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The Woes of Overconfidence Pt. I ((Z'go/Elowyn))

 

The planet itself had decided to conspire against Elowyn, or so she was convinced that afternoon. A downpour had been raging for most of the day and had waned only a little in the last few hours, but at least the wind had seen fit to let up. It would have been more comfortable to await her ride inside, but Elowyn was doing her best to avoid catching the eye of any wandering Masters. They had a habit of appearing from around a corner to dole out tasks to those who looked to be loitering, and journeymen such as herself were no exception.


Thus she stood under the eaves of the Harper Hall's main entrance, sheltered from the worst of the elements. Tucked against her boots, a single bag held all of her worldly possessions, rarely in one place long enough to accumulate many. The coat she wore had seen better days, scuffed and time-worn, but its thick lining kept the day's wet chill at bay. She kept her hands stuffed in the pockets and dark eyes on the sky. 


From beneath the fur-lined collar of her jacket, a small bronze head poked out beside her ear and trilled a bored, impatient note. She smiled affectionately, but her eyes remained high even when he headbutted her cheek. "I'm not ignoring you, Toki," Elowyn replied to the wave of frustration the flit relayed. "I'm just as ready to be out of here as you are."


He snorted. An image of the meatroll she'd shared with him earlier entered her mind, and she reached up to shove his triangular face back into the depths of her coat. "You've been fed, shut it. You can't fool me. Don't even try." 


She searched the sky for some sign of the dragon that would ferry her South. "And out of this fecking rain," she finished the thought aloud. Toki made a muffled chirp in agreement.


High above the Harper Hall a brown dragon appeared from between and slowly began making its descent, circling the Hall and Hold.  It took him a few minutes, but he landed in the courtyard, maybe twenty feet from where Elowyn was standing. The brown itself was unremarkable, except for the two-toned color scheme, one side being considerably darker than the other, split nearly down the middle, from nuzzle to the tip of his tail.


His rider descended from his back and onto the wet ground, covered in a dark leather poncho that covered his riding gear with a hood that made him nearly unrecognizable.  He made his way to Elowyn at a light trot and then stopped, "Elowyn?" he asked, his voice being perhaps the only thing she might recognize. Acknowledging that fact, he pulled back the hood of his poncho and removed the riding gear that protected his face.  His blonde hair became almost immediately soaked, "What in Faranth's name are you doing here?"


To see the brown appear below the clouds filled Elowyn with relief. /Finally/! Her companion felt the rush of excitement and stirred again, peeking out against her neck with eyes whirling a yellow-green blend. "They're here," she told the little bronze, bending eagerly to grab her only luggage by the strap. A few moments remained to wait while the dragon descended, and they passed with all the speed of molasses for the woman itching to be gone. 


By the time the massive creature touched down in the courtyard and his rider had dismounted, Elowyn had already started toward them. Rain pelted her uncovered head and shoulders, dark curls matted wetly to her skull in short order. When the rider jogged to meet her halfway there, she reached a free hand out to greet him - until her name left his mouth. Stopping abruptly, much to Toki's annoyance if his shrill squeal was anything to go by, she jerked her hand back to safety before he could take it. "--Yes?" She uttered, confused. There was an element of familiarity to his voice that she couldn't place until he removed his hood. 


"Z'go!" The harper gaped, no attempt made to hide the shock she felt. Her mouth fell open, eyes darkened by the overcast sky wide in her pale face. "How in the--" 


Out from beneath her collar, the small bronze fire lizard scrambled to squeeze free of too small an opening. His eyes flared a warning ruby shade, hissing at the unfamiliar rider who had caused His Person distress. "Toki, shush! It's fine!" She seized the dragonet by his serpentine neck before he could hurt himself, and repeated the command more firmly. "I said, NO." He whistled a petulant note, but he had ceased to move.


Finally able to answer Z'go's question, she gave him an apologetic look for the little one's behavior and brushed wet, clinging strands clear of her eyes. "I've been here for a few weeks," she answered cryptically. "I had to check in before moving to my next post. What are YOU doing here? …--Wait, are you my lift to Arolos?"


Z'go just looked at her for a few moments.  How long had it been since their brief encounter?  A few turns, but he still remembered the night as if it were yesterday.  Even soaked she possessed an exotic beauty that made it hard for the brownrider to concentrate.  He jumped slightly when the firelizard seemed to try and lunge at him and gave the creature a bit of a sour look before returning his attention to Elowyn.


"Fiesty little creature," he commented.  She hadn't had him back then, if he recalled correctly.  Z'go took a step foreward, offering to take her bag. Usually he wouldn't bother but he liked this woman.  "I didn't know you were a harper, or I would've made you sing me a song." Deciding that it was best to not tell her he'd trained as a Harper for a short time, he gestured her to follow him back towards his brown.  "This is Gamyth, by the way. He's a brute but he'll give us a smooth ride. What are you going to do in Arolos? I think the lordling is already married."


"He knows better," she said of the little lizard who had already begun to snuggle back down into the safety of her coat. Elowyn was reluctant to admit the depth of her surprise to see him again after so long. His presence brought memories of their brief encounter to the forefront of her mind, and she felt her face warm with subtle color despite the cool rain. She was unaccustomed to being caught off-guard, and it was hard to forget a man who mirrored her fire. 


Allowing him to take the overstuffed bag, she flashed him a thankful smile that broke into sharp, self-deprecating laughter. "Be glad you didn't, my first Master told me I had the singing voice of a wherry. There is a reason I didn't focus on music." Elowyn quickened her stride to keep up with his longer legs as he lead her back toward his waiting dragon. "Gamyth, right, I remember the name. As long as he doesn't bite, we can be friends," she teased, but there was a note of sincerity in her words. She didn't have a particular phobia of dragons, but it was hard not to be a bit intimidated up close. "Hello, handsome," she greeted the brown warmly. 


Z'go's wondering statement regarding the marriage prospects of the Southern holds provoked a roll of her eyes and a flat, unamused expression shot his way. "Ha-ha," she over-emphasized a humorless laugh. "Aren't you funny. No, I'll be stationed in the Weyr for a time. I've been asked to make copies of some records for the Master Archivist."


"I am sure he does," Z'go replied, giving one last wary look at the bronze fire lizard before returning his attention to Elowyn.  He snorted at her comment about her singing talents and assumed she was exaggerating but was willing to let it go, "I hear that the cawing of a wherry is supposed to be seductive in some places," he said, his tone playful, as they approached the brown.  


Gamyth turned his head to get a good look at the woman that Z'go had probably thought too much about and approved of her compliment.  "Gamyth says hello and thank you," Z'go said, transmitting the message from the brown.


"I thought I was... how did you put it?  'Entertaining,'" retorted the brownrider, offering her a hand to help her up onto the dragon.  Rain poured heavily on them all but Z'go seemed unfazed, which was distinctly odd in him. Usually, he'd be rivaling the weather with a storm of curses, but just the sight of Elowyn had put him in a good mood.  She was going to stay at the Weyr? Well, well, well. That was going to be interesting, "So you'll be stationed at the Weyr? Arolos has just gotten much more interesting."


Elowyn, too, was remarkably high-spirited for a woman covered in rainwater and about to make the jump /between/. She appeared only slightly bothered by the chore of keeping her vision clear of the rivulets that threatened to blind her. She focused on Z'go in such a way that it was clear he had become the greater priority, and even cold, sopping inconvenience couldn't spoil it. "Is he always so polite?" Was his rider? She asked the first aloud in curiosity and mild alarm as the dragon turned to study her with eyes that seemed the size of dinner plates. 


"You are certainly /something else/," Elowyn conceded to his rider with a chuckle when prompted by the title she had once given him. " 'Entertaining' is earned, sir. You will have to prove yourself worthy of it."


 She accepted his help climbing onto Gamyth's back gratefully, and paid close attention to buckling the harness once she was situated. She'd be left out for Thread before she trusted the straps to keep her safe, but they were better than nothing. "I should have known a man like you was too wild for the Northern Weyrs." Her voice carried amusement and the hints of approval. "Did you go willingly?" She asked regarding his placement in Arolos.


Once she was up it was his turn to climb onto Gamyth.  He debated for a second taking the front, as was usual, but instead opted for sitting behind her, which gave him the excuse to put his hands on her sides and hips, re-positioning her.  He made sure her back was up against his chest so all he had to do was bow his head slightly and thus speak directly into her ear, his deep baritone voice rumbling softly in his throat as he said, "I'll earn it."


He made sure that they were both strapped in, double checking to make sure neither she nor her bag would fly off in mid flight.  To grab the onto the mount he had to worm his arm a little around her thin body with his right while his left mischievously found its way to her abdomen, upon which he applied a little bit of pressure, pressing her against him a little more.  "You could say I did; the North is a bit too uptight for my tastes. I like it when it's hot and unpredictable."


Gamyth spread his wing upon receiving the mental cue from Z'go and launched himself upwards in the air, giving the rider another excuse to hold her tighter to him.  As the brown gained altitude, Z'go spoke once again into her ear, "Looks like you are going to come with me in the end... Are you ready?"


Elowyn had flown adragonback more than once and knew roughly what to expect from them; when he had her scoot forward allowing him to sit at her back, she cast a knowing glance over one shoulder. Thought he was being sly, did he? His voice so close she could feel his breath against her ear, and she shivered from more than just the rain soaking them. Suspicions confirmed. Part of her couldn't resist playing the tease, and as his hands settled first onto her hips, she squirmed gently in his lap under the guise of getting comfortable. Hidden from view while facing ahead, she wore a mischievous smile. 


Sitting patiently while he went through his checks, Elowyn was pliant when his hand pressed her close. She leaned into it as he spoke, settling against his larger form with another provocative little wiggle - until the fire lizard nestled inside the front of her coat squealed in protest. "Oh, get out if you don't like it," she told the fussy bronze in an annoyed tone. Toki did not complain further, the threat of being dumped into the rain convincing enough.


Without more warning than the unfurling of his wings and the tensing of huge muscles beneath his hide, Gamyth took to the air. Elowyn inhaled a startled gasp, clutching at Z'go's hand reflexively while she fought the spike of adrenaline. Eyes snapped shut, free hand cupped to poorly shield her face from the downpour as they ascended. 


Much calmer than she felt, Z'go's voice above the rush of air was a pleasant distraction from the onslaught, and she focused on it to find her own composure. "I'm ready," she replied, projecting confidence before facing the /between/, though her tight grip did not loosen on his glove.


"That's good," he spoke before transmitting the mental image of the Weyr to Gamyth, who immediately took thim between.


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

 

Kyrel glared at the brownrider's response, thoroughly unimpressed by his attitude. Aru had assigned him a simple task - show the man to a cot - and he had been prepared to do so without complaint, until Z'go reissued the order. Nope, that wouldn't do.

"You here to have a stick pulled out your ass, then?" Sneered Kyrel, rising to the bait and digging in his proverbial heels; he hadn't moved from the spot Aru had left them. "I'll find you extra pillows."

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020, 2:37 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
"You left-- ah, crap." Cremsden grimaced. "Come on, and let's be a bit quick about it. I don't like leaving him alone with kids." And the fact that Aru wasn't that much older than Kyrel herself apparently went unnoticed. 

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On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 11:30 PM Rogue Kakashi <snail.on.speed@...> wrote:
"Shut the feck up you little wherry shit," Z'go snapped back at the kid as soon as he heard the remark. 

He was not in the mood to deal with some little teenager's judgemental remarks.  He would've gladly cracked the kids head open, but he was far too concerned with the pain in his tailbone and how he was going to explain it to Cremsden when the little witch apprentice returned with her master.  "Why don't you do your feckin job and get me a cot like your supposed to."

Not too far away Aru was answering Cremsden, "I asked Kyrel to find him a cot.  He didn't seem too serious.  Want me to bring him to examination room 1?  Or do you want to see him first.  He's as pleasant as ever."

- Z'go and Aruithil



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Re: What Did You Accuse Me Of? atten: Kassia/Ysolde

sailyn2
 

Kassia's eyes roved over the beautiful selection. A candidate could only have so much, but her collection was still impressive. And the dragon-shaped piece was eye-catching. She wanted a closer look. Picking it up, she brought it closer to inspect.


Re: What a mess. (Teyra/I'des)

Steelsilver
 

"He's adorable. A regular bronze in miniature." I'des responded. "Hi there." He paused. "I'm I'des, by the way. Of bronze Sunstreath."


On Sunday, March 29, 2020, Alyx <scottish.wolfecary@...> wrote:
Teyra chuckled a little and held her arm out more. Lali studied the large bronze for a long moment before deciding he was okay, and turning to the man with a curious cheep.

"Yea he is. He's usually pretty friendly with people now. Before he'd try and scold away anyone who bothered me."
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Re: What Did You Accuse Me Of? atten: Kassia/Ysolde

Nutmeg
 

Ysolde watched, resisting the urge to burst out. Maybe the person, whoever they were, was just looking. There was no harm in looking. But the non-descript clothing made the hairs on the back of her neck prickle. Keeping back, out of view, she could just about see into her small cot space and most importantly, see whether this person touched her things.

And in Ysolde's cot there were indeed several lovely little trinkets and gemstones, all of which she had either found or bought herself. Her current pride and joy was a small wired sculpture she was working on and had been for several weeks. Tiny beads of amber had been carefully shaped, polished and drilled and were  being threaded onto the metal strands that were taking the unmistakable shape of a dragon.

OoC: Feel free to have Kassia pick something up. That'll be what would set Ysolde on the warpath :P

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 11:33 PM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:

Some days Kassia just wanted to be less noticeable. Or to try to be. This was one of those days as she wore simple riding leathers and had a guard standing outside the Candidate Barracks instead of bringing Brogan with her.

 

She stepped closer, wanting to admire the glittery objects better.



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

Laura Walker
 

"You left-- ah, crap." Cremsden grimaced. "Come on, and let's be a bit quick about it. I don't like leaving him alone with kids." And the fact that Aru wasn't that much older than Kyrel herself apparently went unnoticed. 

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On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 11:30 PM Rogue Kakashi <snail.on.speed@...> wrote:
"Shut the feck up you little wherry shit," Z'go snapped back at the kid as soon as he heard the remark. 

He was not in the mood to deal with some little teenager's judgemental remarks.  He would've gladly cracked the kids head open, but he was far too concerned with the pain in his tailbone and how he was going to explain it to Cremsden when the little witch apprentice returned with her master.  "Why don't you do your feckin job and get me a cot like your supposed to."

Not too far away Aru was answering Cremsden, "I asked Kyrel to find him a cot.  He didn't seem too serious.  Want me to bring him to examination room 1?  Or do you want to see him first.  He's as pleasant as ever."

- Z'go and Aruithil



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Re: What a mess. (Teyra/I'des)

Alyx
 

Teyra chuckled a little and held her arm out more. Lali studied the large bronze for a long moment before deciding he was okay, and turning to the man with a curious cheep.

"Yea he is. He's usually pretty friendly with people now. Before he'd try and scold away anyone who bothered me."
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Re: What Did You Accuse Me Of? atten: Kassia/Ysolde

sailyn2
 

Some days Kassia just wanted to be less noticeable. Or to try to be. This was one of those days as she wore simple riding leathers and had a guard standing outside the Candidate Barracks instead of bringing Brogan with her.

 

She stepped closer, wanting to admire the glittery objects better.


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

Alyx
 

((Igen is where we came from. Before mine got...retired.)) The old brown snorted in disgust at the idea, and settled into the shallow water with a slosh.  ((You...look like someone. Someone mine knew...but I do not remember. We would have to ask him. He will come here.)) The dragon said this as if it was a matter of course. While also calling out to his rider ((Mine, you must come. I cannot remember.))

Back in his weyr, J'hen blinked at the rather unusual summons. He'd just retrieved yet another slipper from Saly's clutches. too bad it was a little too late. Oh well, he'd just have to send in another order. This was the second pair this week. (Can't remember what Nehryth? That's a long walk you know.)

((This boy, I can't remember. You must see him.)) The dragon replied sagely.  ((If you do not want to come down, I will bring him to you.)) Just because the brown dragon was still fairly mobile, well he knew his rider wasn't as fit as he once had been, and sometimes would make mild concessions for him.

J'hen blinked in his weyr, wondering what on Pern his dragon was on about, what boy? But before he could ask that question, Nehryth again took things into his own hands, er well claws.

The brown's attention turned back to the lad with the soggy papers and told him ((Gather your things, you will come with me. And don't take off your shoes.))
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Re: Tail-Bone of a Person ( Cremsden/Kyrel/Z'go/Aruithil )

Rogue Kakashi
 

"Shut the feck up you little wherry shit," Z'go snapped back at the kid as soon as he heard the remark. 

He was not in the mood to deal with some little teenager's judgemental remarks.  He would've gladly cracked the kids head open, but he was far too concerned with the pain in his tailbone and how he was going to explain it to Cremsden when the little witch apprentice returned with her master.  "Why don't you do your feckin job and get me a cot like your supposed to."

Not too far away Aru was answering Cremsden, "I asked Kyrel to find him a cot.  He didn't seem too serious.  Want me to bring him to examination room 1?  Or do you want to see him first.  He's as pleasant as ever."

- Z'go and Aruithil


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

Nutmeg
 

Surprise, surprise, Nayari was in her office. Doing paperwork. Again. Sometimes it seemed like there was a never ending stream of paperwork to do. Unfortunately with a new clutch on the sands, that meant her paperwork load look like it quadrupled and there were large piles of files, Candidate files, sitting on her shelves. New eggs meant new dragons. And that meant making sure the Candidates were up to scratch in every possible way. As it was getting on a bit on the day, she was letting herself wind down, sipping from a goblet of wine as she perused her notes. Hmm. That needed chasing up.

When Marith quietly bespoke her, murmuring into her thoughts that Bronzerider R'bor was coming to see her, Nayari's first instinct was that no doubt, someone had been up to no good. Why wasn't that surprising. And then Marith reminded her that the meeting had been prearranged and Nayari remembered, checking her schedule to see her own neat writing telling her as such.

When the knock came, she was ready. Settled on her cushioned perch behind Nayari's desk, Vecna looked up with an inquisitive chirrup, rustling her golden wings.

"Come in!" Nayari called out, setting her papers to one side.

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 11:20 PM Rogue Kakashi <snail.on.speed@...> wrote:
It had been years (though not as many as he liked to think) since R'bor had been in the candidate barracks but he still knew his way around them.  A couple of candidates spotted the bronzerider knots on his shoulder and gave him space to pass.  He knew exactly where he was going:  The candidate master's office.

He had been thinking about this for quite some time.  He enjoyed the life of a dragonrider, but as of late he'd felt that there was a lull... like, too much free time, sometimes.  R'bor liked being active, he liked feeling like he was progressing towards some goal.  So a few days ago he'd had Vukoth bespeak Marith on his behalf and set up this meeting for today.

The bronzerider approached the door and knocked, still a few minutes early.  


- R'bor



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

 

Kyrel felt like his brain might begin to ooze out of his skull if he learned one more folding method that morning, so he was grateful for the interruption. Aru's warning regarding the rider that walked in made heavy brows rise consideringly. His eyes shifted to Z'go warily.

When Aru abandoned him with the foul-mouthed rider, Kyrel stared after her for a moment, unsure what to do. "Uh, sure." He fixed Z'go with a thoughtful frown, hooking his thumbs on the pocket of his apron. 

"Wouldn't kill you to be less of a dick," he remarked once the girl was gone.

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020, 2:07 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:


She didn't really wait for Kyrel to reply and went off in search of the Journeyman, sending her firelizard ahead to seek him out.

"Cremsden?  Z'go is here," she told him as soon as she found him.  "He's asking for you.  Says he's hurt."


"Well, it's not a Fall so that narrows down the possibilities," Cremsden said lightly, though he was already standing and reaching for his bag. "Where'd you put him?" 

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Re: Candidates - Cleaning up the foliage (Devika, Any Candidates)

Alyx
 

Lerian watched all the others running around, talking and tossing debris about. He was glad that Sandy was helping, but amused at the little gold's scolding of Star. He turned to Devika with a smile and shrug.

"It's alright, Star's a bottomless pit still. There's nothing he won't try and eat. Besides..he knows I don't like bugs much so he's, well 'saving' me from them." The young boy chuckled. He couldn't help remembering why he didn't much care for bugs, after all one had nearly gotten him killed. 

Sandy, after a moment's consideration turned his attention back to his too big stick and warbled a friendly greeting at the brown nearby, and cheeping a question and simply formed idea of 'help'?  Star  looked at the queen as if she was a bit crazy and when another bug scuttled out from a leaf behind her gave a squeak of triumph and pounced on it, gobbling half of it up, before remembering manners were a thing, and tried offering the other half of bug to the queen.
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Walk In Applications ( Nayari / R'bor )

Rogue Kakashi
 

It had been years (though not as many as he liked to think) since R'bor had been in the candidate barracks but he still knew his way around them.  A couple of candidates spotted the bronzerider knots on his shoulder and gave him space to pass.  He knew exactly where he was going:  The candidate master's office.

He had been thinking about this for quite some time.  He enjoyed the life of a dragonrider, but as of late he'd felt that there was a lull... like, too much free time, sometimes.  R'bor liked being active, he liked feeling like he was progressing towards some goal.  So a few days ago he'd had Vukoth bespeak Marith on his behalf and set up this meeting for today.

The bronzerider approached the door and knocked, still a few minutes early.  


- R'bor


Re: Housewarming Presents! (Dytha/Cremsden)

Laura Walker
 

"No, believe me, if there had been food Bitey would have been after it," Cremsden assured her. He rolled his sleeves up and set to work lifting down the most wobbly looking of the higher boxes. "The Infirmary might want a bit of this - empty numbweed jars, that kind of crap - but I promise you are not expected to inventory it. Let's just make sure it's dumped somewhere else safely and the next time I get a batch of Candidate apprentices who think we're their 3 hour a day playtime that can be their job."

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On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 10:58 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
"Ah hah! So you're to blame! You know, when I first came up a few days ago, I couldn't even get the door open because stuff had fallen down behind it. Now I know I can blame someone for it." There was a cheeky mirth to her words as she gleefully grabbed hold of a new, non dust-filled rag and bottle of cleaning agent. "I did think about doing that. But figured I should at least open the top to make sure it's not valuable or filled with something useful I can pilfer. Like crates of biscuits so I can hide them as emergency rations should we ever run out of food."

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 10:39 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
Cremsden laughed. "You know it is just *slightly* possible that I dumped half of these here unopened when I cleared out the training rooms," he admitted. "Which is to say unless you desperately want to check all of them in case you find something useful I wouldn't bother. Not your job to find out where things *should* live. Just have to find some other conveniently empty space to dump them in and make them someone else's problem."

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 9:40 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
The "pshaw" and wave of her hand suggested that she didn't think that would be happening to her any time soon. Maybe in a week. "I'm starting to think they lied to me. There isn't a weyr under all of this. Just more mountains of boxes." She looked around as if wondering where to start first. That was part of the problem, there was so much in the way that she couldn't decide what needed to be done. "I got Ponth's ledge cleared first so she could sleep there. And I managed to get my bed in around that corner." The "weyr" was an unusual shape in that the door entering it entered into a narrow hallway first. The short wall had evidently come down at some point but had then allowed for a smaller cave-like section to be revealed which she was hoping she would be able to put a curtain across in order keep her bed from sight.At some point, she suspected that her "sleeping area" had in fact been some form of adjoining cupboard or similar. It then opened out into a smaller area where the stove could just about be seen in the corner. All being well, there would be just enough room for a couple of chairs and low table. 

Through all of this was a narrow trail that led to the way to Ponth's new ledge and somewhere, somewhere behind all of the rubbish, was a door to what she hoped was a still functioning bathing pool. But at this rate, she had already consigned herself to the possibility that it would be nothing more than a glorified hole in the ground.

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Re: What Did You Accuse Me Of? atten: Kassia/Ysolde

Nutmeg
 

Coming back from the bathing pool, Ysolde ran a towel through her hair as she walked. The exercise drills this morning had been tough but sinking into the hot water afterwards had been beyond blissful. Clean and in a fresh uniform, Ysolde felt infinitely better already. She would get her homework, go to the Dining Hall for some lunch and still be back in time for afternoon classes! 

As she came around the corner, she stopped, darting back behind the wall so as not to be seen. Why was someone by her cot?! It wasn't one of the Candidatemasters and Nayari was normally decent enough to inform them if there was going to be a bed check. From the distance of several metres, Ysolde could see that the person was female and possibly a Rider judging by the attire. But that was about it. Poking her head slightly around the corner, she watched them, her green eyes narrowing as she waited to see what they would do.

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 11:07 PM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:

Kassia stepped out of T'rifoshe's office. She was making her weekly rounds checking on the Candidates and visiting her uncle at the same time.

As she passed through towards the exit, she spotted a some jewels and jewelry laid out next to one of the Candidate's cot. She paused a moment to admire them before heading on.



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What Did You Accuse Me Of? atten: Kassia/Ysolde

sailyn2
 

Kassia stepped out of T'rifoshe's office. She was making her weekly rounds checking on the Candidates and visiting her uncle at the same time.

As she passed through towards the exit, she spotted a some jewels and jewelry laid out next to one of the Candidate's cot. She paused a moment to admire them before heading on.


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

Laura Walker
 



She didn't really wait for Kyrel to reply and went off in search of the Journeyman, sending her firelizard ahead to seek him out.

"Cremsden?  Z'go is here," she told him as soon as she found him.  "He's asking for you.  Says he's hurt."


"Well, it's not a Fall so that narrows down the possibilities," Cremsden said lightly, though he was already standing and reaching for his bag. "Where'd you put him?" 

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

Rogue Kakashi
 

"So you fold this one this way because it's easier to pull out of this bin, and those other bigger ones you fold the other way I showed you because they usually go into storage," Aruithil concluded, her grande finale to a nearly twenty minute lecture on blanket folding to the only candidate-healer on duty, a boy named Kyrel.  "Any ques.... oh no."

Out of the corner of her eye she caught the sight of Z'go. The large blonde man was walking stiffly, his face filled with anger.  She'd had had multiple run ins with him before and had very little patience for the man.  Aru was immediately on alert, "Be careful with this one," she warned Kyrel as she moved to intercept Z'go.

"What do you want, Z'go?" she asked him, sternly.  Had it been anyone else she would've been as polite and professional as could be, but kidnappers lost that privileged in her eyes.

"Where's Cremsden?" "He's busy, what do you want?"

"I don't have time for your shit, just get me Cremsden," Z'go snapped.  He seemed to realize what he'd just did and he tried to compose himself, breathing in deeply through his nose and releasing it.  "I got fecking hurt.  I would like to speak with fecking Cremsden.  Please."

"Better, even though it's rude to swear," she replied with a smirk and turned to Kyrel.  "Do you mind watching Z'go for me?  Find him a cot."

She didn't really wait for Kyrel to reply and went off in search of the Journeyman, sending her firelizard ahead to seek him out.

"Cremsden?  Z'go is here," she told him as soon as she found him.  "He's asking for you.  Says he's hurt."


- Aruithil and Z'go





Re: Housewarming Presents! (Dytha/Cremsden)

Nutmeg
 

"Ah hah! So you're to blame! You know, when I first came up a few days ago, I couldn't even get the door open because stuff had fallen down behind it. Now I know I can blame someone for it." There was a cheeky mirth to her words as she gleefully grabbed hold of a new, non dust-filled rag and bottle of cleaning agent. "I did think about doing that. But figured I should at least open the top to make sure it's not valuable or filled with something useful I can pilfer. Like crates of biscuits so I can hide them as emergency rations should we ever run out of food."


On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 10:39 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
Cremsden laughed. "You know it is just *slightly* possible that I dumped half of these here unopened when I cleared out the training rooms," he admitted. "Which is to say unless you desperately want to check all of them in case you find something useful I wouldn't bother. Not your job to find out where things *should* live. Just have to find some other conveniently empty space to dump them in and make them someone else's problem."

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 9:40 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
The "pshaw" and wave of her hand suggested that she didn't think that would be happening to her any time soon. Maybe in a week. "I'm starting to think they lied to me. There isn't a weyr under all of this. Just more mountains of boxes." She looked around as if wondering where to start first. That was part of the problem, there was so much in the way that she couldn't decide what needed to be done. "I got Ponth's ledge cleared first so she could sleep there. And I managed to get my bed in around that corner." The "weyr" was an unusual shape in that the door entering it entered into a narrow hallway first. The short wall had evidently come down at some point but had then allowed for a smaller cave-like section to be revealed which she was hoping she would be able to put a curtain across in order keep her bed from sight.At some point, she suspected that her "sleeping area" had in fact been some form of adjoining cupboard or similar. It then opened out into a smaller area where the stove could just about be seen in the corner. All being well, there would be just enough room for a couple of chairs and low table. 

Through all of this was a narrow trail that led to the way to Ponth's new ledge and somewhere, somewhere behind all of the rubbish, was a door to what she hoped was a still functioning bathing pool. But at this rate, she had already consigned herself to the possibility that it would be nothing more than a glorified hole in the ground.

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Baldrick: The servants.
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