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Re: Housewarming Presents! (Dytha/Cremsden)

Laura Walker
 

Cremsden's head poked around the door. "I -- oh, shards, *steady* there!" he said, tone shifting very rapidly to one of panic as he hurried in, moving to catch her by the hips. Better to steady her than the box - boxes were easier repaired.

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On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 2:44 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
She was in the process of moving a box that was just a little too big, a little too heavy and a little too precariously stacked as she balanced on a wobbly looking structure of two boxes and a stool. She heard the knocking but was in no position to move more than a tentative inch or so. "Come in! Door's open!" she sputtered, warily eyeing the box that leaned further forward.

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 1:16 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
It had taken a little quiet swapping to ensure he had a free period at just the right time, but that had been easy enough to arrange. Cremsden had been the one to clean out the weyrs above the Infirmary to use as a training area and it had given him a good idea of the scale of the job. Dytha was a decent young apprentice and having her working herself into the ground on clean up and then being useless for work for a sevenday or two was not on his plan for her.

So he'd cheerily congratulated her on her new home and then quietly gone away and hunted out the required cleaning supplies to bring over next morning. He set them at his feet before knocking at her door.

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On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 9:53 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Shells, there was still so much to do. R'bor had helped her out massively, moving large boxes and crates out of the way. They hadn't been kidding when they said that the weyr had been used as a dumping ground. No, the oddly shaped spot had definitely been taken advantage of, and mostly by Healers judging by the boxes of healing supplies she was finding most of the time.

The first plan of action had been to assess the damage to the ledge. They had said that even a small sized green would find it on the small side and Dytha wanted Ponth to be settled as soon as possible. So the weyr now resembled a small maze, complete with tracks between the boxes that led to her bed, another to the small stove that was in desperate need of a good clean and another to Ponth's ledge - albeit which took a bit of tactical manoeuvring. The green however, had been delighted with the space. After it had been cleared. But at the moment, she was still fast asleep, more than content to let her Rider crack on.

With the tunnel door propped open to let the air through and for the weyr to feel less claustrophobic and a cloth tied over her hair, Dytha had been awake at the crack of dawn. Her feet were decent for the most part and she was going to make the most of it as she cough and spluttered, clouds of dust lifting whenever she moved the slightest thing. Oh she would pay for it later, that was for sure, she would ache and her damaged joints would curse her for it, but in the end... it would be worth it. She was sure.

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Re: Housewarming Presents! (Dytha/Cremsden)

Nutmeg
 

She was in the process of moving a box that was just a little too big, a little too heavy and a little too precariously stacked as she balanced on a wobbly looking structure of two boxes and a stool. She heard the knocking but was in no position to move more than a tentative inch or so. "Come in! Door's open!" she sputtered, warily eyeing the box that leaned further forward.


On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 1:16 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
It had taken a little quiet swapping to ensure he had a free period at just the right time, but that had been easy enough to arrange. Cremsden had been the one to clean out the weyrs above the Infirmary to use as a training area and it had given him a good idea of the scale of the job. Dytha was a decent young apprentice and having her working herself into the ground on clean up and then being useless for work for a sevenday or two was not on his plan for her.

So he'd cheerily congratulated her on her new home and then quietly gone away and hunted out the required cleaning supplies to bring over next morning. He set them at his feet before knocking at her door.

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On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 9:53 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Shells, there was still so much to do. R'bor had helped her out massively, moving large boxes and crates out of the way. They hadn't been kidding when they said that the weyr had been used as a dumping ground. No, the oddly shaped spot had definitely been taken advantage of, and mostly by Healers judging by the boxes of healing supplies she was finding most of the time.

The first plan of action had been to assess the damage to the ledge. They had said that even a small sized green would find it on the small side and Dytha wanted Ponth to be settled as soon as possible. So the weyr now resembled a small maze, complete with tracks between the boxes that led to her bed, another to the small stove that was in desperate need of a good clean and another to Ponth's ledge - albeit which took a bit of tactical manoeuvring. The green however, had been delighted with the space. After it had been cleared. But at the moment, she was still fast asleep, more than content to let her Rider crack on.

With the tunnel door propped open to let the air through and for the weyr to feel less claustrophobic and a cloth tied over her hair, Dytha had been awake at the crack of dawn. Her feet were decent for the most part and she was going to make the most of it as she cough and spluttered, clouds of dust lifting whenever she moved the slightest thing. Oh she would pay for it later, that was for sure, she would ache and her damaged joints would curse her for it, but in the end... it would be worth it. She was sure.

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

Laurie
 

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

Laura Walker
 

"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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Baldrick: The servants.
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Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


Re: Housewarming Presents! (Dytha/Cremsden)

Laura Walker
 

It had taken a little quiet swapping to ensure he had a free period at just the right time, but that had been easy enough to arrange. Cremsden had been the one to clean out the weyrs above the Infirmary to use as a training area and it had given him a good idea of the scale of the job. Dytha was a decent young apprentice and having her working herself into the ground on clean up and then being useless for work for a sevenday or two was not on his plan for her.

So he'd cheerily congratulated her on her new home and then quietly gone away and hunted out the required cleaning supplies to bring over next morning. He set them at his feet before knocking at her door.

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On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 9:53 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Shells, there was still so much to do. R'bor had helped her out massively, moving large boxes and crates out of the way. They hadn't been kidding when they said that the weyr had been used as a dumping ground. No, the oddly shaped spot had definitely been taken advantage of, and mostly by Healers judging by the boxes of healing supplies she was finding most of the time.

The first plan of action had been to assess the damage to the ledge. They had said that even a small sized green would find it on the small side and Dytha wanted Ponth to be settled as soon as possible. So the weyr now resembled a small maze, complete with tracks between the boxes that led to her bed, another to the small stove that was in desperate need of a good clean and another to Ponth's ledge - albeit which took a bit of tactical manoeuvring. The green however, had been delighted with the space. After it had been cleared. But at the moment, she was still fast asleep, more than content to let her Rider crack on.

With the tunnel door propped open to let the air through and for the weyr to feel less claustrophobic and a cloth tied over her hair, Dytha had been awake at the crack of dawn. Her feet were decent for the most part and she was going to make the most of it as she cough and spluttered, clouds of dust lifting whenever she moved the slightest thing. Oh she would pay for it later, that was for sure, she would ache and her damaged joints would curse her for it, but in the end... it would be worth it. She was sure.

--
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Florcott on AIM.

I'm sometimes slow and have the memory of a sieve at times, so don't hesitate to poke me if you think you've been forgotten!



--

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
 

"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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Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


Re: A Senior Request (Cremsden/Aruithil)

Laura Walker
 

"Well, thank Faranth for that," Cremsden said woth undisguised relief. "Between you and me I hate this fecking time of the turn." The firelizard closest to his arm rolled over, giving and quiet but demanding chirp. Absent-mindedly he obediently petted it as he listened, not looking to see which it was.

"Well, I wouldn't rush to make any judgements about just how comfortable the Hall is," he said a little dryly. "Remember, the Fall always looks as though it's less severe when it's falling on someone else. But you're certainly very focused if a little young - how old are you again, sixteen?"

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On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 12:53 AM Rogue Kakashi <snail.on.speed@...> wrote:
Aru was confused for a moment by the distress on the journeyman's face. What did he... oh! "Oh!  Oh no!" she laughed a little, nerves betraying her.  She shook her head vehemently, "No, not at all... quite the opposite in fact."

She paused for a moment, looking at him.  The words were right there on her lips, they just refused to be free of her.  "I... Well, I wanted to talk about my future.  I know that I started late, and I know it usually takes six turns to graduate to senior apprentice, but... I think I'm ready!  I think I am ready because I'm here, at the Weyr.  I do every day what regular apprentices are learning about in the comfort of the Hall.  And I'm not complaining!  I like this... I like this a lot more.  I want to learn and I want to help people and I think I could help people more if I was a senior apprentice.  I think I can handle more responsibility and... and..."  Once the damn burst it all flowed out.  She kept going, trying to make her point, hoping that Cremsden would interrupt her before she made a complete fool of herself.  Finally she stopped herself, "I... That's it.  I think I'm ready.  I know I am."

She nodded in affirmation, more to herself than anything and let out a deep breath.  "Sorry, for rambling."



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


Re: Hungry Eyes (ATTN: Tyne)

Nutmeg
 

Tyne had been able to sense that there was no spite in Yiyu's words. Truth be told there was rarely spite in anyone's when they addressed her. They just didn't know what to say. She had lost count of the amount of times that the first word that started to come out of people's mouths had instinctively been "Goldrider" in front of her name only to be abruptly cut off and replaced by an awkward silence. Now? Now they just weren't sure. She understood, even if it hurt, oh how it hurt.

"Yeee-yoooou" She had said carefully, sounding out the girl's name as though committing it to memory. "It suits you! Now, come have breakfast. We have sweet rolls!" She patted the rock she had used as a makeshift table. The flock was instructed to keep away. They would get their share. But young as they were, it didn't stop a couple swinging a bit closer, Tubber in particular eyeing the small feast with beady, greedy eyes.

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 11:30 AM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"I meant no offense, no disrespect," Yiyu said, suddenly feeling like she was picking her way bare footed across hot sands. She turned to face tTyne, to look into her eyes. "I will you call you Tyne, you will call me Yiyu. No titles between us."

On Mar 29, 2020, at 3:11 AM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

"Good, I like how quiet this place is." 

And that was that. Whilst Yiyu gawped at the view, Tyne had dropped to her knees and began carefully setting out the small pile of food she had received from the kitchen. As always, the staffer had been overly generous, oddly fond of the dragonless woman and had filled the basket with an assortment. Placing items as carefully as if they were made of fine china, Tyne looked for all the world like she was setting out a child's tea party.

The flock had erupted out of the tunnel entrance like someone had shot flags out of a canon. Chattering excitedly, they had rocketed into the sky and were cartwheeling about, spiralling in the air.

"...'m not a Lady," Tyne had said suddenly, sitting back from her ministrations over the food with a pleased aid. "Not anymore. Am not an anything anymore. Just a Tyne." Her voice was deeply solemn all of a sudden, its cheeriness lost, but intently serious. It was a question that she asked herself far too often these days. Just what WAS she now? She had no sort of rank. Even a staffer had more of a rank than she did.

On Sat, Mar 28, 2020 at 4:28 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"No," she said swiftly, wanting to please the older woman and, if she were honest, needing this place to be shared with her. "I won't tell anyone, Lady."


She turned a slow circle, gazing around. She ended facing the glint of ocean in the distance, the basket sitting at their feet.

On Mar 28, 2020, at 4:56 AM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

Seeing Yiyu's reaction to the view, one of the reason she adored the spot that looked over the bustle of the Weyr below, out onto the southern walls where just above, the glimmer of the sea could be seen winking in the distance. "You can come here too if you like! I don't mind!" And she didn't. The girl was quiet and if she turned up and caused bother, well Tyne just happened to know a helpfully close flock of firelizards who could chase anyone away if they had to.

"It's out of the way," she went onto explain. "Not too many dragons sitting about that you could walk into. Not too many Riders either. I don't think anyone else knows about this place but me!" It was probably completely untrue and highly likely that more than one denizen had found the little nook and enjoyed its solitude. But as far as Tyne was concerned, it was hers and no one else knew about it. Her face suddenly furrowed. "You won't tell anyone else its here, will you? It's a secret."

On Fri, Mar 27, 2020 at 8:21 AM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
The sun warmed the ledge and Yiyu found herself looking out over the Weyr. Her lips parted at the view, speechless for a moment. When she gathered herself, she turned to Tyne.

"I can see why you like it here. I wonder...." she hesitated. When Tyne just watched her, she forged on: "If I might come here on my own if needed. Often I enjoy reading alone, but so many hiding spots have been taken already that it seems near impossible to achieve that goal."

On Mar 26, 2020, at 6:04 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

It was clear that Tyne was more than familiar with these tunnels, scampering over the obstacles with practised ease - as sure footed as a mountain goat. "It's okay." she called over her shoulder as she went. "... Aaru impressed to Bobbin. She's a bit of an odd one. She isn't like some flits that like lots of fuss. She just comes to look." Scampering away at dizzying speed, she led them through the maze but eventually, natural light began filtering down the darkened tunnels. The end was in sight.

"This way!"

Enjoying the game, that was not a game but as far as Tyne was concerned, it absolutely was, she burst out of the tunnel that brought them out on a wide ledge a few levels below the Rim. She didn't really go to the Rim much anymore. It was a dragon place. And a dragonrider place. And since she was neither of those things now, she wasn't sure she was allowed up there. "This is one of my favourite spots! Hardly anyone is ever here."

On Thu, Mar 26, 2020 at 5:11 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"It's nice to," Yiyu swiftly followed her, dodging around boxes and baskets and bundles deftly, "you, Tyne. I'm sorry for startling your little green, I should have asked before trying to touch."

On Mar 26, 2020, at 12:04 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

Oblivious to the dilemma in Yiyu's head, all that Tyne picked up was that she'd said yes. It didn't matter that the girl was at least ten years her junior, her brain had just heard "yes". And Idri thought she couldn't make friends on her own. The uplift in Tyne was reflected in the flock around her, a sudden ripple of excited chattering between all the flits.

"We'll go this way!" Tyne announced before turning and darting back off up the tunnel in the direction she'd come. They'd go the scenic route and then some, including through some tunnels that perhaps weren't meant to  be used by people anymore, semi filled with boxes and baskets. But Tyne knew exactly where she was going to go. As if on cue, the flits began popping out of existence, winking between so that the only two left were Bobbin and Cairn, clinging to Tyne as she scampered away.

On Thu, Mar 26, 2020 at 4:47 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Yiyu's head spun. The names, the colors, the woman herself were all overwhelming. But she grasped onto the invitation and mentally ocused. She could do this.

"I'd love to," she said, unable to resist the strange older woman's suddenly open mannerism. She stepped frward and offered meakly to take the basket.

On Mar 26, 2020, at 11:44 AM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

Unfortunately for Yiyu, Aaru was possibly not best firelizard to approach and she snapped at the outstretched fingers, clearly not intended to bite but clearly as a warning to back up. Admonished for her behaviour with a loud chitter from Bobbin, the small green scuttled higher, a little away from the crowd.

"Ignore her. She's just an oddball. Plus she impressed to Bobbin so she's not super bothered about people.Think of her like a grumpy feline - it's all on her terms." It was the simplest way she had found to explain the unusual Aaru's behaviour. Turning her back temporarily on Yiyu, Tyne inspected the gathering, clearly  not stopping to think a second about how the girl would have felt about Aaru's warning. Not out of wilful ignorance or not caring, it had just skipped her.

"Lets see, gang - introduce yourselves!" It was clearly something she had done before.

"Chief!" A brown perked up his head from the wall, warbling towards Tyne.

"Tubber!" Another brown, this one definitely more round. 

"Song and Dance!" Two blues chimed in, chirruping happily from where they were perched together.

"Breeks!" Another blue, this time looking as though he were wearing a pair of blue trousers answered with a solemn nod before scuttling off after Aaru.

"Fitz and Bitz!" Two identical looking greens piped up, tiny bugles from the wall.

"Rona!" A dark flit clambered forward only to  be shooed away by Tyne. "No, your're not stealing anything from her. Or throwing anything!" She looked back at Yiyu. "She's the one to watch - pure mischief and a dollop of spite. You've met Zeeti, she loves everyone," Tyne said gesturing to the small green who had flown around Yiyu's head. "And last but certainly not least Cairn and Bobbin" - she jostled a shoulder up to indicate which was which. Cairn rewarded Yiyu with a long gaze and a solemn chirp. Bobbin decided to  be gracious as the newcomer had called her beautiful and warbled sweetly at Yiyu, posing a little to show off her good side.

"And that's all of them. Except me, I'm Tyne." And she jerked her thumb back towards herself with a cheerful, innocent pride. "We were getting breakfast." The conversation distraction of who her flock was had lifted her thoughts into another focus. "Hey!" she suddenly said, facing Yiyu and picking up the basket she had almost forgotten about. "You should have breakfast with us!" There was a beaming, innocent hopefulness in her face, like a child asking their best friend to come to tea.

On Thu, Mar 26, 2020 at 1:58 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"What are all there names?" she asked, fascinated. She carefully stepped forward and extended a hand to the tiny, silent green, hoping she wasn't being to forward.

On Mar 26, 2020, at 3:01 AM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

As if in answer to Yiyu's question, and on the silent call of Bobbin, the entire flock gravitated back to Tyne. "Yes," she said simply in an almost matter of fact tone. Once upon a time she would have been too scared to admit of such, terrified of getting in trouble. But Tyne thought little of trouble these days, her uncomplicated train of merely noting that flits helped, therefore she had found flits and it was too late for anyone to get cross about it. "Well, accept Aaru," she said, gesturing to a small, silent green who had found a notched bit of wood to cling to. "She belongs to Bobbin. She was meant for Idri, but Bobbin wanted her."

On Wed, Mar 25, 2020 at 2:13 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"Thank you," Yiyu said politely, her gaze following the little green's graceful movements."Are these all yours?"

On Mar 25, 2020, at 9:09 AM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

Bobbin preened a little. She knew the "b" word. Of course she was beautiful. The smugness trickled into Tyne, bolstering her a little and she relaxed slightly, also helped by Yiyu's smile.

"Your smile is pretty," she said with all the blunt honesty of a child and Cairn chirruped his agreement. Along the walls, the firelizards scuttled closer, trilling and peeping as they approached. It was Zeeti who broke ranks first, the pretty little green twirling around Yiyu's head as if inspecting her.

On Tue, Mar 24, 2020 at 10:45 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"No, Lady, they aren't scaring me," she said. That real, honest smile, that was peaking out more and more the longer she was at the Weyr, graced Yiyu's lips briefly before slipping away.

"They're beautiful," she found herself repeating. The woman looked odd, spooked, almost. By her? Surely not.

On Mar 24, 2020, at 5:34 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

Ironically, it was the timidness radiating from the girl that kept the situation calm. Had she been met with confidence, outright confusion or worse... anger or disgust, it likely would have been enough to tip her over. But the shyness wasn't a threat. The glimmer of "Goldrider" Tyne disappeared again. "...'m sorry." she managed eventually, rubbing her eyes again to try and shift the cobwebs that clouded her visions when she was off-kilter like her eyes were trying to put her in two places at once. Like her brain was trying desperately hard to believe it was in another time, another place. "I don't usually find people here." There was a worried note to her voice now and an edge of confusion. 

She heard the word firelizard and she used it to force her attention back. "They're not scaring you are they? I can send some away if it's too much." Bring it back. Back under control. Back into place. She could do it.

On Tue, Mar 24, 2020 at 10:13 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Yiyu blushed, wondering if she were in trouble. Her hands came out and clasped in front of her, her back straightening as she said quietly, "I just finished dinner and was headed back to the barracks, but I thought you might need help, lady. That, and the firelizards honestly distracted me."

She couldn't quite meet Tyne's gaze. Her own skittered away, her enate timidness flaring up to meet even the hint of a strongly worded question.

On Mar 24, 2020, at 5:03 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

Candidate? Ah... Candidate. The familiar word broke through slightly and Tyne shook her head slightly as though trying to shake her thoughts together. "Shouldn't you be in the Barracks? Or lessons?" That's what Candidates did. Lessons. She had done lessons. Albeit many turns ago. Still on alert, Bobbin and Cairn had leapt into action, thrumming a low croon that was quickly echoed by the others so that the tunnel seemed to vibrate with the sound of crooning flits.

All of the group worked together, creeping closer like crawlers on a wall, twelve sets of eyes all watching Yiyu carefully. Kneading her eyes, Tyne's taut posture relaxed a little, the soft reassurance in her head settling her slightly. For a moment, the gaping hole of Myrandith had been threatening to loom large but the immediate proximity - both physically and mentally - of the firelizards had eked it away again. For the moment, she hadn't quite registered either the girl's name or the compliment to her brood.

On Tue, Mar 24, 2020 at 9:42 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"Y-yiyu, lady," she answered quietly, unassumingly. Much like she had with the whers, she slowly extended one hand to the scared-looking older woman, licking her lips nervously. "I'm a Candidate here. Your firelizards are beautiful," she added, unable to resist her own fascination with all creatures great and small.

On Mar 24, 2020, at 4:29 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

It... hadn't been a great day. No, not "bad" in the way Tyne knew "bad" could be but it had been one of those days where she had felt perilously close to that precipitous edge she knew far too well. She had spent most of the day in hiding in her quarters, practising her breathing techniques and grounding herself. It had been an activity that cost her most of the day and had been disturbed when she realised she hadn't eaten anything since the evening of the day before. Anything earlier in the day would undoubtedly have been returned by anxious retching but now, feeling a bit more in balance again, she decided that she needed to do two things - stretch her legs a little and find some food.

She had followed some of the more awkward and therefore lesser used tunnels to the Lower Caverns. It took longer, but the walk was used as another means to ground herself. When she had approached, she had sent Bobbin in, small note strapped to her leg. The gold knew exactly which staffer to head to. No, she wasn't sure she could deal with the bustle of the Dining Hall itself. Unfortunately, the wobble in Tyne's emotional state meant that her brood was feeling especially clingy. Whilst Bobbin and Cairn had had the places of honour on her shoulders, the others had been a train of colour that winked in and out of Between as they kept up, clinging to walls, glow baskets and supporting beams as they stayed close.

The gold had just returned with a small basket in tow, immediately resuming her sentinel post as the basket was plopped gently at Tyne's feet. She had just picked it up when she heard the voice and she started, freezing in place and causing the flock to bristle in alarm at the spike of alert that rushed through Tyne.

"Who're you? Why are you here?" On another day, the voice might have been more demanding. Today it was edged with panic, as though she were caught doing something she shouldn't be doing.

On Tue, Mar 24, 2020 at 9:00 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Yiyu stepped out of the lower caverns and instantly paused. Like a wild runner caught in lamplight, she stilled, aware of eyes on her. Slowly turning, she saw...firelizards. A great many, in fact, but it was the woman who caught her attention with wide, dark eyes that stared through, not passed, her.

"May I..help...you, lady?"




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Re: Hungry Eyes (ATTN: Tyne)

Jessica Freise
 

"I meant no offense, no disrespect," Yiyu said, suddenly feeling like she was picking her way bare footed across hot sands. She turned to face tTyne, to look into her eyes. "I will you call you Tyne, you will call me Yiyu. No titles between us."

On Mar 29, 2020, at 3:11 AM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

"Good, I like how quiet this place is." 

And that was that. Whilst Yiyu gawped at the view, Tyne had dropped to her knees and began carefully setting out the small pile of food she had received from the kitchen. As always, the staffer had been overly generous, oddly fond of the dragonless woman and had filled the basket with an assortment. Placing items as carefully as if they were made of fine china, Tyne looked for all the world like she was setting out a child's tea party.

The flock had erupted out of the tunnel entrance like someone had shot flags out of a canon. Chattering excitedly, they had rocketed into the sky and were cartwheeling about, spiralling in the air.

"...'m not a Lady," Tyne had said suddenly, sitting back from her ministrations over the food with a pleased aid. "Not anymore. Am not an anything anymore. Just a Tyne." Her voice was deeply solemn all of a sudden, its cheeriness lost, but intently serious. It was a question that she asked herself far too often these days. Just what WAS she now? She had no sort of rank. Even a staffer had more of a rank than she did.

On Sat, Mar 28, 2020 at 4:28 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"No," she said swiftly, wanting to please the older woman and, if she were honest, needing this place to be shared with her. "I won't tell anyone, Lady."


She turned a slow circle, gazing around. She ended facing the glint of ocean in the distance, the basket sitting at their feet.

On Mar 28, 2020, at 4:56 AM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

Seeing Yiyu's reaction to the view, one of the reason she adored the spot that looked over the bustle of the Weyr below, out onto the southern walls where just above, the glimmer of the sea could be seen winking in the distance. "You can come here too if you like! I don't mind!" And she didn't. The girl was quiet and if she turned up and caused bother, well Tyne just happened to know a helpfully close flock of firelizards who could chase anyone away if they had to.

"It's out of the way," she went onto explain. "Not too many dragons sitting about that you could walk into. Not too many Riders either. I don't think anyone else knows about this place but me!" It was probably completely untrue and highly likely that more than one denizen had found the little nook and enjoyed its solitude. But as far as Tyne was concerned, it was hers and no one else knew about it. Her face suddenly furrowed. "You won't tell anyone else its here, will you? It's a secret."

On Fri, Mar 27, 2020 at 8:21 AM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
The sun warmed the ledge and Yiyu found herself looking out over the Weyr. Her lips parted at the view, speechless for a moment. When she gathered herself, she turned to Tyne.

"I can see why you like it here. I wonder...." she hesitated. When Tyne just watched her, she forged on: "If I might come here on my own if needed. Often I enjoy reading alone, but so many hiding spots have been taken already that it seems near impossible to achieve that goal."

On Mar 26, 2020, at 6:04 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

It was clear that Tyne was more than familiar with these tunnels, scampering over the obstacles with practised ease - as sure footed as a mountain goat. "It's okay." she called over her shoulder as she went. "... Aaru impressed to Bobbin. She's a bit of an odd one. She isn't like some flits that like lots of fuss. She just comes to look." Scampering away at dizzying speed, she led them through the maze but eventually, natural light began filtering down the darkened tunnels. The end was in sight.

"This way!"

Enjoying the game, that was not a game but as far as Tyne was concerned, it absolutely was, she burst out of the tunnel that brought them out on a wide ledge a few levels below the Rim. She didn't really go to the Rim much anymore. It was a dragon place. And a dragonrider place. And since she was neither of those things now, she wasn't sure she was allowed up there. "This is one of my favourite spots! Hardly anyone is ever here."

On Thu, Mar 26, 2020 at 5:11 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"It's nice to," Yiyu swiftly followed her, dodging around boxes and baskets and bundles deftly, "you, Tyne. I'm sorry for startling your little green, I should have asked before trying to touch."

On Mar 26, 2020, at 12:04 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

Oblivious to the dilemma in Yiyu's head, all that Tyne picked up was that she'd said yes. It didn't matter that the girl was at least ten years her junior, her brain had just heard "yes". And Idri thought she couldn't make friends on her own. The uplift in Tyne was reflected in the flock around her, a sudden ripple of excited chattering between all the flits.

"We'll go this way!" Tyne announced before turning and darting back off up the tunnel in the direction she'd come. They'd go the scenic route and then some, including through some tunnels that perhaps weren't meant to  be used by people anymore, semi filled with boxes and baskets. But Tyne knew exactly where she was going to go. As if on cue, the flits began popping out of existence, winking between so that the only two left were Bobbin and Cairn, clinging to Tyne as she scampered away.

On Thu, Mar 26, 2020 at 4:47 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Yiyu's head spun. The names, the colors, the woman herself were all overwhelming. But she grasped onto the invitation and mentally ocused. She could do this.

"I'd love to," she said, unable to resist the strange older woman's suddenly open mannerism. She stepped frward and offered meakly to take the basket.

On Mar 26, 2020, at 11:44 AM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

Unfortunately for Yiyu, Aaru was possibly not best firelizard to approach and she snapped at the outstretched fingers, clearly not intended to bite but clearly as a warning to back up. Admonished for her behaviour with a loud chitter from Bobbin, the small green scuttled higher, a little away from the crowd.

"Ignore her. She's just an oddball. Plus she impressed to Bobbin so she's not super bothered about people.Think of her like a grumpy feline - it's all on her terms." It was the simplest way she had found to explain the unusual Aaru's behaviour. Turning her back temporarily on Yiyu, Tyne inspected the gathering, clearly  not stopping to think a second about how the girl would have felt about Aaru's warning. Not out of wilful ignorance or not caring, it had just skipped her.

"Lets see, gang - introduce yourselves!" It was clearly something she had done before.

"Chief!" A brown perked up his head from the wall, warbling towards Tyne.

"Tubber!" Another brown, this one definitely more round. 

"Song and Dance!" Two blues chimed in, chirruping happily from where they were perched together.

"Breeks!" Another blue, this time looking as though he were wearing a pair of blue trousers answered with a solemn nod before scuttling off after Aaru.

"Fitz and Bitz!" Two identical looking greens piped up, tiny bugles from the wall.

"Rona!" A dark flit clambered forward only to  be shooed away by Tyne. "No, your're not stealing anything from her. Or throwing anything!" She looked back at Yiyu. "She's the one to watch - pure mischief and a dollop of spite. You've met Zeeti, she loves everyone," Tyne said gesturing to the small green who had flown around Yiyu's head. "And last but certainly not least Cairn and Bobbin" - she jostled a shoulder up to indicate which was which. Cairn rewarded Yiyu with a long gaze and a solemn chirp. Bobbin decided to  be gracious as the newcomer had called her beautiful and warbled sweetly at Yiyu, posing a little to show off her good side.

"And that's all of them. Except me, I'm Tyne." And she jerked her thumb back towards herself with a cheerful, innocent pride. "We were getting breakfast." The conversation distraction of who her flock was had lifted her thoughts into another focus. "Hey!" she suddenly said, facing Yiyu and picking up the basket she had almost forgotten about. "You should have breakfast with us!" There was a beaming, innocent hopefulness in her face, like a child asking their best friend to come to tea.

On Thu, Mar 26, 2020 at 1:58 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"What are all there names?" she asked, fascinated. She carefully stepped forward and extended a hand to the tiny, silent green, hoping she wasn't being to forward.

On Mar 26, 2020, at 3:01 AM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

As if in answer to Yiyu's question, and on the silent call of Bobbin, the entire flock gravitated back to Tyne. "Yes," she said simply in an almost matter of fact tone. Once upon a time she would have been too scared to admit of such, terrified of getting in trouble. But Tyne thought little of trouble these days, her uncomplicated train of merely noting that flits helped, therefore she had found flits and it was too late for anyone to get cross about it. "Well, accept Aaru," she said, gesturing to a small, silent green who had found a notched bit of wood to cling to. "She belongs to Bobbin. She was meant for Idri, but Bobbin wanted her."

On Wed, Mar 25, 2020 at 2:13 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"Thank you," Yiyu said politely, her gaze following the little green's graceful movements."Are these all yours?"

On Mar 25, 2020, at 9:09 AM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

Bobbin preened a little. She knew the "b" word. Of course she was beautiful. The smugness trickled into Tyne, bolstering her a little and she relaxed slightly, also helped by Yiyu's smile.

"Your smile is pretty," she said with all the blunt honesty of a child and Cairn chirruped his agreement. Along the walls, the firelizards scuttled closer, trilling and peeping as they approached. It was Zeeti who broke ranks first, the pretty little green twirling around Yiyu's head as if inspecting her.

On Tue, Mar 24, 2020 at 10:45 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"No, Lady, they aren't scaring me," she said. That real, honest smile, that was peaking out more and more the longer she was at the Weyr, graced Yiyu's lips briefly before slipping away.

"They're beautiful," she found herself repeating. The woman looked odd, spooked, almost. By her? Surely not.

On Mar 24, 2020, at 5:34 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

Ironically, it was the timidness radiating from the girl that kept the situation calm. Had she been met with confidence, outright confusion or worse... anger or disgust, it likely would have been enough to tip her over. But the shyness wasn't a threat. The glimmer of "Goldrider" Tyne disappeared again. "...'m sorry." she managed eventually, rubbing her eyes again to try and shift the cobwebs that clouded her visions when she was off-kilter like her eyes were trying to put her in two places at once. Like her brain was trying desperately hard to believe it was in another time, another place. "I don't usually find people here." There was a worried note to her voice now and an edge of confusion. 

She heard the word firelizard and she used it to force her attention back. "They're not scaring you are they? I can send some away if it's too much." Bring it back. Back under control. Back into place. She could do it.

On Tue, Mar 24, 2020 at 10:13 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Yiyu blushed, wondering if she were in trouble. Her hands came out and clasped in front of her, her back straightening as she said quietly, "I just finished dinner and was headed back to the barracks, but I thought you might need help, lady. That, and the firelizards honestly distracted me."

She couldn't quite meet Tyne's gaze. Her own skittered away, her enate timidness flaring up to meet even the hint of a strongly worded question.

On Mar 24, 2020, at 5:03 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

Candidate? Ah... Candidate. The familiar word broke through slightly and Tyne shook her head slightly as though trying to shake her thoughts together. "Shouldn't you be in the Barracks? Or lessons?" That's what Candidates did. Lessons. She had done lessons. Albeit many turns ago. Still on alert, Bobbin and Cairn had leapt into action, thrumming a low croon that was quickly echoed by the others so that the tunnel seemed to vibrate with the sound of crooning flits.

All of the group worked together, creeping closer like crawlers on a wall, twelve sets of eyes all watching Yiyu carefully. Kneading her eyes, Tyne's taut posture relaxed a little, the soft reassurance in her head settling her slightly. For a moment, the gaping hole of Myrandith had been threatening to loom large but the immediate proximity - both physically and mentally - of the firelizards had eked it away again. For the moment, she hadn't quite registered either the girl's name or the compliment to her brood.

On Tue, Mar 24, 2020 at 9:42 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"Y-yiyu, lady," she answered quietly, unassumingly. Much like she had with the whers, she slowly extended one hand to the scared-looking older woman, licking her lips nervously. "I'm a Candidate here. Your firelizards are beautiful," she added, unable to resist her own fascination with all creatures great and small.

On Mar 24, 2020, at 4:29 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

It... hadn't been a great day. No, not "bad" in the way Tyne knew "bad" could be but it had been one of those days where she had felt perilously close to that precipitous edge she knew far too well. She had spent most of the day in hiding in her quarters, practising her breathing techniques and grounding herself. It had been an activity that cost her most of the day and had been disturbed when she realised she hadn't eaten anything since the evening of the day before. Anything earlier in the day would undoubtedly have been returned by anxious retching but now, feeling a bit more in balance again, she decided that she needed to do two things - stretch her legs a little and find some food.

She had followed some of the more awkward and therefore lesser used tunnels to the Lower Caverns. It took longer, but the walk was used as another means to ground herself. When she had approached, she had sent Bobbin in, small note strapped to her leg. The gold knew exactly which staffer to head to. No, she wasn't sure she could deal with the bustle of the Dining Hall itself. Unfortunately, the wobble in Tyne's emotional state meant that her brood was feeling especially clingy. Whilst Bobbin and Cairn had had the places of honour on her shoulders, the others had been a train of colour that winked in and out of Between as they kept up, clinging to walls, glow baskets and supporting beams as they stayed close.

The gold had just returned with a small basket in tow, immediately resuming her sentinel post as the basket was plopped gently at Tyne's feet. She had just picked it up when she heard the voice and she started, freezing in place and causing the flock to bristle in alarm at the spike of alert that rushed through Tyne.

"Who're you? Why are you here?" On another day, the voice might have been more demanding. Today it was edged with panic, as though she were caught doing something she shouldn't be doing.

On Tue, Mar 24, 2020 at 9:00 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Yiyu stepped out of the lower caverns and instantly paused. Like a wild runner caught in lamplight, she stilled, aware of eyes on her. Slowly turning, she saw...firelizards. A great many, in fact, but it was the woman who caught her attention with wide, dark eyes that stared through, not passed, her.

"May I..help...you, lady?"




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Housewarming Presents! (Dytha/Cremsden)

Nutmeg
 

Shells, there was still so much to do. R'bor had helped her out massively, moving large boxes and crates out of the way. They hadn't been kidding when they said that the weyr had been used as a dumping ground. No, the oddly shaped spot had definitely been taken advantage of, and mostly by Healers judging by the boxes of healing supplies she was finding most of the time.

The first plan of action had been to assess the damage to the ledge. They had said that even a small sized green would find it on the small side and Dytha wanted Ponth to be settled as soon as possible. So the weyr now resembled a small maze, complete with tracks between the boxes that led to her bed, another to the small stove that was in desperate need of a good clean and another to Ponth's ledge - albeit which took a bit of tactical manoeuvring. The green however, had been delighted with the space. After it had been cleared. But at the moment, she was still fast asleep, more than content to let her Rider crack on.

With the tunnel door propped open to let the air through and for the weyr to feel less claustrophobic and a cloth tied over her hair, Dytha had been awake at the crack of dawn. Her feet were decent for the most part and she was going to make the most of it as she cough and spluttered, clouds of dust lifting whenever she moved the slightest thing. Oh she would pay for it later, that was for sure, she would ache and her damaged joints would curse her for it, but in the end... it would be worth it. She was sure.

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Re: Its a Whole New World Att: Ysolde/Phyllia

Nutmeg
 

That made Ysolde stop whilst she thought about it. Goodness, how long HAD it been? "Uh..." she began before hastily clearing her throat. Uh? UH?! Not even a word! "About a year and a half?" She said the words in the tentative, questioning way as if she wasn't sure herself. Time had blurred around the edges but after a minute's thought, she realised it had been longer than the "month or two" that her mouth had almost tried to answer. "Time flies here, you'll see!"

She had led them along to her cot which was, as she said, a bit too close to the Common Room for comfort. But it was clear to see that Ysolde had made it her own, a couple of sketches on the wall, the top of the small chest for her clothing draped with a prettily coloured cloth and small gemstones sat on top. Casually she had tossed the papers onto the foot of her cot. "Stealing isn't really a thing, besides Candidatemaster Nayari has a gold flit that is ALWAYS lurking about. Thievery will REALLY get you in trouble. The Weyr is generous and no one should go without here."

That was something that had struck her after a while in the Weyr. Having seen so many cotholds in the North struggling or just making ends meet, she had been astounded by the generosity of the Weyr to strangers who turned up out of the blue. Leading the way but still more or less walking side by side with Phyllia, they had made their way out of the Barracks, map pointed out near the entrance and took them into the vast, open space that was the Weyrbowl.

"Looks massive, doesn't it? Don't worry, you find your way around quicker than you'd think."

OoC: Having shuffled through Ysolde's old threads, she came into play around 2015 but with our fuzzy timing (as she was Searched about 6 months after being in the weyr), I THINK she's been a Candidate for about 18 months - 2 years :P

On Sat, Mar 28, 2020 at 5:48 PM Jerzy Tobin <jerzytobin@...> wrote:
>  "I wouldn't have offered if I didn't have the time," Ysolde replied cheerily. "I've got about two hours before I'm due back to my next class so I'm sure that's plenty of times for a whistle-stop tour and a bite to eat. Let me toss my classwork into my cot and we'll get going. It's actually just down the way." She gestured beyond Phyllia towards the exit of the Common Room. "It's a bit too close to the Common Room really," she added a little conspiratorially, "it gets a bit noisy but people are generally good about quietening down if you ask them to."
>
> She pushed her hair back again, already annoyed that she had decided to wear it loose as opposed to in her customary braid. "We'll stop at the most important places and there's a good sized map of the Barracks near the main entrance. It's a good point of reference to keep in mind. Most people are helpful though and will help out if you get really lost. Don't be afraid to ask."
>
Phyllia vaguely recalled mentions of a barrack map during the
interview, but there had been so much else dumped on her at the time
that it was all very much a blur.  She was grateful beyond belief that
there was someone willing to actually give her a little more in depth
run down of things.  And now that Ysolde had pointed it out, her own
room was near the common room as well.  Well, that wouldn't be so bad,
Phyllia figured.  Even if it did get noisy, it would give her a point
of reference to help against getting lost.

"So, have you been here long?" Phyllia asked as they headed out of the
barracks and down the corridor that led into the Weyr Proper.



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Re: Hungry Eyes (ATTN: Tyne)

Nutmeg
 

"Good, I like how quiet this place is." 

And that was that. Whilst Yiyu gawped at the view, Tyne had dropped to her knees and began carefully setting out the small pile of food she had received from the kitchen. As always, the staffer had been overly generous, oddly fond of the dragonless woman and had filled the basket with an assortment. Placing items as carefully as if they were made of fine china, Tyne looked for all the world like she was setting out a child's tea party.

The flock had erupted out of the tunnel entrance like someone had shot flags out of a canon. Chattering excitedly, they had rocketed into the sky and were cartwheeling about, spiralling in the air.

"...'m not a Lady," Tyne had said suddenly, sitting back from her ministrations over the food with a pleased aid. "Not anymore. Am not an anything anymore. Just a Tyne." Her voice was deeply solemn all of a sudden, its cheeriness lost, but intently serious. It was a question that she asked herself far too often these days. Just what WAS she now? She had no sort of rank. Even a staffer had more of a rank than she did.

On Sat, Mar 28, 2020 at 4:28 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"No," she said swiftly, wanting to please the older woman and, if she were honest, needing this place to be shared with her. "I won't tell anyone, Lady."


She turned a slow circle, gazing around. She ended facing the glint of ocean in the distance, the basket sitting at their feet.

On Mar 28, 2020, at 4:56 AM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

Seeing Yiyu's reaction to the view, one of the reason she adored the spot that looked over the bustle of the Weyr below, out onto the southern walls where just above, the glimmer of the sea could be seen winking in the distance. "You can come here too if you like! I don't mind!" And she didn't. The girl was quiet and if she turned up and caused bother, well Tyne just happened to know a helpfully close flock of firelizards who could chase anyone away if they had to.

"It's out of the way," she went onto explain. "Not too many dragons sitting about that you could walk into. Not too many Riders either. I don't think anyone else knows about this place but me!" It was probably completely untrue and highly likely that more than one denizen had found the little nook and enjoyed its solitude. But as far as Tyne was concerned, it was hers and no one else knew about it. Her face suddenly furrowed. "You won't tell anyone else its here, will you? It's a secret."

On Fri, Mar 27, 2020 at 8:21 AM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
The sun warmed the ledge and Yiyu found herself looking out over the Weyr. Her lips parted at the view, speechless for a moment. When she gathered herself, she turned to Tyne.

"I can see why you like it here. I wonder...." she hesitated. When Tyne just watched her, she forged on: "If I might come here on my own if needed. Often I enjoy reading alone, but so many hiding spots have been taken already that it seems near impossible to achieve that goal."

On Mar 26, 2020, at 6:04 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

It was clear that Tyne was more than familiar with these tunnels, scampering over the obstacles with practised ease - as sure footed as a mountain goat. "It's okay." she called over her shoulder as she went. "... Aaru impressed to Bobbin. She's a bit of an odd one. She isn't like some flits that like lots of fuss. She just comes to look." Scampering away at dizzying speed, she led them through the maze but eventually, natural light began filtering down the darkened tunnels. The end was in sight.

"This way!"

Enjoying the game, that was not a game but as far as Tyne was concerned, it absolutely was, she burst out of the tunnel that brought them out on a wide ledge a few levels below the Rim. She didn't really go to the Rim much anymore. It was a dragon place. And a dragonrider place. And since she was neither of those things now, she wasn't sure she was allowed up there. "This is one of my favourite spots! Hardly anyone is ever here."

On Thu, Mar 26, 2020 at 5:11 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"It's nice to," Yiyu swiftly followed her, dodging around boxes and baskets and bundles deftly, "you, Tyne. I'm sorry for startling your little green, I should have asked before trying to touch."

On Mar 26, 2020, at 12:04 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

Oblivious to the dilemma in Yiyu's head, all that Tyne picked up was that she'd said yes. It didn't matter that the girl was at least ten years her junior, her brain had just heard "yes". And Idri thought she couldn't make friends on her own. The uplift in Tyne was reflected in the flock around her, a sudden ripple of excited chattering between all the flits.

"We'll go this way!" Tyne announced before turning and darting back off up the tunnel in the direction she'd come. They'd go the scenic route and then some, including through some tunnels that perhaps weren't meant to  be used by people anymore, semi filled with boxes and baskets. But Tyne knew exactly where she was going to go. As if on cue, the flits began popping out of existence, winking between so that the only two left were Bobbin and Cairn, clinging to Tyne as she scampered away.

On Thu, Mar 26, 2020 at 4:47 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Yiyu's head spun. The names, the colors, the woman herself were all overwhelming. But she grasped onto the invitation and mentally ocused. She could do this.

"I'd love to," she said, unable to resist the strange older woman's suddenly open mannerism. She stepped frward and offered meakly to take the basket.

On Mar 26, 2020, at 11:44 AM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

Unfortunately for Yiyu, Aaru was possibly not best firelizard to approach and she snapped at the outstretched fingers, clearly not intended to bite but clearly as a warning to back up. Admonished for her behaviour with a loud chitter from Bobbin, the small green scuttled higher, a little away from the crowd.

"Ignore her. She's just an oddball. Plus she impressed to Bobbin so she's not super bothered about people.Think of her like a grumpy feline - it's all on her terms." It was the simplest way she had found to explain the unusual Aaru's behaviour. Turning her back temporarily on Yiyu, Tyne inspected the gathering, clearly  not stopping to think a second about how the girl would have felt about Aaru's warning. Not out of wilful ignorance or not caring, it had just skipped her.

"Lets see, gang - introduce yourselves!" It was clearly something she had done before.

"Chief!" A brown perked up his head from the wall, warbling towards Tyne.

"Tubber!" Another brown, this one definitely more round. 

"Song and Dance!" Two blues chimed in, chirruping happily from where they were perched together.

"Breeks!" Another blue, this time looking as though he were wearing a pair of blue trousers answered with a solemn nod before scuttling off after Aaru.

"Fitz and Bitz!" Two identical looking greens piped up, tiny bugles from the wall.

"Rona!" A dark flit clambered forward only to  be shooed away by Tyne. "No, your're not stealing anything from her. Or throwing anything!" She looked back at Yiyu. "She's the one to watch - pure mischief and a dollop of spite. You've met Zeeti, she loves everyone," Tyne said gesturing to the small green who had flown around Yiyu's head. "And last but certainly not least Cairn and Bobbin" - she jostled a shoulder up to indicate which was which. Cairn rewarded Yiyu with a long gaze and a solemn chirp. Bobbin decided to  be gracious as the newcomer had called her beautiful and warbled sweetly at Yiyu, posing a little to show off her good side.

"And that's all of them. Except me, I'm Tyne." And she jerked her thumb back towards herself with a cheerful, innocent pride. "We were getting breakfast." The conversation distraction of who her flock was had lifted her thoughts into another focus. "Hey!" she suddenly said, facing Yiyu and picking up the basket she had almost forgotten about. "You should have breakfast with us!" There was a beaming, innocent hopefulness in her face, like a child asking their best friend to come to tea.

On Thu, Mar 26, 2020 at 1:58 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"What are all there names?" she asked, fascinated. She carefully stepped forward and extended a hand to the tiny, silent green, hoping she wasn't being to forward.

On Mar 26, 2020, at 3:01 AM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

As if in answer to Yiyu's question, and on the silent call of Bobbin, the entire flock gravitated back to Tyne. "Yes," she said simply in an almost matter of fact tone. Once upon a time she would have been too scared to admit of such, terrified of getting in trouble. But Tyne thought little of trouble these days, her uncomplicated train of merely noting that flits helped, therefore she had found flits and it was too late for anyone to get cross about it. "Well, accept Aaru," she said, gesturing to a small, silent green who had found a notched bit of wood to cling to. "She belongs to Bobbin. She was meant for Idri, but Bobbin wanted her."

On Wed, Mar 25, 2020 at 2:13 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"Thank you," Yiyu said politely, her gaze following the little green's graceful movements."Are these all yours?"

On Mar 25, 2020, at 9:09 AM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

Bobbin preened a little. She knew the "b" word. Of course she was beautiful. The smugness trickled into Tyne, bolstering her a little and she relaxed slightly, also helped by Yiyu's smile.

"Your smile is pretty," she said with all the blunt honesty of a child and Cairn chirruped his agreement. Along the walls, the firelizards scuttled closer, trilling and peeping as they approached. It was Zeeti who broke ranks first, the pretty little green twirling around Yiyu's head as if inspecting her.

On Tue, Mar 24, 2020 at 10:45 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"No, Lady, they aren't scaring me," she said. That real, honest smile, that was peaking out more and more the longer she was at the Weyr, graced Yiyu's lips briefly before slipping away.

"They're beautiful," she found herself repeating. The woman looked odd, spooked, almost. By her? Surely not.

On Mar 24, 2020, at 5:34 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

Ironically, it was the timidness radiating from the girl that kept the situation calm. Had she been met with confidence, outright confusion or worse... anger or disgust, it likely would have been enough to tip her over. But the shyness wasn't a threat. The glimmer of "Goldrider" Tyne disappeared again. "...'m sorry." she managed eventually, rubbing her eyes again to try and shift the cobwebs that clouded her visions when she was off-kilter like her eyes were trying to put her in two places at once. Like her brain was trying desperately hard to believe it was in another time, another place. "I don't usually find people here." There was a worried note to her voice now and an edge of confusion. 

She heard the word firelizard and she used it to force her attention back. "They're not scaring you are they? I can send some away if it's too much." Bring it back. Back under control. Back into place. She could do it.

On Tue, Mar 24, 2020 at 10:13 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Yiyu blushed, wondering if she were in trouble. Her hands came out and clasped in front of her, her back straightening as she said quietly, "I just finished dinner and was headed back to the barracks, but I thought you might need help, lady. That, and the firelizards honestly distracted me."

She couldn't quite meet Tyne's gaze. Her own skittered away, her enate timidness flaring up to meet even the hint of a strongly worded question.

On Mar 24, 2020, at 5:03 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

Candidate? Ah... Candidate. The familiar word broke through slightly and Tyne shook her head slightly as though trying to shake her thoughts together. "Shouldn't you be in the Barracks? Or lessons?" That's what Candidates did. Lessons. She had done lessons. Albeit many turns ago. Still on alert, Bobbin and Cairn had leapt into action, thrumming a low croon that was quickly echoed by the others so that the tunnel seemed to vibrate with the sound of crooning flits.

All of the group worked together, creeping closer like crawlers on a wall, twelve sets of eyes all watching Yiyu carefully. Kneading her eyes, Tyne's taut posture relaxed a little, the soft reassurance in her head settling her slightly. For a moment, the gaping hole of Myrandith had been threatening to loom large but the immediate proximity - both physically and mentally - of the firelizards had eked it away again. For the moment, she hadn't quite registered either the girl's name or the compliment to her brood.

On Tue, Mar 24, 2020 at 9:42 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"Y-yiyu, lady," she answered quietly, unassumingly. Much like she had with the whers, she slowly extended one hand to the scared-looking older woman, licking her lips nervously. "I'm a Candidate here. Your firelizards are beautiful," she added, unable to resist her own fascination with all creatures great and small.

On Mar 24, 2020, at 4:29 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

It... hadn't been a great day. No, not "bad" in the way Tyne knew "bad" could be but it had been one of those days where she had felt perilously close to that precipitous edge she knew far too well. She had spent most of the day in hiding in her quarters, practising her breathing techniques and grounding herself. It had been an activity that cost her most of the day and had been disturbed when she realised she hadn't eaten anything since the evening of the day before. Anything earlier in the day would undoubtedly have been returned by anxious retching but now, feeling a bit more in balance again, she decided that she needed to do two things - stretch her legs a little and find some food.

She had followed some of the more awkward and therefore lesser used tunnels to the Lower Caverns. It took longer, but the walk was used as another means to ground herself. When she had approached, she had sent Bobbin in, small note strapped to her leg. The gold knew exactly which staffer to head to. No, she wasn't sure she could deal with the bustle of the Dining Hall itself. Unfortunately, the wobble in Tyne's emotional state meant that her brood was feeling especially clingy. Whilst Bobbin and Cairn had had the places of honour on her shoulders, the others had been a train of colour that winked in and out of Between as they kept up, clinging to walls, glow baskets and supporting beams as they stayed close.

The gold had just returned with a small basket in tow, immediately resuming her sentinel post as the basket was plopped gently at Tyne's feet. She had just picked it up when she heard the voice and she started, freezing in place and causing the flock to bristle in alarm at the spike of alert that rushed through Tyne.

"Who're you? Why are you here?" On another day, the voice might have been more demanding. Today it was edged with panic, as though she were caught doing something she shouldn't be doing.

On Tue, Mar 24, 2020 at 9:00 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Yiyu stepped out of the lower caverns and instantly paused. Like a wild runner caught in lamplight, she stilled, aware of eyes on her. Slowly turning, she saw...firelizards. A great many, in fact, but it was the woman who caught her attention with wide, dark eyes that stared through, not passed, her.

"May I..help...you, lady?"




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Re: A Senior Request (Cremsden/Aruithil)

Rogue Kakashi
 

Aru was confused for a moment by the distress on the journeyman's face. What did he... oh! "Oh!  Oh no!" she laughed a little, nerves betraying her.  She shook her head vehemently, "No, not at all... quite the opposite in fact."

She paused for a moment, looking at him.  The words were right there on her lips, they just refused to be free of her.  "I... Well, I wanted to talk about my future.  I know that I started late, and I know it usually takes six turns to graduate to senior apprentice, but... I think I'm ready!  I think I am ready because I'm here, at the Weyr.  I do every day what regular apprentices are learning about in the comfort of the Hall.  And I'm not complaining!  I like this... I like this a lot more.  I want to learn and I want to help people and I think I could help people more if I was a senior apprentice.  I think I can handle more responsibility and... and..."  Once the damn burst it all flowed out.  She kept going, trying to make her point, hoping that Cremsden would interrupt her before she made a complete fool of herself.  Finally she stopped herself, "I... That's it.  I think I'm ready.  I know I am."

She nodded in affirmation, more to herself than anything and let out a deep breath.  "Sorry, for rambling."


Re: A Senior Request (Cremsden/Aruithil)

Laura Walker
 

Cremsden clicked his tongue before the firelizards on his desk could react. "Bitey! *Leave* it!" he warned, but Bitey was humming his own song of greeting to the little gold anyway. Cremsden never did remember the difference between another male exerting authority and a gold.

A little belatedly he looked at Aru. "What-- oh *no*," he said, sounding genuinely distressed. "Not you too?"

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On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 12:21 AM Rogue Kakashi <snail.on.speed@...> wrote:
"You heard him Myri, play nice!" she instructed her fire-lizard as she opened the door to the Journeyman's Office.  Immediately the little queen announced her presence and took off from Aru's shoulder, flying a quick lap around Cremsden's desk before decided to perch on one of the higher cabinets.  She extended her wings and let out a demanding drill and waited, expecting the other fire lizards to give her their attention.  "Myri!  Oh!  I'm so sorry, sir!"

Aru meekly closed the door behind her and stepped into the room, a sudden and irregular shyness overcoming her.  Usually she was loud and had no problem voicing her opinion on a matter but now... now she felt tongue tied.  "I w-wanted to t-talk to you about... something," she said, her voice nearly inaudible by the time she got to the last word.  No, no!  This wouldn't do!  She shook her head and took a deep breath, "I mean, I came to speak with you about my future here in the craft."

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Re: A Senior Request (Cremsden/Aruithil)

Rogue Kakashi
 

"You heard him Myri, play nice!" she instructed her fire-lizard as she opened the door to the Journeyman's Office.  Immediately the little queen announced her presence and took off from Aru's shoulder, flying a quick lap around Cremsden's desk before decided to perch on one of the higher cabinets.  She extended her wings and let out a demanding drill and waited, expecting the other fire lizards to give her their attention.  "Myri!  Oh!  I'm so sorry, sir!"

Aru meekly closed the door behind her and stepped into the room, a sudden and irregular shyness overcoming her.  Usually she was loud and had no problem voicing her opinion on a matter but now... now she felt tongue tied.  "I w-wanted to t-talk to you about... something," she said, her voice nearly inaudible by the time she got to the last word.  No, no!  This wouldn't do!  She shook her head and took a deep breath, "I mean, I came to speak with you about my future here in the craft."

- Aruithil and Myri


Re: A Senior Request (Cremsden/Aruithil)

Laura Walker
 

"Come in, but tell Myri to play nice!" Cremsden called back. He had somehow become accustomed to the fact that his office was no longer quite his office but the place where Bitey felt free to hang out with however many firelizard hangers on he actually had now. There seemed to be about six today which was making stacking files on his desk interesting. Mostly he just had to find big enough gaps between the firelizards to put papers in.

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On Sat, Mar 28, 2020 at 11:58 PM Rogue Kakashi <snail.on.speed@...> wrote:
Myri's golden tailed wrapped itself around Aruithil's neck, picking up on her owners nerviousness and reacting in her usual motherly and protective manner, even though she was yet to comprehend that nearly choking Aru did not help the situation at all.  "Relax, Myri!" Aru hissed, pulling her tail from her neck.  "All I'm doing it having a chat with Cremsden.  That's all.  A chat.  In his office."

She reached the door and knocked, waiting for the man that had easily become her mentor among all the healers to answer.  "It's Aru," she said after a moment, identifying herself.  Myri let out a squawk, "And Myri."

- Aruithil and Myri



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A Senior Request (Cremsden/Aruithil)

Rogue Kakashi
 

Myri's golden tailed wrapped itself around Aruithil's neck, picking up on her owners nerviousness and reacting in her usual motherly and protective manner, even though she was yet to comprehend that nearly choking Aru did not help the situation at all.  "Relax, Myri!" Aru hissed, pulling her tail from her neck.  "All I'm doing it having a chat with Cremsden.  That's all.  A chat.  In his office."

She reached the door and knocked, waiting for the man that had easily become her mentor among all the healers to answer.  "It's Aru," she said after a moment, identifying herself.  Myri let out a squawk, "And Myri."

- Aruithil and Myri


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

Nutmeg
 

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

Laura Walker
 

"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: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


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

Laurie
 

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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