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

Nutmeg
 

Ysolde opened her mouth to protest but Nayari got there first. "Whatever arguments you might be formulating you can close your mouth again, Ysolde. You're fortunate, no, you're extremely lucky that the Weyrwoman hasn't forbidden you from standing at this clutch, no..." Nayari held up a warning finger as Ysolde opened her mouth again. "... You're letting yourself down Ysolde. And you should be ashamed of yourself. You, who normally prides yourself on such good manners is currently showing an astounding lack of them."

Ysolde kept her mouth shut, but inside she was trembling with fury. Maybe when she had calmed down a little she would admit that she had been a little hasty in her reaction but not yet. Right now she was two steps and a sneeze from doing or saying something that would get her into even more trouble. But it just seemed so biased and more than a little unfair.

"... Furthermore," Nayari continued, "... as well as the Weyrwoman's expectations, during these two sevenday day you have also lost your crafting privileges. I will be sending a letter to your father informing him of your behaviour and during this time, you will instead be assisting myself. You will present to my office instead of doing your Craft. And you will be writing a formal apology to the Weyrwoman." Nayari's face was thunder and if Ysolde was still considering arguing, she thought better of it, biting her lip so hard that she could taste the metallic tang of blood filling her mouth.

"Yes, Candidatemaster." she managed between gritted teeth. Her eyes sparkled with bright, furious tears. And what would her father say, oh, but he would be so disappointed in her. That her Craft would be taken away as well, her chance at solitude was almost too much to bear. And for what? A rude person who couldn't keep their hands to themselves but just so happened to have the right knots on their shoulder. Oh., she could see how this worked. It didn't matter that Kassia had been, in her mind, rude and extremely presumptuous to pick something up that she knew wasn't hers and knew she hadn't been given permission for. No, that was perfectly fine. Or so, that was how Ysolde interpreted it.

Her face was tight, jaw clenched and eyes blinking furiously to keep the treacherous tears under control. She could feel a petulant response clawing its way up her throat and she swallowed hard, determined to refuse it escape. She straightened herself up, correcting her posture with her shoulders back, head held up high. Oh, but how she wished she could excuse herself to her cot but as they were standing right by it, the exit wouldn't be nearly as dramatic as she wanted. "I welcome any reprimand that you and the Weyrwoman see fit." Her voice was clenched and clipped, working furiously to be kept under control.

On Sun, Apr 5, 2020 at 12:27 AM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:
"Whether I should have touched it or not, you should not have assaulted me. Weyrwoman or not. Nor accused me of being a Thief." Kassia shook her head. "There are better ways to handle this." She nodded at Nayari. "I believe that losing all privileges for two sevendays while performing drudge duties will give you plenty of time to consider alternative ways you could have handled this. At the end you can write me a paper describing these options. You'd better hope I'm satisfied."



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Re: Tail-Bone of a Person ( Kyrel/Aruithil )

Rogue Kakashi
 

"Oh, he got his due!" Aruithil continued, very much pleased that Kyrel shared her opinion.  She too could not believe that he was walking around freely but it had been three turns and if anything were to be done in that regard it would have.  "He was confined to his weyr for months, and on daily latrine duty for twice as long, and not allowed to miss a single Drill not Fall.  If he wasn't a dragonrider, I'd say exile him to some island, but it isn't his dragon's fault his rider is a total wherry brained mud eater!"

As she spoke she opened one of the drawers and pulled out a case.  She picked one of the many glass vials holding samples of different plants.  After glancing threw them for a few seconds she pulled one out, "Do you know this one?"

- Aruithil

- Aruithil


Re: A Senior Request (Cremsden/Aruithil)

Rogue Kakashi
 

The task seemed daunting and Aru felt a prickling tension between her shoulder blades, as if an enormous weight had been put on her.  She wanted to flee but she wasn't a coward, and that emboldened her, turning her expression dead serious as she listened to Cremsden, nodding her head as he made each point.  There was no doubt in her mind that she would do this, and the next time he quizzed her she would make him proud, "Yes, sir.  I'll practice every chance I get! In which area do you recommend I start?"

- Aruithil


Re: I Still Can't Belive You're a Mother atten: Shalia/Sarati

Kevin M
 

Shalia brightened up as the voice sounded in her head.  While not nearly as recognizable to her as Rhyth, or even Foreth, she still identified it immediately.  ((Thank you, Kabelth!  Please ask her to meet me at the Dining Hall?  Or should I meet at your weyr?)) she asked the green as politely as she could.  It was, after all, possible that the other woman already had picnic supplies lined up.

Having young twins did eat up a chunk of her time, even if she tended to leave them at the Creche... or with their father... or grandfather.  Kids were cute enough, although she preferred to enjoy them for a short while and then hand them back to whomever they belonged to, but babies were a lot of work with not all that much interesting about them.  In fact, she'd been on her way to the Creche guiltily aware that she should spend *some* time with the babies (...all the babies in her little family unit, not just the ones she'd birthed, and maybe take Gillyna for a ride...) but happily switched course.
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Old Enough to Know Better ((Attn: S'ryll / Kyrel))

 

Mid-morning found Kyrel sitting next to the weyrlake, standing out like a sore thumb as the youngest person settled on the beach to enjoy the peaceful waterfront. He was not the only one present, certainly, but the only young man in candidate attire. By the angle of the sun, it would have been obvious to any onlooker that he was skipping the day's first Harper-led lessons. No one had approached him thus far to tell him that he couldn't be there, and in his mind there was little reason he shouldn't be, so he didn't have even the decency to pretend otherwise. 
 
This early in the day, the temperature was not yet blisteringly hot. It was the perfect spot for him to read. Nestled in his lap was a thick volume he was nearly 3/4ths of the way through, his thumb holding the pages apart at the center crease. Alongside it, a piece of slender rope had been knotted awkwardly by inexperienced hands. "...and so you thread it through this loop," Kyrel muttered to himself, not a care in the world beyond his study at that moment. "Oh, under that one and then over." 
 
There was so much to catch up on before Hatching day arrived if he wanted a shot to Stand with the other candidates. It seemed like he spent every waking moment absorbing new information; even avoiding a numbers lesson, he was still /reading/. Faranth, there was /so much reading/. 
 


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

Rogue Kakashi
 

Z'go listened and nodded as Cremsden explained the medine and how to use it.  Numbweed seemed simple enough but the brownrider was wary of the pills, as he'd heard of more than one person becoming addicted to them if they weren't careful enough.  It would've probably bothered the medic to know, but Z'go was already deciding that he would try them once and if they didnt sit well he'd probably try to slather up the numbweed until he felt better.  "Thanks, Cremsden," he replied, taking the medicine in one hand.  "Knew I could count on you, even if you do lose more than you win in dragonpoker."  The brownrider winked and clapped the man, who probably won much more than Z'go gave him credit for, in gratitude.  "Four days then.  Try to put a muzzle on those apprentices of yours by then."

- Z'go


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

TrueTricia
 

Ambrelli pursed her lips.  She could smell the wine on his breath, and by the state of him, he'd just woken up.  And apparently lost his shirt.  Well, she hadn't grown up in Weyrs by being a prude, but still.  She glanced at him in irritation.  She'd been ready to go before this, and he was only going to make her more ready to be done.  And perhaps follow his example with that wine.

"What I want, Brownrider Z'go, is to go home to my own bed with my own bottle of wine.  But instead I'm here to take care of your dragon.  I hope he's in a better state that you are."  She pushed the door open the remainder of the way, not asking for his permission, and proceeded inside.

"Dragon Gamyth.  I'm Jm Ambrelli.  I will speak directly to you as I run the diagnostics.  You may speak directly to me or use your rider as an intermediary.  Regardless, I thank you for your services, and I'm here to help you."  If her tone had been annoyed with his rider, there was a distinct change as she dealt with the dragon, and her tone was respectful and professional.  Dragons were, after all, the real saviors of Pern.  People with some flamethrowers could never replicate what the dragons did, or what they allowed to grow.  Ambrelli's father and mother had impressed that upon her from birth.  Spending time with her father and his bronze, the older dragon letting her play on him like a dotting uncle, but then bravely fighting Thread and suffering the scores.  Dragons were why the Weyrs existed...the humans were just there to guide them in her opinion.  

"Do I have your permission, Gamyth, to proceed?"  


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

Rogue Kakashi
 

Z'go was not used to people banging on the door to his weyr.  Firstly, most sane members of the weyr dared not ascend the half dozen flight of stairs that it took to reach it, and secondly most who visited him either had their own dragons or were brought up personally by the brownrider.  He'd been flying Thread all morning, too, and Gamyth had been lightly scored on his right haunch, which had only put the rider into a fouler mood.  After he was told that a dragonhealer would visit his weyr later, the brownrider had slathered some numbweed on the brown and had spend the rest of the afternoon "waiting" with a bottle of wine until he inevitably fell asleep.

The knocking brought him back to conscious world with a groan.  He pulled himself from his bed wearing nothing but the pants he'd fallen asleep with and headed over to the door.  He undid the bolts and locks and after a few brief moments the blonde man opened the door just enough to glare sleepily at the woman who'd woken him up.  "What do you want?" he asked, his voice scratchy from having just woken up.

Gamyth was watching, being his usual quiet self, with slight amusement at his rider's annoyance.  {{ She is the dragonhealer, }} the brown told him.  Z'go would've preferred that information before, because now he had to begrudgingly wait for her to answer for herself.

- Z'go and Gamyth


Re: A Unceremonious Arrival (S'ryll/Kassia)

TrueTricia
 

"It's a sad day when a Goldrider, let alone the Weyrwoman, faces threats.  She shouldn't have to...."  There was no arrogance in his voice, just regret at the situation itself.  He remembered the incident now better.  He'd been a young rider back then and oblivious to the issues with the other Weyrs.  He'd forgotten that it was Arolos and High Reaches that had been in conflict then, as the incident was best left in the back of their minds.  That they had bad blood between them, well, that was part of what made his transfer here sting all the more.  It was meant to be a slight.

"And can you take care of yourself, Sar, with that dagger on your hip?" he asked her.  "Or shall I volunteer to guard you when there are now whers about?"  He gave a glance to the beasts he saw.  He couldn't help it.  He wanted a closer look.  He'd have to find the beastcrafters here and discuss the curiosities.  Breeding and training whers as guards.  His Crafter side wanted to investigate, but not so long as this Sar was before him.  

{{And we still need a weyr.  And a wing assignment.  And a good weyr.  And a good wing assignment.}}  Vastolth reminded him. 


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

TrueTricia
 

Kika was sitting off to the side, studying in the Dining Hall while finishing her evening meal.  It had been a long day, and the female Candidate had learned in her short time here at Arolos, that while she might be good with animals, there was much more to Weyrlife than that.  She felt overwhelmed, and her shyness didn't help with any of that.  

She looked up when the commotion started by a girl who didn't look terribly older than herself came in and started buying drinks.  Some guy pushed one in her hand and she sipped it, making a face.  It was much stiffer than she was used to, and she knew a drink like this usually came with trouble.  But she was not her father, she reminded herself, before taking another sip.

"Thank you, m'lady." she said to the young woman courteously, oblivious to who she was, but hearing the 'Lady Holder' part.  "And congratulations..."    


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

Steelsilver
 

{Mag' fam' gone.} Glaurung elaborated, nosing his twoleg for attention, and Maglor's hand moved reflexively to pet the bronze's hide. 

"That's all in the past now." the Harper murmured. "I like Arolos, for all its oddities. Life here certainly isn't boring." 

On Sat, Apr 4, 2020 at 6:33 PM Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:

{Gone?} Ziya was confused as she looked Maglor up and down. {'Rung human still have leg, yes?}

Diagir nodded solemnly. "I see. I suppose that I can understand to a point. My brother, I think I said, Impressed green. Father wasn't too thrilled since, as he put it, the bastard left the craft to be the nobody of dragonriders. Let me say, after the amount of greenrides I've met here, I wholly disagree with that statement in general, but I still spit on my brother's boots. What should matter, though, is that you're happy, Maglor."


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

TrueTricia
 

Ambrelli scanned the list of names on the hide.  She was doing the rounds today, going weyr to weyr to check on injured dragons.  Those on this list were minor injuries, not requiring much in the way of supplies, and thus she could carry what she needed in a satchel.  She'd already tended to a variety of ailments, from a weyrling with a minor issue, to a larger dragon that was having trouble passing feces.  She was tired, irritable, and she had one name left on the list. Z'go and Gamyth.  The names didn't strike a bell with her, but she looked up their weyr numbering, and set off to go find them.  As luck would have it, they were across the Bowl from the previous patient, and what little of her own patience remained had melted away by the time she reached their weyr.

"Brownrider Z'go?  Are you in there?" she called out, knocking and waiting at the entrance.  She pushed a strand of her long dark chocolate hair behind her ears.  Her blue eyes flecked with gold looked about at the list irritably, checking for the dragon's injury as she waited.  On her shoulder, a creamy brown flit perched, eager for the day to be done.

>>home?<< Merck sent her a very clear picture of him sleeping on a hearth with a belly full of food.  "Not yet, little one," she said softly, reaching up to scratch him. 

"Rider!" she said with more impatience.  "Are you there or not?"  


Re: Speaking To The Sun (atten: Kassia, Foreth)

Steelsilver
 

"I'm... flattered?" I'des tried. Yeah, that sounded right. "Ah, Weyrwoman? Do you mind if I- I sit nearby?" Not next to her. He had hardly enough rank or daring for *that*. 

He grinned, then, subconsciously relaxing at the praise to his bronze. "Sunstreath is the best bronze. 'Pologies if we interrupted anything though." 

On Sat, Apr 4, 2020 at 6:34 PM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:

"I wasn't particularly worried about you," Kassia assured him.

Brogan rumbled at him in acknowledgement.

 

"Nice to meet you, Sunstreath. I like your name."

Foreth just grunted, less impressed.


Re: A Unceremonious Arrival (S'ryll/Kassia)

sailyn2
 

Foreth let out a grunt that might be something like satisfaction. At least she didn't chase him off.

"It doesn't work like that around here," Kassia said. "The Weyr uses non-riders as guards generally, to keep from endangering dragons and some of the goldriders want their privacy, which a wher affords. Besides, a lot of people are intimidated by whers just looking at them where they're not by a guard. The Weyrwoman can take care of herself. She had to defend herself against the previous High Reaches Weyrwoman, as I'm sure you know, but she prefers not to have to. There have been too many dangers here not to have guards."


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

Kevin M
 

"Well, congratulations, then!"  Shalia laughed and grabbed a glass, and took a swig.  "Whoo, this is the good stuff, huh?"
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Re: A Unceremonious Arrival (S'ryll/Kassia)

TrueTricia
 

}{Easy enough, my queen.}{  Vastolth took one look at Saere and knew it was going to be a bit of a wait before he had to fly them up to a weyr, so he would have time for a nice nap in the sun.  Vas looked up into the sky, being unfamiliar with the Weyr itself, and then settled down to the north of the Queen, closer than any other dragon, but out of danger of casting a shadow on her.  

"And this Weyrwoman, does she need such beasts to protect her?  Surely she has a trove of bronzeriders ready to defend her or some equally gallant and brave follower."  He'd heard about the WW here though, just in casual conversations.  She'd been involved in some skirmishes, been attacked by another rider, now that he was remembering.  The details weren't there, but suddenly, he wondered a bit more about that knife on the woman's belt.  Perhaps all riders here kept such knives on them.  

He'd gone back to his previous position, his leaning into her only being temporary.  But he'd liked what he'd seen up close.  She was beautiful, this female.  He'd have to keep an eye on her when a dragon rose, or the Queen's dragon when all were affected.  


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

Ren
 

Unable to stop herself from laughing at Sarati's happiness, Rennitz went over and lifted her glass with a grin. "Congratulations, then, since you're happy about it!" She took a drink of her white with her smile still in place. "Unusual for a future Lady Holder to be thrilled about not being pregnant, but you've always been your own self."


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

sailyn2
 

Sarati hugged her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "I'm not pregnant!" she said joyously and lifted her glass of rich wine as she pulled back. She glanced over and spotted Rennitz. "Rennitz. Get over here and join us. Have some wine! Wine all around."

OOC: Meant to mention to everyone that this is unusually high proof alcohol, use at your own risk. *G*


Re: A Unceremonious Arrival (S'ryll/Kassia)

sailyn2
 

((So long as you stay out of my sun,)) she told him. Which actually put him a distance away. If he was observant, he'd notice that no one else was in the patch of sun that was her favorite. They generally knew better or she chased them away.

 

"Some days," she said with a sort, letting him think his flirting was working on her. "You'll want to get settled in, of course. And learn real quick that we don't do things the same here as other places. The whers are a good example. That one over there is one of the lines of Callameres. There are a couple of types, but they're all carefully bred and trained. The Weyrwoman uses one as a guard, in fact. Quite smart beasts and strong and fiercely protective when bred and trained right."


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

Kevin M
 

Shalia had just entered the Dining Hall when she heard the familiar voice making an offer.  Her initial smile turned into a highly approving grin as she saw how her near-sister was dressed, and she rushed over.  She'd reverted to her old wardrobe - having twins played havoc with the figure, especially on a frame as small as hers - and was wearing a loose shirt, though her legs were on good display below the high hemline of her skirt.  "Hey Sar!  What's the occasion?" she asked, throwing her arms around the other woman.
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My main characters: Shalia (Candidate) | Sh'ain (Bluerider, ACM) | Larissa (Headwoman) | Mathern (Smithcrafter, HAW) | J'lar (Direflame brownrider, Infirmary Assistant) |  D'gad (Wind-dance Fury bronzerider) | Bl'in (Greenrider) |

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