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Re: Missing In Action (ATTN: Fabio, Any)

Jessica Freise
 

Yiyu caught sight of the collar even as she extended one hand for him to sniff. She considered her current state of being: wet beneath the outfit she wore, hair dripping water down her back, and decided she had time to return this bronze to this D'vek.

"Hmm, D'vek much be your owner," she said quietly. "Would you know where he might be, pretty boy?"

On Mar 30, 2020, at 2:03 AM, Alyx <scottish.wolfecary@...> wrote:

The beautiful bronze seemed to consider for a moment before making a happy cheep and flexing his wings. This time nothing was hurt, and he didn't almost drown, all in all an excellent outcome. After being freed he hopped forwards, looking at her hands inquisitively, hoping perhaps for a treat. Up close one could tell this flit has seen his share of trouble. Small scars covered a large portion of his body. Most looked as if they had been very well taken care of. Barely leaving a mark, but there sure were a lot of them. On his neck was a small collar, with two names Fabio, and D'vik. One was obviously a ride, the other probably his name.
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Have fun with any of my characters. Alyx, Lerian (candidates), Vayka (Healer), J'hen, D'vik, Teyra, Cotai (Riders), Rotasta (AWLM)


Re: Missing In Action (ATTN: Fabio, Any)

Alyx
 

The beautiful bronze seemed to consider for a moment before making a happy cheep and flexing his wings. This time nothing was hurt, and he didn't almost drown, all in all an excellent outcome. After being freed he hopped forwards, looking at her hands inquisitively, hoping perhaps for a treat. Up close one could tell this flit has seen his share of trouble. Small scars covered a large portion of his body. Most looked as if they had been very well taken care of. Barely leaving a mark, but there sure were a lot of them. On his neck was a small collar, with two names Fabio, and D'vik. One was obviously a ride, the other probably his name.
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Re: The Beast that Sleeps Below ( Yiyu / Leodred )

Jessica Freise
 

The more time she spent here, the more she loved the Weyr. The more she loved the Weyr, the more she refused to think about leaving, failing, and/or not belonging. Because of course she did belong. Albeit to a few people only.

But that didn't mean her timidness had fled completely, or that she wasn't scared out of her whits to find someone in one of the tunnels Tyne had showed her. Footsteps slowly then stopping, she tilted her basket of glows to try to see-


"Who- Who's there?"

On Mar 29, 2020, at 9:57 PM, Rogue Kakashi <snail.on.speed@...> wrote:

Leodred's patience had been cut short that day.  Some dumbfeck kid called Sorho had decided that it would be funny to put paint on the chairs of some of the first year candidates.  As soon as Leodred had sat down he felt the cold paint seep in through his lighter, personalized clothes.  Feck, he felt the cold paint on his privates.  As soon as Leodred felt it he was up and gone and had spent most of the rest of the day planning how he'd take revenge on the idiot.

He'd wandered into the Lower Caverns, looking for something a little more private, and found one of the rooms where they kept the extra pillows and blankets.  He'd not been the first in the room, judging by the little nest he'd found so he decided to stay a while and nap.

When he awoke he was unaware of how many hours had passed.  His torch had gone out and he was completely in the dark, "Uh... feck me."  Groggily he stood up and stretched, belting out an extra long, extra loud, extra satisfying yawn.  Done stretching he started to look for the wall in an attempt to use to guide himself back.  It was down ten ten passages, then left, right, left and left right?

"Great, I'm going to die down here," he muttered to himself.

About fifteen minutes later panic started to set in.  He was breathing heavily, trying to control himself but it was nigh impossible in the dark.  That's when he started to hear things... something heavy, dragging itself, it's breathing humid... No, it's not real, it's not real, it's not real, it's not real... And then he saw a light in the distance, someone walking through one of the tunnels.

"Hey!  Wait!  Hey!" he tried to call out, starting to run in that direction.

- Leodred


Re: I'm Late, for a very important date! (Alyx/Asheran)

Jenna Cunningham
 

As much as possible, Asheran had attempted to scrub up, but given the craft he practiced, some stains were too baked into the palms of his hands now to easily wash away. So he had thrown on a clean shirt and pair of supple, tanned hide trousers, and a sleeveless leather jerkin over the shirt that he had stitched himself - and was inordinately proud of. The boots, too, were new; one of the attempts he had made recently while holed up in the tannercrafthall - just good enough to keep, but not good enough to trade for something better. Still, he had tried to style them after the boots he had seen dragonriders wearing around the Weyr, rather than something Hold-made, and wearing them made him feel confident enough to deal with the immediate challenge ahead of him: namely, courting a girl who was also his friend.

He sat with his back to the wall, tucked away in one of the empty store rooms between the hatching cavern and the candidate barracks, cradling and feeding the little green firelizard in his lap scraps of meat from a plate heaped high with chunks of herdbeast. He hadn't brought food to the spot originally, but then Ardy had come with the note that Alyx would be late - and he had rushed back to the dining hall to stock up, grabbing stew and rolls and an entire pitcher of wine, and that plate of meat. He had it all laid out before him now like some kind of picnic in the dusty nook, and his flit was singing happily as she gorged herself. He had even snuck out a couple of bubbly pies for dessert, but they hadn't made the trip back entirely unscathed. His belt-pouch was bruised blue from the burst berries, and he was still brushing crumbs from the pouch. He tucked her note into the pouch once it was clean enough, folded into a square, as a memento for later.

"Don't judge me," he murmured to Felix, the little flit, who had paused in her eating to lift her head and watch him quizzically. "You wouldn't understand yet, anyway. You're just little, you."

He stroked her head, and kept his eyes peeled for Alyx, too busy soothing the green in his arms to feel anything even remotely close to anxiety.


Re: Missing In Action (ATTN: Fabio, Any)

Jessica Freise
 

Sighing softly, Yiyu took her life into her own hands and stepped forward. Her fingers were swift and deft, releasing the bronze in a matter of seconds. Stepping back, she regarded him as he did her.

"Better?"

On Mar 29, 2020, at 10:02 PM, Alyx <scottish.wolfecary@...> wrote:

As she came closer he struggled harder, until the girl stopped and talked to him. As if some switch went off, he was once again seemingly calm. The flit turned his head from one side to the other. Then he simply sat down, and watched her as if he was patently expecting help. Which of course he was. Some of the candidates were so used to him, that they untangled him and sent him on his way, much as his rider did. But this was a new pet...would she cooperate? Fabio gave an encouraging little trill, watching the girl's every move.
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Re: Taking Advantage ( Namieh / Leodred )

 

Namieh had long since decided to spend every spare moment free of the endless litany of chores to explore the Weyr. In her experience, it was important to know the layout of a place and she would never be comfortable until she did. She'd wandered around the bowl, paced through the main halls, peeked into all the public spaces she came across and through any doors not locked. So much was left open, unattended. There was a lot of trust here, something she wasn't accustomed to seeing. People that trusting were either tightly knit or very stupid. She hadn't decided which the weyrfolk were yet. 

When she'd come across the boxes piled in one of the tunnels, it had given her pause. A quick glance in either direction told her the hall was empty, and no one seemed to be around. What did we have here?

Namieh knelt behind the cover of the pile, preferring to have the wall at her back than let anyone sneak up on her. She carefully inspected one of the boxes; nothing written, no labels. Curious. Deft fingers pried open the lid, bright green eyes alight. There had been little more than time enough to stick her hand in and begin rifling through the contents before a voice caused her to freeze. 

Oh, feck! Namieh wracked her brain for the right reaction, the right words. Bolting to her feet, she laid a hand over her chest and feigned attempting to catch her breath. "You scared me!" She deflected. Not entirely false. "Faranth, my heart is racing! Are you.. I mean, these don't happen to be yours, do they?" Her eyes flashed to the boxes and back. "Kinda sloppy just leaving them here, don'tcha think?"

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020, 6:57 PM Rogue Kakashi <snail.on.speed@...> wrote:
The Dining Cavern was so damn crowded at this hour, Leodred couldn't stand it.  In fact, it had not taken the young man long to realize that living at the Weyr was liking living at an eternal Gather when you considered the amount of people.  It became outright draining to him to deal with this day after day and soon a familiar dullness started to apply pressure onto the back of his skull, a warning from his own body.

Leodred slipped out the back of the Dining Caverns and began to make his way though the cool, dark tunnels that grew like roots under the Weyr.  By the smell of redwort he knew he was near the infirmary.  He decided to head that way and suddenly encountered an assortment of large boxes.  

"What that...?" he murmured to himself when he suddenly heard it; someone was screwing around with one of the boxes... not that he cared, but instinctually he announced himself, getting himself involved like that sharding idiot he had been born to be; "Hey!  What are you doing?"

- Leodred


Re: Gotta Water the Paperwork (attn: J'hen, Qioyon)

Alyx
 

The big brown snorted, sending a fine spray of water over the young lad, and stood up, shaking some water off of his body. The things the boy had were soaked beyond recovery any ways. Though why he bothered with such things was a mystery. Better to sit in the sun and rest for next threadfall. Of course...this boy was young. Too young still for thread. But that didn't matter he would grow. ((Come we will go to Mine, you do know how to mount, don't you?)) The old dragon tilted his head curiously at the boy, and blinked his great eyes.
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I'm Late, for a very important date! (Alyx/Asheran)

Alyx
 

* OOC note, slight fuzzy time, later in the day from the random kitchen hatching*

What a day it had been! First a tiny green flit that almost killed itself with numbweed, then at lunch a tiny blue had attached himself to her, and Ardy, her friend Asheran had attached a small green. Then she'd gone back to work, she'd only been on the schedule for a couple more hours, now, four hours later, she was finally getting off. Three ladies had all gone into labor at about the same time, and three babies delivered, in four hours. She was so tired from the long day. But being late, she was glad that she'd sent a note out to Asheran, telling him that she'd be late, why, and asking him to grab some dinner, for them and the flits. After all the screaming, and crying and everything else today, she was craving quiet. There were always secluded places they could go to get some peace and quiet. As she finally stepped outside the infirmary, she stopped and did a long, slow stretch, hands coming up above her head, one shoulder popped softly, and some tension eased in her neck. She let her arms slowly fall back down, and just like that her new tiny blue was awake. She still wasn't sure what she was going to call him. She hadn't really bad time to think about it.

The tiny blue yawned once, blinked, then let out a plaintive creel of hunger. Not only would she be on baby duty in the infirmary, she now had her own to worry about. She'd be glad when this particular part of her training was over with. She turned her attention back to the blue and sent calming thoughts, which of course were only partially effective. The blue settled in place, tiny feet grasping the edge of her pocket, but the creeling didn't stop, so Alyx hurried her steps towards the meeting place they'd come to earlier.
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Re: (Razelth's Clutch) Serenading the Queen: A Montage (ATTN: Razelth, Any)

Emily
 

Kendia hadn't missed the invitation to interact with the gold, and rushed along, bouncing down the walkway and grinning brilliantly. She only tripped *once* before she replaced the boy who'd gone before her, and beaming brightly, began to sing, one of the songs she'd learned in her lessons when she had been younger. 

She was no Harper, but she had always done well enough that the Harper had always passed by her quickly - no need to give her further instruction on proper singing, apparently. The poor fellow had had horrible indigestion, apparently, with how he had always grimaced at her performances.

The child continued to wail away, taking no notice of anyone's reaction to the hideous sounds she produced.

Finally, her turn over, she managed a curtsy - knocking into the railing, somehow, in the process, and bounced away. 

Bleon had no talent to speak of (though he was pretty sure he could have done better than the painful caterwalling of the girl before him), but he wanted to at least be seen. Surely being recognised would be to his advantage, right?

Even if he wasn't so sure he wanted to impress anymore, he didn't see as he had any other real options, given how his apprenticeship as a healer was going. That said, he still held out that he was someday going to remember what he'd been studying for so long and couldn't really afford the break from studying. So, he read her his notes - herbs and medicines with their uses and dosages - before slinking back off to study them some more.


On Fri, Mar 27, 2020, 5:20 AM Jenna Cunningham <jenna.layne.cunningham@...> wrote:
When the candidate class had been told they could bring instruments to play for Razelth, or that they could sing, or converse with the mighty gold, Asheran had sat there quietly and wracked his brain for some way he could have contributed meaningfully - some way to prove himself to the dragon, to prove that he was worthy of one of her as-of-yet unhatched hatchlings. His initial impulse to take to the stands and do push-ups for as long as he could, but he quickly dismissed the idea. He wanted to entertain her, but in a useful sort of way, not put her to sleep. He wasn't sure what exactly impressed a dragon (wingspan, probably) but she could benchpress more than he ever could aspire to. Weights were out.
 
In the end, he had gone back to his cramped, crowded quarters and carefully extracted the letters his family had sent him over the turns, and had made his way to the sands. There, he had waited until the last trilled note of a pipe had quieted, and that candidate who had played last had exited the cavern, and then stepped in himself and taken to the stands, carefully shuffling the sheaf of papers in his hands, clearing his throat. A part of him felt silly and small and hopeful; another part of him was proud because he was here, confident enough to read aloud, proud of all the progress he'd made during his time at the weyr.
 
"My sister, Felisa, she's with child again. It'll be her third. She's said... 'Dearest brother' - those are probably the harper's words, she wouldn't say it like that. Maybe 'Little Ashy' or something like that. Shards, though, uh, I mean - well, I'm larger than her by two and a half heads at least. But this will be her third. She thinks maybe a boy again. She's got one of each, but the..." He skimmed the first letter, skipping to the part in question: "The kicks make my back ache, like it did with Faelen, that's her boy, and I can't hardly sit down without having to get up again to, ah, well..." He scanned the letter again, searching for something more interesting than his sister confiding to him how often she had to relieve herself, and how that meant another nephew and not a niece.
 
"I hope you're doing well. Tomlin's had trouble with the harvest this turn, which has strained things between him and I on account of it's Raegar who helps collect the tithe. But ma is doing well, and da seems better some days. He actually came out of his sick to play with Ava, that's her girl, and she was riding him around the cothold like a runnerbeast the last time we came to visit. You wouldn't have believed how fast he could move on his bad leg, either. It was almost like he was back to how he used to be before the accident."
 
He hesitated at the next paragraph, then shuffled that letter to the back and started on the next:
 
"...Dearest brother, I hope you're doing well. I'm so proud to hear that you're doing well in your classes. Don't worry, you'll be certain to..." to Impress this time, I'm certain of it. "...and even if things don't go as you've planned, then you'll have a place here until you find your feet again. Da's leg has been bad again in the cold, and it's put a strain on ma. News from Braden. He might be this way soon for one of the Gathers. He has a new instrumental piece with drums and pipes, and looks forward to playing for the Lord Holder..."
 
And on and on, carefully reciting all the little things that had happened to his family during the three and a half turns he had been a candidate at Arolos Weyr, focusing on the child-rearing parts, hoping there was at least some overlap between his little nephew learning to walk, and the trials and tribulations of laying eggs.
 
Eventually, finished reading - spying more anxious candidates waiting in the wings, he let his voice trail off until only the echo of his words remained, sketched a polite bow, and then made his way back toward the barracks, to catch a bit of sleep between chores and craftwork.
 
(OOC: If any candidates want to pile onto this with how they're entertaining the queen on the sands, feel free!)


Re: Walk In Applications ( Nayari / R'bor )

Rogue Kakashi
 

R'bor entered and offered her a quick salute before closing the door behind him.  His dark eyes settled on the Candidate master after a quick glance around the room; it was almost as he remembered it, except for a Nayari's own personal modifications and only briefly acknowledge the golden fire-lizard's presence in the room.  "I am R'bor, Vukoth's rider," he said as a way of formally introducing himself, his deep voice attempting to be as polite as posible.  "I would like to apply for the position of Assistant Candidate Master."

- R'bor  


A little too far ( Ysolde / Desille )

Rogue Kakashi
 

When the tunnels of the Crafthalls were designed, they were designed with the idea that it would be necessary to draw in carts full of materiel, so they had had the foresight to make the tunnels in this area taller and especially wider to accommodate the necessities that the crafts may need.  What they did not foresee was that a stubborn 2nd pass blue dragon would feel the need to enter them on his own and uninvited.  

He couldn't help it!  There was something inside of him, a primal urge that said, "There is something here that you must find and you must find it NOW!"  He had absolutely no clue what it was but Doryth was determined; more determined than he had been in his entire life, and he was going to... make... it... through!

Lucky for him, he was a 2nd pass blue, which meant that he was considerably smaller in comparison to his 8th pass brethren.  In his own time, Doryth would've been average size, though somewhat on the thinner and more flexible side of the spectrum, which was why he was able to traverse said tunnels.  Because of his wind it was a tighter squeeze than he would've liked, and he hadn't put much thought into how he was going to get out, but... he was almost there!

The blue stopped at the entrance of what he would later be told was the gemcrafting area of the crafthall and pushed his head against the door, trying to get in.

Meanwhile Desille had just finished eating a late breakfast in the Dining Cavern when she realized that Doryth was being oddly quiet.  [[ Love? ]] she queried but received no answer.  Suspicious.  [[ Love!? ]]

{{ I'm here!  Shh, I'm busy, }} he replied.

[[ Busy doing what, my love? ]]

{{ I'm looking for something.  Someone, I think.  I can smell her, but... I can't go any further! }}

Desille started to get a bad feeling, [[ What do you mean you can't go... Where exactly are you, Doryth? ]]  She received a mental image from the blue and the girl's mouth hung open, [[ What... how... why... DORYTH!  Get out of there right this instant! ]]

With waiting a moment more she took off at full speed, recognizing the craft hall from her visits to ther older brother Delowen, a smith.


- Doryth and Desille 


Re: Missing In Action (ATTN: Fabio, Any)

Alyx
 

As she came closer he struggled harder, until the girl stopped and talked to him. As if some switch went off, he was once again seemingly calm. The flit turned his head from one side to the other. Then he simply sat down, and watched her as if he was patently expecting help. Which of course he was. Some of the candidates were so used to him, that they untangled him and sent him on his way, much as his rider did. But this was a new pet...would she cooperate? Fabio gave an encouraging little trill, watching the girl's every move.
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The Beast that Sleeps Below ( Yiyu / Leodred )

Rogue Kakashi
 

Leodred's patience had been cut short that day.  Some dumbfeck kid called Sorho had decided that it would be funny to put paint on the chairs of some of the first year candidates.  As soon as Leodred had sat down he felt the cold paint seep in through his lighter, personalized clothes.  Feck, he felt the cold paint on his privates.  As soon as Leodred felt it he was up and gone and had spent most of the rest of the day planning how he'd take revenge on the idiot.

He'd wandered into the Lower Caverns, looking for something a little more private, and found one of the rooms where they kept the extra pillows and blankets.  He'd not been the first in the room, judging by the little nest he'd found so he decided to stay a while and nap.

When he awoke he was unaware of how many hours had passed.  His torch had gone out and he was completely in the dark, "Uh... feck me."  Groggily he stood up and stretched, belting out an extra long, extra loud, extra satisfying yawn.  Done stretching he started to look for the wall in an attempt to use to guide himself back.  It was down ten ten passages, then left, right, left and left right?

"Great, I'm going to die down here," he muttered to himself.

About fifteen minutes later panic started to set in.  He was breathing heavily, trying to control himself but it was nigh impossible in the dark.  That's when he started to hear things... something heavy, dragging itself, it's breathing humid... No, it's not real, it's not real, it's not real, it's not real... And then he saw a light in the distance, someone walking through one of the tunnels.

"Hey!  Wait!  Hey!" he tried to call out, starting to run in that direction.

- Leodred


Taking Advantage ( Namieh / Leodred )

Rogue Kakashi
 

The Dining Cavern was so damn crowded at this hour, Leodred couldn't stand it.  In fact, it had not taken the young man long to realize that living at the Weyr was liking living at an eternal Gather when you considered the amount of people.  It became outright draining to him to deal with this day after day and soon a familiar dullness started to apply pressure onto the back of his skull, a warning from his own body.

Leodred slipped out the back of the Dining Caverns and began to make his way though the cool, dark tunnels that grew like roots under the Weyr.  By the smell of redwort he knew he was near the infirmary.  He decided to head that way and suddenly encountered an assortment of large boxes.  

"What that...?" he murmured to himself when he suddenly heard it; someone was screwing around with one of the boxes... not that he cared, but instinctually he announced himself, getting himself involved like that sharding idiot he had been born to be; "Hey!  What are you doing?"

- Leodred


Re: Tail-Bone of a Person ( Cremsden/Kyrel/Z'go/Aruithil )

Rogue Kakashi
 

"You don't want to talk to this one," Aruithil replied, glaring at Z'go, who suddenly felt out numbered.  If the three healers weren't enough, Myri burst from between with a squawk, warning the brownrider to not make her intervene.  "Your brain might turn to dung the longer you're exposed."

"Right, if you're all done having fun at my expense..."  growled the brownrider.  He focused his attention on the journeyman, deciding the two apprentices weren't worth his time.  "Aye, and I'd like to request a private examination.  Far from these two pieces of... bubbly pies."

- Z'go and Aruithil


Re: Tail-Bone of a Person ( Cremsden/Kyrel/Z'go/Aruithil )

 

Kyrel jerked his head around to see the pair of healers return, his face flushed with anger only darkening a shade when Aru asked for an explanation. "I-- uh, well, you see we were just-- talking," he answered haltingly, a poor liar, though it wasn't entirely untrue. 

The hand Cremsden set on his shoulder drew the boy's attention, but his eyes returned instead to the rude rider. Wisely he kept further thoughts about Z'go's behavior to himself, but he did stand a little straighter, a little taller, knowing they had his back. 

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020, 4:34 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
Cremsden might not have heard anything but he could read expressions and body language well enough. The hand he set on Kyrel's shoulder had two purposes; an attempt to steady the boy and a reminder to Z'go that Kyrel was not actually alone. 

"No matter either way," he said, deliberately calm as though he had completely failed to notice any issue. "Brownrider Z'go, you've injured yourself?" Because sometimes switching to formal reminded someone that there was proper behaviour here.

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On Mon, Mar 30, 2020 at 12:01 AM Rogue Kakashi <snail.on.speed@...> wrote:
If he had not been in pain at that very moment, there is no doubt in Z'go's mind that he would've seen red and probably swung at the kid, healer, candidate or whatever he fecking was, regardless of the consequences.  Ironically, it was a moment of clarity for the brownrider who, now hearing the sets of two pairs of feet coming closer, replied with a snort, "Suit yourself, threadsucker."  Z'go would remember, though.  Kyrel?  He'd remember.

"There he is!" announced Aruithil as she and Cremsden came into view of Z'go and Kyrel.  "Kyrel, we went to the cots first, why didn't you take him?"

- Z'go and Aruithil




--

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


Re: Born at the Right Time - Attn:Margana, R'tal, Cremsden

Laurie
 

"I think that would be a good idea. He's already on duty, so I'm sure he'll be there. And I'm doubly sure that K'ren won't allow him to help with the birth." She didn't want him there in Healer capacity. He needed to be there as her moral support.

One final boost, and Margana was on Zlorenth's neck. The blue gently lifted off, which Margana knew was horribly difficult for him. But it was worth it, to not have to walk the distance to the Infirmary.

Zlorenth set down and several Healer apprentices were there to help her off, along with Journeyman Healer Rulynn. "Don't you know babies are supposed to come in the wee hours of the morning?" Ru said as she helped Margana waddle to a room set up specifically for birthing. 

"Tell you what---once this kid is old enough to understand, you tell them that," Margana replied. 

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 11:41 AM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
"Right, right, I'll tell K'ren to expect you. Someone will be there. Er." R'tal glanced at her awkwardly, even as he tried to gently nudge her towards Zlorenth. "You want that I should tell him to tell your Healer guy?"

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On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 4:04 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Margana gritted her teeth as another spasm hit. "Not immediately, but soon. I haven't...how about you get me to Zlorenth. I can, yeah, sideways would be good. And he doesn't have to fly, just skim. You tell everyone to move out of the way." No one would give R'tal trouble if he told them to move. 

Feck, she didn't remember this hurting so much. There was a reason she didn't have any more babies after Kegan. 

{{I can help with the pain?}} Zlorenth said/asked.

[[Let's wait until after we get me to the infirmary. You get as close as you can to the door. I'm going to sit on your neck. Sideways.]]

{{I'll take care of you.}}

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 8:17 AM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
"I don't-- can you-- side saddle maybe?" R'tal blurted, words tumbling over each other. "Isn't that what the Holder ladies do? I-- Is it going to come out *now*?"

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On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 1:13 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
"Do I look like I'm in any shape to be riding a dragon right now?" Margana snapped. Her contractions were coming faster than she expected--weren't they supposed to be at longer intervals? Those lying Healers.

"I'm sorry. I'm not sure...hmm. Maybe I can ride Zlorenth. It's not far to the Infirmary. Maybe you could help me get on Zlorenth and then you can alert the Healers that I'm coming?"

On Sat, Mar 28, 2020 at 4:06 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
"Your water--" R'tal was about to say that water spilt, it didn't just break when his mind caught up. "Oh, oh shards. Do you need -- no, that's stupid, you don't need a lift you've got your own dragon. Uh-- what do we do?"

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On Sat, Mar 28, 2020 at 8:04 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
It wasn't the fact that her water broke that had Margana a bit...peeved. It was the fact that it broke all over the floor which she had just cleaned. And now had to clean it again.

"Grrrrr," she growled. "I just washed this floor. But my water broke and now I need to clean it again." Then a massive pain hit her, and she could swear she felt her belly ripple. She bent over, clutching her belly in pain. "Or not."

On Sat, Mar 28, 2020 at 3:02 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
It may or may not have been the best time for R'tal to wander in with his notes on the wingriders. 

"Right, I thought it was time to go through and move some of our people about a bit," he said briskly. "Some of those newer greens and blues in particular are being wasted right now - I had them in safer positions while they got used to the wing but if they've got the speed--" he broke off, looking at Margana. "Everything okay?"

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On Sat, Mar 28, 2020 at 2:48 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Margana waddled into her office, ready for another day at work. It wasn't like she could do anything else--R'tal had grounded her, and Cremsden hovered around her like a mother flit. Thankfully he was on duty today so she could go file paperwork in peace.

{{Are you feeling OK today?}} Zlorenth asked.

[[Not you too. I'm fine.]]

{{But you're going to clutch soon. I can feel it.}}

True. Zlorenth was pretty tuned in to her feelings these days. Once he clued her in about the pregnancy and she went to Healer Rulynn to confirm it (Zlorenth wanted to know when she got a second heart. Surprise!) he had been solicitously monitoring her. On the one hand, she knew she could take care of herself so why was everyone on her, but she also enjoyed being fussed over.

The fact that Cremsden wanted them to raise the child themselves was another story. Margana didn't think she was cut out for motherhood, no matter how well she had raised Karla and Tamalak. But they hadn't been babies!

She filed everything that needed filing, plus things that didn't. She rearranged the filing system so it made more sense to her. She sat down for a moment to rest her aching feet, but was soon up again, cleaning her office, and started in on R'tal's office. All before R'tal even made it in for the day.

{{Don't you think you should slow down a bit?}} Zlorenth asked. 

[[Too full of energy.]]

Celestia chose that moment to come flying in and landed on Margana's shoulders, causing her to sit back on the chair she had just vacated. 

[[Zlorenth?]]

{{Hah! She listens to me.}}

Fine, she'd sit for a little longer. But the baby was kicking, and she was cramping a little. Celestia squawked again. Margana froze.

{{And here we go. You'd better get to the Infirmary,}} Zlorenth said. 

But she hadn't had any contractions yet...oh! Fine, she just started getting them. But there was such a thing as false labor pains, that usually happened several days before...

[[Fine. Celestia and I are going,]] she said.

Then her water broke. 

Feck.



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



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



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Baldrick: The servants.
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Re: Tail-Bone of a Person ( Cremsden/Kyrel/Z'go/Aruithil )

Laura Walker
 

Cremsden might not have heard anything but he could read expressions and body language well enough. The hand he set on Kyrel's shoulder had two purposes; an attempt to steady the boy and a reminder to Z'go that Kyrel was not actually alone. 

"No matter either way," he said, deliberately calm as though he had completely failed to notice any issue. "Brownrider Z'go, you've injured yourself?" Because sometimes switching to formal reminded someone that there was proper behaviour here.

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On Mon, Mar 30, 2020 at 12:01 AM Rogue Kakashi <snail.on.speed@...> wrote:
If he had not been in pain at that very moment, there is no doubt in Z'go's mind that he would've seen red and probably swung at the kid, healer, candidate or whatever he fecking was, regardless of the consequences.  Ironically, it was a moment of clarity for the brownrider who, now hearing the sets of two pairs of feet coming closer, replied with a snort, "Suit yourself, threadsucker."  Z'go would remember, though.  Kyrel?  He'd remember.

"There he is!" announced Aruithil as she and Cremsden came into view of Z'go and Kyrel.  "Kyrel, we went to the cots first, why didn't you take him?"

- Z'go and Aruithil




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Re: Missing In Action (ATTN: Fabio, Any)

Jessica Freise
 

Yiyu studied the bronze flit closely. She'd learned while dealing with Tyne's group that she could look, but not quite touch. Still, it -- he -- needed help.

Rubbing her behind ruefully, she climbed to her feet. She picked her way to her pants first, then her tunic, pulling each article of clothing on as she moved. That left the firelizard and his predicament.

"Can I help you?" she asked, not really expecting an answer.

On Mar 29, 2020, at 7:26 PM, Alyx <scottish.wolfecary@...> wrote:

Fabio was immediately distracted from his screeching calls for help. There was a lady present afterall. He went from scattershell to flirt in and instant. Preening himself at the young woman, completely forgetting for the moment that he was trapped. He arched his neck and trilled at the girl, and tried once again to spread his wings, to show off what a fine specimen he was. However his wings were still caught and this brought his predicament back to him.  He started squirming, glaring at the bra that had him trapped and thus thwarted his flirting. 
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Re: Missing In Action (ATTN: Fabio, Any)

Alyx
 

Fabio was immediately distracted from his screeching calls for help. There was a lady present afterall. He went from scattershell to flirt in and instant. Preening himself at the young woman, completely forgetting for the moment that he was trapped. He arched his neck and trilled at the girl, and tried once again to spread his wings, to show off what a fine specimen he was. However his wings were still caught and this brought his predicament back to him.  He started squirming, glaring at the bra that had him trapped and thus thwarted his flirting. 
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