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

Nutmeg
 

Now that she stopped to properly look at the kid, it was apparent that he was pretty much plastered in stains and with his talk of fruit, that correlated with some of the colours she was looking at. "I'm not sure what you've been up to but to get that much on you meant it had to be good fun!" So he was a bit messy. She... just didn't want to touch him. Stickiness made her a bit... yeah. She didn't do stickiness. But she was also about his age at one point and she also remembered that she had a tendency to come home with more than a few smudges herself - especially if she had been gem hunting.


On Mon, Mar 23, 2020 at 7:41 PM Mya L. R. <mleesan@...> wrote:
Qioyon noticed the older teen walking past, but put her from his mind since she'd obviously walked past without stopping.  So the sudden voice startled him and he lowered his arms, not quite back to his sides, before looking at Ysolde.  "Oh sure!  I mean I've got to be better off than the fruit."  He said, pausing at the end of his comment, then raised his hands just in case she'd not seen all the stains on them.  "I...really didn't mean to get so much of them on me."

On Mon, Mar 23, 2020 at 3:01 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Brushing the crumbs for her tunic as she went, Ysolde had strolled quickly through the tunnels back towards the Barracks. If she didn't hang about, she would have a couple of hours to work on the gems she had under her cot before her next lesson was due to start. She'd had a productive day today and was feeling pleased with herself as she moved quickly through the Barracks, initially walking past the other person who had been stood still. She was so busy with her own thoughts that all she had registered at first was to avoid running into them.

She was a good several steps back when she stopped and looked back, noticing for the first time the slightly lost and sad look on the kid's face. "Hey," she began, back-tracking until she was alongside him. "You okay?"

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Re: (Razelth's Clutch) And So It Begins (Attn: Ysolde/Any)

Nutmeg
 

Even she wasn't so stupid as to recognise dismissal when it came, albeit one that was far politer than perhaps she might have deserved for what was without a doubt, unashamed nosiness. But she had managed to meet Delysia's eye and was proud of herself for that. "Then I shan't keep you any longer," she said with a small bow. "I am often in this vicinity ma'am, if you see me, please do not hesitate to call on me should there be anything I can do."

And just like that, she was watching the Goldrider turn and walk away - her dismissal confirmed. But Ysolde didn't move until she had confirmed that Delysa was definitely out of sight. She had spoken to a Goldrider... and lived to tell the tale. And in that moment, Ysolde decided that if she wanted to be like anyone, it was the woman she had just met. Poised, elegant and smart. There had been a radiant aura of confidence to Delysia that Ysolde wanted to have - or rather, develop her own version of. Yes, she had caught a first hand glimpse of a woman whose world was her oyster and Ysolde was suitably awed. When she finally turned to walk back to the Barracks, certain that the Goldrider had indeed gone, Ysolde was contemplative the whole way. She wasn't really sure of what she had just experienced but it was tucked away as something she would carefully dissect and analyse later and most importantly, she was going to learn everything she could from it and save it for another day.

OoC: And end?

On Tue, Mar 24, 2020 at 1:58 AM <mglady3@...> wrote:
A very good response - polite, diplomatic, subtle. The candidate obviously knew that Razelth was clutching - or at the very least at good reason to suspect so - or otherwise, she'd not have felt any qualms about entering the hatching caverns. Yet she was bright enough to understand that bringing it up would curry no favors with Delysia. Instead, she promised discretion - in the most discrete way possible. The corners of Delysia's mouth curled reluctantly. She did prefer to deal with intelligent people.

She inspected the young woman standing in front of her. She didn't recognize her, which probably meant (though no necessarily) that she'd entered candidacy after Delysia herself had left it. Delysia didn't bother much with candidates as a rule, though with Razelth laying, it perhaps it behoove her to take more of an interested.

"A generous offer. I thank you." She replied, with just a touch of dryness in her tone. "But I do not require any assistance today." She added firmly, a note of dismissal on her voice.

And indeed, Delysia was turning to return into the cavern when she paused to toss a few final words over her shoulder. "If your walk should take you this way again tomorrow, Ysolde, you'll find the cavern open to you. Mind you stick to the stands, though."



On Mon, Mar 23, 2020 at 12:52 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Yes, those were footsteps she heard coming towards her and for a split second, Ysolde had to ask herself whether she had just done something entirely stupid. But then again, sometimes you had to put out feelers in order to find whether you had made a really bad decision... or whether it might actually be worthwhile. Well, if she was sent scurrying away with a cuffed ear, at least she knew she could send an apology later. Correcting her posture just as Delysia came into view, Ysolde bowed politely in greeting. She could do manners and propriety - her Da had always told her she was good at that.

"My lessons are done for the day, ma'am. I was taking advantage of the clear sky to get a brisk walk in before we were called in for evening curfew." No point in making up some silly lie, she felt sure that if she tried to make excuses that Delysia would see right through it. "I always double back around near the cavern because I have to use the steps to get back to the Barracks." Again, true - it was easy to become a bit lazy with days of lessons and Ysolde found it was good for her to get out and stretch her legs. She wasn't sure why, but she had the niggling feeling that she had to be extremely diplomatic with what she said. No presumptions or little exaggerations. "That was when I saw you rush by, ma'am. You seemed in such a hurry and with it being late in the day, I thought it would be rude if I didn't offer any assistance when I was close enough to do so. I know how much Goldriders have to deal with day to day and you must have a lot more to do with Razelth being gravid. If you don't need anything, I will leave you to your peace - I don't want to be any nuisance or intrusion." Although it was a little prim and proper, it was also apparent that Ysolde was being very genuine with what she was saying - without overtures of sucking up. She *didn't* want to be a bother and would leave without argument if asked... or told.

No, as much as she was more than absolutely positive that the lovely gold was indeed gracing the sands with the newest clutch, it had also occurred to her that if that was the case, maybe the Goldrider wanted to enjoy it first. And if something like that was the case, Ysolde actually didn't blame Delysia. She suspected that if it were her, she'd keep it a secret for as long as she could before getting swarmed by eager Candidates, Rankers and everyone else in between. In her experience, it was usually announced, often by the Gold themselves. There had been no such announcements and if asked, Ysolde knew how to keep her mouth shut.

On Mon, Mar 23, 2020 at 1:15 AM <mglady3@...> wrote:
A candidate. Of course, it had to be a candidate. Which probably meant that the news would be all around the barracks by supper time, if that. Then again, Delysia thought with a mental sigh, in a Weyr full of gossips - and only some of them on two legs - there never was any chance that something that had been as highly anticipated as Razelth's clutching could have been kept on the down low. At least, the girl was polite and that did help blunt the edge of Delysia's irritation. 

{{She waited outside and only asked if she might help.}} Razelth paused long enough in the course of rolling her newest egg onto the mound she'd prepared for it to interject gently. 

[[Yes, and showing uncommonly good sense for a candidate.]] Delysia retorted tartly, though her mental words lack real heat.

It took only a few more steps to bring her to the edge of the cavern and face to face with her young interloper. By this time, Delysia had managed to recover most of her usual composure. Enough that the question: "Shouldn't you be in class, Ysolde?" when it came out, sounded more like an actual query than a demand.

On Sun, Mar 22, 2020 at 2:46 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Shells and botheration, it sounded like she had interrupted something. Oh well, too late for it now. Quickly she smoothed down her tunic and straightened up, tucking any loose strands of hair behind her ears in case an angry Goldrider rounded the corner ready to cuff her on the ear. "No one important, ma'am - just a Candidate. I was passing by as you rushed past. I'm Candidate Ysolde. Because I was so close I wanted to see if you needed anything. That's all."

Ysolde's voice was light, but polite and deferential. There was no wheedling or brown-nosing there, just polite calmness as Ysolde waited for what was to happen next - whether it was full Goldrider fury or... something else. She had never met Delysia close up, only seen from afar but she had to admit, there was something admirable about her and if she got a chance for an up close encounter, well, she'd learn everything she could from her. Even if she was also a bit on the scary side.

On Sun, Mar 22, 2020 at 9:21 PM <mglady3@...> wrote:
"Who's there?" Delysia said sharply, spinning to confront the speaker. Of course there was nobody there - it was only the funny acoustics of the cavern that made it sound as if someone had been speaking right behind her. In all fairness, perhaps Delysia should not have been startled. In a weyr of several hundred people, it would have been surprising indeed if someone *hadn't* seen her rush to the hatching caverns and come the obvious conclusion. But Delysia had just been startled out of a very nice moment with Razelth, darn it, and wasn't in any frame of mind to be fair.

"Identify yourself." She ordered, in something closer to her usual coolly courteous tones, as she moved to give herself line of sight on the cavern entrance.


On Sun, Mar 22, 2020 at 1:04 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
It was pure happenstance that she had been so close to the Hatching Caverns when the familiar (and somewhat terrifying) shape of Goldrider Delysia had whirled past her. Ysolde had been enjoying a brisk stroll around the Weyr before the Candidates were called to curfew. Feeling like a sneak, she had crept along the wall until she was at the mouth to the Cavern. It didn't take a genius as to what was going on, the Weyr had been abuzz with quiet joy ever since Razelth had flown.

But Delysia was formidable in her own right and Ysolde didn't want to end up in anyone's bad graces. Least of all hers. But she sensed an opportunity here.

"Mistress?" she called tentatively but the acoustics of the Cavern carried her voice clearly. "Mistress Delysia, I haven't come in and I don't want to disturb you... but can I bring anything to you... or to your Razelth? I know you're busy... I just want to help if I can."

OoC: Feel free to either tell her off heartily or to make her a personal skivvy :P

On Sun, Mar 22, 2020 at 7:17 PM <mglady3@...> wrote:
They say that the job of a goldrider comes with a lot of paper work...and they'd be right. But Delysia has never minded doing paper work. In fact, there's something soothing about the act of dotting her i's and crossing her t's that makes it the perfect way to wind down from a hectic day. She had her essentially supplies laid out before her, pen and ink on the left, a cup of klah on her right (watered down, of course, being late in the day). More importantly - and she was rather proud of this particular arrangement - she had her desk in just the right position for her to glance out the window and be greeted by the sight of her beloved Razelth sunning at her customary spot on the Weyr rim. 

Speaking of which...where was Razelth? Delysia frowned out the window at the conspicuously gold-free rim and tried to recall the last she'd caught sight of her young dragon. Had to have been before that kafuffle in the Lower Caverns - she'd been far too busy sorting that out to have had any time to stare out windows. She reached out with her thoughts, seeking the touch of a familiar mind.

Abruptly she stood, and banged out of her office with such rapidity that she startled an exclamation from a passing rider. 

[[You started without me!]] she accused, facing her young queen across mounds of golden sand.

{{You were busy.}} Razelth replied distractedly, as she gently piled sand into place around a shimmering blue sphere. {{And I had things well in hand. Besides I...ooo...}} She stiffened, her body momentarily rigid with concentration and strain. A few moments later, a steel gray sphere slipped down to join its brethren on the sands. 

"May I?" Delysia breathed, her ire forgotten in the wonder of the moment. She stepped forward and examined the new egg, taking care to keep her hands at her side. When she glanced up again, there was a soft smile on her face - an expression unrecognizable by all but a very small, select few. "We really are doing this, aren't we?" She said softly, her voice full of wonder, pride, trepidation, and a world of other things.



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Re: (Razelth's Clutch) The Ground Rules (Attn: Any Candidates)

Nutmeg
 

Ever since her chance run in with Delysia - well, okay not so much chance as threw herself in the deep end - Ysolde had been bristling with excitement and when it was announced that the Goldrider was coming to speak to the Candidates, Ysolde had felt a deep tingle of satisfaction. She *knew* it! True, there had also been some hastily scribbled calculations as to when Razelth had flown and a few innocent questions of how long a gold typically gestated for. As much as Ysolde didn't like to openly brag, she had enjoyed the feeling that "being right" brought with it. No, it wasn't exactly the achievement of the year, but still, it was just a nice little feeling.

Seated towards the back, even though her toes had itched to drag her to the front in prompt attention, Ysolde had listened to some of the questions and had winced a little when a Candidate she didn't really recognise asked how many eggs there were. So maybe she was a touch nervy but if that was her up there? Well, that would almost feel like doubt that her dragon had done a good job. And there would probably be an acerbic retort for their trouble. She had waited for some other Candidates to ask their questions before she too had raised her hand, getting to her feet when attention was cast her way.

"Thank you for taking the time to come and see us all personally, Goldrider Delysia," she began politely. "I'm sure I speak for everyone when I say that we are overjoyed that Razelth has clutched and the fact that you are here inviting us tells us she is in good spirits." Her last few words were edged slightly and she darted her eyes around the room as if daring someone to challenge it or question as to the validity of the clutch. It was all very diplomatic, that was for sure and she hoped, no she prayed, that she wasn't coming off as anything more than polite and respectful. That was in fact the genuine intention. "Thank you, and to Razelth, for extending the invitation to let us come and visit her. The only question I have is actually more for you, ma'am. Is there anything that we, as Candidates, can do that would be beneficial for you or Razelth should we come visit? For example, rather than have staffers run back and forth, if Candidates are visiting at certain times, would it be helpful if we say, brought meals or linen supplies? I know there is the small weyr for the Goldriders at the Cavern."

It was all very polite and very deliberate. But Ysolde had decided that if she was going to try and win the good graces of anyone, it was going to be Golrider Delysia. Even she wasn't sure why - but she wanted the woman's respect. No, she didn't even imagine friendship was remotely on the charts, but she had this burning need to demonstrate decorum, that despite the thrum of excitement, she could hold it all together.

OoC: No seriously, I have no idea why but Ysolde has decided that Delysia is her new role model xD Other Candies, feel free to thumb their nose and call Ysolde a suck up if they want :P

On Tue, Mar 24, 2020 at 3:15 AM Jenna Cunningham <jenna.layne.cunningham@...> wrote:
His hand shot up, and there was only one burning question in his mind - one that he noticed someone else had already asked. Asheran lowered his arm moments later, after Tyelko finished speaking, feeling a measure of relief; he had heard it was impolite to ask, and impolite to speculate, but there was an ongoing bet among some of the candidates, and he had chores riding on the outcome.

And more than that, honestly. A lot more.



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Re: (Razelth's Clutch) The Ground Rules (Attn: Any Candidates)

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"A real gold dragon, " Val thought to himself. So much of this world was still new to him. He wanted...no he needed to see the magnificent mother of this new clutch. 

Would he be allowed to stand upon the sands in those few weeks time? Most likely not. He was too new. Too untrained. Too unknowing of the riders.

But here would meet the dragon and maybe speak in her presence. He only wished he had his mother's flute. She taught him, and part of him wished he'd had the strength back then to keep it safe. To be among the dragons would have been a dream come true for her. 

His mind was made up. Valouran would first fine a flute and then play his mother's lullaby for the new mother. Her spirit would dance for the exalted creature.


Re: (Razelth's Clutch) The Ground Rules (Attn: Any Candidates)

Jenna Cunningham
 

His hand shot up, and there was only one burning question in his mind - one that he noticed someone else had already asked. Asheran lowered his arm moments later, after Tyelko finished speaking, feeling a measure of relief; he had heard it was impolite to ask, and impolite to speculate, but there was an ongoing bet among some of the candidates, and he had chores riding on the outcome.

And more than that, honestly. A lot more.


Re: (Razelth's Clutch) The Ground Rules (Attn: Any Candidates)

Steelsilver
 

Tyelko raised his hand, almost sheepishly. "I have one, ma'am." he spoke up. "Can- can you tell us how many eggs there are?" Just in case Razelth was in front of one or two, or something.


On Mon, Mar 23, 2020 at 8:01 PM <mglady3@...> wrote:
Delysia's stance was relaxed, feet planted wide, arms behind her back, as she surveyed the sea of faces before her. A small, pale gold firelizard perched on her right shoulder and appeared to study the crowd with bright jeweled-eyed interest.

They looked so very young, Delysia mused as she waited for the last few stragglers to take their seat. Had she looked so very young when she'd been a candidate? "Good afternoon." She began. Her voice was pleasant, though her gaze was cool as she scanned the crowd, ready to spear any would-be troublemaker. "For those you who might not know me, I'm Delysia, rider to gold Razelth. As some you may have already heard, Razelth has laid her clutch in the main hatching cavern. You are welcome to visit her, but before you do, CM Nayari has been kind enough to allow me to come before you to go over a few rules. To be perfectly clear, these are my rules and should be respected *in addition to* any directions that your candidate masters have or will give you. No exceptions."

She paused, checking to make sure that she had everyone's attention. "Firstly, while you're free to visit the caverns, do not approach Razelth or the eggs. Stick to the stands - and the parts of the sands necessarily to approach the stands." She smiled coolly. "You will get your chance to see the eggs up close in a few weeks. The ability to delay gratification is a wonderful trait. I suggest that all of you who wish to become dragonriders cultivate it."

"Secondly, while on the stand, you are welcome to converse. The acoustics of the cavern being what they are, assume that Razelth will hear everything that you say. And so, by extension, will I." She narrowed her eyes. "Exercise discretion."

"Some you may have heard that Razelth is a gentle, easy-going dragon. That is true. But she still has the instincts of a gold mother guarding her clutch. Do not provoke those instincts. If you do, I will know who's at fault."

"Razelth will become bored and will attempt to converse with you. You are welcome to converse back. If you do not wish to converse with her for whatever reason, she will not be offended, so long as you are polite in your refusal."

"Bring pets at your own risk. Anything that runs on to the sands runs the risk of getting eaten. Firelizards will very likely get bossed around by this one." She indicated the flit on her shoulder. "You have been forewarned. Decide accordingly."

"And finally." She paused again to draw breath. "Those of you who are musically inclined may bring your instruments to entertain Razelth, but bad music is absolutely not allowed. If there is a question of whether your music is good or bad, this one will let you know." Again she indicated the firelizard on her shoulder.

"Are there any questions?" 


(Razelth's Clutch) The Ground Rules (Attn: Any Candidates)

mglady3@...
 

Delysia's stance was relaxed, feet planted wide, arms behind her back, as she surveyed the sea of faces before her. A small, pale gold firelizard perched on her right shoulder and appeared to study the crowd with bright jeweled-eyed interest.

They looked so very young, Delysia mused as she waited for the last few stragglers to take their seat. Had she looked so very young when she'd been a candidate? "Good afternoon." She began. Her voice was pleasant, though her gaze was cool as she scanned the crowd, ready to spear any would-be troublemaker. "For those you who might not know me, I'm Delysia, rider to gold Razelth. As some you may have already heard, Razelth has laid her clutch in the main hatching cavern. You are welcome to visit her, but before you do, CM Nayari has been kind enough to allow me to come before you to go over a few rules. To be perfectly clear, these are my rules and should be respected *in addition to* any directions that your candidate masters have or will give you. No exceptions."

She paused, checking to make sure that she had everyone's attention. "Firstly, while you're free to visit the caverns, do not approach Razelth or the eggs. Stick to the stands - and the parts of the sands necessarily to approach the stands." She smiled coolly. "You will get your chance to see the eggs up close in a few weeks. The ability to delay gratification is a wonderful trait. I suggest that all of you who wish to become dragonriders cultivate it."

"Secondly, while on the stand, you are welcome to converse. The acoustics of the cavern being what they are, assume that Razelth will hear everything that you say. And so, by extension, will I." She narrowed her eyes. "Exercise discretion."

"Some you may have heard that Razelth is a gentle, easy-going dragon. That is true. But she still has the instincts of a gold mother guarding her clutch. Do not provoke those instincts. If you do, I will know who's at fault."

"Razelth will become bored and will attempt to converse with you. You are welcome to converse back. If you do not wish to converse with her for whatever reason, she will not be offended, so long as you are polite in your refusal."

"Bring pets at your own risk. Anything that runs on to the sands runs the risk of getting eaten. Firelizards will very likely get bossed around by this one." She indicated the flit on her shoulder. "You have been forewarned. Decide accordingly."

"And finally." She paused again to draw breath. "Those of you who are musically inclined may bring your instruments to entertain Razelth, but bad music is absolutely not allowed. If there is a question of whether your music is good or bad, this one will let you know." Again she indicated the firelizard on her shoulder.

"Are there any questions?" 


Re: (Razelth's Clutch) And So It Begins (Attn: Ysolde/Any)

mglady3@...
 

A very good response - polite, diplomatic, subtle. The candidate obviously knew that Razelth was clutching - or at the very least at good reason to suspect so - or otherwise, she'd not have felt any qualms about entering the hatching caverns. Yet she was bright enough to understand that bringing it up would curry no favors with Delysia. Instead, she promised discretion - in the most discrete way possible. The corners of Delysia's mouth curled reluctantly. She did prefer to deal with intelligent people.

She inspected the young woman standing in front of her. She didn't recognize her, which probably meant (though no necessarily) that she'd entered candidacy after Delysia herself had left it. Delysia didn't bother much with candidates as a rule, though with Razelth laying, it perhaps it behoove her to take more of an interested.

"A generous offer. I thank you." She replied, with just a touch of dryness in her tone. "But I do not require any assistance today." She added firmly, a note of dismissal on her voice.

And indeed, Delysia was turning to return into the cavern when she paused to toss a few final words over her shoulder. "If your walk should take you this way again tomorrow, Ysolde, you'll find the cavern open to you. Mind you stick to the stands, though."



On Mon, Mar 23, 2020 at 12:52 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Yes, those were footsteps she heard coming towards her and for a split second, Ysolde had to ask herself whether she had just done something entirely stupid. But then again, sometimes you had to put out feelers in order to find whether you had made a really bad decision... or whether it might actually be worthwhile. Well, if she was sent scurrying away with a cuffed ear, at least she knew she could send an apology later. Correcting her posture just as Delysia came into view, Ysolde bowed politely in greeting. She could do manners and propriety - her Da had always told her she was good at that.

"My lessons are done for the day, ma'am. I was taking advantage of the clear sky to get a brisk walk in before we were called in for evening curfew." No point in making up some silly lie, she felt sure that if she tried to make excuses that Delysia would see right through it. "I always double back around near the cavern because I have to use the steps to get back to the Barracks." Again, true - it was easy to become a bit lazy with days of lessons and Ysolde found it was good for her to get out and stretch her legs. She wasn't sure why, but she had the niggling feeling that she had to be extremely diplomatic with what she said. No presumptions or little exaggerations. "That was when I saw you rush by, ma'am. You seemed in such a hurry and with it being late in the day, I thought it would be rude if I didn't offer any assistance when I was close enough to do so. I know how much Goldriders have to deal with day to day and you must have a lot more to do with Razelth being gravid. If you don't need anything, I will leave you to your peace - I don't want to be any nuisance or intrusion." Although it was a little prim and proper, it was also apparent that Ysolde was being very genuine with what she was saying - without overtures of sucking up. She *didn't* want to be a bother and would leave without argument if asked... or told.

No, as much as she was more than absolutely positive that the lovely gold was indeed gracing the sands with the newest clutch, it had also occurred to her that if that was the case, maybe the Goldrider wanted to enjoy it first. And if something like that was the case, Ysolde actually didn't blame Delysia. She suspected that if it were her, she'd keep it a secret for as long as she could before getting swarmed by eager Candidates, Rankers and everyone else in between. In her experience, it was usually announced, often by the Gold themselves. There had been no such announcements and if asked, Ysolde knew how to keep her mouth shut.

On Mon, Mar 23, 2020 at 1:15 AM <mglady3@...> wrote:
A candidate. Of course, it had to be a candidate. Which probably meant that the news would be all around the barracks by supper time, if that. Then again, Delysia thought with a mental sigh, in a Weyr full of gossips - and only some of them on two legs - there never was any chance that something that had been as highly anticipated as Razelth's clutching could have been kept on the down low. At least, the girl was polite and that did help blunt the edge of Delysia's irritation. 

{{She waited outside and only asked if she might help.}} Razelth paused long enough in the course of rolling her newest egg onto the mound she'd prepared for it to interject gently. 

[[Yes, and showing uncommonly good sense for a candidate.]] Delysia retorted tartly, though her mental words lack real heat.

It took only a few more steps to bring her to the edge of the cavern and face to face with her young interloper. By this time, Delysia had managed to recover most of her usual composure. Enough that the question: "Shouldn't you be in class, Ysolde?" when it came out, sounded more like an actual query than a demand.

On Sun, Mar 22, 2020 at 2:46 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Shells and botheration, it sounded like she had interrupted something. Oh well, too late for it now. Quickly she smoothed down her tunic and straightened up, tucking any loose strands of hair behind her ears in case an angry Goldrider rounded the corner ready to cuff her on the ear. "No one important, ma'am - just a Candidate. I was passing by as you rushed past. I'm Candidate Ysolde. Because I was so close I wanted to see if you needed anything. That's all."

Ysolde's voice was light, but polite and deferential. There was no wheedling or brown-nosing there, just polite calmness as Ysolde waited for what was to happen next - whether it was full Goldrider fury or... something else. She had never met Delysia close up, only seen from afar but she had to admit, there was something admirable about her and if she got a chance for an up close encounter, well, she'd learn everything she could from her. Even if she was also a bit on the scary side.

On Sun, Mar 22, 2020 at 9:21 PM <mglady3@...> wrote:
"Who's there?" Delysia said sharply, spinning to confront the speaker. Of course there was nobody there - it was only the funny acoustics of the cavern that made it sound as if someone had been speaking right behind her. In all fairness, perhaps Delysia should not have been startled. In a weyr of several hundred people, it would have been surprising indeed if someone *hadn't* seen her rush to the hatching caverns and come the obvious conclusion. But Delysia had just been startled out of a very nice moment with Razelth, darn it, and wasn't in any frame of mind to be fair.

"Identify yourself." She ordered, in something closer to her usual coolly courteous tones, as she moved to give herself line of sight on the cavern entrance.


On Sun, Mar 22, 2020 at 1:04 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
It was pure happenstance that she had been so close to the Hatching Caverns when the familiar (and somewhat terrifying) shape of Goldrider Delysia had whirled past her. Ysolde had been enjoying a brisk stroll around the Weyr before the Candidates were called to curfew. Feeling like a sneak, she had crept along the wall until she was at the mouth to the Cavern. It didn't take a genius as to what was going on, the Weyr had been abuzz with quiet joy ever since Razelth had flown.

But Delysia was formidable in her own right and Ysolde didn't want to end up in anyone's bad graces. Least of all hers. But she sensed an opportunity here.

"Mistress?" she called tentatively but the acoustics of the Cavern carried her voice clearly. "Mistress Delysia, I haven't come in and I don't want to disturb you... but can I bring anything to you... or to your Razelth? I know you're busy... I just want to help if I can."

OoC: Feel free to either tell her off heartily or to make her a personal skivvy :P

On Sun, Mar 22, 2020 at 7:17 PM <mglady3@...> wrote:
They say that the job of a goldrider comes with a lot of paper work...and they'd be right. But Delysia has never minded doing paper work. In fact, there's something soothing about the act of dotting her i's and crossing her t's that makes it the perfect way to wind down from a hectic day. She had her essentially supplies laid out before her, pen and ink on the left, a cup of klah on her right (watered down, of course, being late in the day). More importantly - and she was rather proud of this particular arrangement - she had her desk in just the right position for her to glance out the window and be greeted by the sight of her beloved Razelth sunning at her customary spot on the Weyr rim. 

Speaking of which...where was Razelth? Delysia frowned out the window at the conspicuously gold-free rim and tried to recall the last she'd caught sight of her young dragon. Had to have been before that kafuffle in the Lower Caverns - she'd been far too busy sorting that out to have had any time to stare out windows. She reached out with her thoughts, seeking the touch of a familiar mind.

Abruptly she stood, and banged out of her office with such rapidity that she startled an exclamation from a passing rider. 

[[You started without me!]] she accused, facing her young queen across mounds of golden sand.

{{You were busy.}} Razelth replied distractedly, as she gently piled sand into place around a shimmering blue sphere. {{And I had things well in hand. Besides I...ooo...}} She stiffened, her body momentarily rigid with concentration and strain. A few moments later, a steel gray sphere slipped down to join its brethren on the sands. 

"May I?" Delysia breathed, her ire forgotten in the wonder of the moment. She stepped forward and examined the new egg, taking care to keep her hands at her side. When she glanced up again, there was a soft smile on her face - an expression unrecognizable by all but a very small, select few. "We really are doing this, aren't we?" She said softly, her voice full of wonder, pride, trepidation, and a world of other things.



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Re: On a Walk atten:anyone

Mya L. R.
 

Citruse eyed the other Wher, somewhat less judgmentally than she would've other pets, still she was considering her own opinion.  K'gra though noted they were keeping a distance away from him and Citruse, it was a little disappointing, but considering who was with the Wher he figured it made sense.  "Good day, Weyrwoman.  It's a good day for them out here too hmm."  He inclined his head toward Citruse and then Brogan.


On Mon, Mar 23, 2020 at 7:39 PM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:

~Other wher~ Brogan warned as they came around  a corner and K'gra and Citruse came into view.

 

"It's all right, just give them space," Kassia said, eyeing the pair. There were few other whers that she trusted completely.

 
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Speaking To The Sun (atten: Kassia, Foreth)

Steelsilver
 

Sunstreath had spotted the gold almost immediately when he'd flown up to perch on the Rim, silent for a long few moments as he considered what to do. ((I'des. I'des, there is a gold.)) 

(Course there is, Sun-sun. It's a Weyr, isn't it?)

((Mine. It is a gold.)) 

(So go say hi. Wait, which gold is it?) 

Sunstreath didn't deign to reply, instead swooping to snatch and kill a herdbeast from the pens, and then angling to drop it before the gold, landing just beyond and immediately lowering his head. 

((I have never seen a gold as magnificently beautiful as you.)) 


Re: On a Walk atten:anyone

sailyn2
 

~Other wher~ Brogan warned as they came around  a corner and K'gra and Citruse came into view.

 

"It's all right, just give them space," Kassia said, eyeing the pair. There were few other whers that she trusted completely.


Re: Bathtime (att S'tinas/ any)

Steelsilver
 

I'des grinned, shaking his head. "Nah, Ista born and bred, both of us. Sunstreath there came for me right outta the shell." he responded, still amused by his dragon's attitude. "Don't take it personal if he ignores you. He's not the most social of beasts." 

((You can have a different patch of sun. This one is mine.)) Sunstreath responded, simply, and settled down to bask in just the right pose 

On Mon, Mar 23, 2020 at 3:28 PM Kate Polsom via Groups.Io <kia1983_2003=yahoo.ca@groups.io> wrote:

“Nice to meet you too,” S’tinas replied, shedding his shirt, “You originally from Arolos? I was born in Fort, but raised here. Impressed here too.”

((They think they are so hard done by, yet they know they would be jealous of other riders if they hadn’t met us.)) Lepturuth told Sunstreath, ((I hope he hurries so I can get to sunning too.))

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On Sunday, March 22, 2020, 10:42 PM, Alexander Nakano <theglitteryone2@...> wrote:

I'des snorted, even as Sunstreath gave both riders an arch look and leaped upward, flapping mightily, to go sun himself on the Rim. "You're talking to the eternal dragondrudge here." He joked. "My Sunstreath is very particular. About everything. I'm I'des, by the way. Pleased to meetcha."

On Sunday, March 22, 2020, Kate Polsom via Groups.Io <kia1983_2003=yahoo.ca@groups.io> wrote:
“He has a tendency to be a butt,” S’tinas said with a grin, “He likes to come in with a flourish. I’m S’tinas and that’s Lepturuth.” 

Lepturuth raised a wing in greeting before resting into the water. 

“Make sure you get nice and wet,” S’tinas called out to the bronze.


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On Sunday, March 22, 2020, 9:14 PM, Alexander Nakano <theglitteryone2@...> wrote:

"No problem." I'des chirped, though the bronze rider was significantly wetter. "Who doesn't want a second bath?"

He gave a grin and wave, patting Sunstreath with his other hand. "All done, Sunny. Go ahead and go pose somewhere."  

On Sunday, March 22, 2020, Kate Polsom via Groups.Io <kia1983_2003=yahoo.ca@groups. io> wrote:
S'tinas was hauling the normal bathtime stuff to the Lake. He knew Lepturuth was around, could feel the amusement in his bronze. He looked in the blue sky, watching for the bronze. 

**You aren't going to catch me unawares again.** S'tinas thought to his dragon and grinned when he felt the amusement of his bronze.

Lepturuth came into view and drove towards the Lake, landing with a spectacular splash, sending a good wave towards the shore.

"Well, people are probably used to you," S'tinas said outloud this time, and then called towards the others on shore, "Sorry for the wave!" 



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Re: Bathtime (att S'tinas/ any)

Kate Polsom
 


“Nice to meet you too,” S’tinas replied, shedding his shirt, “You originally from Arolos? I was born in Fort, but raised here. Impressed here too.”

((They think they are so hard done by, yet they know they would be jealous of other riders if they hadn’t met us.)) Lepturuth told Sunstreath, ((I hope he hurries so I can get to sunning too.))

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On Sunday, March 22, 2020, 10:42 PM, Alexander Nakano <theglitteryone2@...> wrote:

I'des snorted, even as Sunstreath gave both riders an arch look and leaped upward, flapping mightily, to go sun himself on the Rim. "You're talking to the eternal dragondrudge here." He joked. "My Sunstreath is very particular. About everything. I'm I'des, by the way. Pleased to meetcha."

On Sunday, March 22, 2020, Kate Polsom via Groups.Io <kia1983_2003=yahoo.ca@groups.io> wrote:
“He has a tendency to be a butt,” S’tinas said with a grin, “He likes to come in with a flourish. I’m S’tinas and that’s Lepturuth.” 

Lepturuth raised a wing in greeting before resting into the water. 

“Make sure you get nice and wet,” S’tinas called out to the bronze.


Sent from Yahoo Mail for iPad

On Sunday, March 22, 2020, 9:14 PM, Alexander Nakano <theglitteryone2@...> wrote:

"No problem." I'des chirped, though the bronze rider was significantly wetter. "Who doesn't want a second bath?"

He gave a grin and wave, patting Sunstreath with his other hand. "All done, Sunny. Go ahead and go pose somewhere."  

On Sunday, March 22, 2020, Kate Polsom via Groups.Io <kia1983_2003=yahoo.ca@groups. io> wrote:
S'tinas was hauling the normal bathtime stuff to the Lake. He knew Lepturuth was around, could feel the amusement in his bronze. He looked in the blue sky, watching for the bronze. 

**You aren't going to catch me unawares again.** S'tinas thought to his dragon and grinned when he felt the amusement of his bronze.

Lepturuth came into view and drove towards the Lake, landing with a spectacular splash, sending a good wave towards the shore.

"Well, people are probably used to you," S'tinas said outloud this time, and then called towards the others on shore, "Sorry for the wave!" 



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

Mya L. R.
 

Qioyon noticed the older teen walking past, but put her from his mind since she'd obviously walked past without stopping.  So the sudden voice startled him and he lowered his arms, not quite back to his sides, before looking at Ysolde.  "Oh sure!  I mean I've got to be better off than the fruit."  He said, pausing at the end of his comment, then raised his hands just in case she'd not seen all the stains on them.  "I...really didn't mean to get so much of them on me."


On Mon, Mar 23, 2020 at 3:01 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Brushing the crumbs for her tunic as she went, Ysolde had strolled quickly through the tunnels back towards the Barracks. If she didn't hang about, she would have a couple of hours to work on the gems she had under her cot before her next lesson was due to start. She'd had a productive day today and was feeling pleased with herself as she moved quickly through the Barracks, initially walking past the other person who had been stood still. She was so busy with her own thoughts that all she had registered at first was to avoid running into them.

She was a good several steps back when she stopped and looked back, noticing for the first time the slightly lost and sad look on the kid's face. "Hey," she began, back-tracking until she was alongside him. "You okay?"

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

Nutmeg
 

Brushing the crumbs for her tunic as she went, Ysolde had strolled quickly through the tunnels back towards the Barracks. If she didn't hang about, she would have a couple of hours to work on the gems she had under her cot before her next lesson was due to start. She'd had a productive day today and was feeling pleased with herself as she moved quickly through the Barracks, initially walking past the other person who had been stood still. She was so busy with her own thoughts that all she had registered at first was to avoid running into them.

She was a good several steps back when she stopped and looked back, noticing for the first time the slightly lost and sad look on the kid's face. "Hey," she began, back-tracking until she was alongside him. "You okay?"

On Mon, Mar 23, 2020 at 6:53 PM Mya L. R. <mleesan@...> wrote:
The day before he'd ruined most of his sevenday's assignments, both Candidate & Crafting.  It'd been too late that day for him to put together an appropriate apology, so during kitchen chores he'd talked a cook into letting him prepare a small fruit bowl for the ACM & journeyman he needed to apologize too.

He left chores with his hands, and several splotches on his arms, discolored in several colors from fruit juices, but had actually built 2 somewhat draconic-shaped fruit sculptures.  The sculptures were where they needed to be, leaving just him a messy indication he'd been into something...colorful.  It was in the middle of the Candidate Barracks that he stopped and raised his arms out in front of him, staring somewhat sadly at the amount of stuff he'd gotten onto himself.


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

Mya L. R.
 

The day before he'd ruined most of his sevenday's assignments, both Candidate & Crafting.  It'd been too late that day for him to put together an appropriate apology, so during kitchen chores he'd talked a cook into letting him prepare a small fruit bowl for the ACM & journeyman he needed to apologize too.

He left chores with his hands, and several splotches on his arms, discolored in several colors from fruit juices, but had actually built 2 somewhat draconic-shaped fruit sculptures.  The sculptures were where they needed to be, leaving just him a messy indication he'd been into something...colorful.  It was in the middle of the Candidate Barracks that he stopped and raised his arms out in front of him, staring somewhat sadly at the amount of stuff he'd gotten onto himself.


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Re: On a Walk atten:anyone

Mya L. R.
 

K'gra pulled his attention from his paperwork as Citruse paced around his office.  She'd been quite for several hours, so it made sense that she might need to stretch her legs after the inactivity.  Just the thought about stretching legs made his own legs feeling its own ache over the prolonged sitting he'd been doing for those hours.  Sighing, he stretched his legs, then shoved himself from his chair putting some of the weight onto his arms while letting his legs readjust to standing.  "Okay, Citruse, how about you see how long it takes us to get back here."  He said before moving to get her set for the long, then lead the way outside.

The lake was one of the last places he took her on their stroll, his mind was already turning back onto the papers awaiting him when the Gold Wher suddenly turned sharply looking at another Wher nearby.  ~*Cit' know 'ere.*~  She sent.


On Mon, Mar 23, 2020 at 1:50 PM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:
Kassia needed a break from her office. Too much time cooped up and doing work made for a cranky Weyrwoman, so she headed out with Brogan at her side. Outside, she turned down a path that passed by the lake. There was always something interesting going along there and people to meet.

 
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On a Walk atten:anyone

sailyn2
 

Kassia needed a break from her office. Too much time cooped up and doing work made for a cranky Weyrwoman, so she headed out with Brogan at her side. Outside, she turned down a path that passed by the lake. There was always something interesting going along there and people to meet.


Re: (ADMIN) Sheet submission

Laura Walker
 

No, if you can see this you're good for that! This is for if you need to make new characters, the site was playing up!


On Mon, Mar 23, 2020 at 11:38 AM marb1957 <dcbabe1@...> wrote:
​Hi Laura, does this mean I need to re-apply for membership to the group??

From: main@arolosweyr.groups.io <main@arolosweyr.groups.io> on behalf of Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...>
Sent: Sunday, March 22, 2020 8:35 AM
To: main@arolosweyr.groups.io <main@arolosweyr.groups.io>; OOC@arolosweyr.groups.io <OOC@arolosweyr.groups.io>
Subject: [arolosweyr] (ADMIN) Sheet submission
 
Hello all

Happy to confirm sheets are back up, feel free to go ahead and submit! We'll go through them as fast as we can but remember we're getting back into the swing of things too and give us chance :)

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Re: (ADMIN) Sheet submission

marb1957
 

​Hi Laura, does this mean I need to re-apply for membership to the group??


From: main@arolosweyr.groups.io <main@arolosweyr.groups.io> on behalf of Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...>
Sent: Sunday, March 22, 2020 8:35 AM
To: main@arolosweyr.groups.io <main@arolosweyr.groups.io>; OOC@arolosweyr.groups.io <OOC@arolosweyr.groups.io>
Subject: [arolosweyr] (ADMIN) Sheet submission
 
Hello all

Happy to confirm sheets are back up, feel free to go ahead and submit! We'll go through them as fast as we can but remember we're getting back into the swing of things too and give us chance :)

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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.