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Kids These Days! atten: Kassia/B'lin

sailyn2
 

Kassia rubbed her temple. It'd been a hard couple of days involving a list of annoying people. She needed a break.

 

((Have Quelenth's join me in one of the private dining rooms in a few minutes,)) Kassia called. It wasn't a request and she was already on her way down. ((Tell him he can have as much wine and such on me.))

 

Foreth grunted but passed on the order.


Re: On a Walk atten:anyone

sailyn2
 

"He's full Callamere," Kassia said. "From before they started differentiating the two lines. He's an awesome boy."

Brogan took a look at the other wher and sniffed slightly at her before turning to his work. He kept an eye out to make sure that the gold one wasn't a threat to His.


Re: Housewarming Presents! (Dytha/Cremsden)

Laura Walker
 

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: Hungry Eyes (ATTN: Tyne)

Jessica Freise
 

For several moments, she let the ex-goldrider. simply hang on. Then with her free hand, she picked up a sweetroll. They ate in pure, comfortable silence then, until Yiyu caught sight of the sun.

"I'm going to be late for my next class," she realized, no rancor in her voice. Rising, she smiled at Tyne.

"We'll see each other again. I promise."

On Mar 29, 2020, at 4:31 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

That hadn't been what she had expected. No, she wasn't sure entirely what to expect other than the horror that normally registered on peoples' faces. Especially the Riders. She didn't blame them, she was a living example of their worst nightmare. It just didn't mean it hurt any less. But she had seen none of that. None of the horror, the sadness and in some, the disgust. None of that at all.

As the hand touched hers, she clutched at it, wrapping both of her hands around the young girl's. "Not everyone will be like me. I know you won't be. You'll be better." She wasn't sure why she meant it, but she did, nodding fervently at Yiyu. 

OoC: This would actually be a really nice note to end it on. Maybe end it on yours after they have a delicious breakfast and she realises she has to leave for classes?

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 9:54 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Dark eyes followed every motion, watching the firelizards' reactions, then Tyne's movements. Her teeth bit down harder on her lower lip as she regarded the worn rider's knots and understood. Even as sheltered and downtrodden as she had been, Yiyu couldn't help but understand. But she showed no pity, no discomfort. reaching out, she took Tyne's hand daringly.

"You're my friend."

On Mar 29, 2020, at 3:52 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

Hmm. Tyne faltered, clearly not sure where to go with this. She had realised of course, just what it was that Yiyu was asking. But could she say it out loud? The silence hung awkwardly between them for several long moments. Picking up on the internal conflict, the flock narrowed their flight path, circling closer, their agitation apparently from the high pitched calls between the young flits. From where she had still been settled on Tyne's shoulder, Bobbin's tail tightened visibly around Tyne's neck, but not enough to cause discomfort and Cairn called up to the group as if to reassure them.

After what seemed like a lifetime, Tyne reached into a pocket wordlessly and pulled something out, placing it on the stone "table". It was a Rider's knots. But not just any. Even as frayed and clearly well twisted as these were, the bright gold thread was still clearly visible. "I was, and then I wasn't. Then I was something else. Now I'm not." She couldn't bring herself to say it in full. Not in any sort of detail. Even now, some days, she waited to awake from this most horrific of nightmares. But she never did. And she never would. 

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 9:33 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"I don't understand."

The words slipped out, resulting in Yiyu nervously biting her lower lip. Something in the eyes again.

"Not that I need to, La- Tyne."

On Mar 29, 2020, at 3:14 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

"I was." And there was a slight hardening of her tone that seemed to say "and then I wasn't" ending the line of conversation that she had been the one to initiate in the first place. She was surprised at Yiyu's next words and it showed, quickly replacing the hard edge her face had taken as quickly as it had appeared. "I know that feeling. I know what it's like to be told that all your life is, is waiting for a suitable husband." Shells but that had been a lifetime ago and then some. Oh, where was that Tyne? The stubborn, petulant girl waiting to be rescued by a blueriding half-brother who never came.

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 8:59 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"You were a Candidate?" she asked, swallowing back the questions that rushed up. Something in the eyes looked wrong and she refused to ruin this lovely outing.

"I was raised to do as I was told, when I was told to do it. To be a wife and a mother and nothing more. I still wake up at night to stare at the ceiling and wonder if I'm built to Impress or just fail."
On Mar 29, 2020, at 2:22 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

"I didn't like it." Tyne said thoughtfully, watching Yiyu as if she could unravel the girl through gaze alone. "What do you mean raised like you?" It was almost impertinently bold, a glimmer of the former goldrider in her rearing its head. She had lost her filter these days, didn't think to assess what she was saying and how it might sound.

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 8:11 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"Like it?" she repeated. 

"I suppose I do," she admitted with another brief quirk of lips. "It's not easy. Not for me as a person, raised as I was, not for any candidate, working hard to Impress and be worthy. But it's something I do like, yes."

On Mar 29, 2020, at 2:01 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

A smile was all it took, a smile said everything was okay again and Tyne's quickly followed. She was as interchangeable as the weather. Settling herself down, Tyne made herself a portion and began daintily picking at it. "I see by your knots you are a Candidate." It wasn't a question, it was a flat statement of fact. "Do you like it?"

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 4:46 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Yiyu smiled at her, hoping to reassure this odd woman who seemed so very mysterious to her. Maybe she would ask Rennitz about her. FOr now, though, she simply joined her in companionably breaking her fast.

On Mar 29, 2020, at 6:07 AM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

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)

Nutmeg
 

That hadn't been what she had expected. No, she wasn't sure entirely what to expect other than the horror that normally registered on peoples' faces. Especially the Riders. She didn't blame them, she was a living example of their worst nightmare. It just didn't mean it hurt any less. But she had seen none of that. None of the horror, the sadness and in some, the disgust. None of that at all.

As the hand touched hers, she clutched at it, wrapping both of her hands around the young girl's. "Not everyone will be like me. I know you won't be. You'll be better." She wasn't sure why she meant it, but she did, nodding fervently at Yiyu. 

OoC: This would actually be a really nice note to end it on. Maybe end it on yours after they have a delicious breakfast and she realises she has to leave for classes?

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 9:54 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Dark eyes followed every motion, watching the firelizards' reactions, then Tyne's movements. Her teeth bit down harder on her lower lip as she regarded the worn rider's knots and understood. Even as sheltered and downtrodden as she had been, Yiyu couldn't help but understand. But she showed no pity, no discomfort. reaching out, she took Tyne's hand daringly.

"You're my friend."

On Mar 29, 2020, at 3:52 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

Hmm. Tyne faltered, clearly not sure where to go with this. She had realised of course, just what it was that Yiyu was asking. But could she say it out loud? The silence hung awkwardly between them for several long moments. Picking up on the internal conflict, the flock narrowed their flight path, circling closer, their agitation apparently from the high pitched calls between the young flits. From where she had still been settled on Tyne's shoulder, Bobbin's tail tightened visibly around Tyne's neck, but not enough to cause discomfort and Cairn called up to the group as if to reassure them.

After what seemed like a lifetime, Tyne reached into a pocket wordlessly and pulled something out, placing it on the stone "table". It was a Rider's knots. But not just any. Even as frayed and clearly well twisted as these were, the bright gold thread was still clearly visible. "I was, and then I wasn't. Then I was something else. Now I'm not." She couldn't bring herself to say it in full. Not in any sort of detail. Even now, some days, she waited to awake from this most horrific of nightmares. But she never did. And she never would. 

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 9:33 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"I don't understand."

The words slipped out, resulting in Yiyu nervously biting her lower lip. Something in the eyes again.

"Not that I need to, La- Tyne."

On Mar 29, 2020, at 3:14 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

"I was." And there was a slight hardening of her tone that seemed to say "and then I wasn't" ending the line of conversation that she had been the one to initiate in the first place. She was surprised at Yiyu's next words and it showed, quickly replacing the hard edge her face had taken as quickly as it had appeared. "I know that feeling. I know what it's like to be told that all your life is, is waiting for a suitable husband." Shells but that had been a lifetime ago and then some. Oh, where was that Tyne? The stubborn, petulant girl waiting to be rescued by a blueriding half-brother who never came.

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 8:59 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"You were a Candidate?" she asked, swallowing back the questions that rushed up. Something in the eyes looked wrong and she refused to ruin this lovely outing.

"I was raised to do as I was told, when I was told to do it. To be a wife and a mother and nothing more. I still wake up at night to stare at the ceiling and wonder if I'm built to Impress or just fail."
On Mar 29, 2020, at 2:22 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

"I didn't like it." Tyne said thoughtfully, watching Yiyu as if she could unravel the girl through gaze alone. "What do you mean raised like you?" It was almost impertinently bold, a glimmer of the former goldrider in her rearing its head. She had lost her filter these days, didn't think to assess what she was saying and how it might sound.

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 8:11 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"Like it?" she repeated. 

"I suppose I do," she admitted with another brief quirk of lips. "It's not easy. Not for me as a person, raised as I was, not for any candidate, working hard to Impress and be worthy. But it's something I do like, yes."

On Mar 29, 2020, at 2:01 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

A smile was all it took, a smile said everything was okay again and Tyne's quickly followed. She was as interchangeable as the weather. Settling herself down, Tyne made herself a portion and began daintily picking at it. "I see by your knots you are a Candidate." It wasn't a question, it was a flat statement of fact. "Do you like it?"

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 4:46 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Yiyu smiled at her, hoping to reassure this odd woman who seemed so very mysterious to her. Maybe she would ask Rennitz about her. FOr now, though, she simply joined her in companionably breaking her fast.

On Mar 29, 2020, at 6:07 AM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

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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The Greenest Pastures (Green Flit Flight!) (Atten: Any Flit)

Steelsilver
 

Lai, normally a quieter flit, gave a sudden trill, calling, before with a few flaps the glowing green was aloft. 

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Re: Hungry Eyes (ATTN: Tyne)

Jessica Freise
 

Dark eyes followed every motion, watching the firelizards' reactions, then Tyne's movements. Her teeth bit down harder on her lower lip as she regarded the worn rider's knots and understood. Even as sheltered and downtrodden as she had been, Yiyu couldn't help but understand. But she showed no pity, no discomfort. reaching out, she took Tyne's hand daringly.

"You're my friend."

On Mar 29, 2020, at 3:52 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

Hmm. Tyne faltered, clearly not sure where to go with this. She had realised of course, just what it was that Yiyu was asking. But could she say it out loud? The silence hung awkwardly between them for several long moments. Picking up on the internal conflict, the flock narrowed their flight path, circling closer, their agitation apparently from the high pitched calls between the young flits. From where she had still been settled on Tyne's shoulder, Bobbin's tail tightened visibly around Tyne's neck, but not enough to cause discomfort and Cairn called up to the group as if to reassure them.

After what seemed like a lifetime, Tyne reached into a pocket wordlessly and pulled something out, placing it on the stone "table". It was a Rider's knots. But not just any. Even as frayed and clearly well twisted as these were, the bright gold thread was still clearly visible. "I was, and then I wasn't. Then I was something else. Now I'm not." She couldn't bring herself to say it in full. Not in any sort of detail. Even now, some days, she waited to awake from this most horrific of nightmares. But she never did. And she never would. 

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 9:33 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"I don't understand."

The words slipped out, resulting in Yiyu nervously biting her lower lip. Something in the eyes again.

"Not that I need to, La- Tyne."

On Mar 29, 2020, at 3:14 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

"I was." And there was a slight hardening of her tone that seemed to say "and then I wasn't" ending the line of conversation that she had been the one to initiate in the first place. She was surprised at Yiyu's next words and it showed, quickly replacing the hard edge her face had taken as quickly as it had appeared. "I know that feeling. I know what it's like to be told that all your life is, is waiting for a suitable husband." Shells but that had been a lifetime ago and then some. Oh, where was that Tyne? The stubborn, petulant girl waiting to be rescued by a blueriding half-brother who never came.

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 8:59 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"You were a Candidate?" she asked, swallowing back the questions that rushed up. Something in the eyes looked wrong and she refused to ruin this lovely outing.

"I was raised to do as I was told, when I was told to do it. To be a wife and a mother and nothing more. I still wake up at night to stare at the ceiling and wonder if I'm built to Impress or just fail."
On Mar 29, 2020, at 2:22 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

"I didn't like it." Tyne said thoughtfully, watching Yiyu as if she could unravel the girl through gaze alone. "What do you mean raised like you?" It was almost impertinently bold, a glimmer of the former goldrider in her rearing its head. She had lost her filter these days, didn't think to assess what she was saying and how it might sound.

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 8:11 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"Like it?" she repeated. 

"I suppose I do," she admitted with another brief quirk of lips. "It's not easy. Not for me as a person, raised as I was, not for any candidate, working hard to Impress and be worthy. But it's something I do like, yes."

On Mar 29, 2020, at 2:01 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

A smile was all it took, a smile said everything was okay again and Tyne's quickly followed. She was as interchangeable as the weather. Settling herself down, Tyne made herself a portion and began daintily picking at it. "I see by your knots you are a Candidate." It wasn't a question, it was a flat statement of fact. "Do you like it?"

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 4:46 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Yiyu smiled at her, hoping to reassure this odd woman who seemed so very mysterious to her. Maybe she would ask Rennitz about her. FOr now, though, she simply joined her in companionably breaking her fast.

On Mar 29, 2020, at 6:07 AM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

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)

Nutmeg
 

Hmm. Tyne faltered, clearly not sure where to go with this. She had realised of course, just what it was that Yiyu was asking. But could she say it out loud? The silence hung awkwardly between them for several long moments. Picking up on the internal conflict, the flock narrowed their flight path, circling closer, their agitation apparently from the high pitched calls between the young flits. From where she had still been settled on Tyne's shoulder, Bobbin's tail tightened visibly around Tyne's neck, but not enough to cause discomfort and Cairn called up to the group as if to reassure them.

After what seemed like a lifetime, Tyne reached into a pocket wordlessly and pulled something out, placing it on the stone "table". It was a Rider's knots. But not just any. Even as frayed and clearly well twisted as these were, the bright gold thread was still clearly visible. "I was, and then I wasn't. Then I was something else. Now I'm not." She couldn't bring herself to say it in full. Not in any sort of detail. Even now, some days, she waited to awake from this most horrific of nightmares. But she never did. And she never would. 


On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 9:33 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"I don't understand."

The words slipped out, resulting in Yiyu nervously biting her lower lip. Something in the eyes again.

"Not that I need to, La- Tyne."

On Mar 29, 2020, at 3:14 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

"I was." And there was a slight hardening of her tone that seemed to say "and then I wasn't" ending the line of conversation that she had been the one to initiate in the first place. She was surprised at Yiyu's next words and it showed, quickly replacing the hard edge her face had taken as quickly as it had appeared. "I know that feeling. I know what it's like to be told that all your life is, is waiting for a suitable husband." Shells but that had been a lifetime ago and then some. Oh, where was that Tyne? The stubborn, petulant girl waiting to be rescued by a blueriding half-brother who never came.

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 8:59 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"You were a Candidate?" she asked, swallowing back the questions that rushed up. Something in the eyes looked wrong and she refused to ruin this lovely outing.

"I was raised to do as I was told, when I was told to do it. To be a wife and a mother and nothing more. I still wake up at night to stare at the ceiling and wonder if I'm built to Impress or just fail."
On Mar 29, 2020, at 2:22 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

"I didn't like it." Tyne said thoughtfully, watching Yiyu as if she could unravel the girl through gaze alone. "What do you mean raised like you?" It was almost impertinently bold, a glimmer of the former goldrider in her rearing its head. She had lost her filter these days, didn't think to assess what she was saying and how it might sound.

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 8:11 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"Like it?" she repeated. 

"I suppose I do," she admitted with another brief quirk of lips. "It's not easy. Not for me as a person, raised as I was, not for any candidate, working hard to Impress and be worthy. But it's something I do like, yes."

On Mar 29, 2020, at 2:01 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

A smile was all it took, a smile said everything was okay again and Tyne's quickly followed. She was as interchangeable as the weather. Settling herself down, Tyne made herself a portion and began daintily picking at it. "I see by your knots you are a Candidate." It wasn't a question, it was a flat statement of fact. "Do you like it?"

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 4:46 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Yiyu smiled at her, hoping to reassure this odd woman who seemed so very mysterious to her. Maybe she would ask Rennitz about her. FOr now, though, she simply joined her in companionably breaking her fast.

On Mar 29, 2020, at 6:07 AM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

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: Housewarming Presents! (Dytha/Cremsden)

Nutmeg
 

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.

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 9:24 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
"Yeah yeah, like me having to treat you when you turn up coughing *your* lungs out is better." Cremsden waved the protest away, carrying the supplies in and setting them on the floor. "In any case I already did this once for the training rooms and those were bigger."

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On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 9:13 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
The slight chuckle turned into a roaring guffaw at Cremsden's theatrics. "Oh please tell me you didn't plan on wasting your free time in this dust hole! You'll be in the Infirmary coughing up your lungs tomorrow!" But it didn't stop her trotting towards the cleaning supplies gleefully, inspecting them like she'd just been given a gold flit egg at Turn's End.

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 8:27 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
Cremsden laughed at her but gently. "Oh, but if you only had a helper who happened to have a free shift and also wandered by Stores to beg some extra cleaning supplies," he teased, walking to the door and opening it to display said supplies "Oh, would you look at that?" 

Bitey, on his shoulder, made a disgruntled noise. The long-suffering expression on the firelizard's face suggested that he was wishing that flits could roll their eyes.

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On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 7:44 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
She tried to dust herself off a bit. But that was about as useful as a teapot made of snow. As one patch was wiped away from her clothes, five more dust clouds settled. "I haven't decided yet. But I can do better in a Craft most of the year around than I can as a Rider. Even if I'm hobbling I can help someone somewhere." Now safe on the ground, she looked around at the shambles surrounding her. But there was a small glimmer of pride there. It was her shambles. She was positive she could transform the place.

"Right, I don't have seats yet, only a couple of boxes with cushions on the top. But the stove has been cleared the way to. It... uh.... just needs cleaning before I can make anything. But I'm going to sort it!" She leapt to attention, looking like a guilty Apprentice that had been caught slacking on the job.

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 4:48 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
"Well, I'd prefer to keep as many of you as possible for humans but..." Cremsden shrugged a little, releasing her now she was down safely. "I'm going to be resigned to the fact I have to share at least a little. Better than losing you all together." Better than the youngsters he'd grown accustomed to losing *every* Hatching who found dragons and never came back.

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On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 4:12 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
What he got was a muttered "Fine." Carefully she used his supporting hands to inch her way back down, precariously stretching out a toe to the ground before taking a leap "Ah hah!" she crowed, looking pleased with herself.

Then she caught what he had said and a guilty expression spread over her features. "Does that count for Apprentice Healers who were going to be a Dragonhealer, accidentally impressed a dragon and then... might be going back to speak to Master Larsin about whether she can continue her Dragonhealing studies again because now they've said she can return to her craft full time unless she's *really*needed?"

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"Well, when we get any serious illness running through we needed them," Cremsden pointed out. "Though we can probably return them to stores now." He kept a firm grip on her hips, not prepared to release her if it risked a fall. "Down you hop now. I don't need an apprentice with a broken ankle."

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On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 3:03 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
The sudden grab was unexpected and although well meaning, had made her jump the proverbial mile. With a squawk she let go of the box and in disastrously slow motion it, and the two boxes beneath it came sliding down. Luckily, as the ragged exterior showed, they appeared to contain an assortment of sheets or similar and landed on the ground with a heavy, but unbroken thump.

The stream of swear words that came from Dytha's mouth was extremely un-ladylike as she wobbled on her makeshift ladder, pushing errant hair from her eyes with a sweaty arm.

"More sheets! I swear, I've found enough sheets to drape the entire Weyr!"

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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: Hungry Eyes (ATTN: Tyne)

Jessica Freise
 

"I don't understand."

The words slipped out, resulting in Yiyu nervously biting her lower lip. Something in the eyes again.

"Not that I need to, La- Tyne."

On Mar 29, 2020, at 3:14 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

"I was." And there was a slight hardening of her tone that seemed to say "and then I wasn't" ending the line of conversation that she had been the one to initiate in the first place. She was surprised at Yiyu's next words and it showed, quickly replacing the hard edge her face had taken as quickly as it had appeared. "I know that feeling. I know what it's like to be told that all your life is, is waiting for a suitable husband." Shells but that had been a lifetime ago and then some. Oh, where was that Tyne? The stubborn, petulant girl waiting to be rescued by a blueriding half-brother who never came.

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 8:59 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"You were a Candidate?" she asked, swallowing back the questions that rushed up. Something in the eyes looked wrong and she refused to ruin this lovely outing.

"I was raised to do as I was told, when I was told to do it. To be a wife and a mother and nothing more. I still wake up at night to stare at the ceiling and wonder if I'm built to Impress or just fail."
On Mar 29, 2020, at 2:22 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

"I didn't like it." Tyne said thoughtfully, watching Yiyu as if she could unravel the girl through gaze alone. "What do you mean raised like you?" It was almost impertinently bold, a glimmer of the former goldrider in her rearing its head. She had lost her filter these days, didn't think to assess what she was saying and how it might sound.

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 8:11 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"Like it?" she repeated. 

"I suppose I do," she admitted with another brief quirk of lips. "It's not easy. Not for me as a person, raised as I was, not for any candidate, working hard to Impress and be worthy. But it's something I do like, yes."

On Mar 29, 2020, at 2:01 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

A smile was all it took, a smile said everything was okay again and Tyne's quickly followed. She was as interchangeable as the weather. Settling herself down, Tyne made herself a portion and began daintily picking at it. "I see by your knots you are a Candidate." It wasn't a question, it was a flat statement of fact. "Do you like it?"

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 4:46 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Yiyu smiled at her, hoping to reassure this odd woman who seemed so very mysterious to her. Maybe she would ask Rennitz about her. FOr now, though, she simply joined her in companionably breaking her fast.

On Mar 29, 2020, at 6:07 AM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

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: Housewarming Presents! (Dytha/Cremsden)

Laura Walker
 

"Yeah yeah, like me having to treat you when you turn up coughing *your* lungs out is better." Cremsden waved the protest away, carrying the supplies in and setting them on the floor. "In any case I already did this once for the training rooms and those were bigger."

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On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 9:13 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
The slight chuckle turned into a roaring guffaw at Cremsden's theatrics. "Oh please tell me you didn't plan on wasting your free time in this dust hole! You'll be in the Infirmary coughing up your lungs tomorrow!" But it didn't stop her trotting towards the cleaning supplies gleefully, inspecting them like she'd just been given a gold flit egg at Turn's End.

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 8:27 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
Cremsden laughed at her but gently. "Oh, but if you only had a helper who happened to have a free shift and also wandered by Stores to beg some extra cleaning supplies," he teased, walking to the door and opening it to display said supplies "Oh, would you look at that?" 

Bitey, on his shoulder, made a disgruntled noise. The long-suffering expression on the firelizard's face suggested that he was wishing that flits could roll their eyes.

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She tried to dust herself off a bit. But that was about as useful as a teapot made of snow. As one patch was wiped away from her clothes, five more dust clouds settled. "I haven't decided yet. But I can do better in a Craft most of the year around than I can as a Rider. Even if I'm hobbling I can help someone somewhere." Now safe on the ground, she looked around at the shambles surrounding her. But there was a small glimmer of pride there. It was her shambles. She was positive she could transform the place.

"Right, I don't have seats yet, only a couple of boxes with cushions on the top. But the stove has been cleared the way to. It... uh.... just needs cleaning before I can make anything. But I'm going to sort it!" She leapt to attention, looking like a guilty Apprentice that had been caught slacking on the job.

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 4:48 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
"Well, I'd prefer to keep as many of you as possible for humans but..." Cremsden shrugged a little, releasing her now she was down safely. "I'm going to be resigned to the fact I have to share at least a little. Better than losing you all together." Better than the youngsters he'd grown accustomed to losing *every* Hatching who found dragons and never came back.

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On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 4:12 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
What he got was a muttered "Fine." Carefully she used his supporting hands to inch her way back down, precariously stretching out a toe to the ground before taking a leap "Ah hah!" she crowed, looking pleased with herself.

Then she caught what he had said and a guilty expression spread over her features. "Does that count for Apprentice Healers who were going to be a Dragonhealer, accidentally impressed a dragon and then... might be going back to speak to Master Larsin about whether she can continue her Dragonhealing studies again because now they've said she can return to her craft full time unless she's *really*needed?"

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 3:25 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
"Well, when we get any serious illness running through we needed them," Cremsden pointed out. "Though we can probably return them to stores now." He kept a firm grip on her hips, not prepared to release her if it risked a fall. "Down you hop now. I don't need an apprentice with a broken ankle."

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On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 3:03 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
The sudden grab was unexpected and although well meaning, had made her jump the proverbial mile. With a squawk she let go of the box and in disastrously slow motion it, and the two boxes beneath it came sliding down. Luckily, as the ragged exterior showed, they appeared to contain an assortment of sheets or similar and landed on the ground with a heavy, but unbroken thump.

The stream of swear words that came from Dytha's mouth was extremely un-ladylike as she wobbled on her makeshift ladder, pushing errant hair from her eyes with a sweaty arm.

"More sheets! I swear, I've found enough sheets to drape the entire Weyr!"

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 2:49 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
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
 

The slight chuckle turned into a roaring guffaw at Cremsden's theatrics. "Oh please tell me you didn't plan on wasting your free time in this dust hole! You'll be in the Infirmary coughing up your lungs tomorrow!" But it didn't stop her trotting towards the cleaning supplies gleefully, inspecting them like she'd just been given a gold flit egg at Turn's End.


On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 8:27 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
Cremsden laughed at her but gently. "Oh, but if you only had a helper who happened to have a free shift and also wandered by Stores to beg some extra cleaning supplies," he teased, walking to the door and opening it to display said supplies "Oh, would you look at that?" 

Bitey, on his shoulder, made a disgruntled noise. The long-suffering expression on the firelizard's face suggested that he was wishing that flits could roll their eyes.

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On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 7:44 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
She tried to dust herself off a bit. But that was about as useful as a teapot made of snow. As one patch was wiped away from her clothes, five more dust clouds settled. "I haven't decided yet. But I can do better in a Craft most of the year around than I can as a Rider. Even if I'm hobbling I can help someone somewhere." Now safe on the ground, she looked around at the shambles surrounding her. But there was a small glimmer of pride there. It was her shambles. She was positive she could transform the place.

"Right, I don't have seats yet, only a couple of boxes with cushions on the top. But the stove has been cleared the way to. It... uh.... just needs cleaning before I can make anything. But I'm going to sort it!" She leapt to attention, looking like a guilty Apprentice that had been caught slacking on the job.

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 4:48 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
"Well, I'd prefer to keep as many of you as possible for humans but..." Cremsden shrugged a little, releasing her now she was down safely. "I'm going to be resigned to the fact I have to share at least a little. Better than losing you all together." Better than the youngsters he'd grown accustomed to losing *every* Hatching who found dragons and never came back.

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On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 4:12 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
What he got was a muttered "Fine." Carefully she used his supporting hands to inch her way back down, precariously stretching out a toe to the ground before taking a leap "Ah hah!" she crowed, looking pleased with herself.

Then she caught what he had said and a guilty expression spread over her features. "Does that count for Apprentice Healers who were going to be a Dragonhealer, accidentally impressed a dragon and then... might be going back to speak to Master Larsin about whether she can continue her Dragonhealing studies again because now they've said she can return to her craft full time unless she's *really*needed?"

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 3:25 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
"Well, when we get any serious illness running through we needed them," Cremsden pointed out. "Though we can probably return them to stores now." He kept a firm grip on her hips, not prepared to release her if it risked a fall. "Down you hop now. I don't need an apprentice with a broken ankle."

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On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 3:03 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
The sudden grab was unexpected and although well meaning, had made her jump the proverbial mile. With a squawk she let go of the box and in disastrously slow motion it, and the two boxes beneath it came sliding down. Luckily, as the ragged exterior showed, they appeared to contain an assortment of sheets or similar and landed on the ground with a heavy, but unbroken thump.

The stream of swear words that came from Dytha's mouth was extremely un-ladylike as she wobbled on her makeshift ladder, pushing errant hair from her eyes with a sweaty arm.

"More sheets! I swear, I've found enough sheets to drape the entire Weyr!"

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 2:49 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
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: Hungry Eyes (ATTN: Tyne)

Nutmeg
 

"I was." And there was a slight hardening of her tone that seemed to say "and then I wasn't" ending the line of conversation that she had been the one to initiate in the first place. She was surprised at Yiyu's next words and it showed, quickly replacing the hard edge her face had taken as quickly as it had appeared. "I know that feeling. I know what it's like to be told that all your life is, is waiting for a suitable husband." Shells but that had been a lifetime ago and then some. Oh, where was that Tyne? The stubborn, petulant girl waiting to be rescued by a blueriding half-brother who never came.


On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 8:59 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"You were a Candidate?" she asked, swallowing back the questions that rushed up. Something in the eyes looked wrong and she refused to ruin this lovely outing.

"I was raised to do as I was told, when I was told to do it. To be a wife and a mother and nothing more. I still wake up at night to stare at the ceiling and wonder if I'm built to Impress or just fail."
On Mar 29, 2020, at 2:22 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

"I didn't like it." Tyne said thoughtfully, watching Yiyu as if she could unravel the girl through gaze alone. "What do you mean raised like you?" It was almost impertinently bold, a glimmer of the former goldrider in her rearing its head. She had lost her filter these days, didn't think to assess what she was saying and how it might sound.

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 8:11 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"Like it?" she repeated. 

"I suppose I do," she admitted with another brief quirk of lips. "It's not easy. Not for me as a person, raised as I was, not for any candidate, working hard to Impress and be worthy. But it's something I do like, yes."

On Mar 29, 2020, at 2:01 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

A smile was all it took, a smile said everything was okay again and Tyne's quickly followed. She was as interchangeable as the weather. Settling herself down, Tyne made herself a portion and began daintily picking at it. "I see by your knots you are a Candidate." It wasn't a question, it was a flat statement of fact. "Do you like it?"

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 4:46 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Yiyu smiled at her, hoping to reassure this odd woman who seemed so very mysterious to her. Maybe she would ask Rennitz about her. FOr now, though, she simply joined her in companionably breaking her fast.

On Mar 29, 2020, at 6:07 AM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

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
 

"You were a Candidate?" she asked, swallowing back the questions that rushed up. Something in the eyes looked wrong and she refused to ruin this lovely outing.

"I was raised to do as I was told, when I was told to do it. To be a wife and a mother and nothing more. I still wake up at night to stare at the ceiling and wonder if I'm built to Impress or just fail."

On Mar 29, 2020, at 2:22 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

"I didn't like it." Tyne said thoughtfully, watching Yiyu as if she could unravel the girl through gaze alone. "What do you mean raised like you?" It was almost impertinently bold, a glimmer of the former goldrider in her rearing its head. She had lost her filter these days, didn't think to assess what she was saying and how it might sound.

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 8:11 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"Like it?" she repeated. 

"I suppose I do," she admitted with another brief quirk of lips. "It's not easy. Not for me as a person, raised as I was, not for any candidate, working hard to Impress and be worthy. But it's something I do like, yes."

On Mar 29, 2020, at 2:01 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

A smile was all it took, a smile said everything was okay again and Tyne's quickly followed. She was as interchangeable as the weather. Settling herself down, Tyne made herself a portion and began daintily picking at it. "I see by your knots you are a Candidate." It wasn't a question, it was a flat statement of fact. "Do you like it?"

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 4:46 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Yiyu smiled at her, hoping to reassure this odd woman who seemed so very mysterious to her. Maybe she would ask Rennitz about her. FOr now, though, she simply joined her in companionably breaking her fast.

On Mar 29, 2020, at 6:07 AM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

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: Housewarming Presents! (Dytha/Cremsden)

Laura Walker
 

Cremsden laughed at her but gently. "Oh, but if you only had a helper who happened to have a free shift and also wandered by Stores to beg some extra cleaning supplies," he teased, walking to the door and opening it to display said supplies "Oh, would you look at that?" 

Bitey, on his shoulder, made a disgruntled noise. The long-suffering expression on the firelizard's face suggested that he was wishing that flits could roll their eyes.

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On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 7:44 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
She tried to dust herself off a bit. But that was about as useful as a teapot made of snow. As one patch was wiped away from her clothes, five more dust clouds settled. "I haven't decided yet. But I can do better in a Craft most of the year around than I can as a Rider. Even if I'm hobbling I can help someone somewhere." Now safe on the ground, she looked around at the shambles surrounding her. But there was a small glimmer of pride there. It was her shambles. She was positive she could transform the place.

"Right, I don't have seats yet, only a couple of boxes with cushions on the top. But the stove has been cleared the way to. It... uh.... just needs cleaning before I can make anything. But I'm going to sort it!" She leapt to attention, looking like a guilty Apprentice that had been caught slacking on the job.

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 4:48 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
"Well, I'd prefer to keep as many of you as possible for humans but..." Cremsden shrugged a little, releasing her now she was down safely. "I'm going to be resigned to the fact I have to share at least a little. Better than losing you all together." Better than the youngsters he'd grown accustomed to losing *every* Hatching who found dragons and never came back.

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On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 4:12 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
What he got was a muttered "Fine." Carefully she used his supporting hands to inch her way back down, precariously stretching out a toe to the ground before taking a leap "Ah hah!" she crowed, looking pleased with herself.

Then she caught what he had said and a guilty expression spread over her features. "Does that count for Apprentice Healers who were going to be a Dragonhealer, accidentally impressed a dragon and then... might be going back to speak to Master Larsin about whether she can continue her Dragonhealing studies again because now they've said she can return to her craft full time unless she's *really*needed?"

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 3:25 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
"Well, when we get any serious illness running through we needed them," Cremsden pointed out. "Though we can probably return them to stores now." He kept a firm grip on her hips, not prepared to release her if it risked a fall. "Down you hop now. I don't need an apprentice with a broken ankle."

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The sudden grab was unexpected and although well meaning, had made her jump the proverbial mile. With a squawk she let go of the box and in disastrously slow motion it, and the two boxes beneath it came sliding down. Luckily, as the ragged exterior showed, they appeared to contain an assortment of sheets or similar and landed on the ground with a heavy, but unbroken thump.

The stream of swear words that came from Dytha's mouth was extremely un-ladylike as she wobbled on her makeshift ladder, pushing errant hair from her eyes with a sweaty arm.

"More sheets! I swear, I've found enough sheets to drape the entire Weyr!"

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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: Hungry Eyes (ATTN: Tyne)

Nutmeg
 

"I didn't like it." Tyne said thoughtfully, watching Yiyu as if she could unravel the girl through gaze alone. "What do you mean raised like you?" It was almost impertinently bold, a glimmer of the former goldrider in her rearing its head. She had lost her filter these days, didn't think to assess what she was saying and how it might sound.


On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 8:11 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"Like it?" she repeated. 

"I suppose I do," she admitted with another brief quirk of lips. "It's not easy. Not for me as a person, raised as I was, not for any candidate, working hard to Impress and be worthy. But it's something I do like, yes."

On Mar 29, 2020, at 2:01 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

A smile was all it took, a smile said everything was okay again and Tyne's quickly followed. She was as interchangeable as the weather. Settling herself down, Tyne made herself a portion and began daintily picking at it. "I see by your knots you are a Candidate." It wasn't a question, it was a flat statement of fact. "Do you like it?"

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 4:46 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Yiyu smiled at her, hoping to reassure this odd woman who seemed so very mysterious to her. Maybe she would ask Rennitz about her. FOr now, though, she simply joined her in companionably breaking her fast.

On Mar 29, 2020, at 6:07 AM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

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
 

"Like it?" she repeated. 

"I suppose I do," she admitted with another brief quirk of lips. "It's not easy. Not for me as a person, raised as I was, not for any candidate, working hard to Impress and be worthy. But it's something I do like, yes."

On Mar 29, 2020, at 2:01 PM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

A smile was all it took, a smile said everything was okay again and Tyne's quickly followed. She was as interchangeable as the weather. Settling herself down, Tyne made herself a portion and began daintily picking at it. "I see by your knots you are a Candidate." It wasn't a question, it was a flat statement of fact. "Do you like it?"

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 4:46 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Yiyu smiled at her, hoping to reassure this odd woman who seemed so very mysterious to her. Maybe she would ask Rennitz about her. FOr now, though, she simply joined her in companionably breaking her fast.

On Mar 29, 2020, at 6:07 AM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

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)

Nutmeg
 

A smile was all it took, a smile said everything was okay again and Tyne's quickly followed. She was as interchangeable as the weather. Settling herself down, Tyne made herself a portion and began daintily picking at it. "I see by your knots you are a Candidate." It wasn't a question, it was a flat statement of fact. "Do you like it?"


On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 4:46 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Yiyu smiled at her, hoping to reassure this odd woman who seemed so very mysterious to her. Maybe she would ask Rennitz about her. FOr now, though, she simply joined her in companionably breaking her fast.

On Mar 29, 2020, at 6:07 AM, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:

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: Housewarming Presents! (Dytha/Cremsden)

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She tried to dust herself off a bit. But that was about as useful as a teapot made of snow. As one patch was wiped away from her clothes, five more dust clouds settled. "I haven't decided yet. But I can do better in a Craft most of the year around than I can as a Rider. Even if I'm hobbling I can help someone somewhere." Now safe on the ground, she looked around at the shambles surrounding her. But there was a small glimmer of pride there. It was her shambles. She was positive she could transform the place.

"Right, I don't have seats yet, only a couple of boxes with cushions on the top. But the stove has been cleared the way to. It... uh.... just needs cleaning before I can make anything. But I'm going to sort it!" She leapt to attention, looking like a guilty Apprentice that had been caught slacking on the job.

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 4:48 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
"Well, I'd prefer to keep as many of you as possible for humans but..." Cremsden shrugged a little, releasing her now she was down safely. "I'm going to be resigned to the fact I have to share at least a little. Better than losing you all together." Better than the youngsters he'd grown accustomed to losing *every* Hatching who found dragons and never came back.

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On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 4:12 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
What he got was a muttered "Fine." Carefully she used his supporting hands to inch her way back down, precariously stretching out a toe to the ground before taking a leap "Ah hah!" she crowed, looking pleased with herself.

Then she caught what he had said and a guilty expression spread over her features. "Does that count for Apprentice Healers who were going to be a Dragonhealer, accidentally impressed a dragon and then... might be going back to speak to Master Larsin about whether she can continue her Dragonhealing studies again because now they've said she can return to her craft full time unless she's *really*needed?"

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"Well, when we get any serious illness running through we needed them," Cremsden pointed out. "Though we can probably return them to stores now." He kept a firm grip on her hips, not prepared to release her if it risked a fall. "Down you hop now. I don't need an apprentice with a broken ankle."

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The sudden grab was unexpected and although well meaning, had made her jump the proverbial mile. With a squawk she let go of the box and in disastrously slow motion it, and the two boxes beneath it came sliding down. Luckily, as the ragged exterior showed, they appeared to contain an assortment of sheets or similar and landed on the ground with a heavy, but unbroken thump.

The stream of swear words that came from Dytha's mouth was extremely un-ladylike as she wobbled on her makeshift ladder, pushing errant hair from her eyes with a sweaty arm.

"More sheets! I swear, I've found enough sheets to drape the entire Weyr!"

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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.

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

Nutmeg
 

Her expression took on a mischievous bent as she gently pulled back the blanket some more. A blanket that had begun to rustle and move of its own accord. "All of them." she beamed as one by one, the tiny and yawning heads of baby firelizards began to pop up between the folds like springs popping out of a mattress. Three... four... five... six... seven.. eight...nine.

Tyne looked nothing but proud of herself and Bobbin stuck her head into the top of the basket, whistling softly at the sleepy babies, a bizarre echo of the way in which Tyne cooed and fussed over her little brood.

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 4:08 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
"What the..." R'zzon looked at the two babies she showed him. Two baby firelizards. "So you Impressed a couple more firelizards?" he said in confusion. But they were so close together. And it was such a large basket...

Suddenly he was wide awake.  "How many friends did you make?" he asked. Panagath was chuckling in the background. R'zzon had the feeling that if Panagath were human, he'd be rolling on the floor right now.

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 9:57 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
"Friends!" she proclaimed again. "You need to wake up some more. You're not making full sentences." Of course, she hadn't known that the poor man had probably only had a mere handful of hours of sleep. She reverently pored over the basket, cooing at it slightly. "I made lots of friends yesterday. At the beach! And they're Bobbin and Cairn's friends too!" Never mind that Cairn wasn't entirely sure about how he felt about the new little interlopers, Bobbin was positively infatuated, no doubt her own maternal streak as a gold feeding from Tyne's own adoration.

She reached for R'zzon's arm, pulling at his sleeve to pull him closer to the table. "You need to be quiet, you'll scare them. They're sleeping." The words were punctuated by barely contained giggles as she eased the lid of the basket halfway off. "Wakey wakey" she cooed into the basket, pulling the folds of a blanket aside to reveal two tiny firelizards, one brown and one green, fast asleep and their bellies distended from their recent breakfast.

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 1:27 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
"Friends?" R'zzon's sleep muddled mind could barely keep up with Tyne's exuberance. His eyes fell upon the basket, but he didn't see what was in it. The way Cairn and Bobbin were hovering around the basket was some type of clue. Something important in the basket. He struggled with connecting the dots.

Cairn and Bobbin were firelizards. Firelizards were small dragons. Dragons were always wanting to eat. Therefore, the basket must have food in it. He nodded, pleased with himself that he'd been able to think rationally.

{{Firelizards are not small dragons, thank you very much,}} Panagath said. {{I'm insulted that you would ever think that.}}

R'zzon ignored him.

"But haven't Bobbin and Cairn always been your friends?" he asked her.

On Sat, Mar 28, 2020 at 4:28 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Tyne was beaming so widely that one wrong move would probably split her face from ear to ear as R'zzon opened his door and bleared at her. Somewhere through the waves of sated sleep and overwhelming glee, she noted his barely awake face.

"Wake up sleepy! I brought my new friends to meet you!"

Brandishing the basket high, she jostled past him into his weyr, practically bouncing with ever step. Like arrows from a bow, Bobbin and Cairn shot after her, settling on the table that Tyne gently set her basket on and huddling around it. It was clear that both flits were on high alert, heads twitching every which way as though assessing the entire room for any possible dangers.

"I made friends! All on my own!" And she was so achingly pleased about that fact. It radiated from her as she puffed up her slim frame and an innocence seemed to ripple from her. It wasn't the strange, childlike Tyne she had been, rather, it was the image of someone who was surrounded by a bubble of innocent naivety. A bubble that kept all of the bad things away. Besides, she was so giddy with all the new noise in her head that it made her feel drunk and the feeling of sated baby flits in her head made her feel heavy and clumsy like she was wading through water. It was delightful. Feelings in a way that she hadn't thought she would remotely feel every again. Patching up the Myrandith space. Not forgetting it. Just making it more bearable. Draping it with brightly coloured flags that made the hole seem a little smaller. Keeping Myrandith sacred. Just... easier to bear.

On Sat, Mar 28, 2020 at 8:00 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
R'zzon had been on late watch, and had fallen into bed in the early hours of the morning. Therefore, he didn't at first hear the persistent knocking.

{{Hey, boyo, your girlfriend's here,}} an amused Panagath said, waking him up from a sound sleep. He wasn't sure what he'd been dreaming about, but whatever it was, he'd liked it. and wanted more.

[[My what?]] he sleepily asked.

{{The no-longer-goldrider you've been around a log.}} 

Tyne? First he bolted up from bed, then realized that if something had happened, Idri would be there and not Tyne herself. "Hang on," he called out, quickly donning a semi-clean shirt and pants. Barefoot he padded over to his door.

"Hi," he said, almost tongue-tied. He didn't see anything untoward at first so he motioned her in. "Come on in. Is everything alright?"

On Sat, Mar 28, 2020 at 1:36 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
OoC: Fuzzied back approximately 2 months and set the day after Tyne finds her brood.

IC: When she had turned up back at home, beaming with rapturous happiness, Idri hadn't know whether to laugh, cry, shout or all of the above. As Tyne had waded into their living quarters, baby firelizards hanging off almost every inch of her (or so it had seemed), the poor Healer had spent the next hour trying to figure out two things, one - what in the wide world had happened and two - had her charge found a nest that didn't belong to her and they were about to get a very angry owner banging on the door.

The story had come out, coaxed between Tyne's distracted thoughts and copious giggles as she bathed and oiled each and every one of her new charges, wrapped in the wonderful cacophony of emotion that flooded her mind and Myrandith's empty space. The sun was barely sunk below the Rim before Idri had found the dragonless woman fast asleep on the couch, exhausted by her day's adventure and snoring lightly.

She had been left there until late into the following morning when Tyne had awoken to the sensation of hunger. Hers and that of nine others. Idri had abandoned her to go to a shift and truth be told, had needed to run away in order to figure out what she was going to do with Tyne. Tyne hadn't cared. No one had told her off and she was so enveloped in new sensations that she drifted along in a bubble of delirious happiness as she spent a blissful two hours tending to her new flock.

There was someone else that she was itching to tell as well. She had tried to make her new friends cling to her like they had yesterday but now, fat and sated they were lazy and snoring. With a "hmph!" she had found something even better, one of the baskets Idri used to organise their laundry. Each little body was tucked into its own nest of a blanket and the basket scooped up as Tyne scampered down the tunnels, trying not to bounce her previous cargo too much. Bobbin and Cairn flew over her, the gold fiercely watching for predators. Her maternal streak had kicked off and then some as Tyne made her way to a familiar door and began rapping on it loudly and persistently.

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