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

sailyn2
 

Kalain raised an eyebrow at him. "I shouldn't, but no one's going to stop me." He rubbed furiously at a spot on the bronze's side that may or may not still have been dirty. "She's my mom." He didn't usually talk about it, but it felt good saying it out loud.


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

Steelsilver
 

"You shouldn't." I'des responded. "You're right." 

Sunstreath snorted, and I'des glanced at the bronze's head. "Can I ask why? I won't tell anyone, promise."




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Re: Sacharrine Saturated Nightmare (Talena, and CM Nayari)

Ren
 

Talena listened quite comfortably, able to relax with her superior now that she felt that Nayari was cut from a similar mold as she. Her firelizard popped in and settled on her desk before she saw Vicna and gave an excited greeting cheep. Talena turned her head to give her green a carefully stern look and empathized staying still. "Sorry about her, she's... extremely energetic. On topic, I've seen too many youngsters both here and at Igen who think that dragonriding is just a fancy 'look at me' job, like they're some kind of jockey. Yes, we have an important and admirable job, but we also have an incredibly important duty. It's like they don't realize they can die. It's difficult to tell them that without straight-up telling them that."


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

sailyn2
 

"Yeah." Kalain shrugged uncomfortably. "I like the wher. Not so fond of the handler, but I shouldn't be saying that."


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

Ren
 

Diagir had joined Insera to provide support in both craft seniority for the apprentices as well as bringing his gold and experienced brown for wher control and back-up strength respectively. Granted they would never have let unruly and misbehaving whers along on this trip, but refusing to admit that whers can and will get rambunctious when grouped together. Aggressive, maybe, but more excited than anything. So Diagirsk and Ziya walked along the Senior Journeyman with one eye on the path and the other on the less-experienced others.


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

Steelsilver
 

I'des caught the mood change and frowned. "What's the matter? You okay?"




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

sailyn2
 

"Yeah, I have," Kalain said flatly, his enthusiasm seeming to evaporate as he washed Sunstreath. "Brogan's a good boy."


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

Steelsilver
 

"Congratulations." I'des responded, and meant it. "There's not really an organized whercraft in the North. Though I've met a wher down here already. The Weyrwoman has a bronze, named Brogan. Have you seen him?"


On Wednesday, April 8, 2020, sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:
"Senior Apprentice," Kalain corrected. "I've been in it from pretty much the day it started." He puffed up a bit at saying that. He was very proud of his emerging craft.



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

Nutmeg
 

Well, that would certainly do it. Dytha could only imagine where Ambrelli's head might have gone. Talking about going back and saving a bunch of random dragons with your own back pocket of tragedy. It certainly explained a lot. And why the brown's tail had so suddenly tightened. She hadn't seen the nip, but she had certainly seen that. Who needed people to tell you what they were thinking when they had their very own mood indicators on their shoulders. "I don't know why specifically they went back. And you're right, it does make you wonder - why isn't it done more? But then... how do we know it isn't? How do we know that someone didn't try and this is what we ended up with instead? Would we even know if someone went back and changed something?" And this was why Dytha didn't think too hard on it. Because it would make her brain bleed.

Don't do that. That would be disgusting. And I certainly won't be the one cleaning it up.

Ponth had been watching Ambrelli with interest, detecting the changes in her demeanour. No, she had long forgotten the full circumstances of her birth, but could find elements of it in Dytha's own memory. But even that was exceptionally limited. But she was aware that the conversation was to do with her - in a sense - and that the peculiarities had caused a level of distress in this new person that wasn't typical and the small dark green was observing the woman intently.

So Dytha changed the subject with a snort of laughter. "You caught me on a good day. Or good month, so to speak. Catch me on a bad day and I'll be even less charming, more inclined to bite your head off and have the oh so fun adornment of a crutch to keep me upright. Catch me on an even worse day and I'll probably tell you to stick something somewhere where even Thread doesn't dare to fall."

On Wed, Apr 8, 2020 at 8:39 PM TrueTricia <tricia.nicewicz@...> wrote:
Ambrelli only half listened to Dytha, her mind racing.  The woman was telling her it was risky, it was hard, and the dragons that could do it limited.  But there were dragons that could do it.  Shards, if they'd gone back two thousand Turns, what was half a decade?  Think of all the lives that could be saved, the dragons that could still be alive.  If it hadn't been for the Massacre, the Chaos -- these things were named events in her head -- then Fort would have never fallen apart.  Shards, even then perhaps then that fated queens' flight would have never happened, and Pern wouldn't be out two golds!  They could all be saved!  Why?!  Why hadn't anyone done this?  

And then her mind clutched onto the thought that had been there all along.

They could go back and save her Papa and Mama!  She could save her parents!  She drew her hand up to her mouth in shock at the thought of seeing them again, her heart racing.  Merck tightened his grip on her, his tail wound round her neck, and he nipped her ear, drawing the slighteset amount of blood in his concern for her.

}{*happy?*}{ he conveyed to her, trying to think of all the fun things he enjoyed and sending her images of that.

As it was, it was Dytha who pulled Ambrelli out of her thoughts.  "Broken?" she looked at the girl.  "You don't look broken to me.  And dragons don't Choose wrong regardless of how old they?" her eyes flickered to Ponth.  She was regaining color as she focused on something other than the ghosts of the past.  Her breathing was returning to normal and her heart slowing.  Merck licked the droplet of blood from her ear anxiously, as if to hide the evidence that he'd bit her at all.  

"I'm sorry.  What you're telling me is shocking enough.  Two thousand year old dragons, traveling back in time to bring them to the future, crashing a wedding..." she shook her head.  "It's a lot."  But she didn't want the girl to think her so easily knocked off-kilter.  "It's just also..." part of the truth should suffice here... "my parents were murdered here at Arolos long ago.  If what you say is true, it makes me think that maybe they can be saved..."  That should help to explain her lack of color and near fainting.  



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Re: It Followed Me Home atte: Sh'ain/Kassia

sailyn2
 

"Someone found a litter with a dead mum," she said, setting the basket aside but snagging the wine from inside first. "He dragged one out of the crack where they were hidden and she latched onto Brogan as we came to investigate. Brogan didn't eat her, so I assumed that meant that we now own a kitten."


Re: There's Got To Be a Morning After (ATTN: Shalia/Sarati)

sailyn2
 

"Oh yeah, if I don't need to be yelling then what do you think I should be telling you right now?" Kassia put her hands on her hips and glared.
Sarati just glared back and started getting out of bed to get dressed. "If you're going to dress me down, at least let me have clothes for you to dress down in the first place."


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

sailyn2
 

"Senior Apprentice," Kalain corrected. "I've been in it from pretty much the day it started." He puffed up a bit at saying that. He was very proud of his emerging craft.


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

Nutmeg
 

It was interesting to see him so contemplative. It reminded her of far too many conversations they had had before. "See, you're already dealing with it better than you would have. When I first met you, you would have punched a wall and then and gone and punched that person's face." It was quiet humour, the corners of her eyes crinkling slightly. "Rather than think of it as a punishment, think of it as a new opportunity to redefine yourself. It's easier to let go of the bitterness then." She leaned forward conspiratorially, squeezing the hand that still held her own. "I mean, I know you're obnoxious. Now you have a whole new Weyr to make fall in love with you. But I promise not to ruin the surprise for them."

His denial of wanting to go and quest for his latest conquest made her laugh. "Not interested in fawning girls? Who is this strange man? Next you'll be saying you're looking for your true love, get handfasted and father a dozen little bronzeriders." That was a surprise. It looked as though he had indeed begun to, well, grow up. Even if perhaps he hadn't completely recognised it in himself. So she wasn't the only one who had changed. And maybe that was a good thing. No one did good stagnating in former versions of themselves. 

This time when he kissed her brow, she leaned into it slightly. She was surprised at how much she had missed the gentle ministrations of physical touch. What comfort it had been possible to find there. There was still a pleasantness in knowing that someone at least. she was touchable. It was why she had found Idri's hugs so comforting, her friend and former minder radiating a maternal affection that had filled her with an aura of safe permanence. There was no hesitation, just a warm and welcoming embrace. It was peculiar how much you noticed the little things like that.

On Wed, Apr 8, 2020 at 8:23 PM TrueTricia <tricia.nicewicz@...> wrote:
S'ryll couldn't read all of her expression or be privy to all of her feelings, but it wouldn't have mattered if he was.  The bronzerider was woefully inept at dealing with the complexity of emotions with which Tyne struggled, and if he had, he had his own to muddle through.  She was that taste of home for which he so longed, a breath of fresh cool air in this sweltering tropical heat.  But she was also a source of tremendous guilt for him, a sense of abandonment sweeping through him, despite not even knowing if she viewed it that way.  And thrown into all that was his prior relationship with Tyne, which had been intimate in ways that he hadn't shared with anyone else, even though at the time he hadn't viewed it as love.  And that woman wasn't the same as the one before him, he was at least smart enough to realize that, and he worried at how this new Tyne would view him.  He couldn't imagine feeling all that at once, he'd explode.  

So his mind did the best it could and sorted through and shuffled all the while.  

He noticed she didn't let go of his hand though.  And that certainly did make him smile.  He listened as she commented on his dismissal from the Reaches.  It still stung, but not as bad as when he was next to her.  "I've done my fair share of things that were bound to catch up at some point.  I just... It doesn't make it suck any less," he said honestly.  Knowing that he probably had done a dozen things to have earned at least a knock down wasn't surprising, but losing his home because of it had been.  He watched her face, watched the emotions flow over it like water over a stream.  It was strange to see that, to not have to press her more to even have an inkling of what she was feeling.  He listened to her advice, thinking of how it fit with what he already knew about this Weyr.  It was definitely going to be a struggle not to fail a couple of times, but he was going to try.... 

'others who have fallen foul of closed minds and disdainful thoughts' 

"What about those of us who are just arrogant asses?" he teased.  "There might be hope for me yet," he said with a small smile to her, "especially as I have you to keep me in check."  But as she mentioned women falling into his furs, he thought about his initial encounter with Sar, an enchanting and infuriating woman all the same.  She'd made it clear to him that his status here wasn't going to necessarily make it easier for him to get what or who he wanted.  "I'm not interested in wide-eyed sylphs who throw themselves at my feet."  He squeezed her hand, but said nothing else.  True, he wasn't interested in weyrmating either, and he was not opposed to casual sex.  But gone were the days where he was prowling the Candidate barracks for a young waif to fawn over him too.  

He wasn't sure what to say to the last part as he listened to her.  He didn't know what she'd been through, but her words made it obvious enough that those feelings, acceptance and safe, were of the utmost importance to her.  He leaned forward to kiss her forehead again.  "I'm glad you're better now.  I'm glad you have them.  And now me," he said softly against her skin before he released her, confident that his addition to the list was welcome. 



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

TrueTricia
 

Ambrelli only half listened to Dytha, her mind racing.  The woman was telling her it was risky, it was hard, and the dragons that could do it limited.  But there were dragons that could do it.  Shards, if they'd gone back two thousand Turns, what was half a decade?  Think of all the lives that could be saved, the dragons that could still be alive.  If it hadn't been for the Massacre, the Chaos -- these things were named events in her head -- then Fort would have never fallen apart.  Shards, even then perhaps then that fated queens' flight would have never happened, and Pern wouldn't be out two golds!  They could all be saved!  Why?!  Why hadn't anyone done this?  

And then her mind clutched onto the thought that had been there all along.

They could go back and save her Papa and Mama!  She could save her parents!  She drew her hand up to her mouth in shock at the thought of seeing them again, her heart racing.  Merck tightened his grip on her, his tail wound round her neck, and he nipped her ear, drawing the slighteset amount of blood in his concern for her.

}{*happy?*}{ he conveyed to her, trying to think of all the fun things he enjoyed and sending her images of that.

As it was, it was Dytha who pulled Ambrelli out of her thoughts.  "Broken?" she looked at the girl.  "You don't look broken to me.  And dragons don't Choose wrong regardless of how old they?" her eyes flickered to Ponth.  She was regaining color as she focused on something other than the ghosts of the past.  Her breathing was returning to normal and her heart slowing.  Merck licked the droplet of blood from her ear anxiously, as if to hide the evidence that he'd bit her at all.  

"I'm sorry.  What you're telling me is shocking enough.  Two thousand year old dragons, traveling back in time to bring them to the future, crashing a wedding..." she shook her head.  "It's a lot."  But she didn't want the girl to think her so easily knocked off-kilter.  "It's just also..." part of the truth should suffice here... "my parents were murdered here at Arolos long ago.  If what you say is true, it makes me think that maybe they can be saved..."  That should help to explain her lack of color and near fainting.  


Re: It Followed Me Home atte: Sh'ain/Kassia

Kevin M
 

"Strangely enough, I don't seem to remember that..." Sh'ain mused, even as he reached in for the kitten.  "Where'd you find her?"
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Re: There's Got To Be a Morning After (ATTN: Shalia/Sarati)

Kevin M
 

Shalia's eyes flashed at the accusations, especially the last.  Alright, the first couple maybe she had a point (although going by the tales she'd heard, that was rather the pot calling the kettle black), but what business was it of Kassia's whose bed either of them ended up in?  "Aunt Kassia," she began instead of pointing out things that probably wouldn't help in the slightest, "you don't need to yell at us, we already realize how badly we fecked up here."
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Re: Things Aren't as Shiny as They Seem Atten: I'des/Kalain

Steelsilver
 

"He shouldn't be any trouble, if you stay off his back." I'des responded amiably. "He knows it'll take longer to wash with just one person." A pause. "Whercraft apprentice, huh?"


On Wednesday, April 8, 2020, sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:

Kalain nodded as he gathered his supplies. The young man well knew how temperamental dragons could be during baths.

"Is he ticklish anywhere? I don't want to be scrubbing his tail and end up flung halfway into the lake."



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

TrueTricia
 

S'ryll couldn't read all of her expression or be privy to all of her feelings, but it wouldn't have mattered if he was.  The bronzerider was woefully inept at dealing with the complexity of emotions with which Tyne struggled, and if he had, he had his own to muddle through.  She was that taste of home for which he so longed, a breath of fresh cool air in this sweltering tropical heat.  But she was also a source of tremendous guilt for him, a sense of abandonment sweeping through him, despite not even knowing if she viewed it that way.  And thrown into all that was his prior relationship with Tyne, which had been intimate in ways that he hadn't shared with anyone else, even though at the time he hadn't viewed it as love.  And that woman wasn't the same as the one before him, he was at least smart enough to realize that, and he worried at how this new Tyne would view him.  He couldn't imagine feeling all that at once, he'd explode.  

So his mind did the best it could and sorted through and shuffled all the while.  

He noticed she didn't let go of his hand though.  And that certainly did make him smile.  He listened as she commented on his dismissal from the Reaches.  It still stung, but not as bad as when he was next to her.  "I've done my fair share of things that were bound to catch up at some point.  I just... It doesn't make it suck any less," he said honestly.  Knowing that he probably had done a dozen things to have earned at least a knock down wasn't surprising, but losing his home because of it had been.  He watched her face, watched the emotions flow over it like water over a stream.  It was strange to see that, to not have to press her more to even have an inkling of what she was feeling.  He listened to her advice, thinking of how it fit with what he already knew about this Weyr.  It was definitely going to be a struggle not to fail a couple of times, but he was going to try.... 

'others who have fallen foul of closed minds and disdainful thoughts' 

"What about those of us who are just arrogant asses?" he teased.  "There might be hope for me yet," he said with a small smile to her, "especially as I have you to keep me in check."  But as she mentioned women falling into his furs, he thought about his initial encounter with Sar, an enchanting and infuriating woman all the same.  She'd made it clear to him that his status here wasn't going to necessarily make it easier for him to get what or who he wanted.  "I'm not interested in wide-eyed sylphs who throw themselves at my feet."  He squeezed her hand, but said nothing else.  True, he wasn't interested in weyrmating either, and he was not opposed to casual sex.  But gone were the days where he was prowling the Candidate barracks for a young waif to fawn over him too.  

He wasn't sure what to say to the last part as he listened to her.  He didn't know what she'd been through, but her words made it obvious enough that those feelings, acceptance and safe, were of the utmost importance to her.  He leaned forward to kiss her forehead again.  "I'm glad you're better now.  I'm glad you have them.  And now me," he said softly against her skin before he released her, confident that his addition to the list was welcome. 


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

Nutmeg
 

"Now admittedly, I don't know much about the structure behind it. I asked a few questions and generally got told to go away. I get the impression they don't do it much, when they do it's extremely secretive because of the risk involved and plus, only a handful of dragons are even remotely good enough to have a slim shot at getting it right. And even then, it's a hair's breadth of a shot. It's one shells of a gamble." Dytha was only half aware of Ambrelli as she said this, stopping to inspect Ponth's chest whilst the green was sitting in such a helpful position. Then she looked over and noted the other healer's pale expression. She had done enough healing to know that that was far more than just surprise.

But before she had had chance to interject, it seemed that she was recovering of her own mettle although Dytha was cautious about continuing until was comfortable that the woman wasn't going to fall off her seat. "Well, turns out they got the placement or something wrong. Our riders, their riders and a hatching clutch arrived smack dab in the middle of the wedding. And the cake. Hatching dragons everywhere going off to Impress - well, anyone they could lay eyes on. We had kids not even ten turns old impressing, Crafters, the Lord Holder's son and heir, his brand new wife - and a bunch of broken people like me who never in a life time would have been considered fit enough to stand." Not that she'd even wanted to. She remembered with a slight shudder how hard those first couple of sevendays had been, how invasive Ponth's voice had been...

Now you love my every syllable

On Wed, Apr 8, 2020 at 1:08 AM TrueTricia <tricia.nicewicz@...> wrote:
Ambrelli listened to the tale with growing incredulity.  How could this be possible?  Timing it for a few sevendays maybe a Turn, that she could see.  She'd heard confirmed tales from riders about leaving one side of the North in the morning and forgetting that it wouldn't be that time on the other.  They knew that they were timing it, even slightly.  But two thousand Turns?  How did they all survive?  

Her skin, normally a golden hue to its olive tones, was ashen as she thought about what that meant.  Could they go back?  Stop the Resistance before it happened?  Before the massacre and everything went wrong?  Why hadn't anyone?  They'd gone back to save some strange queen and her eggs but they wouldn't go back for living breathing dragons that they knew by name?  And there were people who had thought her evil for staying, for staying to protect the dragons.  Those that knew how to do this skill and yet did nothing, how were they better than her?  How were they not eaten by their guilt and inaction?  Her heart raced in her chest and it nearly felt like she couldn't breathe...

Dytha's words brought her out of her panic and back to the present.  She sat down on the stool mutely, staring at the two with what was a shocked expression, especially for her, not that the girl would know the difference.  "Go on..." she pressed when she could find words again.  



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

sailyn2
 

Kalain nodded as he gathered his supplies. The young man well knew how temperamental dragons could be during baths.

"Is he ticklish anywhere? I don't want to be scrubbing his tail and end up flung halfway into the lake."

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