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Re: Bathtime (att S'tinas/ any)

Steelsilver
 

I'des grinned, shaking his head. "Nah, Ista born and bred, both of us. Sunstreath there came for me right outta the shell." he responded, still amused by his dragon's attitude. "Don't take it personal if he ignores you. He's not the most social of beasts." 

((You can have a different patch of sun. This one is mine.)) Sunstreath responded, simply, and settled down to bask in just the right pose 

On Mon, Mar 23, 2020 at 3:28 PM Kate Polsom via Groups.Io <kia1983_2003=yahoo.ca@groups.io> wrote:

“Nice to meet you too,” S’tinas replied, shedding his shirt, “You originally from Arolos? I was born in Fort, but raised here. Impressed here too.”

((They think they are so hard done by, yet they know they would be jealous of other riders if they hadn’t met us.)) Lepturuth told Sunstreath, ((I hope he hurries so I can get to sunning too.))

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On Sunday, March 22, 2020, 10:42 PM, Alexander Nakano <theglitteryone2@...> wrote:

I'des snorted, even as Sunstreath gave both riders an arch look and leaped upward, flapping mightily, to go sun himself on the Rim. "You're talking to the eternal dragondrudge here." He joked. "My Sunstreath is very particular. About everything. I'm I'des, by the way. Pleased to meetcha."

On Sunday, March 22, 2020, Kate Polsom via Groups.Io <kia1983_2003=yahoo.ca@groups.io> wrote:
“He has a tendency to be a butt,” S’tinas said with a grin, “He likes to come in with a flourish. I’m S’tinas and that’s Lepturuth.” 

Lepturuth raised a wing in greeting before resting into the water. 

“Make sure you get nice and wet,” S’tinas called out to the bronze.


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On Sunday, March 22, 2020, 9:14 PM, Alexander Nakano <theglitteryone2@...> wrote:

"No problem." I'des chirped, though the bronze rider was significantly wetter. "Who doesn't want a second bath?"

He gave a grin and wave, patting Sunstreath with his other hand. "All done, Sunny. Go ahead and go pose somewhere."  

On Sunday, March 22, 2020, Kate Polsom via Groups.Io <kia1983_2003=yahoo.ca@groups. io> wrote:
S'tinas was hauling the normal bathtime stuff to the Lake. He knew Lepturuth was around, could feel the amusement in his bronze. He looked in the blue sky, watching for the bronze. 

**You aren't going to catch me unawares again.** S'tinas thought to his dragon and grinned when he felt the amusement of his bronze.

Lepturuth came into view and drove towards the Lake, landing with a spectacular splash, sending a good wave towards the shore.

"Well, people are probably used to you," S'tinas said outloud this time, and then called towards the others on shore, "Sorry for the wave!" 



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Re: Bathtime (att S'tinas/ any)

Kate Polsom
 


“Nice to meet you too,” S’tinas replied, shedding his shirt, “You originally from Arolos? I was born in Fort, but raised here. Impressed here too.”

((They think they are so hard done by, yet they know they would be jealous of other riders if they hadn’t met us.)) Lepturuth told Sunstreath, ((I hope he hurries so I can get to sunning too.))

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On Sunday, March 22, 2020, 10:42 PM, Alexander Nakano <theglitteryone2@...> wrote:

I'des snorted, even as Sunstreath gave both riders an arch look and leaped upward, flapping mightily, to go sun himself on the Rim. "You're talking to the eternal dragondrudge here." He joked. "My Sunstreath is very particular. About everything. I'm I'des, by the way. Pleased to meetcha."

On Sunday, March 22, 2020, Kate Polsom via Groups.Io <kia1983_2003=yahoo.ca@groups.io> wrote:
“He has a tendency to be a butt,” S’tinas said with a grin, “He likes to come in with a flourish. I’m S’tinas and that’s Lepturuth.” 

Lepturuth raised a wing in greeting before resting into the water. 

“Make sure you get nice and wet,” S’tinas called out to the bronze.


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On Sunday, March 22, 2020, 9:14 PM, Alexander Nakano <theglitteryone2@...> wrote:

"No problem." I'des chirped, though the bronze rider was significantly wetter. "Who doesn't want a second bath?"

He gave a grin and wave, patting Sunstreath with his other hand. "All done, Sunny. Go ahead and go pose somewhere."  

On Sunday, March 22, 2020, Kate Polsom via Groups.Io <kia1983_2003=yahoo.ca@groups. io> wrote:
S'tinas was hauling the normal bathtime stuff to the Lake. He knew Lepturuth was around, could feel the amusement in his bronze. He looked in the blue sky, watching for the bronze. 

**You aren't going to catch me unawares again.** S'tinas thought to his dragon and grinned when he felt the amusement of his bronze.

Lepturuth came into view and drove towards the Lake, landing with a spectacular splash, sending a good wave towards the shore.

"Well, people are probably used to you," S'tinas said outloud this time, and then called towards the others on shore, "Sorry for the wave!" 



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Re: Fruit Destruction at it's Messiest (attn: Ysolde, Qioyon)

Mya L. R.
 

Qioyon noticed the older teen walking past, but put her from his mind since she'd obviously walked past without stopping.  So the sudden voice startled him and he lowered his arms, not quite back to his sides, before looking at Ysolde.  "Oh sure!  I mean I've got to be better off than the fruit."  He said, pausing at the end of his comment, then raised his hands just in case she'd not seen all the stains on them.  "I...really didn't mean to get so much of them on me."


On Mon, Mar 23, 2020 at 3:01 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Brushing the crumbs for her tunic as she went, Ysolde had strolled quickly through the tunnels back towards the Barracks. If she didn't hang about, she would have a couple of hours to work on the gems she had under her cot before her next lesson was due to start. She'd had a productive day today and was feeling pleased with herself as she moved quickly through the Barracks, initially walking past the other person who had been stood still. She was so busy with her own thoughts that all she had registered at first was to avoid running into them.

She was a good several steps back when she stopped and looked back, noticing for the first time the slightly lost and sad look on the kid's face. "Hey," she began, back-tracking until she was alongside him. "You okay?"

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Re: Fruit Destruction at it's Messiest (attn: Ysolde, Qioyon)

Nutmeg
 

Brushing the crumbs for her tunic as she went, Ysolde had strolled quickly through the tunnels back towards the Barracks. If she didn't hang about, she would have a couple of hours to work on the gems she had under her cot before her next lesson was due to start. She'd had a productive day today and was feeling pleased with herself as she moved quickly through the Barracks, initially walking past the other person who had been stood still. She was so busy with her own thoughts that all she had registered at first was to avoid running into them.

She was a good several steps back when she stopped and looked back, noticing for the first time the slightly lost and sad look on the kid's face. "Hey," she began, back-tracking until she was alongside him. "You okay?"

On Mon, Mar 23, 2020 at 6:53 PM Mya L. R. <mleesan@...> wrote:
The day before he'd ruined most of his sevenday's assignments, both Candidate & Crafting.  It'd been too late that day for him to put together an appropriate apology, so during kitchen chores he'd talked a cook into letting him prepare a small fruit bowl for the ACM & journeyman he needed to apologize too.

He left chores with his hands, and several splotches on his arms, discolored in several colors from fruit juices, but had actually built 2 somewhat draconic-shaped fruit sculptures.  The sculptures were where they needed to be, leaving just him a messy indication he'd been into something...colorful.  It was in the middle of the Candidate Barracks that he stopped and raised his arms out in front of him, staring somewhat sadly at the amount of stuff he'd gotten onto himself.


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Fruit Destruction at it's Messiest (attn: Ysolde, Qioyon)

Mya L. R.
 

The day before he'd ruined most of his sevenday's assignments, both Candidate & Crafting.  It'd been too late that day for him to put together an appropriate apology, so during kitchen chores he'd talked a cook into letting him prepare a small fruit bowl for the ACM & journeyman he needed to apologize too.

He left chores with his hands, and several splotches on his arms, discolored in several colors from fruit juices, but had actually built 2 somewhat draconic-shaped fruit sculptures.  The sculptures were where they needed to be, leaving just him a messy indication he'd been into something...colorful.  It was in the middle of the Candidate Barracks that he stopped and raised his arms out in front of him, staring somewhat sadly at the amount of stuff he'd gotten onto himself.


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Re: On a Walk atten:anyone

Mya L. R.
 

K'gra pulled his attention from his paperwork as Citruse paced around his office.  She'd been quite for several hours, so it made sense that she might need to stretch her legs after the inactivity.  Just the thought about stretching legs made his own legs feeling its own ache over the prolonged sitting he'd been doing for those hours.  Sighing, he stretched his legs, then shoved himself from his chair putting some of the weight onto his arms while letting his legs readjust to standing.  "Okay, Citruse, how about you see how long it takes us to get back here."  He said before moving to get her set for the long, then lead the way outside.

The lake was one of the last places he took her on their stroll, his mind was already turning back onto the papers awaiting him when the Gold Wher suddenly turned sharply looking at another Wher nearby.  ~*Cit' know 'ere.*~  She sent.


On Mon, Mar 23, 2020 at 1:50 PM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:
Kassia needed a break from her office. Too much time cooped up and doing work made for a cranky Weyrwoman, so she headed out with Brogan at her side. Outside, she turned down a path that passed by the lake. There was always something interesting going along there and people to meet.

 
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On a Walk atten:anyone

sailyn2
 

Kassia needed a break from her office. Too much time cooped up and doing work made for a cranky Weyrwoman, so she headed out with Brogan at her side. Outside, she turned down a path that passed by the lake. There was always something interesting going along there and people to meet.


Re: (ADMIN) Sheet submission

Laura Walker
 

No, if you can see this you're good for that! This is for if you need to make new characters, the site was playing up!


On Mon, Mar 23, 2020 at 11:38 AM marb1957 <dcbabe1@...> wrote:
​Hi Laura, does this mean I need to re-apply for membership to the group??

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Subject: [arolosweyr] (ADMIN) Sheet submission
 
Hello all

Happy to confirm sheets are back up, feel free to go ahead and submit! We'll go through them as fast as we can but remember we're getting back into the swing of things too and give us chance :)

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Re: (ADMIN) Sheet submission

marb1957
 

​Hi Laura, does this mean I need to re-apply for membership to the group??


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Subject: [arolosweyr] (ADMIN) Sheet submission
 
Hello all

Happy to confirm sheets are back up, feel free to go ahead and submit! We'll go through them as fast as we can but remember we're getting back into the swing of things too and give us chance :)

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

Nutmeg
 

To most, Tyne was a familiar figure by now - the important difference, she hoped at least, was that less people immediately went "That's former Goldrider Tyne, her dragon is dead you know" in their heads and then nervously edged away because they didn't know how to talk to her. In a sense, her newfound "skill" had given her a sense of purpose and an important one at that. 

As the chattering emotions filled her, Tyne beamed with delight. Boredom was replaced with glee and fun and the warm myriad of colour made her toes curl. After tossing the hoops multiple times, Tyne asked Bobbin to take the troupe hunting whilst she took a break and they swarmed up into the sky, dive-bombing the lake like colourful pebbles. There were other flits nearby too and Tyne relaxed her thoughts enough to let them leak in, feeling warmth on her skin as the echoes of appreciating the sun on hide bled over or the contented, sated feeling of having enjoyed a fresh fish. Oh yes, this was a new kind of solitude right here.

She was reaching into the large bag for the flask of juice she had brought and had just taken a deep mouthful when the she heard the voice. Although she flinched just slightly, the first waves of panic trying to coil about her belly, Tyne flattened them firmly. No. She was having a good day and she was enjoying herself. No matter what her head tried to say. So when she smiled at the Bluerider, it was genuine and tinged with more than a little pride - an indulgent mother watching her brood. "They were screaming boredom so I thought I should get the out before I found every item of clothing torn to shreds." She gestured to the hoops. "I got inspired by one of the jugglers at a Gather - we use them to practice teamwork." She found the request to watch a little surprising. Normally people just made themselves comfortable to watch the show without even asking if she minded. She was surprised to realise that she enormously appreciated the tiny gesture of being asked. "You're welcome to. I've got them distracted for the minute so I can actually stop for a drink myself."

On Mon, Mar 23, 2020 at 2:29 AM Jenna Cunningham <jenna.layne.cunningham@...> wrote:
Sahari dozed on the top of a large, flat rock near the lake, more lizard-like than her dear Oachayth, who splashed nearby along the lakeside, amusing himself with scaring (and occasionally catching) the comparatively tiny fish that darted as vague, shadowy shapes around his legs. Between the warmth from the sun overhead, and the warmth of his thoughts pressing against the back of her mind, Sahari felt that it was no wonder at all that most of her relationships had ended messily over the years. Whatever the various men in her life had been able to provide her - amusement, excitement, catharsis, release - none had ever been able to hold a candle to the simple, sun-baked love she felt right now. Even her distant, grown children, who she'd mostly left to fend for themselves in one weyr creche or another, came up well short when measured against the solid, steady majesty of her blue dragon. She liked them well enough - and liked visiting them, too, when there was a Gather scheduled for the nearby Holds, but they were grown people who often disapproved of their quarrelsome, inattentive mother.
 
She was drawn out of her thoughts by a noise - or, at first, a distinct lack of noise: Oachayth had stopped splashing around, and seemed to be listening too. Then the noise that had startled her out of her idle reverie became more apparent - someone was shouting at firelizards. Well. That wasn't unusual in and of itself. She had never bothered with flits. Too much work, constantly feeding them, scolding them, and for what sort of return?
 
<<That one is teaching them to do tricks.>>
 
Well, good on him. She opened an eye and turned her head, gaze drawn toward where, in the distance, a woman was directing her colourful, flying circus, and amended: Her. The woman wasn't familiar at a glance. Not someone in her wing, then.
 
She closed her eyes again, but felt Oachayth's attention remain on her, and sighed heavily. The warmth of the rock was gone, anyway; a cool breeze had chilled her bones and raised goosebumps along the skin of her dark arms. She sat up and gave her dragon a look. He gazed back, so unreproachable that she had to smile.
 
<<It would be good if you had friends here.>>
 
I have friends. I have... There's that other watchrider, the one we swap shifts with sometimes.
 
She couldn't remember the man's name, or his dragon, and sighed again, conceding: I'll go say hello.
 
Sliding off her rock and straightening her wherhide jerkin, Sahari made her way down the shoreline toward the younger woman.
 
"There's a shitshow if I ever saw one!" She called out good-naturedly, raising her hand in greeting. "Mind if I watch?"
 
And, internally, she added: Said the brown rider to the bronze, ha-ha.



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Re: (Razelth's Clutch) And So It Begins (Attn: Ysolde/Any)

Nutmeg
 

Yes, those were footsteps she heard coming towards her and for a split second, Ysolde had to ask herself whether she had just done something entirely stupid. But then again, sometimes you had to put out feelers in order to find whether you had made a really bad decision... or whether it might actually be worthwhile. Well, if she was sent scurrying away with a cuffed ear, at least she knew she could send an apology later. Correcting her posture just as Delysia came into view, Ysolde bowed politely in greeting. She could do manners and propriety - her Da had always told her she was good at that.

"My lessons are done for the day, ma'am. I was taking advantage of the clear sky to get a brisk walk in before we were called in for evening curfew." No point in making up some silly lie, she felt sure that if she tried to make excuses that Delysia would see right through it. "I always double back around near the cavern because I have to use the steps to get back to the Barracks." Again, true - it was easy to become a bit lazy with days of lessons and Ysolde found it was good for her to get out and stretch her legs. She wasn't sure why, but she had the niggling feeling that she had to be extremely diplomatic with what she said. No presumptions or little exaggerations. "That was when I saw you rush by, ma'am. You seemed in such a hurry and with it being late in the day, I thought it would be rude if I didn't offer any assistance when I was close enough to do so. I know how much Goldriders have to deal with day to day and you must have a lot more to do with Razelth being gravid. If you don't need anything, I will leave you to your peace - I don't want to be any nuisance or intrusion." Although it was a little prim and proper, it was also apparent that Ysolde was being very genuine with what she was saying - without overtures of sucking up. She *didn't* want to be a bother and would leave without argument if asked... or told.

No, as much as she was more than absolutely positive that the lovely gold was indeed gracing the sands with the newest clutch, it had also occurred to her that if that was the case, maybe the Goldrider wanted to enjoy it first. And if something like that was the case, Ysolde actually didn't blame Delysia. She suspected that if it were her, she'd keep it a secret for as long as she could before getting swarmed by eager Candidates, Rankers and everyone else in between. In her experience, it was usually announced, often by the Gold themselves. There had been no such announcements and if asked, Ysolde knew how to keep her mouth shut.


On Mon, Mar 23, 2020 at 1:15 AM <mglady3@...> wrote:
A candidate. Of course, it had to be a candidate. Which probably meant that the news would be all around the barracks by supper time, if that. Then again, Delysia thought with a mental sigh, in a Weyr full of gossips - and only some of them on two legs - there never was any chance that something that had been as highly anticipated as Razelth's clutching could have been kept on the down low. At least, the girl was polite and that did help blunt the edge of Delysia's irritation. 

{{She waited outside and only asked if she might help.}} Razelth paused long enough in the course of rolling her newest egg onto the mound she'd prepared for it to interject gently. 

[[Yes, and showing uncommonly good sense for a candidate.]] Delysia retorted tartly, though her mental words lack real heat.

It took only a few more steps to bring her to the edge of the cavern and face to face with her young interloper. By this time, Delysia had managed to recover most of her usual composure. Enough that the question: "Shouldn't you be in class, Ysolde?" when it came out, sounded more like an actual query than a demand.

On Sun, Mar 22, 2020 at 2:46 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Shells and botheration, it sounded like she had interrupted something. Oh well, too late for it now. Quickly she smoothed down her tunic and straightened up, tucking any loose strands of hair behind her ears in case an angry Goldrider rounded the corner ready to cuff her on the ear. "No one important, ma'am - just a Candidate. I was passing by as you rushed past. I'm Candidate Ysolde. Because I was so close I wanted to see if you needed anything. That's all."

Ysolde's voice was light, but polite and deferential. There was no wheedling or brown-nosing there, just polite calmness as Ysolde waited for what was to happen next - whether it was full Goldrider fury or... something else. She had never met Delysia close up, only seen from afar but she had to admit, there was something admirable about her and if she got a chance for an up close encounter, well, she'd learn everything she could from her. Even if she was also a bit on the scary side.

On Sun, Mar 22, 2020 at 9:21 PM <mglady3@...> wrote:
"Who's there?" Delysia said sharply, spinning to confront the speaker. Of course there was nobody there - it was only the funny acoustics of the cavern that made it sound as if someone had been speaking right behind her. In all fairness, perhaps Delysia should not have been startled. In a weyr of several hundred people, it would have been surprising indeed if someone *hadn't* seen her rush to the hatching caverns and come the obvious conclusion. But Delysia had just been startled out of a very nice moment with Razelth, darn it, and wasn't in any frame of mind to be fair.

"Identify yourself." She ordered, in something closer to her usual coolly courteous tones, as she moved to give herself line of sight on the cavern entrance.


On Sun, Mar 22, 2020 at 1:04 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
It was pure happenstance that she had been so close to the Hatching Caverns when the familiar (and somewhat terrifying) shape of Goldrider Delysia had whirled past her. Ysolde had been enjoying a brisk stroll around the Weyr before the Candidates were called to curfew. Feeling like a sneak, she had crept along the wall until she was at the mouth to the Cavern. It didn't take a genius as to what was going on, the Weyr had been abuzz with quiet joy ever since Razelth had flown.

But Delysia was formidable in her own right and Ysolde didn't want to end up in anyone's bad graces. Least of all hers. But she sensed an opportunity here.

"Mistress?" she called tentatively but the acoustics of the Cavern carried her voice clearly. "Mistress Delysia, I haven't come in and I don't want to disturb you... but can I bring anything to you... or to your Razelth? I know you're busy... I just want to help if I can."

OoC: Feel free to either tell her off heartily or to make her a personal skivvy :P

On Sun, Mar 22, 2020 at 7:17 PM <mglady3@...> wrote:
They say that the job of a goldrider comes with a lot of paper work...and they'd be right. But Delysia has never minded doing paper work. In fact, there's something soothing about the act of dotting her i's and crossing her t's that makes it the perfect way to wind down from a hectic day. She had her essentially supplies laid out before her, pen and ink on the left, a cup of klah on her right (watered down, of course, being late in the day). More importantly - and she was rather proud of this particular arrangement - she had her desk in just the right position for her to glance out the window and be greeted by the sight of her beloved Razelth sunning at her customary spot on the Weyr rim. 

Speaking of which...where was Razelth? Delysia frowned out the window at the conspicuously gold-free rim and tried to recall the last she'd caught sight of her young dragon. Had to have been before that kafuffle in the Lower Caverns - she'd been far too busy sorting that out to have had any time to stare out windows. She reached out with her thoughts, seeking the touch of a familiar mind.

Abruptly she stood, and banged out of her office with such rapidity that she startled an exclamation from a passing rider. 

[[You started without me!]] she accused, facing her young queen across mounds of golden sand.

{{You were busy.}} Razelth replied distractedly, as she gently piled sand into place around a shimmering blue sphere. {{And I had things well in hand. Besides I...ooo...}} She stiffened, her body momentarily rigid with concentration and strain. A few moments later, a steel gray sphere slipped down to join its brethren on the sands. 

"May I?" Delysia breathed, her ire forgotten in the wonder of the moment. She stepped forward and examined the new egg, taking care to keep her hands at her side. When she glanced up again, there was a soft smile on her face - an expression unrecognizable by all but a very small, select few. "We really are doing this, aren't we?" She said softly, her voice full of wonder, pride, trepidation, and a world of other things.



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Re: Candidates - Cleaning up the foliage (Devika, Any Candidates)

Sharon O'Brien - Aquino
 

Devika gave a gentle smile as Asheran stated the blue was not his but then pulled a green out of his shirt.  She watched the green as she left his arm for a tree.  Her smile could not help but grow as she watched the somewhat wobbly flight of the green.  It had always given her comfort that her issues with her willful gold were no different than many others issues with their flits.  

On the ground Amar looked horrified sitting up and raising her wings at the idea of eating bugs.  Looking at the tiny blue she sent images of lovely, juicy fish or a delicately cut piece of meat that her's would feed her.  

Turning from the green now in the tree she looked over at Lerian glancing at her gold before giving him a patient smile "pardon her, she believes that all flits should learn things she believes to be right.  Not that she is right."  The gold dropped back her front legs back to the ground before turning to hiss at her's.  Dev ignored her.  Put off that her's would think such a thing the gold set back to her, nearly helping ways.  Spotting a brown that seemed to have it right she gave a warbling approving sound as she moved to pick up another leaf for the pile.

Devika hearing Rennitz's comment her greyish blue eyes lite up "it does at least make for a little help and can at times keep the mood light.  Not that I can really say mine is helping all that much."  There was a light chuckle to her words.  She knew Amar had the best of intentions but the sometimes dainty nature of her gold that she hide behind a monstrous attitude was not all that helpful for dirty type work."  

Even as she spoke Devika realized she recognized more of the other candidates when she could remember names.  A few she knew had also been long term candidates but for so many years she had stayed in the background that she really had not made any friends.  Returning to her work she turned to start moving debris from the next patch of the bowl.  


Re: Bathtime (att S'tinas/ any)

Steelsilver
 

I'des snorted, even as Sunstreath gave both riders an arch look and leaped upward, flapping mightily, to go sun himself on the Rim. "You're talking to the eternal dragondrudge here." He joked. "My Sunstreath is very particular. About everything. I'm I'des, by the way. Pleased to meetcha."


On Sunday, March 22, 2020, Kate Polsom via Groups.Io <kia1983_2003=yahoo.ca@groups.io> wrote:
“He has a tendency to be a butt,” S’tinas said with a grin, “He likes to come in with a flourish. I’m S’tinas and that’s Lepturuth.” 

Lepturuth raised a wing in greeting before resting into the water. 

“Make sure you get nice and wet,” S’tinas called out to the bronze.


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On Sunday, March 22, 2020, 9:14 PM, Alexander Nakano <theglitteryone2@...> wrote:

"No problem." I'des chirped, though the bronze rider was significantly wetter. "Who doesn't want a second bath?"

He gave a grin and wave, patting Sunstreath with his other hand. "All done, Sunny. Go ahead and go pose somewhere."  

On Sunday, March 22, 2020, Kate Polsom via Groups.Io <kia1983_2003=yahoo.ca@groups.io> wrote:
S'tinas was hauling the normal bathtime stuff to the Lake. He knew Lepturuth was around, could feel the amusement in his bronze. He looked in the blue sky, watching for the bronze. 

**You aren't going to catch me unawares again.** S'tinas thought to his dragon and grinned when he felt the amusement of his bronze.

Lepturuth came into view and drove towards the Lake, landing with a spectacular splash, sending a good wave towards the shore.

"Well, people are probably used to you," S'tinas said outloud this time, and then called towards the others on shore, "Sorry for the wave!" 



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Re: Bathtime (att S'tinas/ any)

Kate Polsom
 

“He has a tendency to be a butt,” S’tinas said with a grin, “He likes to come in with a flourish. I’m S’tinas and that’s Lepturuth.” 

Lepturuth raised a wing in greeting before resting into the water. 

“Make sure you get nice and wet,” S’tinas called out to the bronze.


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On Sunday, March 22, 2020, 9:14 PM, Alexander Nakano <theglitteryone2@...> wrote:

"No problem." I'des chirped, though the bronze rider was significantly wetter. "Who doesn't want a second bath?"

He gave a grin and wave, patting Sunstreath with his other hand. "All done, Sunny. Go ahead and go pose somewhere."  

On Sunday, March 22, 2020, Kate Polsom via Groups.Io <kia1983_2003=yahoo.ca@groups.io> wrote:
S'tinas was hauling the normal bathtime stuff to the Lake. He knew Lepturuth was around, could feel the amusement in his bronze. He looked in the blue sky, watching for the bronze. 

**You aren't going to catch me unawares again.** S'tinas thought to his dragon and grinned when he felt the amusement of his bronze.

Lepturuth came into view and drove towards the Lake, landing with a spectacular splash, sending a good wave towards the shore.

"Well, people are probably used to you," S'tinas said outloud this time, and then called towards the others on shore, "Sorry for the wave!" 



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Re: Bathtime (att S'tinas/ any)

Steelsilver
 

"No problem." I'des chirped, though the bronze rider was significantly wetter. "Who doesn't want a second bath?"

He gave a grin and wave, patting Sunstreath with his other hand. "All done, Sunny. Go ahead and go pose somewhere."  


On Sunday, March 22, 2020, Kate Polsom via Groups.Io <kia1983_2003=yahoo.ca@groups.io> wrote:
S'tinas was hauling the normal bathtime stuff to the Lake. He knew Lepturuth was around, could feel the amusement in his bronze. He looked in the blue sky, watching for the bronze. 

**You aren't going to catch me unawares again.** S'tinas thought to his dragon and grinned when he felt the amusement of his bronze.

Lepturuth came into view and drove towards the Lake, landing with a spectacular splash, sending a good wave towards the shore.

"Well, people are probably used to you," S'tinas said outloud this time, and then called towards the others on shore, "Sorry for the wave!" 



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Bathtime (att S'tinas/ any)

Kate Polsom
 

S'tinas was hauling the normal bathtime stuff to the Lake. He knew Lepturuth was around, could feel the amusement in his bronze. He looked in the blue sky, watching for the bronze. 

**You aren't going to catch me unawares again.** S'tinas thought to his dragon and grinned when he felt the amusement of his bronze.

Lepturuth came into view and drove towards the Lake, landing with a spectacular splash, sending a good wave towards the shore.

"Well, people are probably used to you," S'tinas said outloud this time, and then called towards the others on shore, "Sorry for the wave!" 


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

Jenna Cunningham
 

Sahari dozed on the top of a large, flat rock near the lake, more lizard-like than her dear Oachayth, who splashed nearby along the lakeside, amusing himself with scaring (and occasionally catching) the comparatively tiny fish that darted as vague, shadowy shapes around his legs. Between the warmth from the sun overhead, and the warmth of his thoughts pressing against the back of her mind, Sahari felt that it was no wonder at all that most of her relationships had ended messily over the years. Whatever the various men in her life had been able to provide her - amusement, excitement, catharsis, release - none had ever been able to hold a candle to the simple, sun-baked love she felt right now. Even her distant, grown children, who she'd mostly left to fend for themselves in one weyr creche or another, came up well short when measured against the solid, steady majesty of her blue dragon. She liked them well enough - and liked visiting them, too, when there was a Gather scheduled for the nearby Holds, but they were grown people who often disapproved of their quarrelsome, inattentive mother.
 
She was drawn out of her thoughts by a noise - or, at first, a distinct lack of noise: Oachayth had stopped splashing around, and seemed to be listening too. Then the noise that had startled her out of her idle reverie became more apparent - someone was shouting at firelizards. Well. That wasn't unusual in and of itself. She had never bothered with flits. Too much work, constantly feeding them, scolding them, and for what sort of return?
 
<<That one is teaching them to do tricks.>>
 
Well, good on him. She opened an eye and turned her head, gaze drawn toward where, in the distance, a woman was directing her colourful, flying circus, and amended: Her. The woman wasn't familiar at a glance. Not someone in her wing, then.
 
She closed her eyes again, but felt Oachayth's attention remain on her, and sighed heavily. The warmth of the rock was gone, anyway; a cool breeze had chilled her bones and raised goosebumps along the skin of her dark arms. She sat up and gave her dragon a look. He gazed back, so unreproachable that she had to smile.
 
<<It would be good if you had friends here.>>
 
I have friends. I have... There's that other watchrider, the one we swap shifts with sometimes.
 
She couldn't remember the man's name, or his dragon, and sighed again, conceding: I'll go say hello.
 
Sliding off her rock and straightening her wherhide jerkin, Sahari made her way down the shoreline toward the younger woman.
 
"There's a shitshow if I ever saw one!" She called out good-naturedly, raising her hand in greeting. "Mind if I watch?"
 
And, internally, she added: Said the brown rider to the bronze, ha-ha.


Re: (Razelth's Clutch) And So It Begins (Attn: Ysolde/Any)

mglady3@...
 

A candidate. Of course, it had to be a candidate. Which probably meant that the news would be all around the barracks by supper time, if that. Then again, Delysia thought with a mental sigh, in a Weyr full of gossips - and only some of them on two legs - there never was any chance that something that had been as highly anticipated as Razelth's clutching could have been kept on the down low. At least, the girl was polite and that did help blunt the edge of Delysia's irritation. 

{{She waited outside and only asked if she might help.}} Razelth paused long enough in the course of rolling her newest egg onto the mound she'd prepared for it to interject gently. 

[[Yes, and showing uncommonly good sense for a candidate.]] Delysia retorted tartly, though her mental words lack real heat.

It took only a few more steps to bring her to the edge of the cavern and face to face with her young interloper. By this time, Delysia had managed to recover most of her usual composure. Enough that the question: "Shouldn't you be in class, Ysolde?" when it came out, sounded more like an actual query than a demand.


On Sun, Mar 22, 2020 at 2:46 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Shells and botheration, it sounded like she had interrupted something. Oh well, too late for it now. Quickly she smoothed down her tunic and straightened up, tucking any loose strands of hair behind her ears in case an angry Goldrider rounded the corner ready to cuff her on the ear. "No one important, ma'am - just a Candidate. I was passing by as you rushed past. I'm Candidate Ysolde. Because I was so close I wanted to see if you needed anything. That's all."

Ysolde's voice was light, but polite and deferential. There was no wheedling or brown-nosing there, just polite calmness as Ysolde waited for what was to happen next - whether it was full Goldrider fury or... something else. She had never met Delysia close up, only seen from afar but she had to admit, there was something admirable about her and if she got a chance for an up close encounter, well, she'd learn everything she could from her. Even if she was also a bit on the scary side.

On Sun, Mar 22, 2020 at 9:21 PM <mglady3@...> wrote:
"Who's there?" Delysia said sharply, spinning to confront the speaker. Of course there was nobody there - it was only the funny acoustics of the cavern that made it sound as if someone had been speaking right behind her. In all fairness, perhaps Delysia should not have been startled. In a weyr of several hundred people, it would have been surprising indeed if someone *hadn't* seen her rush to the hatching caverns and come the obvious conclusion. But Delysia had just been startled out of a very nice moment with Razelth, darn it, and wasn't in any frame of mind to be fair.

"Identify yourself." She ordered, in something closer to her usual coolly courteous tones, as she moved to give herself line of sight on the cavern entrance.


On Sun, Mar 22, 2020 at 1:04 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
It was pure happenstance that she had been so close to the Hatching Caverns when the familiar (and somewhat terrifying) shape of Goldrider Delysia had whirled past her. Ysolde had been enjoying a brisk stroll around the Weyr before the Candidates were called to curfew. Feeling like a sneak, she had crept along the wall until she was at the mouth to the Cavern. It didn't take a genius as to what was going on, the Weyr had been abuzz with quiet joy ever since Razelth had flown.

But Delysia was formidable in her own right and Ysolde didn't want to end up in anyone's bad graces. Least of all hers. But she sensed an opportunity here.

"Mistress?" she called tentatively but the acoustics of the Cavern carried her voice clearly. "Mistress Delysia, I haven't come in and I don't want to disturb you... but can I bring anything to you... or to your Razelth? I know you're busy... I just want to help if I can."

OoC: Feel free to either tell her off heartily or to make her a personal skivvy :P

On Sun, Mar 22, 2020 at 7:17 PM <mglady3@...> wrote:
They say that the job of a goldrider comes with a lot of paper work...and they'd be right. But Delysia has never minded doing paper work. In fact, there's something soothing about the act of dotting her i's and crossing her t's that makes it the perfect way to wind down from a hectic day. She had her essentially supplies laid out before her, pen and ink on the left, a cup of klah on her right (watered down, of course, being late in the day). More importantly - and she was rather proud of this particular arrangement - she had her desk in just the right position for her to glance out the window and be greeted by the sight of her beloved Razelth sunning at her customary spot on the Weyr rim. 

Speaking of which...where was Razelth? Delysia frowned out the window at the conspicuously gold-free rim and tried to recall the last she'd caught sight of her young dragon. Had to have been before that kafuffle in the Lower Caverns - she'd been far too busy sorting that out to have had any time to stare out windows. She reached out with her thoughts, seeking the touch of a familiar mind.

Abruptly she stood, and banged out of her office with such rapidity that she startled an exclamation from a passing rider. 

[[You started without me!]] she accused, facing her young queen across mounds of golden sand.

{{You were busy.}} Razelth replied distractedly, as she gently piled sand into place around a shimmering blue sphere. {{And I had things well in hand. Besides I...ooo...}} She stiffened, her body momentarily rigid with concentration and strain. A few moments later, a steel gray sphere slipped down to join its brethren on the sands. 

"May I?" Delysia breathed, her ire forgotten in the wonder of the moment. She stepped forward and examined the new egg, taking care to keep her hands at her side. When she glanced up again, there was a soft smile on her face - an expression unrecognizable by all but a very small, select few. "We really are doing this, aren't we?" She said softly, her voice full of wonder, pride, trepidation, and a world of other things.



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Re: Candidates - Cleaning up the foliage (Devika, Any Candidates)

Jenna Cunningham
 

"Yeah..." He grinned at Valouran, though privately he was spinning. With a candidate class as big as this one, and no clutch in such a sharding long time, and the new guy was asking if he should follow the rules? He almost felt like reaching out and cuffing him on the shoulder, like one of his older brothers would have done to him if he'd said something stupid. "Yeah, that's a given. Shells, they'll toss you out these days if you fall behind too far on your lessons. You need to prove to them that you're worth one of their eggs - mind, body, attitude, everything. There's more of us than them, so they get their pick - cream of the crop, you know, not the layabout." He wasn't exactly sure on that point, but figured that working toward a goal beat worrying that he'd fall short on the Sands yet again and get booted out to work Tannercraft forever. And it wasn't that the craft wasn't enjoyable - but it was just a trade. When he tried to picture himself working quietly away in a cothold somewhere with a big family and a few runners, all he could see was his father's lined face, half in shadow.

When Heersofali approached, Asheran remembered The Plan, and felt his chance slipping, so he cleared his throat and butted in as gently as he could:

"...Yeah, there's always firelizards clutching around here. Mine was in a cupboard drawer in the messhall or something, nobody really figured out how the eggs even got there. ...Hey, have you been introduced, yet?"


Re: (Razelth's Clutch) And So It Begins (Attn: Ysolde/Any)

Nutmeg
 

Shells and botheration, it sounded like she had interrupted something. Oh well, too late for it now. Quickly she smoothed down her tunic and straightened up, tucking any loose strands of hair behind her ears in case an angry Goldrider rounded the corner ready to cuff her on the ear. "No one important, ma'am - just a Candidate. I was passing by as you rushed past. I'm Candidate Ysolde. Because I was so close I wanted to see if you needed anything. That's all."

Ysolde's voice was light, but polite and deferential. There was no wheedling or brown-nosing there, just polite calmness as Ysolde waited for what was to happen next - whether it was full Goldrider fury or... something else. She had never met Delysia close up, only seen from afar but she had to admit, there was something admirable about her and if she got a chance for an up close encounter, well, she'd learn everything she could from her. Even if she was also a bit on the scary side.


On Sun, Mar 22, 2020 at 9:21 PM <mglady3@...> wrote:
"Who's there?" Delysia said sharply, spinning to confront the speaker. Of course there was nobody there - it was only the funny acoustics of the cavern that made it sound as if someone had been speaking right behind her. In all fairness, perhaps Delysia should not have been startled. In a weyr of several hundred people, it would have been surprising indeed if someone *hadn't* seen her rush to the hatching caverns and come the obvious conclusion. But Delysia had just been startled out of a very nice moment with Razelth, darn it, and wasn't in any frame of mind to be fair.

"Identify yourself." She ordered, in something closer to her usual coolly courteous tones, as she moved to give herself line of sight on the cavern entrance.


On Sun, Mar 22, 2020 at 1:04 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
It was pure happenstance that she had been so close to the Hatching Caverns when the familiar (and somewhat terrifying) shape of Goldrider Delysia had whirled past her. Ysolde had been enjoying a brisk stroll around the Weyr before the Candidates were called to curfew. Feeling like a sneak, she had crept along the wall until she was at the mouth to the Cavern. It didn't take a genius as to what was going on, the Weyr had been abuzz with quiet joy ever since Razelth had flown.

But Delysia was formidable in her own right and Ysolde didn't want to end up in anyone's bad graces. Least of all hers. But she sensed an opportunity here.

"Mistress?" she called tentatively but the acoustics of the Cavern carried her voice clearly. "Mistress Delysia, I haven't come in and I don't want to disturb you... but can I bring anything to you... or to your Razelth? I know you're busy... I just want to help if I can."

OoC: Feel free to either tell her off heartily or to make her a personal skivvy :P

On Sun, Mar 22, 2020 at 7:17 PM <mglady3@...> wrote:
They say that the job of a goldrider comes with a lot of paper work...and they'd be right. But Delysia has never minded doing paper work. In fact, there's something soothing about the act of dotting her i's and crossing her t's that makes it the perfect way to wind down from a hectic day. She had her essentially supplies laid out before her, pen and ink on the left, a cup of klah on her right (watered down, of course, being late in the day). More importantly - and she was rather proud of this particular arrangement - she had her desk in just the right position for her to glance out the window and be greeted by the sight of her beloved Razelth sunning at her customary spot on the Weyr rim. 

Speaking of which...where was Razelth? Delysia frowned out the window at the conspicuously gold-free rim and tried to recall the last she'd caught sight of her young dragon. Had to have been before that kafuffle in the Lower Caverns - she'd been far too busy sorting that out to have had any time to stare out windows. She reached out with her thoughts, seeking the touch of a familiar mind.

Abruptly she stood, and banged out of her office with such rapidity that she startled an exclamation from a passing rider. 

[[You started without me!]] she accused, facing her young queen across mounds of golden sand.

{{You were busy.}} Razelth replied distractedly, as she gently piled sand into place around a shimmering blue sphere. {{And I had things well in hand. Besides I...ooo...}} She stiffened, her body momentarily rigid with concentration and strain. A few moments later, a steel gray sphere slipped down to join its brethren on the sands. 

"May I?" Delysia breathed, her ire forgotten in the wonder of the moment. She stepped forward and examined the new egg, taking care to keep her hands at her side. When she glanced up again, there was a soft smile on her face - an expression unrecognizable by all but a very small, select few. "We really are doing this, aren't we?" She said softly, her voice full of wonder, pride, trepidation, and a world of other things.



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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!



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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!