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

Nutmeg
 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Steelsilver
 

"That would be appreciated." I'des nodded, gestured to the scrubbies and bucket of soapsand, already armed with a scrubbie. "Only advice is don't try to climb him. Working on what you can reach is fine." 


On Wednesday, April 8, 2020, sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:
"Nice to meet you both." Kalain bowed politely to each of them. "I'm happy to help bathe Sunstreath, if you want. I'm quite experienced at bathing large dragons."



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

sailyn2
 

"Nice to meet you both." Kalain bowed politely to each of them. "I'm happy to help bathe Sunstreath, if you want. I'm quite experienced at bathing large dragons."


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

sailyn2
 

"Welcome, Bronzerider S'yrell," T'lack said giving a casual salute. He was pleased to see that the other man wanted to talk to him again. "Have a seat. How are you today?"


Re: Lunch With A... Friend? (atten: Kassia)

sailyn2
 

"I look forward to it." Kassia smiled and headed back to her office to get work done.

OOC: END


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

Steelsilver
 

"All right." I'des gave a bit of a shrug. "What's your name? I'm I'des, and the bronze posing back there is Sunstreath." 

((He's not even a *Candidate*.)) --You're the one who wants a regular bath. Hush.--


On Wednesday, April 8, 2020, sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:
Kalain wrinkled his nose. "No, I'm a whercraft apprentice, but I'd be glad to help just the same." He walked closer "I'm Kalain."



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

Nutmeg
 

"Afraid makes sense. I'm the living breathing evidence of the very worst thing a Rider could dare to imagine - and doesn't dare to most of the time. And having someone like me pop up when least expected is like having a crawler thrown at you in the dark." It was a very solemn, albeit sensible analogy. As much as it hurt to see the fear, she understood why it was there. Even if she wished she didn't. And wished that they were looking at someone else instead.

Carefully setting the little green back into her basket-nest, the creature burrowed herself down into the blanket, cheeping delightedly at the sudden comfort and several of her faire-siblings immediately huddled close, sharing each others warmth. Absently, Tyne wondered if there would be a way to keep the basket warm but tucked the thought away - that was an idea to take home and think on.

She turned to R'zzon, her expression soft as she leaned toward him to gently sweep his hair from his eyes. "I will keep the very best for you. Because it's the least I can do for everything you have done for me."

On Wed, Apr 8, 2020 at 12:15 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
R'zzon raised his brows--only slightly, but he knew Tyne would see it. It was rare that she would talk about herself and her...status. But he'd long-since gotten over being uncomfortable around her. She used to be a rider, one who would probably have never given him a second glance (even though some women thought him glance-worthy, but the ones who she did pay attention to only wanted her for her gold. 

And the power that could bring.

But the point was moot now. And he considered himself lucky to be around her.

"You say that as if I should think you're a problem," he said softly. "I'll admit that when I first met you I was a little...afraid, I guess. But I'm glad I got to know you, and you've never been a problem in my opinion."  She was much easier to talk to than some of the self-important riders in his wing.

"Maybe," he started off almost shyly, "Maybe when Bobbin rises, she'll let me have one of her eggs?" And if by some weird chance Tyne Impressed that one too, it wouldn't be a hardship.

On Sun, Apr 5, 2020 at 10:15 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Tyne was enjoying the closeness of someone else, someone in her tiny circle that made her feel safe. "I wanted you to see them. I don't think Idri knows what to do with me now, though. But...." Her voice trailed away and she looked sheepish, almost a little guilty. "... They're talking about letting me live alone again. Be more independent." It was a massive step and part of her was convinced it couldn't possibly be a good idea whilst another part of her was positively swooning at the idea. Her own time. Her own space. Yes, she adored Idri - considering the woman family, not a minder. But she couldn't help but wish she was entirely considered a functional adult again. 

Zeeti was delighted by the attention, letting out a rumbling croon that was akin to a purr as she rubbed her head against R'zzon's fingers. The blue in question, soon to be known as "Song", one half of the mischievous pair made up by his brother, the equally naughty "Dance" had indeed settled himself back to sleep whilst another blue and two greens snuggled up closer, yawning and stretching like kittens in a basket. Cairn took a sniff and hopped away, clearly not too entirely impressed. Bobbin on the other hand, crawled into the basket and curled herself up around the tiny bodies, looking for all the world like a tiny gold dragon in the immediate aftermath of a hatching. Tyne was clearly delighted, stooping to kiss the top of Bobbin's head fondly. Fortunately, Myandith hadn't been quite so maternal with her clutches, glad to be rid of them so she could get back to her court of admirers as soon as possible and hating having been confined to the Hatching Sands instead of being on full view for all to admire. It was the difference like this that grounded her, stopping her mind trying to turn the tiny gold into a gold that... didn't exist anymore.

"I think you'd do marvellously with a little flit. Maybe an adorable little green or a reliable, chunky brown. You've got all the patience they need. I mean... if you can be patient with me, a flit would be no problem at all." She smiled sheepishly up at him, clearly unsure whether it was okay that, likely for the very first time, she had made light of the terrible situation which they had found themselves.

On Sun, Apr 5, 2020 at 2:41 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
R'zzon reached out a finger and rubbed Zeeti's head. "If I ever get a firelizard, I'd want them to be like this one. She's going to be a beauty when she grows up." He looked in the basket at the firelizards settling back down to sleep. "That blue is going to be trouble, though. If you, Cairn and Bobbin were able to get him to go back to sleep, he wasn't hungry. So he did that just to be a brat."  



On Sun, Apr 5, 2020 at 7:04 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Tyne covered the hand on her arm with her own, much smaller one, her slim fingers threading easily through his own and she smiled up at him - a warm, genuine smile that made her often so dark and sad eyes sparkle brightly. "I knew you'd understand." I was so hard to put it into words that someone could follow because it was so hard to understand in her own mind as well. How did you put into words something that every core of your being said was wrong and unnatural so that someone else could make sense of it? She rested her head against his arm for a moment, enjoying the warmth coming through his sleeve. 

The moment was disrupted by the head of tiny blue sticking his head out of the blanket with a loud and bewildered squawk. The others followed suit and started shouting angrily for the reason for their disruption. "Oh hush, shush now babies," Tyne cooed, pulling her hand away to lean into the basket. Bobbin contributed too, leaning in and warbling at the shouting hatchlings. They were safe and could go back to sleep, sleep was good, they needed lots of sleep. Safety and comfort and the need to sleep was the overarching emotions being pushed at the disturbed firelizards and several of them quietened, watching their observers with whirling eyes. "Not all, I have named some!" Tyne pointed at a brown who was watching them suspiciously. "Like him, he's Chief. He listens a lot, especially to Cairn. I think he's going to be the Wingsecond." She held up the tiny green who was still clinging to her free hand, the green squealed and chirruped and Tyne nuzzled her fondly, the green butting against her chin with her own tiny head. "And this is Zeeti. She's an absolute sweetheart. I can tell she's going to be a cuddlebug."

On Sat, Apr 4, 2020 at 9:08 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
R'zzon hoped he would never, ever have to experience what Tyne was going through. But he could be there for her. And he could at least try to understand.

"I'm glad you have them," he said. "I'm glad you can get some relief from the silence." He didn't hug her, as he was never sure if hugging would frighten her. But he did put a hand on her arm, and bent over to look at the basket of firelizards.

"I love their colors," he said. "Have you named them all yet?"

On Thu, Apr 2, 2020 at 4:13 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
She waited silently whilst he thought, aware that he seemed to be processing what she said and thinking very carefully about what he was going to say next. It was one of the things she appreciated about him. He was careful and considerate, not overly impulsive or reckless. It was safe. And she liked safe. As he spoke, she nodded with eager encouragement, elated that he was in a way, on the right track.

"The space that is Myrandith. Will always be Myrandith, even if she isn't there anymore is... is like looking into a gaping chasm. You can't see the bottom. It goes on forever..." She paused, waving her hands awkwardly and carefully scooping up a tiny green that was trying to escape her basket nest and gently smoothed her light green hide. "And the silence is the loudest noise you can possibly imagine. But it's silence. But it's so loud all at the same time and you can't... you can't stop yourself standing on the edge, looking for the bottom, waiting for the sound that's meant to be there." 

Tyne let out a sudden hiccup as the familiar swell of emotion made her chest ache and a lump form in her throat. "But they," And she gestured at Bobbin who creeled softly at her and Cairn, watching her intently. "...When they're there, I can see glimpses of colour inside that chasm. Can feel whispers of voices that break the silence down just enough. Just so it's bearable. When they're all there. All the others, even the ones that aren't mine, the colours are more vibrant and their voices are... are..." She fumbled for the word she was looking for. "... They're like listening to a sea shell and hearing the sea. It's a constant rush of smaller, simpler voices."

On Thu, Apr 2, 2020 at 12:57 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
R'zzon stood there and listened. He thought about the Panagath-shaped place in his mind, filled with everything that was Panagath, and nothing else.

{{And why would there be something in my space?}} Panagath asked, albeit softly. 

If Panagath were gone, he'd just absolutely die. But if he wasn't allowed to...he didn't have his own firelizard, but he supposed that having something in his mind...

"I think I understand. The noise and chatter of your firelizards covers Myrandith's silence. Or, maybe not covers," he says thoughtfully, "softens it." It meant a lot to him that he got this right. He tried to understand Tyne, because she needed someone to understand. Not just say they understood, but to really be able to emphathize.


On Mon, Mar 30, 2020 at 5:15 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
"No," Tyne said matter of factly, breaking from her role of adoring mother wherry to look up at R'zzon. "I have ten. Aaru belongs to Bobbin. She only listens to me because I can hear her. And because Bobbin tells her to." That she was now the owner of an absurd amount of firelizards didn't register as anything other than absolute bliss. "I can hear all of them, together..." she babbled happily. "... They're making the space smaller. Myrandith's space. Oh, R'zzon..." Tyne signed dreamily, letting herself indulge in the feelings filling her mind as though it were a warm blanket on the coldest of winters. "... I can't explain it, I can't."

The giddy childishness was slipping away slightly, replaced by the more lucid tones that Tyne had been beginning to display more and more of late. "... My head," she went on to explain. "... It's not so quiet. So empty. Like there's patches of colour and emotion that are just covering the space. It's still her shape... her shadow. But it's like part of it is being filled...." Tyne paused, frowning. "... No," she said suddenly, a stern note to her voice. "... not filled in. She's always there underneath. It's... like a blanket. A blanket of noise that's the right kind of noise." It was so hard to explain and she wrung her hands slightly as consternation flickered over her face. She struggled to understand it herself because she could always feel her gold there. Could always feel how Myrandith's presence was meant to be there. But the tiny flashes of emotion and image without a defined, individual voice... they were a patchwork blanket of comforting similarity without attempting to replace or forget the individual that had been there first. 

On Mon, Mar 30, 2020 at 12:05 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Nine firelizards? R'zzon boggled. Which gave her..,"You have eleven firelizards now?" How could she handle that? But, looking at the sheer happiness on her face, maybe it was a good thing. She seemed less haunted than she had been.

"So, where did they come from?" he asked. "I haven't seen you in a few days, so this had to have happened recently."  He ran his fingers through his hair. What did one say to someone who just Impressed nine more firelizards?

{{Congratulations is a good start.}}

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 12:01 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Her expression took on a mischievous bent as she gently pulled back the blanket some more. A blanket that had begun to rustle and move of its own accord. "All of them." she beamed as one by one, the tiny and yawning heads of baby firelizards began to pop up between the folds like springs popping out of a mattress. Three... four... five... six... seven.. eight...nine.

Tyne looked nothing but proud of herself and Bobbin stuck her head into the top of the basket, whistling softly at the sleepy babies, a bizarre echo of the way in which Tyne cooed and fussed over her little brood.

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 4:08 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
"What the..." R'zzon looked at the two babies she showed him. Two baby firelizards. "So you Impressed a couple more firelizards?" he said in confusion. But they were so close together. And it was such a large basket...

Suddenly he was wide awake.  "How many friends did you make?" he asked. Panagath was chuckling in the background. R'zzon had the feeling that if Panagath were human, he'd be rolling on the floor right now.

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 9:57 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
"Friends!" she proclaimed again. "You need to wake up some more. You're not making full sentences." Of course, she hadn't known that the poor man had probably only had a mere handful of hours of sleep. She reverently pored over the basket, cooing at it slightly. "I made lots of friends yesterday. At the beach! And they're Bobbin and Cairn's friends too!" Never mind that Cairn wasn't entirely sure about how he felt about the new little interlopers, Bobbin was positively infatuated, no doubt her own maternal streak as a gold feeding from Tyne's own adoration.

She reached for R'zzon's arm, pulling at his sleeve to pull him closer to the table. "You need to be quiet, you'll scare them. They're sleeping." The words were punctuated by barely contained giggles as she eased the lid of the basket halfway off. "Wakey wakey" she cooed into the basket, pulling the folds of a blanket aside to reveal two tiny firelizards, one brown and one green, fast asleep and their bellies distended from their recent breakfast.

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 1:27 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
"Friends?" R'zzon's sleep muddled mind could barely keep up with Tyne's exuberance. His eyes fell upon the basket, but he didn't see what was in it. The way Cairn and Bobbin were hovering around the basket was some type of clue. Something important in the basket. He struggled with connecting the dots.

Cairn and Bobbin were firelizards. Firelizards were small dragons. Dragons were always wanting to eat. Therefore, the basket must have food in it. He nodded, pleased with himself that he'd been able to think rationally.

{{Firelizards are not small dragons, thank you very much,}} Panagath said. {{I'm insulted that you would ever think that.}}

R'zzon ignored him.

"But haven't Bobbin and Cairn always been your friends?" he asked her.

On Sat, Mar 28, 2020 at 4:28 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Tyne was beaming so widely that one wrong move would probably split her face from ear to ear as R'zzon opened his door and bleared at her. Somewhere through the waves of sated sleep and overwhelming glee, she noted his barely awake face.

"Wake up sleepy! I brought my new friends to meet you!"

Brandishing the basket high, she jostled past him into his weyr, practically bouncing with ever step. Like arrows from a bow, Bobbin and Cairn shot after her, settling on the table that Tyne gently set her basket on and huddling around it. It was clear that both flits were on high alert, heads twitching every which way as though assessing the entire room for any possible dangers.

"I made friends! All on my own!" And she was so achingly pleased about that fact. It radiated from her as she puffed up her slim frame and an innocence seemed to ripple from her. It wasn't the strange, childlike Tyne she had been, rather, it was the image of someone who was surrounded by a bubble of innocent naivety. A bubble that kept all of the bad things away. Besides, she was so giddy with all the new noise in her head that it made her feel drunk and the feeling of sated baby flits in her head made her feel heavy and clumsy like she was wading through water. It was delightful. Feelings in a way that she hadn't thought she would remotely feel every again. Patching up the Myrandith space. Not forgetting it. Just making it more bearable. Draping it with brightly coloured flags that made the hole seem a little smaller. Keeping Myrandith sacred. Just... easier to bear.

On Sat, Mar 28, 2020 at 8:00 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
R'zzon had been on late watch, and had fallen into bed in the early hours of the morning. Therefore, he didn't at first hear the persistent knocking.

{{Hey, boyo, your girlfriend's here,}} an amused Panagath said, waking him up from a sound sleep. He wasn't sure what he'd been dreaming about, but whatever it was, he'd liked it. and wanted more.

[[My what?]] he sleepily asked.

{{The no-longer-goldrider you've been around a log.}} 

Tyne? First he bolted up from bed, then realized that if something had happened, Idri would be there and not Tyne herself. "Hang on," he called out, quickly donning a semi-clean shirt and pants. Barefoot he padded over to his door.

"Hi," he said, almost tongue-tied. He didn't see anything untoward at first so he motioned her in. "Come on in. Is everything alright?"

On Sat, Mar 28, 2020 at 1:36 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
OoC: Fuzzied back approximately 2 months and set the day after Tyne finds her brood.

IC: When she had turned up back at home, beaming with rapturous happiness, Idri hadn't know whether to laugh, cry, shout or all of the above. As Tyne had waded into their living quarters, baby firelizards hanging off almost every inch of her (or so it had seemed), the poor Healer had spent the next hour trying to figure out two things, one - what in the wide world had happened and two - had her charge found a nest that didn't belong to her and they were about to get a very angry owner banging on the door.

The story had come out, coaxed between Tyne's distracted thoughts and copious giggles as she bathed and oiled each and every one of her new charges, wrapped in the wonderful cacophony of emotion that flooded her mind and Myrandith's empty space. The sun was barely sunk below the Rim before Idri had found the dragonless woman fast asleep on the couch, exhausted by her day's adventure and snoring lightly.

She had been left there until late into the following morning when Tyne had awoken to the sensation of hunger. Hers and that of nine others. Idri had abandoned her to go to a shift and truth be told, had needed to run away in order to figure out what she was going to do with Tyne. Tyne hadn't cared. No one had told her off and she was so enveloped in new sensations that she drifted along in a bubble of delirious happiness as she spent a blissful two hours tending to her new flock.

There was someone else that she was itching to tell as well. She had tried to make her new friends cling to her like they had yesterday but now, fat and sated they were lazy and snoring. With a "hmph!" she had found something even better, one of the baskets Idri used to organise their laundry. Each little body was tucked into its own nest of a blanket and the basket scooped up as Tyne scampered down the tunnels, trying not to bounce her previous cargo too much. Bobbin and Cairn flew over her, the gold fiercely watching for predators. Her maternal streak had kicked off and then some as Tyne made her way to a familiar door and began rapping on it loudly and persistently.

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

Nutmeg
 

It was an unusual type of conflict - caught between knowing how only a few turns before this conversation would have no doubt swiftly taken a very different and much more intimate turn and.. well, who she was now. On the one hand, it was a glorious sensation of recognition without the undertone of fearful pity. On the other... it was a brutal reminder that who she was then and who she was now was like describing two entirely different people and fleetingly she couldn't help but wonder whether this reminder of the past was a good thing or.. whether it stood to nip at her heels and pull her back. It would be something she would have to think on, and decide how she needed to adapt to this. It had always been entirely likely that at some point, someone she knew or had had some degree of involvement with, would one day turn up on Arolos' doorstep. She just hadn't entertained the possibility that it would be someone who she had known so intimately. Had welcomed into her inner circle of favourites. True, she knew that there were indeed a few Riders who had transferred with her and suspected that they quietly kept an eye on her from afar, but they had kept their distance, even if Tyne was quietly sure, that it was because they couldn't fully cope with the new person she had become.

And she was a new person now. Dismantled in the fire and pieced carefully back together again but in a different, more fragile shape. The cracks were there, that was for sure, even if she doubted at times just how well or for how long they would hold. In a crude sense, she had experienced a form of rebirth, albeit one she would not wish upon anyone in the world. Not even those she had scornfully considered enemies.

She inspected him carefully, and it would be a contemplative expression he knew well - sharp eyes peering at him, looking for those whispers of expression to give it all away. "I'm sorry that you got the short end of the stick. We aren't who we were - but some people hold onto grudges far too easily." She would known, she had been one of them, boiling away with resentment and silly pride. And where had it gotten her? Her expression changed again, her face these days a flickering bounce from one emotion to the next that could be read from her as easily as a book now, but this time it was softer. "You will miss the snow - a lot more than you thought possible. Especially when the monsoons hit. If you've got furs - get rid of them and those heavy winter leathers will end up collecting dust in a box. Get to the stores and get a hold of lighter clothing. The tailors here are good - they'll know what will be comfortable." Those dark eyes roamed over him. She had known every nook and cranny. How peculiar it felt. "You can do well here. But mind your manners. Arolos is more relaxed in a sense but just as strict in others. They pride themselves on giving people a chance and offer opportunities for innovation that other Weyrs might not even consider. It's punishment for some and safe haven for others. Others who have fallen foul of closed minds and disdainful thoughts." She paused  her words, though gentle, had been something of a chastisement as well. A cautious reminder that Arolos was not like other places. "Although there will be more than one wide eyed sylph ready to swoon at your boots and fall into your furs just for looking at them. So you can still have your fun."

Pausing, it was clear that she was measuring her words carefully - as though not sure how to place them without sounding completely cracked. "I was sent here because of the family I left behind. Even though we hadn't really left on the best of terms. Now I have a new family. A different one. One that keeps me safe and do not pass any judgements. They accept me and all my flaws without second thought. It is the purest acceptance I have ever known." She had almost used "love" but her brain had stopped her. It hadn't been the right word. Because the purest love she had ever felt had vanished Between in a second of dragon screams.

On Tue, Apr 7, 2020 at 4:26 AM TrueTricia <tricia.nicewicz@...> wrote:
He noted the way she rubbed her wrists, but he kept it to himself.  Not all scars could be seen, and he was starting to guess at why she wore gloves.  If he'd lost Vastolth, it would be the first thing he'd try.  After all, living without Vastolth, well, it wasn't something he could imagine now.  But for her sake, he was glad she'd survived her loss.  

"I've always been a gentleman!" he faked being a fronted at her words.  He laughed, kissing her hand again before dropping it down again into their laps.  But he didn't let go, holding onto softly.  "I'm still S'ryll, and I'm still an ass.  Just give me time... To be honest, I'm a bit homesick after leaving the Reaches, and seeing you, well, it's just bringing out the best in me."  He leaned into whisper softly.  "Don't tell anyone."  He leaned back and shook his head.  "I'd done well the last two Turns.  I made wingsecond, and I was a damn good one, if I do say so myself.  But a few sevendays ago, things started going downhill.  I was prepared for something, but not a transfer."  His eyes narrowed a bit as he thought back over the way it had all played out.  "Before Vastolth came along, and before you helped me focus, I'd bullied some kid in the Barracks.  Nothing outrageous, and I'd certainly had worse back in the stables, but still, he took it particularly poorly.  His father is a bronzerider, and a few sevendays ago, he rose up the ranks pretty high.  Suddenly, I'm getting transfer orders.  I'm sure it was spun some way, but regardless, I'm here because I bullied a kid a decade ago."  He shook his head.  

"I became wing second because you helped me, Tyne.  You helped me to see what and who I needed to be to achieve my goals.  So yeah, I'll be a gentleman to you, but only so long as you don't tell anyone," he teased the last bit.  He squeezed her hand before turning his attention to the sky.

He enjoyed her laugh, that genuine sound of it ringing through the air.  He listened to her describe this insane ability of hers, and he tried to imagine what it would be like to constantly have so many voices in his head. "I'm glad you're doing better, Tyne.  I'm glad you've got all of them to help you, the constant noise to give you something."

((Just you is bad enough))

Behind them, Vastolth grumbled in response, the humm vibrating the air around them, as if to remind Saere that he better be damn thankful for the bronze. 



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

TrueTricia
 

S'ryll had been here what, a sevenday, and his head had spun so many times he couldn't count.  This Weyr was full of all the craziness that it was rumored to hold, but it wasn't as bad as he'd been led to believe.  This was not the Reaches.  It wasn't home.  But there could be worse places.  While he might miss the deference and position he had at the Reaches, people here were polite and still held riders up with decorum.  He'd gotten a Candidate lad to help bathe Vastolth, and he'd, most importantly, reunited with Tyne.  That was still a whole box of varying emotions he hadn't fully unpacked, and he wasn't about to worry about it today.

It was dinner in the Dining Hall, and S'ryll sat with a few of his wingmates when he saw a familiar face.  He'd finished eating already, so he just excused himself, picked up his drink, and moved towards the other man. 

"Wingleader T'lack," he said in greeting.  Still weird to call a greenrider a wingleader, but not as strange as two thousand year old baby dragons.  That was stranger.  Definitely stranger... 


Re: Lunch With A... Friend? (atten: Kassia)

Steelsilver
 

"I'll have Sunstreath bespeak Foreth, or come see you, soon." I'des promised. 


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

Kassia lowered her glass and sighed.

"But now I have to get back to work." She started gathering things back together. "We should get together soon, though. And you can always reach me by Foreth or at my office."



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

sailyn2
 

Kalain wrinkled his nose. "No, I'm a whercraft apprentice, but I'd be glad to help just the same." He walked closer "I'm Kalain."


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

Nutmeg
 

"No one wants to see any of them fail. Even if they probably would argue that if they've been given extra latrine duties for a sevenday." Nayari was using this time to get a more thorough gauge of her newest recruit. "But, at the same time, the reality is that the Weyr has a certain structure and order to things. And learning about that order, that way of life? It starts right here. That's why I drill it home. Because it has to be gotten right." So far, she was moderately pleased - it didn't harm to have another stickler for the rules around. It was far too easy to become complacent and forget that professional line in the sand. "Just remember, you are not here to be their friend. Guide them, mentor them, support them - but keep that boundary. It's an important one."


On Mon, Apr 6, 2020 at 6:30 PM Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:
Talena nodded while listening intently, eyes bright and eager as she hung off of the Candidatemaster's words. Where had this perfect greenrider been all her life? Here she was stating everything that Talena wanted to hear from a superior and supporting Talena's beliefs. She felt Parath's amusement outside in his sun spot as well as his own mirrored approval. Her blue was also fond of following the rules and doing right, so Marith's was A-OK in his book, too. Talena swallowed a bit before replying.

"Thank you, ma'am. I'll remember that for sure. I find the greatest pleasure in seeing Candidates succeed and Impress, but especially the ones who started out rough and unruly, and then turn around to be leaders and positive role models. Seeing someone who pushed back against you and broke the rules get their stuff together and turn around.... damn. It's rewarding."



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

Steelsilver
 

"Oh good- You!" I'des had been nearby, in fact, Sunstreath just beyond him. "You're a Candidate, right? Want to help me wash my bronze?"


On Wednesday, April 8, 2020, sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:
Kalain had the day off from his whercraft duties and was determined to spend it at the lake swimming and maybe getting to wash a dragon or two. Better than being cooped up studying. He was more of a hands on guy anyway, and studying was not the same as doing. So he made his way to the Weyr lake, laid out a towel and looked around to see if anyone needed help bathing their dragon.



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

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"Nah," Kassia grinned as the odd kitten popped its head out. One half of its face was red along with much of the opposite side of the body, the other areas were black. Odd, but beautiful. "You keep asking for a kitten and Brogan didn't eat this one even when she climbed up his tail, so I thought we had a winner."


Re: Lakeside Recruiting (Attn: Kashara/Ambrelli)

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Ambrelli looked over at a young woman lounging at the lakeside.  She had red hair and pale skin, and she hoped the girl had the sense to put on sunscreen, even in the early morning.  But that's what human healers were for, and she was not that.   She walked over closer.

"Mind if I join you?" she said before sitting down next to the younger woman.  "Running helps to clear my head, keep the ghosts away.  Plus my quarters are high up, and without a dragon, those stairs would kill me if I didn't run!" she said with a polite smile.  Merck twittered, hopping off Ambrelli's shoulder to the ground between the two women and tilting his head at the other woman.  


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

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"What the shards have you two been doing?" Kassia roared again. "Making half the Weyr drunk? Stripping? Ending up in bed together?"

"Mom," Sarati said quietly, clutching her head, "please don't yell." She resisted the urge to hunch under the sheets and sat up straight instead, even if it meant she wasn't entirely covered. She wasn't a kid any more and she had rank even if it wasn't as high as her mother's. She wasn't Kassia's child any more...well...not just her child.
"Oh, sweetheart, I'm just beginning to yell."


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

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Well, that was one way of looking at it, she supposed. She waved off his confusion with a light giggle and a wave of her hand. "Ignore me, I was pretending to be one of those uppity art people who try to say that a canvas painted white has deep and profound meaning." Ysolde took a small step back, inspecting the boy. He really was plastered. "You're going to need to bathe you know, else you'll attract the trundlebugs. They love fruit juice. Why were you making dragons out of fruit anyhow?"


On Mon, Apr 6, 2020 at 4:05 PM Mya L. R. <mleesan@...> wrote:
"Didn't have access to any normal material today!"  Qioyon explained, a grin momentarily appearing on his face at the comment.  The thought that Harpers might ask about it made him cock his head, pausing as he considered it, soon asking.  "Why would the Harpers ask?  I didn't make them for any Harpers, does things like fruit sculptures get around very much?"


On Mon, Apr 6, 2020 at 7:05 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
"Fruit!" She laughed, shaking her hair from her eyes as it bounced forwards. "I'm not going to ask why fruit, but that's definitely something a bit different!" People normally went for something more... well, permanent. Like a drawing or sculpture. Well, you could consider fruit as a media of choice if you were feeling especially creative. "If any of those pompous Harpers ask, you can say it's an expression in the frailty of emotional constructs. That will impress them."

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Re: Housewarming Presents! (Dytha/Cremsden)

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The blue's delight brought another snort of laughter. "Well someone's made himself at home. Maybe I should stick a sign out front offering free flit baths." Another box was pushed aside, only to cause her to step back with a light groan as the very familiar smell of "something died in here" announced its presence. "Flaming shells," she growled, tentatively pulling what looked like mouldy sacking to one side. 


On Thu, Apr 2, 2020 at 9:37 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
"Erk." Cremsden pulled a face but Bitey, on his shoulder, gave a little cry of delight and leapt down to splash in the forming pool. "Huh. Well, those jars will need a good long boil but looks like you have a weyr with a built-in firelizard bathing pool."

On Thu, Apr 2, 2020 at 9:01 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
"I don't know, a lost fortune might cover some of the repairs this place is going to need." Dytha grunted as she heaved up a box, only to groan as it uncovered a patch of wall heavily streaked with damp, moisture pooling on the floor. "And that will be the leak they told me about." Setting the box to one side and carefully inspecting it, she was relieved to see that the sodden box contained empty salve jars, the small ones for small lotions to be distributed to patients to take home.

On Tue, Mar 31, 2020 at 10:21 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
"At this point I would wager the majority of them have been sitting five turns or more," Cremsden said reassuringly, heaving up the next box. "I mean, I'm not saying there *isn't* a lost Lady Holder's fortune sitting at the bottom of one of them but it seems unlikely." 

On Tue, Mar 31, 2020 at 6:18 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
"Hah. Lets make a punishment room for them filled with boxes containing Faranth only knows what. Expired numbweed in mysterious jars. Suspiciously stained sheets." Sure, a good amount of them pulled their weight and were content to do what was asked. But there had been more than one that turned up their nose at getting their hands dirty. "You sure they won't mind? I kinda feel like I should be making some sort of list if I'm going to be getting it out of here." It felt an awful lot like cutting a corner, even if what he was saying did make a lot of sense. 

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 11:18 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
"No, believe me, if there had been food Bitey would have been after it," Cremsden assured her. He rolled his sleeves up and set to work lifting down the most wobbly looking of the higher boxes. "The Infirmary might want a bit of this - empty numbweed jars, that kind of crap - but I promise you are not expected to inventory it. Let's just make sure it's dumped somewhere else safely and the next time I get a batch of Candidate apprentices who think we're their 3 hour a day playtime that can be their job."

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On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 10:58 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
"Ah hah! So you're to blame! You know, when I first came up a few days ago, I couldn't even get the door open because stuff had fallen down behind it. Now I know I can blame someone for it." There was a cheeky mirth to her words as she gleefully grabbed hold of a new, non dust-filled rag and bottle of cleaning agent. "I did think about doing that. But figured I should at least open the top to make sure it's not valuable or filled with something useful I can pilfer. Like crates of biscuits so I can hide them as emergency rations should we ever run out of food."

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 10:39 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
Cremsden laughed. "You know it is just *slightly* possible that I dumped half of these here unopened when I cleared out the training rooms," he admitted. "Which is to say unless you desperately want to check all of them in case you find something useful I wouldn't bother. Not your job to find out where things *should* live. Just have to find some other conveniently empty space to dump them in and make them someone else's problem."

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 9:40 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
The "pshaw" and wave of her hand suggested that she didn't think that would be happening to her any time soon. Maybe in a week. "I'm starting to think they lied to me. There isn't a weyr under all of this. Just more mountains of boxes." She looked around as if wondering where to start first. That was part of the problem, there was so much in the way that she couldn't decide what needed to be done. "I got Ponth's ledge cleared first so she could sleep there. And I managed to get my bed in around that corner." The "weyr" was an unusual shape in that the door entering it entered into a narrow hallway first. The short wall had evidently come down at some point but had then allowed for a smaller cave-like section to be revealed which she was hoping she would be able to put a curtain across in order keep her bed from sight.At some point, she suspected that her "sleeping area" had in fact been some form of adjoining cupboard or similar. It then opened out into a smaller area where the stove could just about be seen in the corner. All being well, there would be just enough room for a couple of chairs and low table. 

Through all of this was a narrow trail that led to the way to Ponth's new ledge and somewhere, somewhere behind all of the rubbish, was a door to what she hoped was a still functioning bathing pool. But at this rate, she had already consigned herself to the possibility that it would be nothing more than a glorified hole in the ground.

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Re: Lunch With A... Friend? (atten: Kassia)

sailyn2
 

Kassia lowered her glass and sighed.

"But now I have to get back to work." She started gathering things back together. "We should get together soon, though. And you can always reach me by Foreth or at my office."


Re: Lakeside Recruiting (Attn: Kashara/Ambrelli)

sailyn2
 

"You look like you're spending way too much energy," Kashara said from where she was lounging on a towel in front of the lake. She was more of a 'exercise only if I have to' person and her free time was not a 'have to' moment. Instead it was a time to lay out by the water and watch the world go by. Including those crazy enough to think running was fun.

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