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Re: Camping Trip Greenflight!!: Into the Unknown ((Attn: Kinara/Arendelth, any chasers))

Rosiegirl
 

Laying tense between 2 unknown bodies with her eyes still closed, Kinara was trying to focus on her breathing and staying calm. If she'd been hurt, or at least feeling more pain than just her current abnormal level of soreness, she'd have failed horribly at staying calm, so at the moment she was just managing to hold herself still as she breathed and tried to remember more about last night. It was Kinara's green dozing with an air of satisfaction that made Kinara remember the unexpected Flight even if she couldn't recall who she ended up with. Because, of course, what other explanation could there be to *her* waking up between two firm, warm, male bodies out in the open air except a Flight.

She was pulled from her limited memories by the person in front of her, the person whose muscled chest was plastered against her own soft one, moving and Kinara held her breath. The sudden hand patting her shoulder, even lightly, had her jump slightly at the extra contact as a deep voice rumbled in her ear, feathering her hair against her neck with his breath. But the voice saying her name and telling her she was safe...it was familiar. But she couldn't quite place it yet. Kinara finally opened her eyes to see who still had their hand on her shoulder, but the bright light blinded her and she winced and ducked her head back down as her eyes closed again. 'Well, they know I'm awake now...can't...can't hide anymore.' Kinara thought to herself. 

As the male in front of her yawned and stretched, causing Kinara to feel his skin rub against hers with how closely they were still tangled with each other, Kinara unwrapped her arms from him and reached up a hand to rub at her eyes with a groan that echoed his own. Kinara was about to open her eyes again and respond when not only did he sit up after squeezing her shoulder, but she then heard the voice behind her...and this voice was *not* familiar at all. She began to tense up again with his arms around her still when suddenly they weren't anymore and this man was sitting up too. 

Able to breathe again now that she wasn't totally pressed up against a pair of bodies, Kinara covered her eyes slightly and opened them to the bright light as she followed their lead and sat up too. As she sat up, she curled her legs a bit closer, very conscious of her nakedness, and then wrapped her arms around her chest. 

She looked..an absolute mess. Yes, there was the normal look of a woman well-kissed, the slight puffy redness to her lips and reddened skin from the burn of someone's beard, but there was more. Her normally wavy red/brown hair that fell to the middle of her back, which had been still damp when the Flight had ended, looked an absolute fright as it fanned out from her head just as full of volume as it was of leaves, twigs, grass, and even some sand. And...the rest of her body wasn't much better. She was covered with sand and grass-stains, and under that were bruises as if from hands gripping her while others looked like bruises from pointed rocks, even some scraped skin from those sharp rocks too. Kinara bruised like a soft-skinned fruit and she hated it. 

Feeling tiny sitting in the grass between these large, muscular men, Kinara glanced up and met first D'vik's brown gaze. A surprised look crossed her face before she couldn't help the small smile...not just with how his hair looked but at the fact that he'd stayed. She finally nodded her head silently to his question if she was ok, before turning to look at the man on her other side, her arms still wrapped around her chest.

Looking at the other man as he talked about his dragon being smug, she didn't recognize him at all...and, with...with no knots in sight she had no reference on what color dragon he rode or if he was a rider with any kind of rank. And that...that not knowing made her nervous. Lowering her eyes down respectfully, Kinara again nodded silently before saying in a softer, slightly uncertain voice "Y-yes sir, I mean sirs. I'm fine. T-thank you both for asking." 

Then, in response to his previous statement Kinara stammered out a repeat of the night before "Yes...yes it was a surprise. It wasn't time...she shouldn't have Flown again so soon. I don't know why she did, I'm so sorry to the both of you, D'vik and...um.." Here Kinara's rambling faltered and the words trailed off in embarrassment as her cheeks flamed in a blush.

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On Fri, Jan 8, 2021 at 2:14 PM Kouga <hanjikouga@...> wrote:
Get'ew was not entirely sure where he was, but he was very sure it was
oddly cold. He remembered he had volunteered for the camping trip, but
what after that? No that issue could wait actually the current issue
was that he was only half cold, and half cold was entirely odd. He
reached out to Pengith prodding the brown about why he was cold, but
was also very sure there was sun and yet they weren't up.

He mentally grumbled when Pengith just gave him a mental feeling of
smugness in returned, but it was enough to distract him for a brief
moment and miss the initial tensing of muscles from the person in
front of him that would have told him more. It was the very male voice
though that did cause him to actually wake up some because he knew the
body he was pressed against was very much not male, well at least he
didn't know any males with breasts.

He cracked his eyes open trying to let his eyes adjust to the light,
though it did take a moment and by then there was movement. "Well this
is not how morning starts." The brownrider offered before realizing
that he was still very much holding onto the body in front of him and
releasing the woman. "I take it this was a surprise for all?" he added
moving back a bit and shuffling into a sitting position "I think my
ability to move right now says I've been sleeping on my hide work too
much. Pengith is going to be most smug..." he paused remembering the
brown's reply "..no make that already is too smug." he sighed
automatically running his hands though his hair trying to straighten
the mess out.

"Is everyone ok?" he added realizing he hadn't actually asked yet,
maybe it showed how often he was actually involved in flights that it
had taken him so long to actually ask. Well not /long/ so much as it
hadn't been the first thing he asked.

*Kouga*

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Re: Three Men and a Note (attn: R'kyo, Get'ew, Sh'ain)

Kouga
 

Most attention had been on the Hatching, and was on everyone's mind for several days later. That, of course, didn't stop pregnant women from going into their own Labor during that period, or from dumping that child into the creche afterward. Mezemme didn't really give them much information to go on for this new baby. But, she'd told them one thing that prompted them into sending out three letters that would soon be delivered to R'kyo, Get'ew & Sh'ain.
'Good day, sir
Let me first apologize for possibly adding more onto your plate after
the recent Hatching, among other events. Apparently you're one of
three men who may've had some sort of...'relations'...with one Mezemme
about 7 Turns ago that resulted in her first child. A daughter that's
since been named Mezea. It was just in these last few days that we
were provided the names of Mezea's potential fathers.

Mezemme has...already made her position on Mezea's care known. And,
though belated, we wanted to make sure all the other potential fathers
also had a chance to have some say about that too...'

The note continued on by listing some standard care information.
There was no other mention about Mezemme or what her position was
before the note had been signed by the crecheworker that'd written the
note.<<

Get'ew blinked at the note that was left with him and he could feel
Pengith in the back of his mind curious about the note and the message
is held. He wasn't sure about this, but well he was a rider and
Pengith did chase from time to time, even if it wasn't as often. Still
it was a bit of a surprise especially so late after the fact by seven
turns, but still if this Mezea was his or could be his he felt a need
to at least meet her and see what he could offer her. He hadn't ever
thought to have children at all given well his preferences, but well
again rider so he wasn't sure why it hadn't occurred to him.

Despite his thoughts on the matter though it ended up taking him a
couple of days to free up enough space on his desk to feel ok leaving
his office for well any reason that wasn't related to Pengith or
feeding himself basically. So a couple of days later he made his way
to the creche, looking more than a bit awkward as he was stopped by
the worker and asked why he was there. He offered her the note he had
folded up and placed in his pocket "I was hoping to meet her." he
explained to the person who nodded and moved away presumably to see if
Mezea was free and wanted to meet him, or at least he assumed so or
hoped so? Honestly he wasn't sure any more.

ooc: know this is super late, but didn't know if ya still wanted to do
this or not cause I know Aaron replied, but enver saw follow up so
tossin this out incase...

*Kouga*

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Frost Fayre: Now We Can Both Flame (Indali, any)

Ren
 

Prompt: You try a new food or drink which smells amazing and it turns out to be the spiciest thing you have ever put in your mouth

The Frost Fayre was amazing! Indali walked about High Reaches bundled up well looking at all the sights and snow. Snow was a brand new oddity that she'd never seen in her life being born and bred in Arolos, so this was a whole new experience for her as well as Tanivith. The lanky green herself was currently on a nearby mountain actually playing in the snow, stalking invisible things and jumping into the snow with a wild shriek. Indali could feel the joy that her partner was feeling and it bolstered her with a spring in her step through the crowds.

Something extremely enticing caressed Indali's nose and she paused with her mouth watering. What was that and where could she get some? Trying to follow the scent and also stopping passers-by to ask them led her to a stall selling flame-broiled wherry covered in an orange sauce and served with tubers and vegetables. She approached the stall with wide eyes to the amusement of the cooks there. They sold her a steaming plate and insisted on her taking a mug of klah free of charge which Indali thought odd but went with. She found a place to sit and started to eat, vegetables first. Before she finished them, she cut off a piece of the wherry and popped it into her mouth with an explosion of flavor that had her seeing stars. It was fantastic! Indali chewed enthusiastically and went back for a second bite, getting halfway through it before freezing with a whimper. Her mouth was suddenly on fire! 

Whimpering, Indali swallowed her bite and drained her klah mug and finished her tubers to help quell the pain. She felt Tanivith stop playing and focus on her with concern, dragon mouth working as though chewing firestone.

{{Did you accidently eat firestone?}} Tanivith asked curiously and a bit skeptically. Indali shook her head despite that her dragon couldn't see it. The green could feel the negative reaction though and thought a minute. {{I've got an idea!}} She scooped up pawsful of snow and flew back to High Reaches, hovering until she found her distressed human and dropping her load on her poor partner. Indali shrieked at the sudden lump of cold surrounding her but got the hint quickly, eating snow and groaning when it helped. {{Success!}} Tanivith lashed her tail in triumph and went to sit on a nearby ledge to keep an eye on Indali. {{Keep eating the snow, it's helping. If you can't eat the rest of it, I will.}}

{{I want to eat it, though,}} Indali protested while digging out a hole for her face so that she could take another bite. {{It's so tasty even while it hurts. It's just spicy is all.}} She kept eating her wherry, alternating it with bites of snow to freeze her mouth. As she was covered in snow, she couldn't see those around her laughing at her.
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Re: Camping Trip Greenflight!!: Into the Unknown ((Attn: Kinara/Arendelth, any chasers))

Kouga
 

Get'ew was not entirely sure where he was, but he was very sure it was
oddly cold. He remembered he had volunteered for the camping trip, but
what after that? No that issue could wait actually the current issue
was that he was only half cold, and half cold was entirely odd. He
reached out to Pengith prodding the brown about why he was cold, but
was also very sure there was sun and yet they weren't up.

He mentally grumbled when Pengith just gave him a mental feeling of
smugness in returned, but it was enough to distract him for a brief
moment and miss the initial tensing of muscles from the person in
front of him that would have told him more. It was the very male voice
though that did cause him to actually wake up some because he knew the
body he was pressed against was very much not male, well at least he
didn't know any males with breasts.

He cracked his eyes open trying to let his eyes adjust to the light,
though it did take a moment and by then there was movement. "Well this
is not how morning starts." The brownrider offered before realizing
that he was still very much holding onto the body in front of him and
releasing the woman. "I take it this was a surprise for all?" he added
moving back a bit and shuffling into a sitting position "I think my
ability to move right now says I've been sleeping on my hide work too
much. Pengith is going to be most smug..." he paused remembering the
brown's reply "..no make that already is too smug." he sighed
automatically running his hands though his hair trying to straighten
the mess out.

"Is everyone ok?" he added realizing he hadn't actually asked yet,
maybe it showed how often he was actually involved in flights that it
had taken him so long to actually ask. Well not /long/ so much as it
hadn't been the first thing he asked.

*Kouga*

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Re: A Different Kind of Hatching atten: Kassia/M'gal/Sh'ain/B'lin/R'tal/N'shen/healer

Aaron
 



On Thu, Jan 7, 2021, 20:54 Alyx <scottish.wolfecary@...> wrote:
Cotai started to shake her head, then felt an uncomfortable cramp in her back, that spread around to her front. She grunted in surprise and put a hand on her belly. Wyelloth turned her head sharply around to look at the pair. 

(Mine, are you alright?) The green's eyes whirled with her sudden anxiety.

Cotai was about to answer the green when another one hit, this one squeezing a wheeze out of her at the pain.

When it released she looked at N'shen, a bit nervously, saying, "I think...I should go too."

"Oh. Oh!" N'shen rushed to Cotai's side to help her to stand. Three new babies, then. It was especially good that he had stayed home. And especially good he had sent marks with Bl'by for baby and mama presents.

"Come on, then, love. We'll get there together. It's going to be OK."


Re: A Different Kind of Hatching atten: Kassia/M'gal/Sh'ain/B'lin/R'tal/N'shen/healer

Alyx
 

Cotai started to shake her head, then felt an uncomfortable cramp in her back, that spread around to her front. She grunted in surprise and put a hand on her belly. Wyelloth turned her head sharply around to look at the pair. 

(Mine, are you alright?) The green's eyes whirled with her sudden anxiety.

Cotai was about to answer the green when another one hit, this one squeezing a wheeze out of her at the pain.

When it released she looked at N'shen, a bit nervously, saying, "I think...I should go too."
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Re: How Did... Bonus! (C'fan, Bl'by, anyone at the faire)

Ren
 

C'fan did stay, knowing that voice to be one of the best healers that Arolos had to offer. He was surprised to see Cremsden there with Kassia so near birth but it was what it was. Not all the blood was the traders? He looked over himself curiously and, sure enough, did find at least one cut that was in fact on him and was also bleeding.

"Huh, would you look at that," he mused almost absently. C'fan stood by part calmly, part tensely as he waited for the guard and for Cremsden to do his thing. 
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Re: How Did... Bonus! (C'fan, Bl'by, anyone at the faire)

Laura Walker
 

You never just got a day off, even at a Gather. Someone yelled for a Healer, somewhere in the crowd, and Cremsden turned towards the shout automatically. Could be anything -- someone fainting in the crush, someone starting labour or even -- oh hey, looked like a knife fight.

There was a frozen moment where he wished, really *wished* he'd been doing  this part of the Gather with Cuylar. Something about someone Cuylar's size tended to put most people off attacking. Then he sighed and dropped down to his knees by the fallen man, glad he'd brought his bag with him today out of pure habit. It was going to be another nice dress shirt ruined some part of the back of his mind noted as he bent over the Trader, first checking he was alive.

"Someone -- you with the beard -- get a guard," he said crisply. "You, bronzerider, stay right here please. Besides anything else I'm not sure all this blood is his." He spoke firmly, hoping that an air of authority might carry him through and see him automatically obeyed rather than stabbed.

On Thu, Jan 7, 2021 at 2:01 AM Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:
Prompt: You get very drunk and discover you have several more marks than when you started the Gather in your pocket and no memory of how you got them. Are they even yours?

Gathers were great, C'fan knew. Really anyone knew that- you had at least one day, maybe two, where there was no Thread and you could do as you pleased within the law. Eat bubbly pies until you're sick, drink until either your marks run out or you pass out, and buy things you'll never need. C'fan fell neatly into the second category and was hammered on High Reaches grog, In fact, he was so hammered that he came to tearing into a huge piece of roast with a huge bulge in his pocket. That was curious since it wasn't where his member was. C'fan stuck his hand in his pocket and sobered up real damn quick- those were marks outside of his pouch. Trying to be subtle, he pulled out the handful and about dropped them when he saw the whole mark designations. C'fan did a quick tally before shoving them in his pouch. That was seven marks! That was almost half his Turnly salary. What was he going to do with it?

{{Where did it come from?}} Resmeinth asked gruffly. The bronze hated when his rider drank like that mostly because he couldn't see through his eyes well enough to know what was going on. 

{{Who cares? I've got ten marks now so I'm going to have an even bigger ball!}} C'fan smirked at his dragons disgusted snort and shoved another fork full of meat into his mouth.

{{Instead of buying more of that alcohol, why not buy something for someone else? Like that bluerider you're fancying now.}} Resmeinth made a point, C'fan realized like a slap in the face. Bl'by! He wanted the bluerider to genuinely like him, so what better way than a gift? He finished his food quickly and went off to browse the shops. Clothes seemed right out since he didn't really know Bl'by's style, plus he hated buying clothes for anyone including himself. Jewelry got a better look, especially necklaces and the like, but he also passed there. Did he really want to put anything like a collar on Bl'by? Nah, he was partnered with too many people. C'fan didn't want a mob coming after him.

Then there was the knives.

Now here C'fan did stop. Every rider had a knife for honor duels, it was tradition. Some were simpler than others based on preference or what one could afford. With the marks in his pocket, though, C'fan realized that he could buy just about any knife he wanted. He browsed for quite a while, drawing the trader's attention several times until C'fan was forced to talk to them to relieve suspicion.

"I'm looking for a knife for a lover. He rides blue and is a pretty popular guy." C'fan figured that that summed up Bl'by as accurately yet subtly as he could. "Do you have a knife that's kind of blue?"

"I do, though it's on the pricier side." The trader turned and came back with a knife whose metal shone pale blue and had darker blue stripes running down the blade and curling around the hilt. "This will set you back eight marks, bronzerider." The trader almost looked smug as though he was sure C'fan couldn't afford that on a gift knife. He wasn't prepared for C'fan to smirk and pull up his pouch.

"Seven, you say? Sounds rather high, what about six?" 

"Hang on there, rider, I said eight, not seven," the trader retorted with a frown and pulled the knife back. C'fan snorted and shook his head.

"Hey now, I can afford that, it was just a slip of my tongue. You sure you won't go down?"

"Not even by a 32nd." The trader's stance was firm and unmoveable, even C'fan had to admit it. So the bronzerider fished out most of the marks and set them out to the trader's shock. "What... where did you get this?!" The suspicious snarl set C'fan aback and had him blinking in shock. "No rider but the Weyrwoman earns this much."

Deciding that telling this man that they just showed up in his pocket while drunk wasn't exactly smart, C'fan decided to bluff. "I'm from Arolos, can't you tell by my knot colors? I have quite the paycheck there plus we just got a bonus for a good tithe year. Eight marks is absolutely in my budget. Obviously since it's right there on the counter. Or are you saying that you question a bronzerider's honor?"

That got the trader to shut up. The mere thought of possibly dueling a rider was galling but so was the thought of taking stolen marks. Taking a slow breath, the man nodded. "Know what, I do. You southern types have weird ways and aren't trustworthy. If you thought pulling the card that you're from that backwater jungle would give you credit, then you were wrong. I challenge you, bronzerider."

On the ledge where he was sitting, Resmeinth bellowed in outrage. How dare someone challenge his rider's honor! C'fan himself smirked and took back the marks, pocketing them so they weren't stolen, and  made a grand gesture. "Lead the way then, trader, to where you think it best to duel."

"Oh no, southerner, you're not luring me away from the open area. What, you think I'm stupid enough to just let you walk me about like a herdbeast with a rope in its nose off to slaughter? Here and now." The man drew a different blade, blue one pushd into his belt for safety. C'fan blinked at the sight of bare steel.

"I thought that you meant a fistfight. I'll only ask you once more- are you certain that you wish to do this" There was a dangerous look in C'fan's eye as he shifted his stance and put a hand on the hilt of his own dagger. When the trader raised his knife, C'fan snorted and drew his. "Very well."

Onlookers quicklly cleared a circle for them and a crowd gathered just as fast. A fight was exciting enough but a duel with a rider was even more exciting. C'fan and the trader circled for a moment before the trader lunged. C'fan ducked and raised his knife to deflect the blow  and moved back. They circled again but before C'fan could strike, the trader lunged again with a double lunge which caught C"fan down the arm. Resmeinth bellowed again in rage and pain that echoed in C'fan's hiss. Blood started down the bronzerider's arm but he couldn't stop to deal with it. He feinted and while the trader fell for his first movement, C'fan lunged and sank his blade into the arm of the trader.

"Stand down!" C'fan barked at the man. "Yield and walk away with your life. I don't want to kill you." 

The trader, however, wasn't hearing it and lunged with rage in his eyes. Without flinching, C'fan ripped his knife out of the man and sank it into his chest. He stepped back with his bloody knife in hand and sighed. He looked up at the crowd for a moment before leaning down and taking the blue and silver knife he'd been after in the first place.

"Does anyone know if this man has family here? Or even just apprentices in his shop?" No one answered so C'fan, in full view of everyone, counted out eight marks and deliberately set them on the stall counter before going to walk off.
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Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


Re: A Different Kind of Hatching atten: Kassia/M'gal/Sh'ain/B'lin/R'tal/N'shen/healer

Aaron
 



On Thu, Jan 7, 2021, 13:23 sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:

In the meantime she had Foreth call to the dragons of all the potential fathers. ((Mine clutches!)) she called into the five male minds.

Truenoth turned to look in the direction where N'shen sat with his own very pregnant weyrmate. He was doubly glad then that he had decided not to risk being away from the Weyr for the Frost Fayre.

"Love, Kassia is going into labor," he said to Cotai. His heart began to beat faster already. Very soon, he would have two more children. "I should at least check in with the Infirmary. Can I get you anything before I go?"


A Different Kind of Hatching atten: Kassia/M'gal/Sh'ain/B'lin/R'tal/N'shen/healer

sailyn2
 

Kassia had been slowing down more and more by the day. With two babies taking up her abdomen, she wasn't moving much at all, but she couldn't stay sitting around so she tried to get paperwork done where she could. She was at her desk when the first distantly-familiar contractions came upon her and as they grew closer she knew that she had to get to the Infirmary. With I'des help she headed to the Infirmary where they got her ready.

In the meantime she had Foreth call to the dragons of all the potential fathers. ((Mine clutches!)) she called into the five male minds.


Re: (Frost Fayre) Baby It's Cold Outside (And I Can't See) (atten: any)

Steelsilver
 

((Mine was by the warm food. He is.. still there?)) Sunstreath responded, after a snort, double checking just in case. ((He says he will stay there.)) The bronze calmed. ((Yours will assist mine?)) 


We Went WHERE? (L'nel/Hemiseth, any)

Ren
 

The bluepair emerged from between with what started as a bugle to the watchdragon but quickly turned into a shriek of outrage as the cold and snow hit Hemiseth's hide.

{{What is this wherryshit?!}} the blue demanded quite loudly while twisting and turning in the air to try to avoid the flurries. L'nel had to hold on tightly with both leg and arm, body plastered to his dragon's neck and quite glad for his goggles so that he could see.

{{It's snow! We're in High Reaches for the Frost Fair. Now please land before I go flying.}} L'nel's distress managed to get through to Hemiseth as the dragon landed while trying in vain to avoid touching the snowdrifts. L'nel quickly dismounted and was quite glad to hear the crunch of snow hearalding his connection to the ground. As soon as he was off, Hemiseth shoved his nose into his chest with a begging look.

{{Please, where can I get warm, L'nel?}} Hemiseth begged of his rider in such a tone that L'nel felt such empathy.

"I don't know, Hemiseth. I'm not from here, I'm from Ista. Ask some of the local dragons and see if they can help you." He caressed the hazy nose before him consolingly. "I wish that I could help you more but that's all that I can think of."

With an almost forlorn sigh, Hemiseth lifted his head to look towards the Weyr Rim. The pair heard a bronze bellow in fury and wondered at that until Hemiseth relayed the news. {{Resmeinth's duels. His honor has been questioned. I will go sit with him.}}

L'nel watched his blue take off while wondering when Hemiseth suddenly liked a Fortian bronze. Was Resmeinth in their wing? He didn't think so, but he could be. For now, L'nel put up his dragon's straps and set out to enjoy the fair while his partner suffered the cold.
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How Did... Bonus! (C'fan, Bl'by, anyone at the faire)

Ren
 

Prompt: You get very drunk and discover you have several more marks than when you started the Gather in your pocket and no memory of how you got them. Are they even yours?

Gathers were great, C'fan knew. Really anyone knew that- you had at least one day, maybe two, where there was no Thread and you could do as you pleased within the law. Eat bubbly pies until you're sick, drink until either your marks run out or you pass out, and buy things you'll never need. C'fan fell neatly into the second category and was hammered on High Reaches grog, In fact, he was so hammered that he came to tearing into a huge piece of roast with a huge bulge in his pocket. That was curious since it wasn't where his member was. C'fan stuck his hand in his pocket and sobered up real damn quick- those were marks outside of his pouch. Trying to be subtle, he pulled out the handful and about dropped them when he saw the whole mark designations. C'fan did a quick tally before shoving them in his pouch. That was seven marks! That was almost half his Turnly salary. What was he going to do with it?

{{Where did it come from?}} Resmeinth asked gruffly. The bronze hated when his rider drank like that mostly because he couldn't see through his eyes well enough to know what was going on. 

{{Who cares? I've got ten marks now so I'm going to have an even bigger ball!}} C'fan smirked at his dragons disgusted snort and shoved another fork full of meat into his mouth.

{{Instead of buying more of that alcohol, why not buy something for someone else? Like that bluerider you're fancying now.}} Resmeinth made a point, C'fan realized like a slap in the face. Bl'by! He wanted the bluerider to genuinely like him, so what better way than a gift? He finished his food quickly and went off to browse the shops. Clothes seemed right out since he didn't really know Bl'by's style, plus he hated buying clothes for anyone including himself. Jewelry got a better look, especially necklaces and the like, but he also passed there. Did he really want to put anything like a collar on Bl'by? Nah, he was partnered with too many people. C'fan didn't want a mob coming after him.

Then there was the knives.

Now here C'fan did stop. Every rider had a knife for honor duels, it was tradition. Some were simpler than others based on preference or what one could afford. With the marks in his pocket, though, C'fan realized that he could buy just about any knife he wanted. He browsed for quite a while, drawing the trader's attention several times until C'fan was forced to talk to them to relieve suspicion.

"I'm looking for a knife for a lover. He rides blue and is a pretty popular guy." C'fan figured that that summed up Bl'by as accurately yet subtly as he could. "Do you have a knife that's kind of blue?"

"I do, though it's on the pricier side." The trader turned and came back with a knife whose metal shone pale blue and had darker blue stripes running down the blade and curling around the hilt. "This will set you back eight marks, bronzerider." The trader almost looked smug as though he was sure C'fan couldn't afford that on a gift knife. He wasn't prepared for C'fan to smirk and pull up his pouch.

"Seven, you say? Sounds rather high, what about six?" 

"Hang on there, rider, I said eight, not seven," the trader retorted with a frown and pulled the knife back. C'fan snorted and shook his head.

"Hey now, I can afford that, it was just a slip of my tongue. You sure you won't go down?"

"Not even by a 32nd." The trader's stance was firm and unmoveable, even C'fan had to admit it. So the bronzerider fished out most of the marks and set them out to the trader's shock. "What... where did you get this?!" The suspicious snarl set C'fan aback and had him blinking in shock. "No rider but the Weyrwoman earns this much."

Deciding that telling this man that they just showed up in his pocket while drunk wasn't exactly smart, C'fan decided to bluff. "I'm from Arolos, can't you tell by my knot colors? I have quite the paycheck there plus we just got a bonus for a good tithe year. Eight marks is absolutely in my budget. Obviously since it's right there on the counter. Or are you saying that you question a bronzerider's honor?"

That got the trader to shut up. The mere thought of possibly dueling a rider was galling but so was the thought of taking stolen marks. Taking a slow breath, the man nodded. "Know what, I do. You southern types have weird ways and aren't trustworthy. If you thought pulling the card that you're from that backwater jungle would give you credit, then you were wrong. I challenge you, bronzerider."

On the ledge where he was sitting, Resmeinth bellowed in outrage. How dare someone challenge his rider's honor! C'fan himself smirked and took back the marks, pocketing them so they weren't stolen, and  made a grand gesture. "Lead the way then, trader, to where you think it best to duel."

"Oh no, southerner, you're not luring me away from the open area. What, you think I'm stupid enough to just let you walk me about like a herdbeast with a rope in its nose off to slaughter? Here and now." The man drew a different blade, blue one pushd into his belt for safety. C'fan blinked at the sight of bare steel.

"I thought that you meant a fistfight. I'll only ask you once more- are you certain that you wish to do this" There was a dangerous look in C'fan's eye as he shifted his stance and put a hand on the hilt of his own dagger. When the trader raised his knife, C'fan snorted and drew his. "Very well."

Onlookers quicklly cleared a circle for them and a crowd gathered just as fast. A fight was exciting enough but a duel with a rider was even more exciting. C'fan and the trader circled for a moment before the trader lunged. C'fan ducked and raised his knife to deflect the blow  and moved back. They circled again but before C'fan could strike, the trader lunged again with a double lunge which caught C"fan down the arm. Resmeinth bellowed again in rage and pain that echoed in C'fan's hiss. Blood started down the bronzerider's arm but he couldn't stop to deal with it. He feinted and while the trader fell for his first movement, C'fan lunged and sank his blade into the arm of the trader.

"Stand down!" C'fan barked at the man. "Yield and walk away with your life. I don't want to kill you." 

The trader, however, wasn't hearing it and lunged with rage in his eyes. Without flinching, C'fan ripped his knife out of the man and sank it into his chest. He stepped back with his bloody knife in hand and sighed. He looked up at the crowd for a moment before leaning down and taking the blue and silver knife he'd been after in the first place.

"Does anyone know if this man has family here? Or even just apprentices in his shop?" No one answered so C'fan, in full view of everyone, counted out eight marks and deliberately set them on the stall counter before going to walk off.
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Firedance, Let's Bring the Cold! (T'eko, Firedance Wing, Foreth, Talith)

Ren
 

Seeing the Weyrlings having so much fun warmed T'eko's heart and called back his own weyrlinghood which... less warmed his heart. He recalled his fight with O'lie and the new rules that imposed plus the disappointment that incurred from his idol R'tal. Well, R'tal hadn't been his idol then but he'd become so at the time. It was then where the brownrider had become his idol. He'd wished then for someone to help him and do something kind and now T'eko had a chance to do so. He would rally Firedance to go North and collect snow for the weyrlings. All he needed was R'tal's permission-

... or did he? T'eko stopped three steps out of his office and turned back to look at it. What he saw was the Wingleader's office. Not Wingsecond like his knots denoted, but Wingleader. With R'tal serving as co-Weyrleader, that made T'eko acting Wingleader for Firedance. Okay then, that settled that. Reaching out with his mind for his dragon, T'eko actually issued the first orders of his time.

{{Brocarth, call all of Firedance to help haul snow. Those who are injured or pregnant are excused, and if anyone has any reason they don't think they should help, have them tell us and we'll consider it. Also contact Foreth and Talith to ask for clearance.}}

Brocarth acknowledged the order with a grunt and stretched on his ledge. {{Firedance! Acting Wingleader T'eko wants everyone who can to muster. We're going North to get snow for the weyrlings' gather. Anyone whose rider is injured or pregnant is excused and if you or your rider think you should be as well, tell me and we can discuss it. Assemble in the bowl for strap checks and coordinates.}}

Satisfied with that muster (and receiving mental praise from his rider for his clarity), Brocarth turned his attention to his sire and dam. {{Talith, my rider and I are rallying Firedance to go north and collect snow for the Weyrlings. All we need is permission.}} To Foreth, the brown's mindvoice grew more respectful. {{Glorious Sun, do you have any objections to my wing going to collect snow for your latest clutch? We will be ready to leave in a moment but my rider and I would like your blessing.}}
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Re: Just Like Being Back Home (M'gal, attn: Any)

Aaron
 



On Sat, Dec 26, 2020, 08:38 Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
M'gal shook his head. "Not at all. This time of year, it's much colder. This is more like a late spring or early autumn day. Summer it's pretty temperate; we have days as hot as down here once in a while." He thought a moment, smiling at memories of his home. "I do miss it, but I'll probably never go back there to live. I have too much here, at Arolos."

"Colder?" Rosk's eyes widened. It should not have come as such a shock, he supposed. But he always imagined Telgar as a much warmer place than High Reaches. "Brr."

"Arolos has a lot to offer." Rosk recomposed himself. "I miss the pastures, but even for them, I wouldn't give this life up."


Re: (Frost Fayre) Baby It's Cold Outside (And I Can't See) (atten: any)

TrueTricia
 

Unlike many of the Southern dragons, Vastolth felt at home here. High Reaches was his birthplace, and while he did love the warm sun of Arolos, there was no place like home. So unlike many, he did not leave the area to go find warmer skies.

((Mine. One of the bronzers needs assistance. Something about not seeing right.))

S'ryll instantly knew what was likely happening. Snow blindness. Common enough in this weather. He was surprised no one had put out a warning.  ((Tell him to calm down.  His rider will be fine.  Ask him where his rider was before it hit.))

Vastolth relayed the message to Sunstreath.


On Mon, Jan 4, 2021, 6:45 PM Steelsilver <theglitteryone2@...> wrote:
Prompt: No-one warns you about snow blindness! After looking too long at the snow you get a headache and either very blurry vision or complete blindness. It's temporary but scary!

Snow was fun, if cold, I'des had decided shortly after arriving. He'd ferried a few people, even bought a bit of hot food to savor as he wandered between the stalls and soothed his dragon's grump at the cold. Except now his vision had gone blurry, and despite rubbing at his eyes, had faded until all he could see was the dark. 

((Mine! Stay there!)) Sunstreath ordered. ((Someone, Mine cannot see! Help him!)) 


Re: I'm ordering you on a date...er rest ((WLM Ko'ssen, JM Hlr Vivaeldi))

Rosiegirl
 

With the kettle done, while he got the water poured Ko'ssen just nodded firmly in agreement to Vivaeldi's hope that there would be a solution to the klah shortage soon. 

After setting the tray down and getting comfortable in the seat again, at her approving remark he couldn't help the small embarrassed blush to his face as he gave her a half smile. "Thank you...Viv." He replied to her compliment while she was preparing her own tea, with a brief hesitation before he added her nickname she'd been trying to impress upon him to use. "I developed the habit turns ago, back as a Wingleader." 

He left off from explaining that the habit had been developed as a method of helping to put his wingriders at ease when they came to see him for anything, which had been very helpful with any ex-Fortian green and blueriders who still had trouble handling being in close proximity to any bronzeriders.

Once she was done fixing her tea, Ko'ssen leaned forward and prepared his. He specifically reached for the willowbark tea, hoping it would sooth out the small headache he'd had before walking into the office...before the small headache turned into a bigger one. Adding a little bit of sweetener and then some cinnamon to his mug, Ko'ssen was still listening to the healer as she spoke. 

Pausing in his fixing of his tea at her offer to make sure he got invited, Ko'ssen raised his head to look up at her and said "I can very much understand not having as much time after a promotion, but whenever there is a party that would be nice." However, Ko'ssen was also wondering if he'd actually be in a position to be *able* to get away for whatever party got thrown...who knows what kind of weyrling emergency or drama he'd be having to handle when the party invitation did come. 

Finished getting his tea ready, he leaned back in the chair and raised it to take a sip. Swallowing, again reminded about having to settle for tea instead of klah, he was about to respond to her previous comments about klah when Vivaeldi started in on how long it had been since he'd taken a break. Her reproachful noise had Ko'ssen looking a little sheepish as he lifted a hand to run it through his hair which was just slightly ruffled and not made any smoother by him running his hand through it, and possibly looking adorably awkward as he did so. 

Really 4 or 5 months was a short estimate, as he'd really been going nearly non-stop since those twin gold eggs were laid on the Sands, but he knew it wouldn't do any good to admit to that small fact either. Reaching for an excuse, any excuse, to give the healer for how long it had been, Ko'ssen replied with "I get rest every night..." 'Well, most every night, at least for a handful of hours' Ko'ssen thought before continuing with "..so I don't think it's quite 'to the bone' that I've been working...Just, busy..." 

He trailed off as his excuse sounded pretty weak even to his own ears...

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On Mon, Jan 4, 2021 at 11:09 AM TrueTricia <tricia.nicewicz@...> wrote:
"They weren't the only ones.  I'm afraid I wasn't much better, and neither were the other healers.  Especially with odd shifts, klah was so critical in helping to wake up.  Since I specialize in trauma care, I tend to have shifts that match Threadfall, so they vary considerably from one sevenday to the next.  It doesn't make for good sleep habits, I'm afraid."  She gave a small sigh.  "I guess we must get used to just the teas for now, though I do hope some of the Craftsmasters have been working on a solution.  I can't help but hope that somewhere there's still some trees left."

She was about to respond to him when the kettle whistled, and so she waited.  When he returned, setting the tray down, she gave a small nodd of approval at his setup.  "Quite the host, aren't you?" she remarked.  He and V'ler would probably get along, although they were quite different at first glance.  But like Ko'ssen, V'ler tended to be a very considerate and thoughtful host.  She selected her tea, adding cream to it, before leaning back.

"Well, I'll make sure you get invited to the next one, although they aren't as often here as they were in Igen.  But we'd been there for so long, so it was easier; here, the few that he's thrown have been much smaller, intimate gatherings.  And now that V'ler's a wingsecond as well, he doesn't have quite as much time as he used to."  When they were still at Igen, V'ler had also invited their old wing and Clutchmates to the parties.  It had been a way to help ensure that Viv still felt a part of the old friendships and bonds from before her injuries that limited her Threadfighting.  Here, that wasn't possible, and she had formed few bonds outside of her healer duties, even if some of them transcended patient/healer.  

"Before the Hatching?  That was what, four, five months ago now?" she made a small noise of reproach.  "You do no one any good running yourself to the bone, Ko'ssen," she said softly.    




On Sun, Jan 3, 2021 at 11:09 PM Rosiegirl <rosiegirl872@...> wrote:
Nodding his head at her drink request, Ko'ssen moved toward the stove and in a series of movements that showed his efficiency with the small stove and that he'd taken advantage of it's proximity quite often to make drinks the WLM set water to boil  and prepared his drink tray to serve them both tea. As he moved, he listened to her bemoan the lack of klah and couldn't help agreeing with "Yes, those morning benefits...oh shells, I remember how hard it was to rouse myself without klah that first week...and not just me, but the weyrlings too...they were acting like it ran through their veins the way they complained over it being gone!"

As she compared the both of them being similar, Ko'ssen took a moment to glance over at her, his hands still moving to get tea ready. But as she finished and chuckled the only thing left to do was to wait on the water to heat up, so he walked over to sit in one of the chairs opposite the couch, leaving the couch where she'd been sitting already for her to take a seat again. As he sat Ko'ssen said "I don't believe I've been to one of his parties yet." He didn't want to admit that not only that, but he must have had his head buried in hides because he'd not even *heard* of these parties. 

When she called him out on his excuse, hitting the nail totally on the head, Ko'ssen couldn't help the slight embarrassed look that crossed his face as he leaned back and crossed his leg, looking at her. Smiling back at her, Ko'ssen confirmed her thoughts with "Well, that 'some time ago'...just might have been a bit before the Hatching..." 

Before he could continue though, the whistle on the pot started, signifying the water was ready. So the WLM gracefully rose from his chair to retrieve the pot, pour them 2 cups of steaming water, put them on the tray, and bring it over. Placing the tray down on the table between the couch and the chairs, the tray held their mugs of water, several different types of tea, and several different potential things to add to the tea (cinnamon, cream, mint, syrup, etc.), each thing in their own little small jars.

He made himself comfortable in the chair again and waved his hand at the tray saying with a smile "Ladies first."

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On Sun, Jan 3, 2021 at 9:11 PM TrueTricia <tricia.nicewicz@...> wrote:
Vivaeldi inclined her head at his offer.  "Tea, please.  I still can't believe that there's no more klah at the moment.  It had medical uses, above and beyond the obvious morning benefits."  She watched him, as he went to warm the water.  "We are alike, you and I.  My brother usually has to make me take days off or relax.  He jokes that the only reason he throws his infamous parties is for my benefit."  She chuckled lightly.  

She had no doubt that Ko'ssen hadn't been taking time for himself.  They were much alike in that way.  Not to mention, Ko'ssen was new at his job, and was contending with double golds.  It was more likely than not that he was throwing himself into his work with little thought for himself.  But the truth was running yourself raw was not good for anyone, as she herself knew all to well.  

"I know that excuse well.  'Some time ago' is translation for 'it's been awhile.'  I've used that before as well..." she smiled.  


Peculiar Winter Suprise (Macralan/Kos, Insera)

Ren
 

It was not uncommon for green firelizards to be stupid enough to lay their eggs in the low tide sands and either forget them or have the ocean sallow them up. In fact, it was ho most people procured a firelizard for their own by rescuing the eggs and Impressing the lucky offspring. What was probably more uncommon was for a green wher to do the same since they typically stayed deeper into the jungle. But on one occasion, a wild green wher did find an alcove that she liked which also happened to be below the tide line. Her clutch was small, two larger eggs and a runt, but either way she had her clutch. Shortly before they were due to hatch, while she was out hunting, the tide came in and flooded the den. The two big eggs were uncovered and drowned almost immediately, while the runt was covered with sand and rocks so lived yet. 

While the egg slowly suffocated, the dolphin Kos wa swimming up the tide line to see if anything interesting or delicious had been roused by the change in water. He'd found a few crawlers and fingertails that he'd snapped up happily, but what the dolphin hadn't expected was to feel a mental tug towards a cave. He couldn't make out anything but he did understand that something was in trouble and needed help. Help was a dolphin's duty so Kos immediately swam in to investigate. He saw the two bigger eggs but didn't feel the pull from there. It was... there! Under those rocks and sand. Using his bottlenose, Kos uncovered the smaller egg with a bit of surprise. It was alive? Yes, it was. He had to show this to Macralan. Macralan would know what to do with it.

Carefully, Kos took the wher egg in his mouth and swam up to the surface to breathe. He swam back towards where he'd started and squeaked for his partner.

"Mac'lan, found egg!" Kos had issue speaking around the egg in his mouth but his message came through. Macralan waded over to the dolphin and took the fragile thing curiously.

"You sure did, my friend," the human agreed while turning it over in his hands. "Too big for a firelizard and too leathery for a wherry. Wonder what it is."

"Hatch!" Kos lept up to walk backwards eagerly on his tail. "Egg hatch!"

Sure enough, there was a sudden jerk inside the shell that surprised Macralan enough that he almost dropped the precious thing. He took out his belt knife when he saw the struggling increase without the egg cracking and tore into the leather. Out onto his hands fell a nearly white tiny thing that wasn't a firelizard but also wasn't a dragon. It looked like a scrunched up combination of the two and seemed dead until its eyes suddenly whirled red and it wheezed out a tinny squeak.

"Food.... Food! Kos, bring me fish as fast as you can. Small ones or ones fleshy enough that I can cut up easily." Macralan waded back towards the shore enough that he could sit in the shallows and hold the creeling hatchling. Kos darted back into the sea and came back first with a mouthful of fingertails which Macralan fed to the baby wher. It snapped them up quickly with a demand for more. Yellowtail was next and it took all of Macralan's dexterity to hold it away from the baby long enough to cut it open while also holding the wher so that it didn't fall into the water. Fish after fish came  until the little near-white thing was bulging with it and had calmed, red eyes whirling a blue-green. Macralan sighed in relief and sat back.

"Well, he's happy now." Macralan gazed down at the creature and wondered how he knew that for sure. Had he Impressed to the thing? Would that be bad for him in the long run? What if it died, would he go mad like a dragonrider did when they lost their dragon? What did this mean? "If this is a wher, maybe I can take it to the wherhall and find out what I do now. I think I'll do that now."

Carefully hauling himself out of the water while being careful not to move the hatchling too much, Macralan headed off to the wherhall. It was a bit of a hike but he didn't mind, it just meant that he would be dry by the time that he got there. He held the wherling up against him to keep it warm while it slept. By the time Macralan reached the Hall, he'd decided that Macralsk felt like the right thing to call the little thing in his arms. Kos would like it as it sounded like mackeral, his favorite fish. The apprentice who knocked gave the little wher an alarmed look and went to find Master Insera wherever she was.

"Master, excuse the interuption please. There's a dolphincrafter here with, I swear this is true, a wher that looks white. It's tiny, so maybe it hatched early? Anyway, he's asking for assistance with it. I can't even tell what color it's supposed to be, Ma'am."
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Re: Let's Have Some Fun (Frost Fayre)(Elowyn/NPC Lisilia)

TrueTricia
 

K'synn hated it when his sisters volunteered him for things.  One would think that living significantly apart would make it easier for him to say 'no,' but alas, it did not.  He did wonder about Lisilia being back in the North.  She'd been in Southern for the last few months, along with a few others from the Obsidian Caravan working on establishing Southern trade routes for expansion.  Lisilia also had the annoying habit of randomly showing up in his office when he least expected it, and he wasn't always sure how she got into the Weyr in the first place.  But his sister, trained as a sentry, had her ways.  He found it odd that he saw her more than his other two siblings that were down here -- and whom he genuinely enjoyed more -- and yet he'd only seen them on the handful of times he'd gone to pay his Blood Debt and help ferry items here and there on Tiscarth.  

So he was generally annoyed at Lisilia once again imposing on him, but he knew better than to take it out on Elowyn.  It wasn't her fault, and he liked the harper well enough.  Tiscarth had even greeted her with an incline of his head, while rumbling in amusement at his rider.  K'synn was going to the Frost Fayre anyways, with a list of requests from the weyrlings who couldn't attend.  So it was no burden to take Elowyn, but he still was going to talk with Lisilia regardless.  

"Will you be needing a ride back as well?" he asked her, as she dismounted, her metallics taking wing around Tiscarth.  Thankfully, the brown was tolerant of the creatures, K'synn's family having quite a few of their own.  

((I have told your clutchsibs that we are here.))  Tiscarth informed him.  Likely, Tiscarth had spoken to one of the flits rather than the humans, but he did occasionally speak to them directly.  K'synn turned back to Elowyn as he dismounted himself.  "Have one of them contact us if you need a ride back.  I've got to go see the rest of my family." he said with a wave, walking off into the crowd.  Tiscarth waited, before jumping off and taking himself off to somewhere warmer.

For her own part, Lisilia was making no move to hide herself in the crowds today.  Today, she planned on actually having fun.  Her hair was dyed a different color with vegetable root, and a scar had been added across her neckline for good measure.  The story was it was a remnant of a failed Impression last Turn.  And she was dressed in as little as possible without freezing, so that from the moment she'd sat at a table, she'd attracted some male companionship.  And she was playing it up.  When she saw Elowyn walking through the crowd, she squealed in excitement, stood, and ran to her friend before wrapping her in a big hug and giggling like a holder girl at her first Gather.  But when she pulled away to kiss Elowyn's cheek, her eyes sparkled with mischief.  In a low voice that wouldn't carry to the men she'd been sitting with, she smiled at the harper.  "Want to have some fun with these idiots?" she asked before rolling her eyes and giggling again at finding her friend.


On Tue, Jan 5, 2021 at 12:34 AM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
Elowyn leaped at the opportunity in Lisilia's invitation. It felt like ages since they'd last seen one another - though it had truly only been a handful of months - and she was eager to be in her dear friend's company. Passage north would have been easy to secure thanks to the festival, but she couldn't pass up the chance to bully K'synn into doing her bidding. 

Climbing down from the brown dragon's harness, Elowyn surveyed the Fayre grounds from the perch as other rider pairs continued to land around them. The air held nearly the chill of between and she drew the Harper-blue knit scarf higher on her neck, but found herself grinning. It felt good to be somewhere else after so long in one place. It had been some time since she'd had a haircut, the typically pixie-styled waves now just long enough to brush her neck. Not nearly of a length to be useful in this climate, yet, but at least the dark locks kept her ears warm. 

Summer launched from her preferred spot on the woman's shoulder, padding added beneath the lining to Elowyn's overcoat to compensate for tiny claws. She had learned that lesson quickly. Toki had never cared much for the shoulder, and he took wing from his place attached to her other arm. The pair of metallics chased one another in the air for a moment before the queen noticed unfamiliar firelizards in the vicinity. Summer barked an assertive note and zipped into the distance with her tiny bronze escort. 

Elowyn was confident enough that she would be able to find Lisilia on her own, without their help, as it was And so with a wave to K'synn, she stuffed her hands into the pockets of her long, dark jacket and hastened to join the growing crowd of people moving through the entrance.

On Sun, Jan 3, 2021, 6:33 PM TrueTricia <tricia.nicewicz@...> wrote:
A couple days before the Frost Fayre was scheduled to begin, a firelizard appeared with a note attached, and circled until it found Elowyn.  It delivered the note patiently, before departing quickly.  

  "Come up to the Fayre and let's have some fun! If you need a ride, make my brother take you. Don't take no for an answer. Loads of news to catch up on... -- Lis"


Re: Let's Have Some Fun (Frost Fayre)(Elowyn/NPC Lisilia)

 

Elowyn leaped at the opportunity in Lisilia's invitation. It felt like ages since they'd last seen one another - though it had truly only been a handful of months - and she was eager to be in her dear friend's company. Passage north would have been easy to secure thanks to the festival, but she couldn't pass up the chance to bully K'synn into doing her bidding. 

Climbing down from the brown dragon's harness, Elowyn surveyed the Fayre grounds from the perch as other rider pairs continued to land around them. The air held nearly the chill of between and she drew the Harper-blue knit scarf higher on her neck, but found herself grinning. It felt good to be somewhere else after so long in one place. It had been some time since she'd had a haircut, the typically pixie-styled waves now just long enough to brush her neck. Not nearly of a length to be useful in this climate, yet, but at least the dark locks kept her ears warm. 

Summer launched from her preferred spot on the woman's shoulder, padding added beneath the lining to Elowyn's overcoat to compensate for tiny claws. She had learned that lesson quickly. Toki had never cared much for the shoulder, and he took wing from his place attached to her other arm. The pair of metallics chased one another in the air for a moment before the queen noticed unfamiliar firelizards in the vicinity. Summer barked an assertive note and zipped into the distance with her tiny bronze escort. 

Elowyn was confident enough that she would be able to find Lisilia on her own, without their help, as it was And so with a wave to K'synn, she stuffed her hands into the pockets of her long, dark jacket and hastened to join the growing crowd of people moving through the entrance.

On Sun, Jan 3, 2021, 6:33 PM TrueTricia <tricia.nicewicz@...> wrote:
A couple days before the Frost Fayre was scheduled to begin, a firelizard appeared with a note attached, and circled until it found Elowyn.  It delivered the note patiently, before departing quickly.  

  "Come up to the Fayre and let's have some fun! If you need a ride, make my brother take you. Don't take no for an answer. Loads of news to catch up on... -- Lis"

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