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Re: Warm Sun on Old Hide (N'met, Lady/Sarati any)

Ren
 

The brown pair followed amicably to the two, Abartth rumbling a greeting while N'met hailed Sarati. "Hello, greenrider! N'met of brown Abartth, pleasure to meet you. Is this sweet gold yours, then?"

{{Hello, little one. I am Abartth and mine is N'met. It is a pleasure to meet you.}}


Re: Warm Sun on Old Hide (N'met, Lady/Sarati any)

sailyn2
 

Lady accepted the fish, large for her but small for him. She took a few bites and then tossed it aside before taking to the air to lead the way to where Sarati and Kabelth were.


Re: I Remember You! (Ran'omi, J'zat)

Ren
 

Wiggling herself silly in her eagerness, Tetsuith bounced around Meisteth and flapping her diminished wings. {{Meisteth, it's been so long! Not since we left Ista! But I remember you, yes!}} Her eyes were whirling a very fast lime green as she spoke to her old clutchbrother, claws stirring up the sand.

"J'zat, you old asshole, how are you?!" Ran'omi's smile split his face wide open, eyes gleaming in joy as he ran to embrace his old friend. "It's been forever!"


Sacharrine Saturated Nightmare (Talena, and ACM/CM)

Ren
 

The transfer from Igen to Arolos had been easy if bittersweet. No one had wanted to see Talena go, but those in power knew that she would be of most help and use in the Southern Weyr. She missed her friends before she even left but had many gifts from them packed away in her satchels... but she also had their warnings. That Arolos was an odd place, they warned. Tradition was s guideline instead of a rule there, and the Weyr itself was populated by mostly the invalid from other Weyrs. How could they be of much use? Talena had assured them that if her candidates were little shits then she'd either whip them into shape or see them back off to the mold growth they'd come from.

When the bluepair saw the weyr they'd been alloted upon arrival, they had to admit it was nice. It was bigger than their weyr at Igen had been and near nice accommodations, so maybe it's not all bad. They'd been absolutely stunned when they'd acquired a free firelizard egg within a couple days after arriving- these things were worth half a Turn's pay up north and down here they were handed out like klah. The green itself had been almost... gross but also sweet? Too cute by far and oh god her energy level was too high! Talena had immediately trained her firmly in line until she was acceptable and was ready to accompany Talena to her first day at work. Talena found her job fairly easy in and of itself- seems overseeing candidates was the same here as it was in Igen. The kids though... hoo boy they were something.

After her first day teaching, Talena found herself sitting in the ACM office with an extremely strong cup of klah, staring into it with a strong grip on the cup.


Re: I Remember You! (Ran'omi, J'zat)

Steelsilver
 

{{What? Who? Wait- Tetsuith!}} Meisteth's delighted bugle was more than enough to startle J'zat awake, the blue rider flailing awake and then falling into the Lake with a 'splash' as the blue surged to his feet and forward, toward the green, bounding toward her happily. {{Tetsuith! Hi!}} he added, directing it to her. 

J'zat surfaced from the shallows, sputtering, but wiped water from his face and waded out of the lake with a sheepish look. "You'd think I know better than to take a nap on his back after so many Turns." he sighed, to no one in particular, though his expression brightened as he saw Ran'omi. "Hey! Shards, but it's nice to see a familiar face!" 

On Thu, Apr 2, 2020 at 2:31 PM Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:
It had taken quite some time for the greenpair to adjust to living on the ground, to being confined to the ground. Seisilth had turned bitter when she couldn't fly anymore and it had taken everything that Ran'omi had to help keep her calm. If there had ever been any desire to return to his self-harming with Flight, they had absolutely vanished in favor of helping his dragon want to live. The hardest times were during Threadfall when they couldn't fly no matter how hard that she tried. Ran'omi had been able to get a job helping the groundcrews, which Seisilth liked because she was allowed to consume small amounts of firestone to flame bits of Thread on the ground. That helped to placate her and give her purpose.

After Threadfall, the biggest stressor to them was when Tetsuith became proddy. She would snip and flirt with male dragons up to when she was supposed to fly and then... nothing. Unable to fly and not built like a wher to run, her libido was forced to fade away in time, leaving both rider and dragon to suffer until it was gone. Afterwards, they would do like they did now and crawl out of their ground-based weyr and slink towards the lake. Tetsuith's hide was darkening from the gleam of mating lust back to its normal color while Ran'omi just looked tired. The pair approached the cool water when Tetsuith's head snapped up towards a certain blue.

{{I know you!}} she exclaimed while almost bounding towards the other. {{I know you! You're Meisteth!}}

Hearing that familiar dragon name, Ran'omi whipped his head around with wide eyes. "Meisteth is here?! Then so's J'zat!" He showed the same eagerness as his dragon as he rushed over to see.


Re: A Favorite Topic With a New Face (Diagir/Ziya, Maglor/Glaurung)

Steelsilver
 

"Really?" Maglor looked pleased. "Glaurung'd be honored. And I as well. Callameres are fine looking whers." A respectful nod of his head, once more, to the queen wher. 

{Ziya prett' queen.} Glaurung rumbled back, happily, and plopped down to sit as well, peering at the gold with undisguised interest. {'Rung like 'iya. Gud chase, gud strong, many egg.} 

On Thu, Apr 2, 2020 at 2:20 PM Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:
Diagir chuckled with a wide grin. "Well... He should chase her when she runs next, then. I know she'll run soon and chasers like Glaurung would be welcome, especially since Ziya has already given him her approval. If you two want, I'll let you know when her run gets near."

Ziya pranced her front paws happily. {'Rung good boy, big and strong! Ziya run, 'Rung chase. Many, many egg.}


I Remember You! (Ran'omi, J'zat)

Ren
 

It had taken quite some time for the greenpair to adjust to living on the ground, to being confined to the ground. Seisilth had turned bitter when she couldn't fly anymore and it had taken everything that Ran'omi had to help keep her calm. If there had ever been any desire to return to his self-harming with Flight, they had absolutely vanished in favor of helping his dragon want to live. The hardest times were during Threadfall when they couldn't fly no matter how hard that she tried. Ran'omi had been able to get a job helping the groundcrews, which Seisilth liked because she was allowed to consume small amounts of firestone to flame bits of Thread on the ground. That helped to placate her and give her purpose.

After Threadfall, the biggest stressor to them was when Tetsuith became proddy. She would snip and flirt with male dragons up to when she was supposed to fly and then... nothing. Unable to fly and not built like a wher to run, her libido was forced to fade away in time, leaving both rider and dragon to suffer until it was gone. Afterwards, they would do like they did now and crawl out of their ground-based weyr and slink towards the lake. Tetsuith's hide was darkening from the gleam of mating lust back to its normal color while Ran'omi just looked tired. The pair approached the cool water when Tetsuith's head snapped up towards a certain blue.

{{I know you!}} she exclaimed while almost bounding towards the other. {{I know you! You're Meisteth!}}

Hearing that familiar dragon name, Ran'omi whipped his head around with wide eyes. "Meisteth is here?! Then so's J'zat!" He showed the same eagerness as his dragon as he rushed over to see.


Re: A Favorite Topic With a New Face (Diagir/Ziya, Maglor/Glaurung)

Ren
 

Diagir chuckled with a wide grin. "Well... He should chase her when she runs next, then. I know she'll run soon and chasers like Glaurung would be welcome, especially since Ziya has already given him her approval. If you two want, I'll let you know when her run gets near."

Ziya pranced her front paws happily. {'Rung good boy, big and strong! Ziya run, 'Rung chase. Many, many egg.}


Re: Housewarming Presents! (Dytha/Cremsden)

Laura Walker
 

"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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You're willing to take me back, right? (Dytha/Larsin)

Nutmeg
 

As much as she had been looking forward to this day, she was also terrified. Oh, Master Larsin had told her when she had impressed that she could come back. But that had been so long ago. Almost three turns and Dytha's sensible head told her that it was entirely likely that he had found a new protege by now.In fact it had been several months since she had been able to see him at all, caught up in the finalisation of her drill training and eventual graduation.

But she had told the Weyrlingmasters she would be returning to her Craft. Now she needed to find out whether that was still even a viable plan. She had checked the schedule and knew that the Master was due to be working that day and she had made sure she was refreshed and smart. Most importantly, she had ensured that she had her ace in the hole. The research project she had worked on detailing the growth rate of the 2nd Pass weyrling dragons. It was a thick and well used journal. She had documented it all. Including her own experiences with Ponth.

It was well into the morning by the time she actually plucked up the courage to head down to the Infimary, going through to the dragon side and looking around for any familiar faces. "Hey, has anyone seen Master Larsin?" she called out, knowing full well that with her luck, he was up to his elbows in dragon guts and far too busy to speak with the likes of her. 

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Re: A Favorite Topic With a New Face (Diagir/Ziya, Maglor/Glaurung)

Steelsilver
 

"Thank you." Maglor responded with a nod of gratitude. "He's a good boy, aren't you, Glaurung?" He added, and the bronze wher's chest puffed out in delight. {'Rung gud boy!} 

A pause. 

"My thanks to your lovely queen, then. Glaurung seems taken with her as well. He doesn't often meet other whers."


On Thursday, April 2, 2020, Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:
Diagir's expression sombered and he lowered his head briefly in respect. "Ah, she passed a hero then. A queen to be remembered. Her legacy is strong in Glaurung certainly. He's a gorgeous bronze and you seem to have done quite well with him."

Ziya warbled and sat with a noble and proud pose. {'Rung smart, 'Rung speak good to Ziya. Good bronze, good for queen Ziya.}

Hearing that, Diagir gave his gold a curious look. "Oh? It seems like Ziya has taken to your Glaurung."



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

Nutmeg
 

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: Housewarming Presents! (Dytha/Cremsden)

Nutmeg
 

"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: A little too far ( Ysolde / Desille )

Nutmeg
 

What Ysolde did not expect to see in a tunnel, was a dragon. Or more specifically, a dragon's head. A.. small dragon's head. Okay then. She had rounded a corner, thinking to her next errand when she had come face to muzzle with a blue face. "You're not meant to be in here." It came out of her mouth unexpectedly, before her brain had proper chance to process just what it was she was looking at.


On Wed, Apr 1, 2020 at 8:10 AM Rogue Kakashi <snail.on.speed@...> wrote:
Desille was having a bit of a moment as she dashed towards the crafthalls, freaking out over how she was going to get Doryth out without anyone seeing him  Faranth!  How had he even got into their in the first place?  Without being caught!  She loved him but he was too much at times.  Crazy little blue!

Doryth on the other hand was much too occupied to worry about what was running through his rider's head.  He sensed someone approaching, could it be?... yes, he could feel it!  Whipping his head to the right he tried to crane his neck into that passage, since his body could not longer fit.  {{ Hello? }} he asked the approaching young woman.

- Desille and Doryth



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Re: Taking Advantage ( Namieh / Leodred )

 

Namieh had noticed the clap of footsteps on stone at roughly the same time, jerking her head up in alarm to stare down the hallway. Shells, that figured - always someone around to spoil your fun. First the boy, now this group! She should have known this tunnel was too busy to stay in for long - she'd remember this in future, though. 

Before she had a chance to decide on her own escape, the boy had grabbed her arm and Nami found herself dragged down an adjoining tunnel at a run. Gasping, she scrambled to keep her feet, Namieh clutched the pot of fellis to her chest where she plugged the open spout with her thumb. There had been no need to tell HER to keep the sharding thing, but it did give her some amusement that Mr. Let's-Get-Out-Of-Here had the same thought. 

Once they were out of earshot of the approaching group, Namieh tried in vain to smother a peal of excited laughter with a look back over her shoulder. "I don't think they saw us!" She announced, wickedly victorious. "Imagine the look on their faces, box open and a pot missing! Someone's gonna tan their hides!"

On Tue, Mar 31, 2020, 11:37 PM Rogue Kakashi <snail.on.speed@...> wrote:
Was he calling her a fool?  Well, if the shoe fit.  He decided not to reply and instead knelt with her to examine the contents of the box.  When she popped the top off of the lid the smell of fellis filled the area, momentarily overpowering the stench of redwort.  Just when he was about to answer her, he caught the sound of various people approaching from what he thought was a tunnel leading the Infirmary, if he recalled correctly.

"My name is let's get out of here," he said, quickly standing up and grabbing her by her free wrist, pulling her to her feet and down another tunnel, leading away from the now much more audible footsteps; by the sound of it apprentices charged with moving the boxes.  He turned to her, speaking in a harsh whisper, "Hurry up, and don't drop that."

- Leodred


Re: For a Handful of Kittens ( Kassia / Yiyu / Ysolde / Kyrel / R'bor / Any )

 

It was shortly becoming difficult to avoid noticing the commotion near one end of the weyrbowl, a small crowd of onlookers that included at least one massive bronze dragon and one bronze wher was bound to draw attention. 

Kyrel was on his way to the Dining Caverns for breakfast, never one to be late for a free meal. He hesitated that morning when he spied the gathering, perplexed and just curious enough to make his way there. A mildly interested glance passed over the faces already in attendance, though he was too new a resident to recognize any of them. 

One spoke as he approached the semi-circle, a pretty woman with golden,  strawberry-highlighted hair. She'd given voice to his thoughts, and so he waited in silence for the answer, peering with growing interest. 

On Thu, Apr 2, 2020, 7:10 AM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:

Kassia's days often started early. Much earlier than she preferred. Sometimes she went out and walked the Weyr to clear her head before the day got started.

 

((Something is happening over ~there~)) Foreth told Kass and sent the image of the spot.

 

Taking Brogan with her, Kass went to investigate. Foreth winged over to help keep a close eye.

 

"What's going on here?"


Re: Warm Sun on Old Hide (N'met, Lady/Sarati any)

Ren
 

Another chuckle rumbled from the great brown even as the old dragon moved to comply. Watching the water carefully, Abartth darted a paw forward and grabbed a nice-sized fish which he promptly handed up to Lady. {{Here, clever thing. Your tithe.}} He was amused by the tiny creature but still respected that her color status still stood. Queens were queens no matter the size, it seemed.


Re: Warm Sun on Old Hide (N'met, Lady/Sarati any)

sailyn2
 

The Queen landed between the dragon's head knobs and sent an imagine of a fish. She wasn't about to work without payment.


Re: Warm Sun on Old Hide (N'met, Lady/Sarati any)

Ren
 

{{Oh! She's bonded to a young rider.}} Amartth informed N'met. {{Hm, that dragon is very small... Was there a hatching here recently?}}

"No idea, buddy. Let's go see if we can greet this little queen's friend. Say, young beauty! Would you mind leading us to your person?" N'met cordially addressed the queen while dusting sand off his shorts and skin.


Re: Warm Sun on Old Hide (N'met, Lady/Sarati any)

sailyn2
 

The pleasant words soothed some of the Callamere Queen's ire. Her ranting chirps slowed and she flashed a coherent image of her owner showing that she was bonded and not wild. A clear image of Sarati bathing her tiny Kabelth nearby appeared in the dragon's head.