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Re: Familiar faces in strange new places. (Tyne/S'ryll)

Nutmeg
 

She had realised too late that by directly speaking to the dragon she was inviting something that these days, she shied away from furiously. At least she had chance to brace herself a little when the voice came into her thoughts. It didn't stop her stomach flip-flopping with a familiar lurch and she swallowed back the almost immediate desire to turn around and retch. It wasn't the bronze's fault, not at all. It was also likely a large contributing factor as to why she felt so at ease with firelizards. Their voices, whilst individual, weren't really voices. And anything else just slammed home the fact that it wasn't the voice she was expecting.

Forcing a small smile, Tyne managed a small step forward. "Have you been here before to Arolos? I know your wings. I know I know them!" There was a tinge of frustration because as well as that, the voice in itself had seemed so incredibly familiar. And she couldn't put her finger on it. For love nor marks, she couldn't think what the timbre of memory was telling her. Tyne fixed the bronze with a firm stare, as though she could will the information to her by strength of will alone. "Tell me your name." And it wasn't entirely a polite request. Even in her own ears she could hear a familiar edge to her voice and it made her deep down thoughts uneasy and her stomach coiled a little more tightly. 

On Sun, Apr 5, 2020 at 5:26 PM TrueTricia <tricia.nicewicz@...> wrote:
Vastolth did not miss the coolness of the Reaches.  He'd just landed, and already his hide felt warmer than it had on a summer's day back home.  He inflated his lungs and let it out in a big sigh, ending in a happy hum.  His eyes were closed against the light, and he held his wings out just a bit longer, enjoying the feel of the warmth.  Such good sun here in this Weyr; surely his Rider could be happy here, and then he could stay in this glorious sun.  

Vastolth was more patient than his rider in many ways, although the lack of long-term memory seemed to help with that.  It wasn't that the bronze didn't share many of his rider's desires, they were just tempered with the knowledge that he, Vastolth, would someday be the Best Bronze.  It wasn't arrogance, just fact.  All he lacked was the experience of his elders.  But once he'd lived long enough to have that, then he'd be the Best.  So if that took a little more time here in this strange Weyr, but he got some sunshine in the process, he was happy.

A human voice suddenly got his attention.  A human up here?  Oh that one he'd seen when he landed.  The voice must be coming from her.  He opened his eyes and turned his head to look over and behind himself at her, turning slowly to make it easier.  She'd just asked him where his wings were from.  What a strange question, and one that he didn't quite understand.  There was something familiar about her, but the bronze couldn't instantly place her.  And she'd lost her hides.... His rider would have been amused; he tended to be happy when such hides were missing.

Vastolth inspected his wings, looking at each one, tilting his head as if seeing them anew.  Speaking to a human other than his rider was not something he did often, but S'ryll wasn't nearby and the girl was asking him strange questions.  For some reason, he felt compelled to answer.  Perhaps some part of him recognized the former golderider in her, or perhaps just the sun had melted his resolve.  It mattered not.

}{*They are from my Egg, same as the rest of me.  Where else would they be from?*}{  He looked back at her.  }{*They are the same as they've always been.  I just checked.*}{



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Re: Familiar faces in strange new places. (Tyne/S'ryll)

TrueTricia
 

Vastolth did not miss the coolness of the Reaches.  He'd just landed, and already his hide felt warmer than it had on a summer's day back home.  He inflated his lungs and let it out in a big sigh, ending in a happy hum.  His eyes were closed against the light, and he held his wings out just a bit longer, enjoying the feel of the warmth.  Such good sun here in this Weyr; surely his Rider could be happy here, and then he could stay in this glorious sun.  

Vastolth was more patient than his rider in many ways, although the lack of long-term memory seemed to help with that.  It wasn't that the bronze didn't share many of his rider's desires, they were just tempered with the knowledge that he, Vastolth, would someday be the Best Bronze.  It wasn't arrogance, just fact.  All he lacked was the experience of his elders.  But once he'd lived long enough to have that, then he'd be the Best.  So if that took a little more time here in this strange Weyr, but he got some sunshine in the process, he was happy.

A human voice suddenly got his attention.  A human up here?  Oh that one he'd seen when he landed.  The voice must be coming from her.  He opened his eyes and turned his head to look over and behind himself at her, turning slowly to make it easier.  She'd just asked him where his wings were from.  What a strange question, and one that he didn't quite understand.  There was something familiar about her, but the bronze couldn't instantly place her.  And she'd lost her hides.... His rider would have been amused; he tended to be happy when such hides were missing.

Vastolth inspected his wings, looking at each one, tilting his head as if seeing them anew.  Speaking to a human other than his rider was not something he did often, but S'ryll wasn't nearby and the girl was asking him strange questions.  For some reason, he felt compelled to answer.  Perhaps some part of him recognized the former golderider in her, or perhaps just the sun had melted his resolve.  It mattered not.

}{*They are from my Egg, same as the rest of me.  Where else would they be from?*}{  He looked back at her.  }{*They are the same as they've always been.  I just checked.*}{


Re: Familiar faces in strange new places. (Tyne/S'ryll)

Nutmeg
 

After a while, and as she had hoped, the warm sun had seeped into her bones and brought with it the comforting doziness. Satisfied she was practically unseen, she had pulled off her shirt and lain back in the sun, feeling it seep into her skin, over the scars on her chest that were still exposed despite the thin vest she wore and had let her eyes drift lazily over the faire above her. They were embroiled in a cheerful game of tag, darting across the sky like colourful flags speeding across the blue expanse. Their merriment was soothing and she let her thoughts open, feeding off the others that were darting about nearby.

She had caught the sight of the approaching bronze out of the corner of her eye. He was moving closer than the other dragons and a small frown furrowed her brow. Normally they didn't come so far along this side of the Rim because there wasn't as much space for other dragons to be companionable with. Eyeing him with a little suspicion at first, her gaze was swiftly taken back to the firelizards in the air and she had let out a soft chuckle as she watched Song and Dance dive after Tubber and Rona with abject glee.

The backdraft as the bronze landed hit her. It had been a gentle landing, that much was obvious but the beast was huge and had still caused a gust of breeze that blew up the edge of her blanket and sent her shirt blustering along the stone. "Hey!" The annoyed outburst escaped her like a reflex and she rolled to her feet, trying to catch the garment but an errant breeze grabbed it and swooped it off the edge of the stone, whipped away. "Look at what you did!" Annoyance filtered through her relaxed enjoyment and her face set firmly as she turned toward the bronze, wondering if she might recognise it and... well, she probably wouldn't do anything at all, would she? It wasn't like she could have their Rider pulled up. Dusting off her knees, she looked at the dragon's back. Or more specifically, his wings.

"Those... those wings. I know those wings." She stood and stared at the unusual pattern presenting itself to her and felt her thoughts trying to scrabble into order. They were trying to go places she didn't like to go, not anymore. But the pattern. Like so many letters all on top of each other. She knew it. She knew that she did. "Where are your wings from?!" She blurted out, knowing somewhere that her question made no sense at all.

On Sun, Apr 5, 2020 at 4:48 PM TrueTricia <tricia.nicewicz@...> wrote:
Bronzerider S'ryll was finding Arolos trying at best.  The culture shock was real, and he had yet to make any real connections yet.  It still put him off when the deference he was used to for both his dragon and rank were not afforded to him here.  It was...disconcerting to say the least.  He sat in his weyr, organizing the things he'd brought with him.  It was difficult to be away from home this time.  He'd left his birthplace when he was younger and never looked back.  But that had been his choice, his decision.  This one had been made for him, and the unfairness of it grated on his nerves.  He should be....

He should be a lot of things, but he wasn't.  He wasn't about to wallow in it.  He needed to learn how this Weyr worked, and how to at least play nicely with the others.  "Mr. Likeable 2.0" he joked to himself.  This wasn't the first time he'd had to adapt and overcome in order to get ahead.  It wasn't as if he was ruthless, far from it, but certainly, being a friendly, nice, courteous, out-going nice bronzerider just wasn't his nature.  So he'd have to adapt and focus to move ahead here.  

He'd need to make some changes, and that started with his weyr.  Something that didn't scream overtly of his ambitions.  Simplistic, comfortable, welcoming... 

Vastolth had grown tired of watching his rider unpack.  {{I'm going to sun on the rim.  I like the sun here, even if the rest of it is strange.}}  The pale bronze spread his wings and took off, riding a thermal up to the Weyrrim and gazing along it.  There were plenty of dragons up here, in the places where humans rarely went.  A faire of flits cirlced ahead, and he winged in that direction, curious about them.  Flits were more common here than in the Reaches, and they were still a curiousity to him.  There was an open space just beyond where the faire circled, and he landed, banking at the last moment as he saw a small human stretched on a blanket not far from where he'd planned on landing, changing it to give her more space and spare her the worst of his backdraft as he landed.  His back to her, he stretched his wings, the sun catching the white scrolled markings that flowed across them.  S'ryll often said it was like someone tried to draw on his egg before he was Hatched and it had transferred onto him.  In the shade, they were more pronounced against the paleness of his hide, but even in the sun, the contrast was striking.



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Re: Born at the Right Time - Attn:Margana, R'tal, Cremsden

Laura Walker
 

Cremsden opened and shut his mouth several times, "I--uh-- with the gown on?" he managed, Hold sensitivities apparently choosing to come to the surface at the most inconvenient time. "I--uh--I mean I mostly meant to just in here.."

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On Sun, Apr 5, 2020 at 2:30 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
"She can walk around after I check to see how dilated she is, first," Rulynn said gently, urging Margana into a gown. 

"Why would I..." Margana winced as another contraction came, sooner than the last one did, "...want to walk around? I've been walking around all morning." She wanted to tell him to go look at how clean and straightened up R'tal's office was, but she also didn't want him to leave. 

Clothes off, gown on, Rulynn finished checking her. "You may want to, though. You're not fully ready."

Margana glared at her, but got off the bed. "Fine," she snapped at Ru, then held out her hand to Cremsden. "Let's go for a walk." She didn't see Rulynn grinning behind her, but knew that the healer probably was. 

On Sat, Apr 4, 2020 at 4:30 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
"Are you sure--uh," Well-intentioned advice that maybe Margana might prefer to walk about a bit more was swallowed as Cremsden saw her expression. "I'll er, shut up, shall I? Sorry."

On Sat, Apr 4, 2020 at 8:55 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
{{Be nice,}} Zlorenth said, knowing that the first thing Margana would say was that this was only a dress rehearsal. 

[[grrrrr,]] Margana mentally growled back at him. "Yes, it's time. My water broke, and my contractions are...," she looked at Rulynn. She wasn't counting.

"Her contractions are seven minutes apart. Your baby is impatient to get out here," Rulynn said, helping Margana off with her clothing and onto the bed.

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One final boost, and Margana was on Zlorenth's neck. The blue gently lifted off, which Margana knew was horribly difficult for him. But it was worth it, to not have to walk the distance to the Infirmary.

Zlorenth set down and several Healer apprentices were there to help her off, along with Journeyman Healer Rulynn. "Don't you know babies are supposed to come in the wee hours of the morning?" Ru said as she helped Margana waddle to a room set up specifically for birthing. 

"Tell you what---once this kid is old enough to understand, you tell them that," Margana replied. 

"Margana?" Cremsden appeared at a run, having being quietly alerted. "K'ren said -- are you sure? It's now?" He sounded torn between excitement and anxiety, sure they were ready but were they *ready*?


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Re: Familiar faces in strange new places. (Tyne/S'ryll)

TrueTricia
 

Bronzerider S'ryll was finding Arolos trying at best.  The culture shock was real, and he had yet to make any real connections yet.  It still put him off when the deference he was used to for both his dragon and rank were not afforded to him here.  It was...disconcerting to say the least.  He sat in his weyr, organizing the things he'd brought with him.  It was difficult to be away from home this time.  He'd left his birthplace when he was younger and never looked back.  But that had been his choice, his decision.  This one had been made for him, and the unfairness of it grated on his nerves.  He should be....

He should be a lot of things, but he wasn't.  He wasn't about to wallow in it.  He needed to learn how this Weyr worked, and how to at least play nicely with the others.  "Mr. Likeable 2.0" he joked to himself.  This wasn't the first time he'd had to adapt and overcome in order to get ahead.  It wasn't as if he was ruthless, far from it, but certainly, being a friendly, nice, courteous, out-going nice bronzerider just wasn't his nature.  So he'd have to adapt and focus to move ahead here.  

He'd need to make some changes, and that started with his weyr.  Something that didn't scream overtly of his ambitions.  Simplistic, comfortable, welcoming... 

Vastolth had grown tired of watching his rider unpack.  {{I'm going to sun on the rim.  I like the sun here, even if the rest of it is strange.}}  The pale bronze spread his wings and took off, riding a thermal up to the Weyrrim and gazing along it.  There were plenty of dragons up here, in the places where humans rarely went.  A faire of flits cirlced ahead, and he winged in that direction, curious about them.  Flits were more common here than in the Reaches, and they were still a curiousity to him.  There was an open space just beyond where the faire circled, and he landed, banking at the last moment as he saw a small human stretched on a blanket not far from where he'd planned on landing, changing it to give her more space and spare her the worst of his backdraft as he landed.  His back to her, he stretched his wings, the sun catching the white scrolled markings that flowed across them.  S'ryll often said it was like someone tried to draw on his egg before he was Hatched and it had transferred onto him.  In the shade, they were more pronounced against the paleness of his hide, but even in the sun, the contrast was striking.


Do you think I could be useful? (Tyne/Larsin)

Nutmeg
 

It had sat on Tyne's thoughts since her talk with Cremsden. Maybe she could do something with the firelizards. The problem was, she just didn't know what. Someone had suggested she look at Dragonhealing in general but... she wasn't sure she had the right kind of stomach for that. She wasn't even sure she would manage to be in the Infirmary too much around wounded or worse... dying dragons, the stink of ichor clogging her nostrils day in and day out. No... that might be... dangerous.

But she just felt, well, she felt more than a little lost. Now that her thoughts were beginning to settle more, she was becoming more and more acutely aware that she just didn't really have a place anymore. Myrandith had given her a different sort of purpose. A different sort of place. But now she didn't have that, well, she just didn't know who she was meant to be anymore. Something was taking root though and that was that she didn't just want to be the wild woman running through the Weyr that was talked about with hushed voices about who she HAD been. She wanted more than that now. She needed more than that now.

Shyly, she had spoken to a few different Dragonhealers who were more fascinated with her ability to talk to the firelizards than they were occupied with her being "that dragonless former Goldrider" but they had all said the same. If anyone could give her some advice, it would surely be Master Larsin. And if he was anywhere, it would be in his office. 

Someone had kindly taken her there, making small talk about the gold and bronze firelizards on her shoulders which had helped to set her at ease. They had even knocked on the door for her when they had realised that Tyne was far too nervous to do it herself. "Don't worry," the cheerful woman had said in low turns, "Master Larsin seems scary but he's really not terrible. He's one of the best for a reason and I'm sure he'll at least be able to give you some food for thought."

"Master Larsin? Are you about?" The journeywoman called at the door in a cheery tone. "There's someone here I think you'll like to speak to. A very lovely young lady who can talk to firelizards." Given that the woman was probably in her fifties. it had made Tyne giggle a little to be referred to as lovely, the jovial personality making her relax, although it didn't stop her playing nervously with the hem of her blouse.

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

Nutmeg
 

That did the trick and Ysolde's lovely green eyes widened so much they looked like they were going to fall out of her head. "Oh... I... uh..... I mean...." she stammered, clearly having no clue what to say next.

"I think the words you're looking for are 'thank you', Ysolde." Nayari's interjection was much kinder than her previous had been. Poor Ysolde, as easy to read as a book and it hadn't been hard to see that the warning about the wher had hit home and hopefully, in the right way. She wasn't foolish herself, she knew full well what the girl's riding aspirations were. "You can learn a lot from Weyrwoman Kassia. If you don't accuse her of stealing or push her over." The words brought a deep flush to Ysolde's cheeks and now the girl looked thoroughly miserable. No, this wasn't going to be a lesson that was forgotten too easily. Two sevenday of intensive cleaning and assisting with a LOT of paperwork was going to give the girl a whole lot to think about, that was for sure.

"Thank you..." Ysolde managed to mumble, now staring resolutely at the floor as though she wished it would open up and swallow her whole. Maybe if she just focused on that crack really intently.

On Sun, Apr 5, 2020 at 3:40 PM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:
"Perhaps I'll take a look." Kassia nodded. Her anger was fading and she was feeling more generous. After all, she hadn't been a perfect Candidate. Far from it. "I'm sure you'll think hard on this and work on your behavior. After your penance, come to me. We'll talk. You can help me wash Foreth."



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Familiar faces in strange new places. (Tyne/S'ryll)

Nutmeg
 

OoC: Set currently after Razelth has clutched.

IC: It wasn't Razelth's fault. Just as it wasn't Delysia's. But the news that the sweet young gold had lain her clutch on the Sands. Of course, realistically her logical brain had told her that this was going to happen at some point. She just... hadn't expected it to hit so hard. She had been pleased for both the gold and her Rider that it seemed to have gone smoothly and was pleased that soon there would be new dragons. She just couldn't stop the aching feeling that it wasn't fair. Not that Myrandith had exactly been the maternal type - the gold had hated feeling fat and ugly and was bored whenever she had had to sit and guard her eggs. But she, Tyne, had always been filled with so much pride knowing that she had played a part in the newest generation.

The excited chatter had begun to grate on her nerves and she could feel her temper fraying and, not wanting to do or say anything to dampen down the high spirits of someone unfortunate to get on the end of what could still be a very barbed tongue, Tyne had escaped. Or rather, she had climbed up to a part of the Rim that was almost impossible to get to unless you were either a very good climber or had the luxury of a dragon for an easy ride. Fortunately, she was the former and had hopped up the rocks like a mountain goat. Getting high above the Weyr gave her room to breathe, figuratively and emotionally as she scampered down the narrow trail away from the sunning dragons. She was always so careful not to interrupt them, not wanting them to be incited to bespeak her, these days hating the feeling of an unfamiliar voice invading her thoughts when the voice she wanted so desperately to hear would never be heard again. And she didn't want to take that out on them either. They didn't know and she didn't want to be unkind.

Plus, she wanted some time away to think on her idea. She wasn't sure how to present it or even to go about it but more than anything, she wanted desperately to be looked at as something other than "poor former Goldrider Tyne, she doesn't have a dragon anymore, you know" - it was the familiar feeling of wanting to be someone and take one more step away from the eyes that looked on her with pity and more than occasionally, a good chunk of fear. 

She had had the foresight to take her pack with her containing food and importantly, a small blanket that she laid down on the smoother rocks and settled herself into a familiar cross-legged position. It would be a good chance to meditate as well. Bobbin was stretched out next to her, the gold dozing in the warm sunshine. Cairn had taken it upon himself to join the rest of the faire that spiralled overhead like a cyclone of colour, taking the lead as he spun them back and forth. Occasionally one of the group would land near Tyne, depositing some small treasure they had found such as a shiny stone or small fish for Bobbin before darting back into the fray as the faire looped lazily through the sky above Tyne.

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Re: I'm Not Pregant Party atten: Sarati/any

sailyn2
 

Sarati spotted the other rider.

"Hey, come join us. The more the merrier!" The wine might have already been going to Sarati's head. Or maybe just the happiness of freedom. Or maybe she was just enjoying the wild side of being Kassia's daughter.


Re: I'm Not Pregant Party atten: Sarati/any

sailyn2
 

"Well, good to  have you. Careful drinking as a Candidate," she warned. "They kick out Candidates for that." She was at least smart enough not to corrupt Candidates. "Do you like it here?"


Re: I'm Not Pregant Party atten: Sarati/any

Yvonne
 

Sarati's words amused Nadia to no end. The golden-eyed rider smiled before  breaking into a laugh. Gracefully she got up and moved to retrieve a glass of wine.

She recalled when she stepped into the weyr for the first time and how in awe she had been of the place and the people.

Picking up her glass, she looked around the room before she retook her seat.


Re: It's hard to be in charge atten: Kassia/M'gal

sailyn2
 

"It only gets worse," Kassia replied to him. "For better for worse, you'll likely not have to do this forever. Well, for a lot less time than I will, anyway. Some are okay, but shards." She shook her head.


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

sailyn2
 

"Perhaps I'll take a look." Kassia nodded. Her anger was fading and she was feeling more generous. After all, she hadn't been a perfect Candidate. Far from it. "I'm sure you'll think hard on this and work on your behavior. After your penance, come to me. We'll talk. You can help me wash Foreth."


Re: I'm Not Pregant Party atten: Sarati/any

TrueTricia
 

Kika looked around at the others that had started gathering.  She knew of Shalia and Rennitz, even if she didn't know them personally, from the Candidate Barracks.  She gave a small shy smile at the both of them.  Both were so much more experienced in the Weyr than she was and more outgoing.  And this new woman was a dragonrider and a Lady Holder?  Kika was confused by this, but then, she knew Arolos was different than what she expected based on her experience up North.

"I'm Candidate Kika, m'...." she stopped herself.  "I'm new here, recently Searched from Keroon and the Beastcrafter Hall there."


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

Nutmeg
 

Tyne was enjoying the closeness of someone else, someone in her tiny circle that made her feel safe. "I wanted you to see them. I don't think Idri knows what to do with me now, though. But...." Her voice trailed away and she looked sheepish, almost a little guilty. "... They're talking about letting me live alone again. Be more independent." It was a massive step and part of her was convinced it couldn't possibly be a good idea whilst another part of her was positively swooning at the idea. Her own time. Her own space. Yes, she adored Idri - considering the woman family, not a minder. But she couldn't help but wish she was entirely considered a functional adult again. 

Zeeti was delighted by the attention, letting out a rumbling croon that was akin to a purr as she rubbed her head against R'zzon's fingers. The blue in question, soon to be known as "Song", one half of the mischievous pair made up by his brother, the equally naughty "Dance" had indeed settled himself back to sleep whilst another blue and two greens snuggled up closer, yawning and stretching like kittens in a basket. Cairn took a sniff and hopped away, clearly not too entirely impressed. Bobbin on the other hand, crawled into the basket and curled herself up around the tiny bodies, looking for all the world like a tiny gold dragon in the immediate aftermath of a hatching. Tyne was clearly delighted, stooping to kiss the top of Bobbin's head fondly. Fortunately, Myandith hadn't been quite so maternal with her clutches, glad to be rid of them so she could get back to her court of admirers as soon as possible and hating having been confined to the Hatching Sands instead of being on full view for all to admire. It was the difference like this that grounded her, stopping her mind trying to turn the tiny gold into a gold that... didn't exist anymore.

"I think you'd do marvellously with a little flit. Maybe an adorable little green or a reliable, chunky brown. You've got all the patience they need. I mean... if you can be patient with me, a flit would be no problem at all." She smiled sheepishly up at him, clearly unsure whether it was okay that, likely for the very first time, she had made light of the terrible situation which they had found themselves.

On Sun, Apr 5, 2020 at 2:41 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
R'zzon reached out a finger and rubbed Zeeti's head. "If I ever get a firelizard, I'd want them to be like this one. She's going to be a beauty when she grows up." He looked in the basket at the firelizards settling back down to sleep. "That blue is going to be trouble, though. If you, Cairn and Bobbin were able to get him to go back to sleep, he wasn't hungry. So he did that just to be a brat."  



On Sun, Apr 5, 2020 at 7:04 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Tyne covered the hand on her arm with her own, much smaller one, her slim fingers threading easily through his own and she smiled up at him - a warm, genuine smile that made her often so dark and sad eyes sparkle brightly. "I knew you'd understand." I was so hard to put it into words that someone could follow because it was so hard to understand in her own mind as well. How did you put into words something that every core of your being said was wrong and unnatural so that someone else could make sense of it? She rested her head against his arm for a moment, enjoying the warmth coming through his sleeve. 

The moment was disrupted by the head of tiny blue sticking his head out of the blanket with a loud and bewildered squawk. The others followed suit and started shouting angrily for the reason for their disruption. "Oh hush, shush now babies," Tyne cooed, pulling her hand away to lean into the basket. Bobbin contributed too, leaning in and warbling at the shouting hatchlings. They were safe and could go back to sleep, sleep was good, they needed lots of sleep. Safety and comfort and the need to sleep was the overarching emotions being pushed at the disturbed firelizards and several of them quietened, watching their observers with whirling eyes. "Not all, I have named some!" Tyne pointed at a brown who was watching them suspiciously. "Like him, he's Chief. He listens a lot, especially to Cairn. I think he's going to be the Wingsecond." She held up the tiny green who was still clinging to her free hand, the green squealed and chirruped and Tyne nuzzled her fondly, the green butting against her chin with her own tiny head. "And this is Zeeti. She's an absolute sweetheart. I can tell she's going to be a cuddlebug."

On Sat, Apr 4, 2020 at 9:08 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
R'zzon hoped he would never, ever have to experience what Tyne was going through. But he could be there for her. And he could at least try to understand.

"I'm glad you have them," he said. "I'm glad you can get some relief from the silence." He didn't hug her, as he was never sure if hugging would frighten her. But he did put a hand on her arm, and bent over to look at the basket of firelizards.

"I love their colors," he said. "Have you named them all yet?"

On Thu, Apr 2, 2020 at 4:13 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
She waited silently whilst he thought, aware that he seemed to be processing what she said and thinking very carefully about what he was going to say next. It was one of the things she appreciated about him. He was careful and considerate, not overly impulsive or reckless. It was safe. And she liked safe. As he spoke, she nodded with eager encouragement, elated that he was in a way, on the right track.

"The space that is Myrandith. Will always be Myrandith, even if she isn't there anymore is... is like looking into a gaping chasm. You can't see the bottom. It goes on forever..." She paused, waving her hands awkwardly and carefully scooping up a tiny green that was trying to escape her basket nest and gently smoothed her light green hide. "And the silence is the loudest noise you can possibly imagine. But it's silence. But it's so loud all at the same time and you can't... you can't stop yourself standing on the edge, looking for the bottom, waiting for the sound that's meant to be there." 

Tyne let out a sudden hiccup as the familiar swell of emotion made her chest ache and a lump form in her throat. "But they," And she gestured at Bobbin who creeled softly at her and Cairn, watching her intently. "...When they're there, I can see glimpses of colour inside that chasm. Can feel whispers of voices that break the silence down just enough. Just so it's bearable. When they're all there. All the others, even the ones that aren't mine, the colours are more vibrant and their voices are... are..." She fumbled for the word she was looking for. "... They're like listening to a sea shell and hearing the sea. It's a constant rush of smaller, simpler voices."

On Thu, Apr 2, 2020 at 12:57 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
R'zzon stood there and listened. He thought about the Panagath-shaped place in his mind, filled with everything that was Panagath, and nothing else.

{{And why would there be something in my space?}} Panagath asked, albeit softly. 

If Panagath were gone, he'd just absolutely die. But if he wasn't allowed to...he didn't have his own firelizard, but he supposed that having something in his mind...

"I think I understand. The noise and chatter of your firelizards covers Myrandith's silence. Or, maybe not covers," he says thoughtfully, "softens it." It meant a lot to him that he got this right. He tried to understand Tyne, because she needed someone to understand. Not just say they understood, but to really be able to emphathize.


On Mon, Mar 30, 2020 at 5:15 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
"No," Tyne said matter of factly, breaking from her role of adoring mother wherry to look up at R'zzon. "I have ten. Aaru belongs to Bobbin. She only listens to me because I can hear her. And because Bobbin tells her to." That she was now the owner of an absurd amount of firelizards didn't register as anything other than absolute bliss. "I can hear all of them, together..." she babbled happily. "... They're making the space smaller. Myrandith's space. Oh, R'zzon..." Tyne signed dreamily, letting herself indulge in the feelings filling her mind as though it were a warm blanket on the coldest of winters. "... I can't explain it, I can't."

The giddy childishness was slipping away slightly, replaced by the more lucid tones that Tyne had been beginning to display more and more of late. "... My head," she went on to explain. "... It's not so quiet. So empty. Like there's patches of colour and emotion that are just covering the space. It's still her shape... her shadow. But it's like part of it is being filled...." Tyne paused, frowning. "... No," she said suddenly, a stern note to her voice. "... not filled in. She's always there underneath. It's... like a blanket. A blanket of noise that's the right kind of noise." It was so hard to explain and she wrung her hands slightly as consternation flickered over her face. She struggled to understand it herself because she could always feel her gold there. Could always feel how Myrandith's presence was meant to be there. But the tiny flashes of emotion and image without a defined, individual voice... they were a patchwork blanket of comforting similarity without attempting to replace or forget the individual that had been there first. 

On Mon, Mar 30, 2020 at 12:05 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Nine firelizards? R'zzon boggled. Which gave her..,"You have eleven firelizards now?" How could she handle that? But, looking at the sheer happiness on her face, maybe it was a good thing. She seemed less haunted than she had been.

"So, where did they come from?" he asked. "I haven't seen you in a few days, so this had to have happened recently."  He ran his fingers through his hair. What did one say to someone who just Impressed nine more firelizards?

{{Congratulations is a good start.}}

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 12:01 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Her expression took on a mischievous bent as she gently pulled back the blanket some more. A blanket that had begun to rustle and move of its own accord. "All of them." she beamed as one by one, the tiny and yawning heads of baby firelizards began to pop up between the folds like springs popping out of a mattress. Three... four... five... six... seven.. eight...nine.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

R'zzon ignored him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[[My what?]] he sleepily asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Florcott on AIM.

I'm sometimes slow and have the memory of a sieve at times, so don't hesitate to poke me if you think you've been forgotten!



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Florcott on AIM.

I'm sometimes slow and have the memory of a sieve at times, so don't hesitate to poke me if you think you've been forgotten!



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Florcott on AIM.

I'm sometimes slow and have the memory of a sieve at times, so don't hesitate to poke me if you think you've been forgotten!



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Florcott on AIM.

I'm sometimes slow and have the memory of a sieve at times, so don't hesitate to poke me if you think you've been forgotten!



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Florcott on AIM.

I'm sometimes slow and have the memory of a sieve at times, so don't hesitate to poke me if you think you've been forgotten!



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Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Florcott on AIM.

I'm sometimes slow and have the memory of a sieve at times, so don't hesitate to poke me if you think you've been forgotten!


Re: In Need of a Bit of Healing (Ambrelli/Z'go)

TrueTricia
 

"You'd be amazed at how many Riders, even this far into a Pass, still don't know how to do so adequately."  She was inspecting the wound now.  "Gamyth, tell me if any of this hurts, even with the numbweed your rider applied."  She was gentle, but she needed to touch the flesh to decide what needed to be done next.  While she did this, Merck had disentangled himself from her shoulder, and flew to land on the ledge outside, but near the dragon's head.

}{::Friends?:}{ the little brown sent to the dragon in a series of pictures and emotions, accompanied by a vocal chirp.  He knew better than to get close to a dragon's head without permission.  

She looked up as Z'go returned, holding the wineskin and a cup, which he held out to her.  "Depends on your questions, Brownrider."  The tone was not the same respectful one she'd used with his dragon.  "I take healing dragons seriously.  Their riders, less so."  She shook her head at the wine.  "I don't drink while i'm working.  You don't want clouded senses while healing."  

{{::Friends!::}} Merck sent to her, the image of Z'go in the flit's eyes glowing and offering her flowers instead of wine.  She took his point, or at least the point she decided he was trying to make.  She ignored the other implication of the brown.  The rider was trying to be courteous.  She could be the same. 

"Gamyth is my last patient.  After though..." she didn't finish the sentence, letting it trail off.   "Thank you."  The last was said slightly grudgingly.  She stood then and brushed past him to where she'd set her satchel down.  She dug out her own jar of numbweed, a more potent one that the healers had for working.  She grabbed the satchel, and moved back to the brown.  

"I'm going to spread fresh numbweed over the wound.  Then I'll cut away the dead or infected flesh.  It shouldn't hurt, but if you feel anything Gamyth, please let me know.  Then I'll spread the healing salves on it.  Afterwards, I'll start working on your hide and muscles to the point I marked."


Re: In Need of a Bit of Healing (Ambrelli/Z'go)

Rogue Kakashi
 

"Aye, I've treated threadscore before, this wasn't my first Fall," he replied watching as she worked.  It was strange to find such... an angry yet beautiful woman.  In his experience that usually meant that there was an undercurrent beneath the surface.  The dragonpoker player in him noticed the way she dressed herself, even when on duty, with such precision, said a lot about her.  He recognized his own kind; and those impenetrable walls were really made out of glass, barely containing the raging wildfire within.  

"No questions," he answered and let her get to work.  Returning to his bed, he salvaged the wineskin and returned, fairly sure he was going to need it survive this woman.  

"I'm pretty sure that you would bite my head off if I did have any questions, though," he challenged, pouring some of the dark red liquid into a cleaned out klah mug.  "You definitely need a drink."

- Z'go


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

Laurie
 

R'zzon reached out a finger and rubbed Zeeti's head. "If I ever get a firelizard, I'd want them to be like this one. She's going to be a beauty when she grows up." He looked in the basket at the firelizards settling back down to sleep. "That blue is going to be trouble, though. If you, Cairn and Bobbin were able to get him to go back to sleep, he wasn't hungry. So he did that just to be a brat."  



On Sun, Apr 5, 2020 at 7:04 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Tyne covered the hand on her arm with her own, much smaller one, her slim fingers threading easily through his own and she smiled up at him - a warm, genuine smile that made her often so dark and sad eyes sparkle brightly. "I knew you'd understand." I was so hard to put it into words that someone could follow because it was so hard to understand in her own mind as well. How did you put into words something that every core of your being said was wrong and unnatural so that someone else could make sense of it? She rested her head against his arm for a moment, enjoying the warmth coming through his sleeve. 

The moment was disrupted by the head of tiny blue sticking his head out of the blanket with a loud and bewildered squawk. The others followed suit and started shouting angrily for the reason for their disruption. "Oh hush, shush now babies," Tyne cooed, pulling her hand away to lean into the basket. Bobbin contributed too, leaning in and warbling at the shouting hatchlings. They were safe and could go back to sleep, sleep was good, they needed lots of sleep. Safety and comfort and the need to sleep was the overarching emotions being pushed at the disturbed firelizards and several of them quietened, watching their observers with whirling eyes. "Not all, I have named some!" Tyne pointed at a brown who was watching them suspiciously. "Like him, he's Chief. He listens a lot, especially to Cairn. I think he's going to be the Wingsecond." She held up the tiny green who was still clinging to her free hand, the green squealed and chirruped and Tyne nuzzled her fondly, the green butting against her chin with her own tiny head. "And this is Zeeti. She's an absolute sweetheart. I can tell she's going to be a cuddlebug."

On Sat, Apr 4, 2020 at 9:08 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
R'zzon hoped he would never, ever have to experience what Tyne was going through. But he could be there for her. And he could at least try to understand.

"I'm glad you have them," he said. "I'm glad you can get some relief from the silence." He didn't hug her, as he was never sure if hugging would frighten her. But he did put a hand on her arm, and bent over to look at the basket of firelizards.

"I love their colors," he said. "Have you named them all yet?"

On Thu, Apr 2, 2020 at 4:13 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
She waited silently whilst he thought, aware that he seemed to be processing what she said and thinking very carefully about what he was going to say next. It was one of the things she appreciated about him. He was careful and considerate, not overly impulsive or reckless. It was safe. And she liked safe. As he spoke, she nodded with eager encouragement, elated that he was in a way, on the right track.

"The space that is Myrandith. Will always be Myrandith, even if she isn't there anymore is... is like looking into a gaping chasm. You can't see the bottom. It goes on forever..." She paused, waving her hands awkwardly and carefully scooping up a tiny green that was trying to escape her basket nest and gently smoothed her light green hide. "And the silence is the loudest noise you can possibly imagine. But it's silence. But it's so loud all at the same time and you can't... you can't stop yourself standing on the edge, looking for the bottom, waiting for the sound that's meant to be there." 

Tyne let out a sudden hiccup as the familiar swell of emotion made her chest ache and a lump form in her throat. "But they," And she gestured at Bobbin who creeled softly at her and Cairn, watching her intently. "...When they're there, I can see glimpses of colour inside that chasm. Can feel whispers of voices that break the silence down just enough. Just so it's bearable. When they're all there. All the others, even the ones that aren't mine, the colours are more vibrant and their voices are... are..." She fumbled for the word she was looking for. "... They're like listening to a sea shell and hearing the sea. It's a constant rush of smaller, simpler voices."

On Thu, Apr 2, 2020 at 12:57 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
R'zzon stood there and listened. He thought about the Panagath-shaped place in his mind, filled with everything that was Panagath, and nothing else.

{{And why would there be something in my space?}} Panagath asked, albeit softly. 

If Panagath were gone, he'd just absolutely die. But if he wasn't allowed to...he didn't have his own firelizard, but he supposed that having something in his mind...

"I think I understand. The noise and chatter of your firelizards covers Myrandith's silence. Or, maybe not covers," he says thoughtfully, "softens it." It meant a lot to him that he got this right. He tried to understand Tyne, because she needed someone to understand. Not just say they understood, but to really be able to emphathize.


On Mon, Mar 30, 2020 at 5:15 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
"No," Tyne said matter of factly, breaking from her role of adoring mother wherry to look up at R'zzon. "I have ten. Aaru belongs to Bobbin. She only listens to me because I can hear her. And because Bobbin tells her to." That she was now the owner of an absurd amount of firelizards didn't register as anything other than absolute bliss. "I can hear all of them, together..." she babbled happily. "... They're making the space smaller. Myrandith's space. Oh, R'zzon..." Tyne signed dreamily, letting herself indulge in the feelings filling her mind as though it were a warm blanket on the coldest of winters. "... I can't explain it, I can't."

The giddy childishness was slipping away slightly, replaced by the more lucid tones that Tyne had been beginning to display more and more of late. "... My head," she went on to explain. "... It's not so quiet. So empty. Like there's patches of colour and emotion that are just covering the space. It's still her shape... her shadow. But it's like part of it is being filled...." Tyne paused, frowning. "... No," she said suddenly, a stern note to her voice. "... not filled in. She's always there underneath. It's... like a blanket. A blanket of noise that's the right kind of noise." It was so hard to explain and she wrung her hands slightly as consternation flickered over her face. She struggled to understand it herself because she could always feel her gold there. Could always feel how Myrandith's presence was meant to be there. But the tiny flashes of emotion and image without a defined, individual voice... they were a patchwork blanket of comforting similarity without attempting to replace or forget the individual that had been there first. 

On Mon, Mar 30, 2020 at 12:05 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Nine firelizards? R'zzon boggled. Which gave her..,"You have eleven firelizards now?" How could she handle that? But, looking at the sheer happiness on her face, maybe it was a good thing. She seemed less haunted than she had been.

"So, where did they come from?" he asked. "I haven't seen you in a few days, so this had to have happened recently."  He ran his fingers through his hair. What did one say to someone who just Impressed nine more firelizards?

{{Congratulations is a good start.}}

On Sun, Mar 29, 2020 at 12:01 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Her expression took on a mischievous bent as she gently pulled back the blanket some more. A blanket that had begun to rustle and move of its own accord. "All of them." she beamed as one by one, the tiny and yawning heads of baby firelizards began to pop up between the folds like springs popping out of a mattress. Three... four... five... six... seven.. eight...nine.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

R'zzon ignored him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[[My what?]] he sleepily asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Re: It's hard to be in charge atten: Kassia/M'gal

Laurie
 

"Any time with you is a fun time," he answered, obliging her with a kiss more passionate than he intended. He held her close for a moment before releasing her and sighed. "Why is it that the longer I'm Weyrleader, the less intelligent most of the rest of the Weyr seems to be? Some days I wonder how they manage to get dressed in the morning."

On Sat, Apr 4, 2020 at 4:49 PM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:
"I assume it's not because you're hoping for some fun times," she said after she closed the door behind her and Brogan. She pointed at the door and told the wher to stay before approaching her mate for a kiss.


Re: Born at the Right Time - Attn:Margana, R'tal, Cremsden

Laurie
 

"She can walk around after I check to see how dilated she is, first," Rulynn said gently, urging Margana into a gown. 

"Why would I..." Margana winced as another contraction came, sooner than the last one did, "...want to walk around? I've been walking around all morning." She wanted to tell him to go look at how clean and straightened up R'tal's office was, but she also didn't want him to leave. 

Clothes off, gown on, Rulynn finished checking her. "You may want to, though. You're not fully ready."

Margana glared at her, but got off the bed. "Fine," she snapped at Ru, then held out her hand to Cremsden. "Let's go for a walk." She didn't see Rulynn grinning behind her, but knew that the healer probably was. 

On Sat, Apr 4, 2020 at 4:30 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
"Are you sure--uh," Well-intentioned advice that maybe Margana might prefer to walk about a bit more was swallowed as Cremsden saw her expression. "I'll er, shut up, shall I? Sorry."

On Sat, Apr 4, 2020 at 8:55 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
{{Be nice,}} Zlorenth said, knowing that the first thing Margana would say was that this was only a dress rehearsal. 

[[grrrrr,]] Margana mentally growled back at him. "Yes, it's time. My water broke, and my contractions are...," she looked at Rulynn. She wasn't counting.

"Her contractions are seven minutes apart. Your baby is impatient to get out here," Rulynn said, helping Margana off with her clothing and onto the bed.

On Mon, Mar 30, 2020 at 5:08 AM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:


One final boost, and Margana was on Zlorenth's neck. The blue gently lifted off, which Margana knew was horribly difficult for him. But it was worth it, to not have to walk the distance to the Infirmary.

Zlorenth set down and several Healer apprentices were there to help her off, along with Journeyman Healer Rulynn. "Don't you know babies are supposed to come in the wee hours of the morning?" Ru said as she helped Margana waddle to a room set up specifically for birthing. 

"Tell you what---once this kid is old enough to understand, you tell them that," Margana replied. 

"Margana?" Cremsden appeared at a run, having being quietly alerted. "K'ren said -- are you sure? It's now?" He sounded torn between excitement and anxiety, sure they were ready but were they *ready*?


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