plate in one hand and a cup of juice in the other, the younger man approached, hopefully, setting his plate down on the table.  

"This seat taken?" He'd recognized the bronzerider knots, on top of capitalizing on the empty seat across from M'ayen.

On Wed, Apr 8, 2020 at 3:37 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

Mostly no-one bothered M'ayen when he was eating.

Perhaps sometimes one of the other ACMs or AWLMs might join him and they would quietly talk shop over food. Very occasionally one of the other Fort bronzers might come for a chat but as time passed less and less did they identify as a Fort bronze and more just someone who once used to be at Fort.

He didn't mind. It was quiet. He liked quiet and it saved him trying to squint at the person next to him to see who it was.

--

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.

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"I understand, Healer Idri.  You have my word that I shall never repeat what you tell me here."  He replied, nodding somberly.  "Nothing about what happened to Myrandith and weyrwoman Tyne that day was easy.  I would not expect what happened after to be either."  He may not have been there with her in the days after, but he remembered how it started.  He remembered the flight, Vastolth in the air chasing after.  He and Tyne had talked about that the bronze may not win, and what that would mean.  They'd both vowed to put the Weyr first, and that might mean a Weyrleader other than him.  But she'd be Weyrwoman, and Vastolth could win the next flight... He remembered the room in the Healer Hall given to the riders as a flight room.  He remembered the metallic taste of blood on his lips as he bit them as the fighting began, willing Vastolth back with all his might.  The bronze had tried to help, but had not been still attached with the golds started jumping across Pern.  Or when they died.  Vastolth had been injured slightly in the flying mob, and after he broke away, Saere had run outside, calling his beloved bronze back to him.  The bronze had been trembling with pain, lust, and fear when he landed outside the Hall, and S'ryll hadn't even reached him yet when Vastolth broke out into the eerie death keen that meant only one thing.  S'ryll had felt it like an arrow to his heart, his bronze's grief at Myrandith's death striking him hard and fast, and he had fallen to his knees right there and then, collapsed at the base of his dragon, weeping into his own crumpled form.  He hadn't been in the room when Tyne tried to kill herself.  He hadn't seen her after he ran out of the room.  His last memories of her were riddled with flight lust, grief, and guilt.  

These memories all came flooding back at Idri spoke, and for a moment, S'ryll was back there plain as day, the Rim of Fort Weyr in the distance.  Behind him, Vastolth gave a rumble as if to call Saere back to the present.  His eyes were filled with emotion as he looked back at Idri.  His grief had caused him to run from Tyne before, but he would not run from her now.

"Tell me everything..." his eyes wet with emotion but steely in their resolve.

All he was rewarded with was another grumble, a hand flopping into view as Tyne flung out an arm in her sleep. As she moved, so too did some of the cluster of firelizards, showing the top of her dark hair.

On Fri, Apr 10, 2020 at 5:00 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

It was a dimly lit room and Cremsden went still, brain registering that there was someone sharing it with him without quite registering why. He glanced around, trying to convince himself that the heap in the corner was just shadows, the result of not enough sleep. Most likely ge'd just heard a fire lizard shifting. Still. He found his hand moving to his belt knife with a pickle of what he sternly told himself was straight out paranoia.

"Is someone there?"

On Friday, April 10, 2020, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

Tyne was out for the count. At some point she had roused enough to pull a blanket from the back of one of the chairs and had wrapped it around her shoulders, sliding down the wall so that she was all but lying down, semi covered in blanket and firelizards.

Grumbling slightly in her sleep, Tyne let out a soft snore.

On Fri, Apr 10, 2020 at 2:36 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

It was a good hour before the door opened and Cremsden slipped inside. The aroma of strong klah filled the office as he set it on the desk, apparently not even noticing his visitor in the corner. For a moment the office was quiet as he leaned his head against his hands, and then came the sounds of him rummaging through his desk. Had to find something to do or he'd be asleep before the end of the shift.

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On Fri, Apr 10, 2020 at 1:59 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

She was tired. Bone achingly tired. But it was a good tired. The tired of a productive day and it felt... beyond amazing. She had spent the day shadowing a Healer in the Infirmary - nothing difficult, nothing stressful - just being shown the ropes. Where to find things, how to book patients in, how to record it. Simple things. And the day had flown by in a blur. A good sort of blur.

Wandering down the tunnels to the Journeyman offices, before she went home, she wanted to stop and say thank you to Cremsden. It had been his help after all. Rubbing her eyes sleepily she felt the familiar thrum even before she got to his door. Quickly, only for a second, so it wouldn't make her head hurt, she borrowed the eyes of a particular dozy brown to see if the man was inside. No, no one was. Wanting to sit down and rest her pleasantly aching legs, Tyne crept inside the office, picking her way carefully over the bodies, Tyne settled herself on the floor in the corner where immediately, several of the firelizards had crawled onto her in a warm puddle of hide. 

So sleepy. Yawning widely, she leaned her head against the wall, letting her eyes drift closed...

--

Nutmeg on the Wizzy.

Recluso#6042 on Discord

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

--

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

--

Nutmeg on the Wizzy.

Recluso#6042 on Discord

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

--

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

--

Nutmeg on the Wizzy.

Recluso#6042 on Discord

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

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Idri followed, constantly reminding herself that if this wasn't Cremsden, there would be a whole lot more suspicion going on. She noticed, surprisingly quickly, that they were headed towards his office. Okay...

As he beckoned and she stepped in, she almost dropped her klah mug in surprise - an act that definitely would have caused a disturbance. As her eyes adjusted and she deciphered the small shapes, her jaw fell open and almost hit the floor.

"Sweet wherries on a gold..."

On Fri, Apr 10, 2020 at 5:10 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

Cremsden grinned, shaking off a good deal of his drowsiness as he led the way to his office. Or what was his office. Right now it seemed to be the bedroom for every wild fire lizard in the Weyr; he opened the door slowly and carefully so as not to wake them and beckoned Idri in.

"Tyne reckons they trust me,"he said."Personally I suspect they know a push over when they see one but I suppose it amounts to the same thing."

On Friday, April 10, 2020, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

Idri was intrigued. Suspicious and intrigued. But mostly suspicious. It wasn't that she thought that Cremsden would cause Tyne any harm, far from it. She trusted the man with Tyne implicitly. Pouring herself a mug and loading it with far too  much sweetener, she looked at him expectantly. "Lead the way."

On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 8:22 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

"You think it'll be drinkable yet?" Cremsden squinted at the pot. "It'll do. C'mon, grab a mug and I'll show you."

On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 8:12 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

The mischievous twinkle in his eye made her peer at him even more suspiciously. "What did you put in her klah?" It was actually a dangerously rude accusation. But it was also Cremsden. Who had helped massively and was also just unorthodox enough that he might surreptitiously drop something in her drink if Tyne had been... having a wobble. 

On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 7:30 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

Cremsden grinned at her, mischief surfacing through the drowsiness. "In a manner of speaking."

On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 7:11 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

When Idri had seen the notes, she had first been surprised. Then she had been suspicious. If it hadn't been for the fact that she recognised the Healer's name at the top of the sheet, she would have suspected one of the new Candidate Apprentices to have gotten it wrong. But it was Cremsden. "I'm not sure what I want to know." She looked suspicious. "Did Tyne seem like she'd taken anything to relax herself?" Because in all actuality, that wouldn't surprise her. Her former charge could be surprisingly devious when she wanted to be.

On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 6:30 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

That brought a tired laugh out of Cremsden. "Ah, you want to know the secret of her magically good readings?" he teased, but it got cut off by a yawn partway through. "Ugh. Sometimes you half-wish for a disaster just so you can wake up."

On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 6:22 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

"Nyeeeeeh." It was about as close to an audible grumble as she could shape into words at the silly time of night. She stepped closer, inspecting it closely as if it might magically turn itself into something drinkable by staring at it sadly. Then she properly noticed Cremsden and she bumped his arm with hers in a friendly manner. "Is the bad klah the reason Tyne's latest pressure readings were so wonky?"

She'd not had chance to ask Tyne herself and although she wasn't formally Tyne's minder anymore, but rather something of a responsible adult contact for her, Idri still made sure she was up to date on the woman's medical file.

On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 5:53 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

"It's brewing," Cremsden said, not bothering to look around at the footsteps behind him. "Five minutes and it'll be drinkable, ten and it might be halfway decent."

On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 5:50 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

It was fast approaching that time of a night shift where your brain casually reminded you that it should have been sleeping HOURS ago and attempted to cease to function. That was all well and good if you were allowed to sleep. Not so much when you were monitoring a feverish juvenile on the ward. Finally though, Idri had coaxed the youngster into sleep and seized the opportunity. A breath of air, a splash of cold water and a very large mug of klah. That would do the trick.

With the first two obtained and already feeling better for it, she had made her way to the ever ready klah stand, not remotely surprised to see another body there but with their back turned and the Infirmary lights reduced to let patients sleep, she couldn't entirely make them out.

On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 4:55 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

A quiet nightshift was a blessing and a curse. A blessing because you didn't need to think, a curse because the seconds lasted hours and you *still had to be awake*. 

Cremsden had been attempting to use the time constructively but he had a sneaking suspicion that his notes for future apprentice lectures weren't even going to make sense to himself. Particularly not the past where he had failed to notice that he had come to the edge of the paper and continued writing on the desk, possibly because his eyes were shut at the time.

He reached for a mouthful of klah and looked sadly into an empty mug. Well, a leg stretch might wake him up at least and if he needed to make a fresh batch so much the better.

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

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

--

Nutmeg on the Wizzy.

Florcott on AIM.

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

--

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

--

Nutmeg on the Wizzy.

Florcott on AIM.

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

--

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

--

Nutmeg on the Wizzy.

Florcott on AIM.

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

--

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

--

Nutmeg on the Wizzy.

Recluso#6042 on Discord

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

--

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

--

Nutmeg on the Wizzy.

Recluso#6042 on Discord

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

Another chuckle left the brownrider. "Would it surprise you if I said that almost every single metallic dragon I've ever met has been like that? They are always concerned with how they look and being the best-looking beastie possible. At least Sunstreath isn't a gold, hoo boy. He'd be absolutely adamant in having everyone nearby wash him and the poor Candidates would lose their arms."