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Re: Hungry Eyes (ATTN: Tyne)

Nutmeg
 

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

 

Kyrel was aware of the strange looks and baffled glares he received from a few of the other candidates, and he bristled. It was not the first time he had been thought of as stupid, he recognized the expressions, the disdain. His face darkened as his mood began to sour. /Of course/ the Weyr would be no different from the Hold, why should he have hoped otherwise? He dragged his fingers through the mop of dark hair atop his head, trying to affect a casual air with debatable results. 

He realized a voice nearby had addressed him with a question, and light eyes shifted to find the redhead waiting without a look of judgment. That was a surprise. Kyrel considered whether he would answer at all before finally admitting the root of his ignorance with a reluctant nod, he /was/ new to candidacy.  

When Delysia answered his question, he felt a wash of relief not to hear annoyance in her voice. Her offer to point him in the right direction was came as more of a surprise than the former, and Kyrel wore it sincerely. "O-oh, thank you," he replied, grateful he hadn't stumbled over the words. 


On Fri, Mar 27, 2020, 5:22 PM <mglady3@...> wrote:
Delysia narrowed her eyes at Kyrel's question. It was... an absurd question. And given the expressions on some of the other candidates, Delysia was not the only one who thought so. It was so absurd that it could really mean only one of two things, either the boy was new to the weyr and truly ignorant, or he was a troublemaker. Delysia didn't think it was the latter - she had a carefully cultivated reputation and troublemakers usually didn't find her worth the, well, trouble. As for ignorance, ignorance was only a failing if no attempts were made to correct it. "No," She replied, her tone neutral, if dry. "Eggs do not speak. Not even golds have ever reported being able to contact a dragon while it is still in its shell. There are several wonderful texts in the weyr archives regarding dragon physiology and life cycles. It may be to your advantage to brush up before the hatching. If you come and see me after class, I can give you a few recommendations." Her eyes flickered over the rest of the class. "My offer, of course, is open to anyone."

Then she turned her attention to Myatka. "I don't doubt that your candidate masters have a slew of valuable lessons planned for you before hatching day. My intentions for coming before you is not to lecture, but merely to introduce myself and make clear my expectations for those of you who wish to visit Razelth. As for extra effort.." She paused, as if to organize her thoughts. "It is, of course, up to each of you how much effort you want to exert. And no, working hard will not make it more likely that you will impress - ultimately it is the dragon that chooses. However," She emphasized. "In you first few months of weyrlinghood you will not have time for anything except sleep, food, your dragon, and your studies. Those of you who are prepared will be thankful for it."



On Thu, Mar 26, 2020 at 11:03 AM Sharon O&#39;Brien - Aquino <drageach13@...> wrote:
Devika had been excited to hear the goldrider would be coming for the lesson.  She had been around long enough to remember other clutches and the lead up to them.  The goldriders had not always graced them with their time but Dev felt it could mean the candidates would be granted more time with the eggs.  Going into the lesson Dev had taken the time to impress in no uncertain terms that Amar was to be on her very best behavior.  The large gold had not understood what her's was worried about, she felt she was always on her best behavior.  She had not given any other flits lessons since the chores a few days ago.  The thought from the gold only gave Dev a small comfort.  She knew her flit was not aggressive or mean by nature, she was, well she guessed she was just a gold.  Dev just wished she would act more as she felt a gold should. 

Settling in her seat she scratched Amar's head where it settled on her collarbone before giving her full attention to Goldrider Delysia.  A joy that she had not felt in a long time grew in her heart as she listened to the rider, there really were eggs on the stand.  There would be young dragons joining them again soon.  As they were asked for questions the same that was asked entered her mind, how many?  It was a given that in a program with turns worth of candidates in it and turns worth of empty sands that it would be a small few that impressed but she hoped it was still a large number.  

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Across the room still, hard to read warm brown eyes watched the candidates file in then moved to watch the goldrider.  Like many of the older candidates, this was not new to Kabar.  His annoyance with some of the younger, newer candidates was as much irritation at their often over-romanticized idea of being a rider as it was with the memory of himself having the same view.  Turns of being at the Weyr had broken all those ideas but yet even as he realized the weight and dangers of being a rider his heart still wanted to be one.  It was no less dangerous to work deep in the mines so he had little to lose standing till he could not anymore.  

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A few seats over another pair of seasoned grey green eyes watched what was going on.  Masou had spent his life being overlooked so perhaps foolishly he had not lost hope of impressing.  Watching some of the newest candidates made him smile a touch, had they all been so starry eyed when they had started.  There was no annoyance in his eyes as he watched only amusement.  Masou turned his eyes to the goldrider as she spoke, his mind filled with the burning question that had been asked.  It also calmed as they were told they could go and look at the eggs.  In all these turns of waiting he had greatly enjoyed looking at the eggs.  There had been rare times when some held patterns he could manage into his wood working and carving.  

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Behind Masou another older candidate sat leaning forward on the table before him.  Those around Jade likely could nearly feel the excitement pouring off of him.  Piercing blue eyes studied the goldrider as he forced himself not to jump up and dance around now that it had been confirmed that there were eggs again at Arolos.  On the table he was leaning on Glow sat and looked very confused, her's was always happy but this was far more happy then she could remember in her short memory.  Glancing at the green flit Jade smiled but then looked back forward.  He knew the green was confused he could feel it but he did not want to cause a scene in the lesson explain to the green what was going on.  

(OOC that at least get some of my older ones in the thread.  I may add others as we go. :)  )


Re: Hiding In Plain Sight (ATTN: Rennitz, Any)

Jessica Freise
 

"So it's like home," Yiyu murmured, her own plate a very organized affair, foods not touching one another in the circle she made of them. They swiftly found a table and sat side-by-side on a bench.


"I think I'd like to stay here, even if I don't Impress at first." A bold statement for the quiet, dark-haired youngling.

On Mar 27, 2020, at 9:05 PM, Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:

"Oh... a few Turns. I'm not sure how many, honestly. I know my parents went back North to Keroon after I was Impressed... I'm sure that I could probably write them to see if they know, but I'm fine just knowing I can still stand." Rennitz walked with Yiyu into the hall and began building herself a plate. "It's not too bad, really. I feel almost like I've always lived here."


A Favorite Topic With a New Face (Diagir/Ziya, Maglor/Glaurung)

Steelsilver
 

"It's no matter. If it's all the same, I'll keep this big lug on leash for now." Maglor answered with a smile of his own. "I'm Maglor, and this one's Glaurung." He added with a pat to bronze hide. 

{'Rung not 'mere, 'Rung big strong!} The bronze asserted. {Gud, meet Ziya. Prett' Ziya!}




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Re: A Favorite Topic With a New Face (Diagir/Ziya, Maglor/Glaurung)

Ren
 

"Hello, apologize if she's being a bit overwhelming." Diagir came up and gave the other man a smile. "I'm Diagir and this is Ziya. I promise that she won't attack him even though she's off a lead."

{Yis gud,} Ziya agreed with a sensible nod. Of course it was good to meet her. {Meet 'Rung good. 'Rung big, 'Rung not from 'Mere?}


Re: A Favorite Topic With a New Face (Diagir/Ziya, Maglor/Glaurung)

Steelsilver
 

Maglor always made sure that Glaurung's harness was on and his leash secure before he'd open the door and allow the bronze where out for walks. As much as he liked the big lug, it was always better to be safe than sorry where whers were concerned. 

He hummed, idly, as he walked, thoughts drifting, before his attention was caught by the gleam of gold and he looked up, aware once more. "Greetings."

{I 'Rung!} The bronze asserted, interest caught and held. {Meet queen Ziya gud!} His stubby tail wagged excitedly. 




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Now Comes Our Time (D'cul/Seteieth SA)

Ren
 

{{Razelth has laid her clutch,}} Seteieth hummed excitedly while gazing down at the Hatching Sands with great interest. His eyes whirled a swift light blue as his claws worked deep into the rock ledge of his weyr. {{More hatchlings are coming soon and then we can help them grow.}}

"What part of that has you the most excited?" D'cul came out with a chuckle and looked down as well, one hand on his dragon's bony paw. "The fact that Arolos is gaining new life, that new dragons will experience what we did, or that we'll have a chance to instruct them?"

{{All of it. I want to see the life that Razelth brings forth, I want to see who they will meet, and I want to help them know how to be a good Threadfighter. Especially if they're bronze!}} Eagerness was very obvious through their bond and strong enough to make D'cul beam up at his partner. Seteieth didn't often show such excitement and he was even less inclined to show it. So to see this was really a gift. {{I may not have won that flight, but that doesn't mean I can't be any less excited about the outcome.}}

"Think there will be another gold?" D'cul asked curiously. Arolos probably had the room for it and it would make things far more interesting after this current boring time.

{{I can't say, she won't tell. Even the candidates can't right see well enough.}} Seteieth huffed softly. {{What is it with queens and keeping things secret which need to be known eventually? What next, no one is even allowed to know she has lain eggs except her rider? I don't think that could happen, but golds shall be golds.}}

"Considering everything we've been through here, don't you think they'd be quite well within their rights to say that no one can see their precious eggs until Hatching? Sure, candidates touching the eggs has proven to result in less maulings on Hatching Day, but that's still a privilege given by gold and rider." D'cul sensibly reminded his friend. "Especially Foreth has the right to be picky after that fiasco."

{{I remember,}} Seteieth grunted with irritation. {{That will not happen again. I would rather bite someone than let anyone hurt an egg, and dragons don't bite people.}}

"Not after Hatching, anyway. Good point, though, and same but with my knife." D'cul watched the people below going here and there.

{{You... bite people with your knife?}} Seteieth was confused enough to turn his attention from staring at the Sands towards D'cul.

"No, love. I meant I would stab someone to death if they tried attacking us again. Make more sense now?"

{{Ohh yeah that makes sense!}}


A Favorite Topic With a New Face (Diagir/Ziya, Maglor/Glaurung)

Ren
 

Dusk was calming for any wher whether Callamere or not. While Diagir was more used to his brown wanting to go out in this quiet time, he certainly wasn't adverse to his gorgeous Queen wanting to go on an outing all by herself. Well, with Diagir as an accompaniment, but without the other two whers. The queen had her goggles on still just in case some spare sunbeams got into her eyes. Ziya had no harness on, such things being regulated to lesser whers like Vainglory or even Diagirsk. Diagir followed behind her as she walked towards the lake, taking the time away from the wherhold since she was getting snappy at the other whers there despite their copious living space and the space afforded them due to Ziya's size. Diagir figured that she was going to run soon, judging by her color and attitude.

{Ziya run when Ziya like,} she snipped back at her handler, sensing his thoughts. {Ziya no run long time, have more egg. No keep this time!}

"Aye, highness, I won't be keeping another of yours. I don't know where I'd be keeping it anyway. Already got three dens carved out, and you know how Diagirsk is already getting, hm? Vainglory's going to make him smack her down when her first run happens." Diagir groaned at that thought.

{Gir take 'Glory to Good Place, 'Glory get special time, 'Glory no make eggs,} Ziya surmised sensibly. Diagir was surprised at her description of the way that Callamere sterilized their greens and blues along with anyone who asked for it. That she should suggest sterlizing Vainglory on her own had Diagir a little stunned. 

"I... could talk to them about it, aye. I never considered that, but you've a grand idea. You know she'll still run, yes?" 

{Run ok, egg no. Only Ziya make egg.} The queen punctuated her statement with a little growl. Ziya's attention was taken by the sight of a bronze also at the lake. His large size had her attention even before the deep gleam hidden in the dark color cemented it. Bounding towards the bronze but stopping at the safe distance she'd been trained, Ziya whistled at the stranger happily. {'Lo! This queen Ziya. Who bronze?}


Re: Hiding In Plain Sight (ATTN: Rennitz, Any)

Ren
 

"Oh... a few Turns. I'm not sure how many, honestly. I know my parents went back North to Keroon after I was Impressed... I'm sure that I could probably write them to see if they know, but I'm fine just knowing I can still stand." Rennitz walked with Yiyu into the hall and began building herself a plate. "It's not too bad, really. I feel almost like I've always lived here."


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

mglady3@...
 

Delysia narrowed her eyes at Kyrel's question. It was... an absurd question. And given the expressions on some of the other candidates, Delysia was not the only one who thought so. It was so absurd that it could really mean only one of two things, either the boy was new to the weyr and truly ignorant, or he was a troublemaker. Delysia didn't think it was the latter - she had a carefully cultivated reputation and troublemakers usually didn't find her worth the, well, trouble. As for ignorance, ignorance was only a failing if no attempts were made to correct it. "No," She replied, her tone neutral, if dry. "Eggs do not speak. Not even golds have ever reported being able to contact a dragon while it is still in its shell. There are several wonderful texts in the weyr archives regarding dragon physiology and life cycles. It may be to your advantage to brush up before the hatching. If you come and see me after class, I can give you a few recommendations." Her eyes flickered over the rest of the class. "My offer, of course, is open to anyone."

Then she turned her attention to Myatka. "I don't doubt that your candidate masters have a slew of valuable lessons planned for you before hatching day. My intentions for coming before you is not to lecture, but merely to introduce myself and make clear my expectations for those of you who wish to visit Razelth. As for extra effort.." She paused, as if to organize her thoughts. "It is, of course, up to each of you how much effort you want to exert. And no, working hard will not make it more likely that you will impress - ultimately it is the dragon that chooses. However," She emphasized. "In you first few months of weyrlinghood you will not have time for anything except sleep, food, your dragon, and your studies. Those of you who are prepared will be thankful for it."



On Thu, Mar 26, 2020 at 11:03 AM Sharon O&#39;Brien - Aquino <drageach13@...> wrote:
Devika had been excited to hear the goldrider would be coming for the lesson.  She had been around long enough to remember other clutches and the lead up to them.  The goldriders had not always graced them with their time but Dev felt it could mean the candidates would be granted more time with the eggs.  Going into the lesson Dev had taken the time to impress in no uncertain terms that Amar was to be on her very best behavior.  The large gold had not understood what her's was worried about, she felt she was always on her best behavior.  She had not given any other flits lessons since the chores a few days ago.  The thought from the gold only gave Dev a small comfort.  She knew her flit was not aggressive or mean by nature, she was, well she guessed she was just a gold.  Dev just wished she would act more as she felt a gold should. 

Settling in her seat she scratched Amar's head where it settled on her collarbone before giving her full attention to Goldrider Delysia.  A joy that she had not felt in a long time grew in her heart as she listened to the rider, there really were eggs on the stand.  There would be young dragons joining them again soon.  As they were asked for questions the same that was asked entered her mind, how many?  It was a given that in a program with turns worth of candidates in it and turns worth of empty sands that it would be a small few that impressed but she hoped it was still a large number.  

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Across the room still, hard to read warm brown eyes watched the candidates file in then moved to watch the goldrider.  Like many of the older candidates, this was not new to Kabar.  His annoyance with some of the younger, newer candidates was as much irritation at their often over-romanticized idea of being a rider as it was with the memory of himself having the same view.  Turns of being at the Weyr had broken all those ideas but yet even as he realized the weight and dangers of being a rider his heart still wanted to be one.  It was no less dangerous to work deep in the mines so he had little to lose standing till he could not anymore.  

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A few seats over another pair of seasoned grey green eyes watched what was going on.  Masou had spent his life being overlooked so perhaps foolishly he had not lost hope of impressing.  Watching some of the newest candidates made him smile a touch, had they all been so starry eyed when they had started.  There was no annoyance in his eyes as he watched only amusement.  Masou turned his eyes to the goldrider as she spoke, his mind filled with the burning question that had been asked.  It also calmed as they were told they could go and look at the eggs.  In all these turns of waiting he had greatly enjoyed looking at the eggs.  There had been rare times when some held patterns he could manage into his wood working and carving.  

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Behind Masou another older candidate sat leaning forward on the table before him.  Those around Jade likely could nearly feel the excitement pouring off of him.  Piercing blue eyes studied the goldrider as he forced himself not to jump up and dance around now that it had been confirmed that there were eggs again at Arolos.  On the table he was leaning on Glow sat and looked very confused, her's was always happy but this was far more happy then she could remember in her short memory.  Glancing at the green flit Jade smiled but then looked back forward.  He knew the green was confused he could feel it but he did not want to cause a scene in the lesson explain to the green what was going on.  

(OOC that at least get some of my older ones in the thread.  I may add others as we go. :)  )


Re: Hiding In Plain Sight (ATTN: Rennitz, Any)

Jessica Freise
 

She wasn't above giving a wistful look and a small smile to the firelizard. They began to walk side-by-side towards the dining cavern. A tiny seed of hope was beginning to blossom, for both herself and her new friend.

"How long have you been here?" If she'd said, Yiyu failed to recall, though she'd freely admit that Rennitz had shared overwhelmingly with her. 

On Mar 27, 2020, at 6:51 PM, Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:

"That sounds great, actually." Rennitz nodded with a gentle pet over her firelizard's hide. "Faranth knows that this one's hungry. Ah, did I never introduce you? This one's Aranck. I got him a while ago from another candidate who's gold had a flight."


Re: Hiding In Plain Sight (ATTN: Rennitz, Any)

Ren
 

"That sounds great, actually." Rennitz nodded with a gentle pet over her firelizard's hide. "Faranth knows that this one's hungry. Ah, did I never introduce you? This one's Aranck. I got him a while ago from another candidate who's gold had a flight."


Missing In Action (ATTN: Fabio, Any)

Jessica Freise
 

Yiyu had been shocked at the bathing arrangements in the Candidate barracks. Not only was there little to no privacy, but they were expected to bathe together when they can, leaving time alone at a drastic minimum. At her hold, one of the few joys she'd had had been baths.

But in her second week of Candacy, she was adjusting. So well, in fact, that she found herself momentarily alone in the pool's cradling warmth when she came up from washing her long hair and headed for the edge to climb out and dry off. Her gaze was caught by something -- or the lack of something, really.

Her clothes....were gone.


Re: Hiding In Plain Sight (ATTN: Rennitz, Any)

Jessica Freise
 

Yiy gaped, astonished. While her complement was as honest as a clear summer day, she sensed Rennitz was just much so. For a moment, she simply stared, then a smile blossomed on her lips.

"I was headed to lunch," she realized, "would you like to join me?"

On Mar 27, 2020, at 1:30 PM, Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:

"Do you think?" Rennitz asked curiously. "We've only just met and you already think I'd be good?" Rennitz felt touched and emboldened by Yiyu's compliment and confidence. "Well, I think you'll be a fantastic dragonrider yourself, no matter what color you ride! I know I'd be happy to have you at my back in a fall."


Re: Training day... activate! (Tyne/ANY)

Nutmeg
 

It was a testament to her broken, innocent state of mind that Tyne missed any of the tiny social cues that might otherwise have let her know that Sahari was struggling with what to say. As if to confirm that Sahari was indeed right, Cairn puffed up a little more and issued a short bark of cheeps and whistles. And in response, the flock sat up in smart attention, shuffling into position suspiciously looking like a dragonflight preparing to take off.

"They do!" Tyne leapt on the snippet of conversation. "I found them in a cave. A smuggler cave! We think there had been people stealing eggs because there were eggs EVERYWHERE! Some of them hatched!" And some of the occupants dead in their shells due to poor care, but Tyne didn't add that part to her memory. It was neatly put away in a box somewhere. "We were going to bring as many as we could back but more started hatching!"

Her enthusiasm was palpable as she bounced forward a little, waving her hands in avid gesticulation.

On Fri, Mar 27, 2020 at 4:59 AM Jenna Cunningham <jenna.layne.cunningham@...> wrote:
The flit names went in one ear and out the other almost as quickly. Sahari nodded dutifully at each pause, and felt herself grasping again for something to talk about as soon as the long list of names ended. She couldn't just turn around and leave; for better or worse, she was invested. And the good judgement of her lifemate was to blame. What did a lifelong rider, without any real hobbies outside gambling, drinking, and flying, talk about with a dragonless, damaged girl?

"Did they all come from around here?" She ended up asking as soon as Tyne fell silent, and glanced at the little bronze. "Proper little wingleader."



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Re: Hiding In Plain Sight (ATTN: Rennitz, Any)

Ren
 

"Do you think?" Rennitz asked curiously. "We've only just met and you already think I'd be good?" Rennitz felt touched and emboldened by Yiyu's compliment and confidence. "Well, I think you'll be a fantastic dragonrider yourself, no matter what color you ride! I know I'd be happy to have you at my back in a fall."


(Razelth's Clutch) Serenading the Queen: A Montage (ATTN: Razelth, Any)

Jenna Cunningham
 

When the candidate class had been told they could bring instruments to play for Razelth, or that they could sing, or converse with the mighty gold, Asheran had sat there quietly and wracked his brain for some way he could have contributed meaningfully - some way to prove himself to the dragon, to prove that he was worthy of one of her as-of-yet unhatched hatchlings. His initial impulse to take to the stands and do push-ups for as long as he could, but he quickly dismissed the idea. He wanted to entertain her, but in a useful sort of way, not put her to sleep. He wasn't sure what exactly impressed a dragon (wingspan, probably) but she could benchpress more than he ever could aspire to. Weights were out.
 
In the end, he had gone back to his cramped, crowded quarters and carefully extracted the letters his family had sent him over the turns, and had made his way to the sands. There, he had waited until the last trilled note of a pipe had quieted, and that candidate who had played last had exited the cavern, and then stepped in himself and taken to the stands, carefully shuffling the sheaf of papers in his hands, clearing his throat. A part of him felt silly and small and hopeful; another part of him was proud because he was here, confident enough to read aloud, proud of all the progress he'd made during his time at the weyr.
 
"My sister, Felisa, she's with child again. It'll be her third. She's said... 'Dearest brother' - those are probably the harper's words, she wouldn't say it like that. Maybe 'Little Ashy' or something like that. Shards, though, uh, I mean - well, I'm larger than her by two and a half heads at least. But this will be her third. She thinks maybe a boy again. She's got one of each, but the..." He skimmed the first letter, skipping to the part in question: "The kicks make my back ache, like it did with Faelen, that's her boy, and I can't hardly sit down without having to get up again to, ah, well..." He scanned the letter again, searching for something more interesting than his sister confiding to him how often she had to relieve herself, and how that meant another nephew and not a niece.
 
"I hope you're doing well. Tomlin's had trouble with the harvest this turn, which has strained things between him and I on account of it's Raegar who helps collect the tithe. But ma is doing well, and da seems better some days. He actually came out of his sick to play with Ava, that's her girl, and she was riding him around the cothold like a runnerbeast the last time we came to visit. You wouldn't have believed how fast he could move on his bad leg, either. It was almost like he was back to how he used to be before the accident."
 
He hesitated at the next paragraph, then shuffled that letter to the back and started on the next:
 
"...Dearest brother, I hope you're doing well. I'm so proud to hear that you're doing well in your classes. Don't worry, you'll be certain to..." to Impress this time, I'm certain of it. "...and even if things don't go as you've planned, then you'll have a place here until you find your feet again. Da's leg has been bad again in the cold, and it's put a strain on ma. News from Braden. He might be this way soon for one of the Gathers. He has a new instrumental piece with drums and pipes, and looks forward to playing for the Lord Holder..."
 
And on and on, carefully reciting all the little things that had happened to his family during the three and a half turns he had been a candidate at Arolos Weyr, focusing on the child-rearing parts, hoping there was at least some overlap between his little nephew learning to walk, and the trials and tribulations of laying eggs.
 
Eventually, finished reading - spying more anxious candidates waiting in the wings, he let his voice trail off until only the echo of his words remained, sketched a polite bow, and then made his way back toward the barracks, to catch a bit of sleep between chores and craftwork.
 
(OOC: If any candidates want to pile onto this with how they're entertaining the queen on the sands, feel free!)


Re: Hungry Eyes (ATTN: Tyne)

Jessica Freise
 

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: Training day... activate! (Tyne/ANY)

Jenna Cunningham
 

The flit names went in one ear and out the other almost as quickly. Sahari nodded dutifully at each pause, and felt herself grasping again for something to talk about as soon as the long list of names ended. She couldn't just turn around and leave; for better or worse, she was invested. And the good judgement of her lifemate was to blame. What did a lifelong rider, without any real hobbies outside gambling, drinking, and flying, talk about with a dragonless, damaged girl?

"Did they all come from around here?" She ended up asking as soon as Tyne fell silent, and glanced at the little bronze. "Proper little wingleader."


Unseeing Eyes Learning What Has Changed And Not Changed (Lavender, Any)

Sharon O'Brien - Aquino
 

The day was pleasant as a slight form came out of the Harpers Hall an arm outstretched before it a large brown firelizard grasping the hand in its front talons and the arm between its rear.  The image of the woman with the long raven hair being so obviously lead likely painting a confusing image to most that could not remember the Weyr live more than 7 turns back.  

Rand though would never have noticed people looking curiously, the brown had a mission.  His one concern was making sure his pet got anywhere she desired safely.  In the air around them, Mavelle circled and dove chattering.  The brown perhaps not as bright as a metallic had learned enough over the turns to be of some use, but his green companion sadly was only occasionally of use.  Lavender though for her part smiled as she could hear the green around them and feel the air move when she would circle close.  She could feel the joy the little green felt at being back in the south with the warmer air and familiar things.  

At the end of her outstretched arm she could also fell the confident hold of Rand as he lead her.  Their bond perhaps stronger more from necessity then because of his slightly higher intelligence.  Her mind nudging him to the trees around the lake she knew filled the center of the bowl.  The brown oblieging and tilting as he started them in that direction.  

Lavender's steps were confident even in her etermal darkness because she had walked this Weyr for turns before her reprieve to the Master Hall.  The sun felt warm on her face as she followed the brown and she tilted her head ever so slightly up basking in the feeling.  They had only been back perhaps a month after turns away.  She had worked hard to get settled again and temper any concerns about having a blind Harper that anyone had.  But now with a bit of free time she wanted to enjoy the Weyr again.  

The breeze picked up and Lavender took a deep breath.  Her sense of smell was set to life with the smell of water, the spices that were so commonly found in the oil used on the dragons, the earthy smell of the ground in the bowl and the hint of flowers that occasionally appeared in the bowl but she suspected more likely blew in from outside the Weyr.  

Even as she let her other sense fill with the world outside the Haven she worked to follow her little guide.  As they started to pass under the trees she felt the change of temperature on her face of shadow and sun.  As Rand stopped and the air moved more before her as he beat his wings harder to hover she slowly picked up her full long blue skirt in one hand that was free she moved to lower herself to settle on the cool found.  

Once Lavender was fully seated in the grass Rand released her arm and moved to settle on her shoulder keeping his watch.  Mavelle though seeing fish moving the in the water moved to watch them intently.  Lavender absently took a hand moving to her side and gently caressed the grass feeling its soft give under her hand along with the nearly cool sponge feeling it had in the shade of the trees where the sometimes strong southern sun had not toughened the leaves.  In the lake she could hear on the breeze dragons moving and splashing, the sound of people talking likely riders and also the rhythmic splashing of a few swimming.  

Pulling her hand from the grass she reached into her pocket and pulled out her pipes.  Settling the panpipe to her lips she gently started to play a soft but cheerful tune.