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Re: Believe It or Not atten: T'lack/S'ryll

sailyn2
 

"You know those rumors that there were people brought forward from the past?" T'lack asked. "They were true. And they brought eggs with them. Sarati's dragon happened to be a part of an egg that happened out twin dragons, so she's especially small." He shrugged and given the bronze's attitude, he doubted the man would believe him if he didn't believe everything already. Of course maybe not every story made it to every person.


Of Kittens...and Kittens atten: Kassia/R'bor

sailyn2
 

Kassia watched the tiny weirdly but beautifully colored kitten sleeping in Brogan's bed next to the desk. She'd been afraid that the wher would want to eat the kitten (and still wouldn't trust them alone together), but so far so good. The door to the ledge was firmly closed, however, for multiple reasons. But there was one thing she wanted to check up on.

((Foreth, get ahold of Vukoth to ask His to to meet me for lunch.))

Foreth grumbled, but passed on the message to R'bor.


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

Nutmeg
 

Yes, that had been true. Although, Tyne thought wryly to herself. There were some scars that it would be harder to think of as anything other than what they were, a desperate attempt at a failed escape. Thankfully, as ever, those were covered in the light sleeves of the fingerless gloves that Idri had made for her, but it didn't stop her running her fingers absently over the material, feeling the ridging beneath. 

A small giggle had escaped her when he pulled off his tunic and she pulled it over her head gratefully, the familiar scent suffusing her nostrils. The conflict this encounter had caused would unsettle her for days, that was for sure, memories being dragged out into the light from where they had lurked under dark rocks. "You always were quick to get the muscles out. Watch you don't get burned on that pale Northern complexion, now. That's the last thing your ego needs." A flicker of a twinkle had crossed her eyes, but only a flicker. A spark of her previous self. A small smile had settled on her face though, shy and timid, but a smile none the less. "I'm... not as broken as I was. I... don't remember much of immediately after. Wygelle and F'loran helped. They send marks to Kassia to pay for my upkeep here so that I can have... some of what I used to." Warmth touched her expression as she mentioned the High Reaches Weyrleaders. She missed F'loran. The jovial lump. 

She sipped at the flask and then held it out to him, happy to share before turning her gaze to the cloud of firelizards above her. Her eyes closed and she appeared to be basking in the sun, in reality she was dipping into the emotions of her faire. They had settled again, distracted by several small insects that they were darting after. "They helped fix me. All of them did. They listened even when I didn't know that I was calling."

On Mon, Apr 6, 2020 at 12:06 AM TrueTricia <tricia.nicewicz@...> wrote:
S'ryll smiled back at her, gently.  "We always viewed these scars differently, you and I."  He stopped though, realizing his next words of 'the price you had to pay for what you were to become' might only add to her pain right now.  It felt good to be near her again, near something that reminded him of home.  He saw the look of embarrassment cross his face.  It wasn't as if he hadn't seen all of this before, but it had been awhile, and her discomfort was something he could help.  He pulled off his tunic, handing it to her while the flits came down.  

"For while you wait," he told her, now he himself being barechested and exposed.  Not that he minded in this sun.  

As the little green looked at Vastolth, the bronze regarded her curiously.  ((I think she likes you)) Saere told him, amused.  

{{Hmmm...}} the bronze said, confused.  One one hand, a green flirting was just that.  But on the other hand, this was a flit, and that fact and the irony of it, seemed to win out.  He gave a welcoming rumble back to the little one as she regarded him.  He watched as they listened to Tyne, as she sent them away to fetch a new shirt for herself.  And as she stared at him, he felt the weight of his guilt in her gaze.  But he didn't move. That was his burden, and from the looks of it, she had enough to bear without his.  

"We were scared for you.  I mean, I totally understand it being overwhelming.  I know I'm roguishly handsome and you haven't seen me in awhile, but it's not every day a woman faints at the sight of you." he smiled, teasing her to keep it light.  "You're not broken, Tyne.  But it's ok to not be the same either."  He couldn't stand the thought of her being broken.  He'd once been so loyal to her, so dedicated to her as his ww, his queen.  He couldn't match that former dedication with the fact that when she needed them all the most, he wasn't there.  None of them had been.  They'd failed her.  In his arrogance, she wouldn't feel so broken if he'd been there, if he'd somehow been able to save her.  

"You've earned the right to be however you need to be right now," he said slowly.  "And I'm sorry I wasn't there to help you through it."



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A Fellow Wher Handler atten: atten Larenne/Kassia

sailyn2
 

Kassia was out on her morning walk with Brogan when she spotted another woman with a blue wher coming her way. She recognized the knots as a wherhandler, but stopped a short distance to give her a bit of space. Even though they had all the rules and wherhandlers were supposed to have the best trained whers, she never entirely trusted how whers were going to treat each other on first meeting. Brogan was wary, but mostly because he was on guard. She also felt his curiosity for the non-bronze wher.


"Good morning," she said.


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

sailyn2
 

"Thanks," she said. "I only have so many hands and I need one to ride down which means I can spend more time with you."

 

She waited until the blanket was settled before starting to set out food.

"Wine as requested. Sandwiches, orange roots, and bubbly pies for desserts."


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

Nutmeg
 

Nayari hadn't expected the response and looked a little taken aback, surprise registering on her face. "I'm please to hear that. Unfortunately some might consider me a little hard handed. But I have the best interests of all the Candidates in mind." She had taken the empty seat, primly crossing one knee over the other, ever the image of a Lady. But appearances mattered, even when you were as anal about it as she was. "Some of our... more established Candidate might try to push boundaries but they are still bound by the same rule as those that arrived yesterday. They are not exempt from any reprimand that their behaviour might cause, nor do they get to laze about just because they think they've been here long enough to know it all." Nayari' voice was firm, but not unkind. 

"I am a firm believer that hard work, good structure and appropriate reprimand builds character and gives focus. We have a very important role here and with the right foundation, anyone can thrive." She paused, "My door is always open should you have any questions as well. I welcome feedback from my Candidatemasters. As well as ideas and their concerns. I want to know what they've seen that caused alarm. What they've heard about that they think could be a good idea."

On Sun, Apr 5, 2020 at 8:11 PM Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:
The more Nayari spoke, the deeper and stronger Talena's respect and admiration grew. This woman got it, she was speaking words that Talena herself held close to her heart and tried to teach herself. Nodding with a gesture to sit, Talena sat herself while still listening. She took a slow breath when her Master finished and allowed a little smile. 

"My land, I don't think that I've ever heard anyone put my deepest beliefs into words so perfectly. Candidate Master, I'm very glad to be in your service now. I think that maybe I just witnessed an off moment today and used that to judge all of the Candidates here. I was clearly wrong if this is your stance. I'm very eager to see just what these kids and my new coworkers can do together."



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Re: Reserving Her Opinionatten: Kassia/S'yrell

sailyn2
 

"Let's just say I've had various times over the turns where I've had a lot of times on my hands." She shrugged. "Tell me, what was your favorite thing of Fort? And what are you looking forward to out here?"

 

She looked out to the water where Foreth was back in her favorite spot. She'd just shooed a blue away who should have known better, but who had probably thought he could get away unnoticed due to his size.


Re: These Little Moments (ATTN: Yiyu/Tyne)

Nutmeg
 

Everywhere had felt too small. Too boxed in. Today had been a claustrophobic day. She needed air. And the brood needed oiling. It hadn't taken more than a heartbeat to decide where she was going to go and she had made her way up to her secret spot where the faire was already waiting for her, she could hear them calling as she had approached up the tunnel. 

She had started at first to see Yiyu, but recognition touched her eyes and a smile curled her lips. "You get the best view of the sunset from here." Well, maybe not the best in the whole Weyr, but Tyne was more than a little biased.

On Sun, Apr 5, 2020 at 7:17 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
They were quiet little times, these trips she took up near the rim. She hadn't seen Tyne here, but had always made sure to leave the space clean no matter if she carried a kitten with her or a stack of books. This evening, she was watching the sunset, tiny black kitten lost in her mass of hair, purring softly.

A footstep scraped against stone. She turned, smiled hesitantly. The flock of flits foretold whom she would see soon enough.




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Re: A little too far ( Ysolde / Desille )

Nutmeg
 

If the dragon had been full sized, chances were that Ysolde would feel a lot more trepidation than she did. But this one was so small... they hadn't had a recent Hatching... plus, the proportions were all wrong. No, she would never say she was some sort of dragon expert, but she could tell that this one had the proportions of an adult. Which meant... "Wait, you're one of those dragons that landed in the wedding cake!" 

She stared at Doryth, her pretty eyes glinting in the light of the glow baskets, unable to not giggle as he snuffled at her, the hot air of his breath tickling her legs. "I'm Ysolde! Who are you?" His voice had filtered into her mind and she had revelled in it. Is this what it would be like? To hear another presence in her own thoughts?

On Sun, Apr 5, 2020 at 12:23 PM Rogue Kakashi <snail.on.speed@...> wrote:
Doryth seemed to be just as taken aback with finding a girl as the girl had with finding a dragon.  Her comment confused the blue, who quickly replied to her, {{ If I wasn't, then why I am I here?  }}

Desille heard Doryth speaking to somebody and her nerves grew only worse.  She blitzed into the craft halls, turning familiar tunnels until she came upon exactly what she was looking for, "Doryth!" she exclaimed, nearly out of breath.  "You big blue lump!   You're not supposed to be in here!"

{{ But!  I am!  I know, I can feel it, it's soooooo close,}}  he began sniffing the air, first up hear the ceiling and then down towards teh floor, then the girl's feet, her legs.  Something about her drew him, {{ Who are you!?  }}

"I'm sorry, he's never acted like this before!" Desille called out from the other side of Doryth.


- Desille and Doryth



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Re: The Art of Dragonhealing (Ambrelli/Yiyu)

Jessica Freise
 

Something ancient lived in the Dragonhealer's gaze, along with the evident warning and a touch of disbelief. Disbelief, Yiyu understood, was directed at her. Part of her wilted -- or tried to. She refused to let that happen, to look away.

"I can do this," she said simply, steel in her words. "I want to be a help, not a henderence to my Weyr."

On Apr 5, 2020, at 8:54 PM, TrueTricia <tricia.nicewicz@...> wrote:

Ambrelli nodded.  "Dragonhealing isn't easy.  You're not just dealing with the dragon, but with the Rider too.  You're a Candidate, so you probably think Riders are awesome.  Some are.  Sore are dicks.  And whatever they are when things are going well, they're different when their lifemate is in pain.  People lose their minds and do crazy things when someone they love is in pain, and it's worse when it's a pain they can feel too.  They stop thinking, and they react irrationally.  And in the middle of a Pass, the times when it's bad are more than the times when it's good.  This isn't the Craft for the faint of heart...." 

It was a fair warning.  Arolos wasn't Fort, but the dangers and the risks were still real.  Chances were slim the girl would get assaulted or raped on a weyrcall here.  It hadn't been that way at Fort.  But no matter what Weyr you were at or its attitudes, nothing could prepare you for the challenges of trying to calm rider and dragon enough after a bad Threadfall, especially when the Rider was unconscious and the dragon scored so bad he was a danger to those working on him, or in danger of going between.  If a Queen could be called to calm him, great, but during bad Threadfalls, there may be too many injuries and not enough Queens.  She remembered a bad Fall at Fort that was like that.  She hated half the Riders in that damn Weyr, but she'd never, never wish that kind of pain or death on anyone.  Not even Fortians.  


Re: In Need of a Bit of Healing (Ambrelli/Z'go)

TrueTricia
 

The second salve went on quickly.  She wiped her hands on the towel, capping her salves and placing them back in the satchel.  She then pulled out a thin strip of fabric, and cut them to the size of the wound.  

"That's because that's not where I go to drink..."  she gave him a wicked smile.  "There aren't any weyrbrats there to tempt away with sweets." 

She gave a sigh at the last.  Thank yous for helping dragons.  For doing her Craft, for saving those that saved her.  "You don't owe me anything.  I help the dragons because I want to, not for any other reason."  Her tone was prickly.  She'd used those thanks far too often at Fort to curry one favor or another for the Resistance.  And look where that had gotten her.  Trading favors, unquestioned rides for deliveries, or in some cases, allowing herself to be bedded by the grateful rider to steal something the Resistance needed while he slept later.  She'd never not healed a dragon.  But she'd also always said yes to the thank yous.  And that life was behind her.  

She looked at his wine though.  "Maybe if you had a skull though..."  It was an attempt at humor to made up for the prickliness.  She closed her eyes briefly before turning back to Gamyth.  

"Now it's time for us to move onto treating the rest of your leg, the muscles and the hide that is stretched and strained as a result."  She reached down into her bag, pulling a strange looking wooden implement out.  She turned to Z'go.  "You should learn to do this.  I have more of these in my shop.  You'll need to do this twice a day until that wound is completely healed.  And you'll need oil.  I assume you have some.  For the dragon."


Re: Bronze on Bronze (D'cul, I'des)

Steelsilver
 

"Oh it's definitely not going to be a bronze. I hope." I'des responded with another sigh. "It would probably be best if it was a blue. Or a gold, if we get really lucky."


On Sunday, April 5, 2020, Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:
"That's an odd mental image," D'cul surmised. "Definitely seems like a no, though. I agree that "not a bronze" is a good route to go, but if he's potentially saying that he's enough, then any of the other colors might be rough, too. Seteieth wasn't happy when I acquired my wher since the brown took attention off of him, so I understand where you're coming from."



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Re: Bronze on Bronze (D'cul, I'des)

Ren
 

"That's an odd mental image," D'cul surmised. "Definitely seems like a no, though. I agree that "not a bronze" is a good route to go, but if he's potentially saying that he's enough, then any of the other colors might be rough, too. Seteieth wasn't happy when I acquired my wher since the brown took attention off of him, so I understand where you're coming from."


Re: In Need of a Bit of Healing (Ambrelli/Z'go)

Rogue Kakashi
 

Z'go hadn't been sober when she entered, but she didn't have to worry; he was a bitran and proudly able to hold his own, at least were wine was concerned.  He filled the cup up again, except that this time he left it on one of the tables, for when she was finished.  He let a snort when he heard her answer; "Really now?  I never see you drinking at the Dining Cavern," he mentioned, which is where most dragonriders who partook ended up after a few cups.  There was no other drink at making the antisocial social again, Z'go had found.  "Oh, right, it's because you're the cavern's witch.  You must drink alone in the dark, from the skulls of weyr children who misbehave and don't go bed on time.  Well I don't have any skulls we can share but this mug will have to do... as a thank you for helping Gamyth."

- Z'go and Gamyth


Re: Bronze on Bronze (D'cul, I'des)

Steelsilver
 

"I did ask him. He just sent me an image of himself from my point of view and then changed the subject." I'des sighed. " I think it would have to be not a bronze, if I did get one. He likes having all of my attention."


On Sunday, April 5, 2020, Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:
Wincing at the fate of the feline, D'cul hummed in thought. "Have you asked him about getting a firelizard? Maybe he'd be less inclined to eat it since they're so much like dragons."



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Re: Bronze on Bronze (D'cul, I'des)

Ren
 

Wincing at the fate of the feline, D'cul hummed in thought. "Have you asked him about getting a firelizard? Maybe he'd be less inclined to eat it since they're so much like dragons."


Re: Bronze on Bronze (D'cul, I'des)

Steelsilver
 

"I kind of want to go looking for eggs." I'des admitted. "But Sunstreath is particular, and I don't know if he'd really like it." A shrug. "Pets are cute, but Sunny ate a stray feline once. And even in Ista, flit pets aren't common."


On Sunday, April 5, 2020, Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:
Not many were really fans of whers and D'cul could respect that. "I haven't particularly found a use for a firelizard myself. Most people use them down here for messengers or pets. I don't have much need for a pet and if I need to talk to someone I can just ask Seteieth to bespeak them. Not saying I'd turn down one if offered, but I wouldn't straight up seek one out."



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Re: Bronze on Bronze (D'cul, I'des)

Ren
 

Not many were really fans of whers and D'cul could respect that. "I haven't particularly found a use for a firelizard myself. Most people use them down here for messengers or pets. I don't have much need for a pet and if I need to talk to someone I can just ask Seteieth to bespeak them. Not saying I'd turn down one if offered, but I wouldn't straight up seek one out."


Re: Bronze on Bronze (D'cul, I'des)

Steelsilver
 

"There's *two* ranking *greenriders*." I'des let his tone speak for him in that particular matter. "Yeah, one's a wingthird, which is *maybe* okay if he doesn't actually do anything of the real work, but... Wingleader? *Really*?"

He winced. "I mean... I'm sure they're good riders, but..." It had, in fact, been bothering him. 

"The flitters down here are really something, though a wher... I'm not a fan of those. I'm hoping Sunstreath will let me Impress a flit though." 


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Re: Bronze on Bronze (D'cul, I'des)

Ren
 

"That's true," D'cul agreed. "Rank is more... a suggestion here than a rule with the obvious exception of golds. Mind, I don't mind lower riders having ranks like Wingthird or maybe even Wingseconds if they're competent, and I can respect brownriding Weyrleaders like R'tal, but it's so different than a Weyr like High Reaches. That place was.... difficult." He would never forgive Jerasi for arranging to steal Zivath's egg and claim it for her own. That had brought a deep shame on High Reaches riders that Wygelle was working hard to erase.

"I used to think that, if I went down to the beach and walked for five minutes, I would have enough firelizard eggs to take up North, sell at a Gather, and make myself ridiculously rich. I mean, I probably still could. I do like that whers are more acceptable down here. Right handy for a ranking rider to have."