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Re: Setting Things Right (Attn: Kethwin, Raobehr)

Emily
 

Kethwin frowned slightly. "Yes, I do, and I am between appointments now. Sit down." 

He very neatly set aside the papers he had been working on. His desk held stacks of paper, but they were all tidy and all part of his current project.

"You may have become aware that since arriving here I have concerned myself with the quality of the training our apprentices receive, particularly with the inclusion of candidates." His inflection made clear exactly what he thought of that idea. "Of course it's not the fault of the youths themselves," he allowed. "No, it's the simple fact that one cannot achieve success with a far smaller amount of time spent in lessons, not to mention the confusion that is placements, with their progression being paced differently and the likely oddities that result from this abnormal progression of their training, and sending undertrained harpers into the world only devalues the profession in the eyes of all others." 

He he paused, considering the man before him levelly. "Considering that, you can, perhaps, understand my... skepticism when regarding your extremely... atypical training?"

On Wed, Jan 30, 2019 at 12:14 PM Aaron <cobalt.knight@...> wrote:
Raobehr frowned and banged the tuning fork against his knee one more time. He held it to his ear and then plucked a string on his harp. This was not precisely second nature to him yet, but he was pleased with how much better he was at it now than when he had first journeyed to the Hall to try to win their approval.

He was not surprised that Kethwin wanted to see him. He would not be the first future-man to be skeptical about his qualifications. Raobehr wished he had studied music more, but how could he have predicted just how much the practice of musical mnemonics would consume the totality of academia and education after so many centuries? 

Raobehr knew he was lucky that they had managed to preserve continuity in the language as well as they had since his present, and he knew that was in large part due to the music and the rhyming structures of the songs. But just because it made sense and was useful did not mean that he had predicted it or that it was easy to learn from scratch.

Well, he was going to show Kethwin just as he did the master Harpers, that he had learned enough of contemporary pedagogy to be considered proficient enough to be recognized as an educator in his own right. He placed the harp into its case and strode down the corridor to the office space now allotted to Kethwin and knocked on the door.

"Good day, sir," he greeted the man, his voice quiet, but deep as it was, it had a tendency to carry anyway. He gave Kethwin the benefit of deference because he expected it would make him easier to win over. "You wanted to speak with me?"


Setting Things Right (Attn: Kethwin, Raobehr)

Aaron
 

Raobehr frowned and banged the tuning fork against his knee one more time. He held it to his ear and then plucked a string on his harp. This was not precisely second nature to him yet, but he was pleased with how much better he was at it now than when he had first journeyed to the Hall to try to win their approval.

He was not surprised that Kethwin wanted to see him. He would not be the first future-man to be skeptical about his qualifications. Raobehr wished he had studied music more, but how could he have predicted just how much the practice of musical mnemonics would consume the totality of academia and education after so many centuries? 

Raobehr knew he was lucky that they had managed to preserve continuity in the language as well as they had since his present, and he knew that was in large part due to the music and the rhyming structures of the songs. But just because it made sense and was useful did not mean that he had predicted it or that it was easy to learn from scratch.

Well, he was going to show Kethwin just as he did the master Harpers, that he had learned enough of contemporary pedagogy to be considered proficient enough to be recognized as an educator in his own right. He placed the harp into its case and strode down the corridor to the office space now allotted to Kethwin and knocked on the door.

"Good day, sir," he greeted the man, his voice quiet, but deep as it was, it had a tendency to carry anyway. He gave Kethwin the benefit of deference because he expected it would make him easier to win over. "You wanted to speak with me?"


Setting Things Right (Attn: Harper Apprentices)

Emily
 

Kethwin studied the schedule one more time, checking for conflicts in scheduling one more time. Excellent.  Everyone on the apprentice list should be scheduled for an assessment meeting with him during their free time.

No more of this wishy-washy business of just pushing them through that he was sure had been going on. No, he would personally ensure no apprentice or “apprentice” moved on without needed skills. And just maybe, in time, they could do away with this “candidate-apprentice” nonsense. As if anyone could be any kind of proper apprentice while spending so much of their time elsewhere!


He made copies of the schedule, posting it in the Harper lounge, on the message board in the dining hall, on the message board in the Candidate Barracks, and even on the weyrling barracks message board, just in case. There would be no excuse for someone missing their appointment.


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OOC: If you would like to play out your Harper apprentice's evaluation, message me to start or start a seperate thread yourself and just have them show up! He will be disapproving of Candidate-apprentices, won't think much of those with large gaps in their educations and trainings, but will favorites those with standard backgrounds or a great deal of talent - as long as they're willing to put in the work!


Re: #passionberries #passionberries

Amy Frazey
 

(OOC- and like an idjit, I forgot to add the subject line. It's supposed to be a JP with Zy'fen and Illeana)


#passionberries #passionberries

Amy Frazey
 

Some time shortly after he'd finished two bowls of stew, Zy'fen had removed his boots, socks, and the heavier outer shirt he had been wearing, amd was sitting on a patch of soft grass at one end of the table he’d had supper at. The stew’s sweet aftertaste still lingered in his mouth, but that was a far lesser concern right now, than the effects of said stew on nearly everyone around him. Oh yes, he had noticed those effects about halfway through his meal, it was hard not to see and hear what was going on around him. Zy groaned and wondered if there was anyone he could find to pass the night with, and glanced around, hoping to see a pretty girl who would be happy with the attentions of a handsome brownrider.


Illeana sighed contently. The meal good and filling for her surprisingly. Though sated she leaned back a little on her bench, pondering what all she was going to do for the night. She knew she should be planning her lessons for tomorrow, however, she really did not feel like it was something she wanted to do right now.

Looking around the hall she noticed a brownrider looking towards her. She smiled, and nodded. She wondered what a rider would want with a simple Harper.


The smile on Zy’s face turned flirtatious when he saw Illeana looking his way, and he crooked a finger at her, beckoning, as he patted the spot right next to him in an unspoken plea for her to come sit there. She was smiling back, and he took that as a favorable sign.


Illeana got up, and gathered up her dishes. She knew how much the candidates and apprentices worked here so she always did a little to help. Placing her dishes except for her mulled wine into the bucket, she then walked over towards the brownrider. “Hello. Is this spot available?” She was not going to just presumptuously sit down for fear of another coming.


Zy was pleased when the pretty harper girl came over and asked if she could sit down. He smiled fetchingly and nodded, “For you, it is.” He patted the empty spot again, a few inches closer to himself than before.


Illeana sat down, where the rider was patting at. She smiled sweetly towards him. “So what may I do for a handsome rider like you?” Maybe it was time to become more aware of the aspects of the weyr past her lessons. “And what may put you in a good mood too might I ask?”



THE NEXT MORNING


The next thing Zy remembered was the sun hitting his face, and the feel of his arms around someone. He was lying on the ground, his face pressed to the back of someone's head. With a groan and what felt like a coating of fur on his tongue, Zy tried to pry open his eye, but the light was too bright, and he groaned again. His head was swimming, and something was prodding him from behind. {Wake up, wake up. For Faranth's sake, wake up NOW. I need you to wake up}}


Illeana stirred slightly, feeling the slight movement from beside her. She felt everything was spinning, even though it was not. Her mind wasn't engaging that she was suppose to be elsewhere, rather she shouldn't be where she was. Suddenly she felt a head butt and a chirp of a flit. Carefully she opened one eye a crack and immediately regretted it. The light for her felt as though it was a torch or a flame. And then there was the brown little head right in her framesight. “Hi Trill, what brings you to get me?” It sounded muffled, almost like her mouth was stuffed with cotton balls.Trill butted again a little harder, with a chirp of urgency.


Zy'fen let out a grunt and reached behind him to push away whatever was nudging him, and his hand met the side of Nerenth's jaw. Zy groaned and rolled over to look up at his brown dragon with bleary eyes, then quickly sat bolt upright when a female voice spoke. The movement made his head spin even more, and Zy put a hand up to his forehead with a wince. “Shards, that hurts.” He covered his eyes with his hands and remained like that for the next few minutes, until certain things cleared in his mind, then both hands dropped. Two things had suddenly dawned on him - he was naked, and there was a woman was lying next to him.


Illeana's eyes popped open so fast at hearing another person's voice that her poor flit let out a squawk. She literally sat bolt upright and turned as red as a cherry. “Oh no….” She turned towards where the voice came from and became even more flustered. “I…. I….”


Zy'fen was just as flabbergasted as Illeana, and rubbed his eyes, trying to clear them, as he looked around for his clothing. Or at least for a his pants. He found them a few feet away and hurriedly dragged them over, moving as quickly as he could. While he normally would have loved to cuddle, this morning he was being prodded by Nerenth to hurry. And so it was that only a few minutes later, he was heading for his dragon, barefoot and only half dressed. Never before had he run from waking up next to a pretty girl, but this morning he couldn't really remember what had happened, and wanted to find out if Nerenth could tell him.


Re: Hiding in plain sight, sitting on a treasure trove. (Tyne/Cremsden) @Lynn#6042

Nutmeg
 

They weren't lazing where the sun fell on the rocks, nor were they amongst those diving for fish. It took good eyesight to finally spot the green squeezing into what looked to be a hole -- a tunnel of some type?

It took several minutes of looking around before they finally made headway. It was pure fluke that she happened to glance over just as a blotch of green caught her vision. "There!" she crowed, pointing furiously into the distance.  "That looks like one of them, right?" And before waiting for an answer, she began to set off in the same direction.
 
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Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.



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Re: Congratulations! atten: Delysia/Razelth/Kassia

sailyn2
 

"Be firm, but fair," Kassia said. "You're hoping for a wher that isn't too sensitive, but not too strong-headed either. Too sensitive and you risk a wher who won't react properly or at the right time. A strong-headed wher can be harder to train and may push your buttons. Of course you don't get much choice if you Impress, though if you talk with Riv or Athesta, they should be able to point you to the right clutch. They know their whers. I'd also work closely with Athesta or one of her trusted trainers. I didn't  have much help and it was a lot of work. Take advantage of what you have."


Re: I made this. Honest. (Attention: Ishkana, Ishixi, Cremsden, Tareg,

Cassandra Coogan
 

Tareg’s eyes followed Ishkana as she left before focussing back to Cremsden warily. 


On Friday, November 9, 2018, Lindsay <alexeden1971@...> wrote:
Ishkana caught the scowl before it fully flowed across her face. She was here to do what she was told, no matter what she thought was the right course of action. "Yes sir." she nodded and, with a smile for Tareg, she left the room in search of the man who'd brought the lad to the Weyr.

On Sun, 14 Oct 2018 at 08:27, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

Tareg’s hand reaches out to grab two meat rolls, one slipping up his sleeve while the other was nibbles on. He eyed the pair suspiciously. It wasn’t like he could run, so he may as well just put up with whatever they were going to do. 
He stayed could tight, his whole body tense- which did nothing to make his ankle any less sore. 

"The father." Much as Cremsden might appreciate the help reassuring the kid there were other jobs that needed doing. He nodded towards the door to remind Ishkana. "Go talk to him, good girl."
 
--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


Re: I made this. Honest. (Attention: Ishkana, Ishixi, Cremsden, Tareg,

Lindsay
 

Ishkana caught the scowl before it fully flowed across her face. She was here to do what she was told, no matter what she thought was the right course of action. "Yes sir." she nodded and, with a smile for Tareg, she left the room in search of the man who'd brought the lad to the Weyr.


On Sun, 14 Oct 2018 at 08:27, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

Tareg’s hand reaches out to grab two meat rolls, one slipping up his sleeve while the other was nibbles on. He eyed the pair suspiciously. It wasn’t like he could run, so he may as well just put up with whatever they were going to do. 
He stayed could tight, his whole body tense- which did nothing to make his ankle any less sore. 

"The father." Much as Cremsden might appreciate the help reassuring the kid there were other jobs that needed doing. He nodded towards the door to remind Ishkana. "Go talk to him, good girl."
 
--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


Re: I want an adventure, do you? (Ysolde/ANY) #medhunt @Lynn#6042 #medhunt

Cassandra <dragonmagic16@...>
 

Kenzia took a deep breath and took the riders hand as she eyed the huge dragon in front of her.  Any dragon was huge at this point and she bit her lower lip then nodded to herself.  She could and would do this.  What was the worst thing that could happen? Well other than falling on her arse and injuring herself.  Yeah that could happen.  Tilting her head she reached up to start clambering up the dragon.  She had seen it done so in theroy she knew what she should be doing. "Umm I can't hurt him can I?" The last thing she wanted to do was make the brown dragon uncomfortable after all.


On Mon, Oct 22, 2018 at 10:56 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Kenzia broke the hormonal tension swirling through Ysolde, making her totally incapable of thinking beyond "handsome Rider" and she giggled. "Don't worry, I'm sure that I'll be the prime example of getting it wrong. I'll definitely wait until you're up and settled."

With the decision made, B'nnet moved alongside Verizoth's forelimb and held out his hand to Kenzia. "Feel free to grab on if you're a bit unsteady. Faranth knows dragons don't exact come with grab handles equipped." He tossed her a playful wink. "And please don't think you have to rush, end of the day we've got a good few days to see this thing through."

On Sun, Oct 21, 2018 at 7:44 AM Cassandra <dragonmagic16@...> wrote:

“Thank you Verizoth.”  Kenzia said as she moved towards the foreleg.  She heisted for a moment but looked back at Ysolde to make sure the other woman didn’t want to go up first.  She was happy to embarrass herself and really she had to get used to this if she wanted to be a dragonrider.  “I can go I don’t mind.”  She grinned.  “I am happy to show you how NOT to do it.”  She laughed as she said it.  Sure she liked everything to be perfect but in truth she knew that she was going to do dumb things even as she matured.


On Sat, Oct 13, 2018 at 8:44 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Kenzia wasn't the only one with blushing cheeks and Ysolde found herself giggling coyly. The brownrider was very handsome and his brown was such an unusual shade of brown that she couldn't help but stare at him. Already her juvenile mind was conjuring up fantasies of flying away into the sunset with this rider and his dragon that was the perfect shade of amber brown, a perfect match for a jewelcrafter's daughter....

Snapping herself out of it as Kenzia spoke, Ysolde's red cheeks became darker. "Uhm... I don't really know either..." she admitted after several long seconds. With a light hearted smile, B'nnet came to the rescue. "Never fear young ladies, we all have to climb a dragon for the first time. Verizoth will get himself nice and low, then you just need to climb up onto his extended forearm."

As if on cue, the brown hunkered down, almost flattening himself against the ground with one limb stretched out. "Now then," B'nnet said, "Are we going to flip a mark or is someone going to volunteer?"

On Fri, Sep 21, 2018 at 2:44 AM Cassandra <dragonmagic16@...> wrote:
Kenzia could not stop the bright blush that spread across her cheeks at his word even if she tried.  "A pleasure to meet you Sir.  He is beautiful, your dragon." She said with her eyes widened at the sight of him.  She hadn't been around that many dragons and he was such a unique shade of brown.  She needed to sketch him one day if she could ever find him again.  She smiled and looked back at Ysolde then waved her forward, "do you want to go first? Because I have no idea what I'm doing when it comes to mounting a dragon." She confided to the other candidate. 

On Tue, Sep 18, 2018 at 1:21 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
OoC: Not a problem!

IC: "Nope!" Ysolde said cheerily as she began to lead the way towards a brownrider she had spotted was yet to be laden with adventurers. "Lets try this one!" Plus his dragon, with its strange shade of golden brown and peculiarly long headknobs didn't seem to be as huge as some of the others and that was still a comfort. Ysolde was still getting used to the idea of being so close to dragons. It was one thing to see them as specks in the sky, but something else to see them dwarfing the space in front of you.

B'nnet spotted the two Candidates approaching him and affected a sweeping bow as they arrived. "M'ladies," he crooned, smooth as butter. He had been looking forward to mingling with the Candidates and Verizoth had been too. It took him back to good memories of his own Candidacy, with some exceptions. "Brownrider B'nnet at your service, ferryman and general lackey to cater to your every whim."

Behind him, Verizoth let out a rumble that sounded a lot like a chuckle and turned his head towards Ysolde and Kenzia, his eyes whirling a bright shade of happy blue at them both.

On Thu, Aug 23, 2018 at 10:48 AM Cassandra <dragonmagic16@...> wrote:

“You didn’t get searched by a dragon and flown here?” Kenzia asked then laughed at herself, “I mean I didn’t, I was at a gather.” She rolled her eyes as she said it, “I can’t believe dragons still search during that time.”  She shrugged her shoulders but pulled her own knapsack up and nodded.  “Let’s go find a dragon.”  She said as she went the line.  She wasn’t going to put her hat on yet as she wasn’t sure if it would get blown off by the flight.

 

Ooc: I’ll leave the dragonrider up to you if that’s okay?


On Wed, Aug 22, 2018 at 10:15 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
"Not a clue!" Ysolde replied cheerily, "And it's a pleasure to meet you too." She was very much looking forward to this now that the uncertainty of company had been brushed aside. Adjusting the almost hilariously huge hat she was wearing, she pulled her knapsack onto her shoulders. "I think we're getting taken there on dragons!" she exclaimed excitedly. "I've never been on a dragon before, I'm not sure if I'm excited, terrified... or a bit of both!" She giggled and there was definitely a slight nervous pitch to it.

"Have you got everything you need? If so, we can go and join the ones waiting to mount up."

OoC: Feel free to volunteer a random or npc rider on your reply, or I can on mine xD

On Sat, Aug 18, 2018 at 3:15 AM Cassandra <dragonmagic16@...> wrote:

Kenzia let out the soft breath she didn’t even know she was holding.  Smiling suddenly she inclined her head in acknowledgment, “I’m Kenzia, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”  Tucking some loose hair behind her ear she grinned fully then, “this is going to be fun.”  She hoped anyway, if she could keep her perfection tendencies to herself for a time.  “Do you know what we are meant to be looking for?”  


On Fri, Aug 17, 2018 at 7:08 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
She didn't want to get her hopes up when she saw the girl making her way towards her. Ysolde didn't even realise she was holding her breath until she let it out in a whoosh of air. It was reassuring to see that the girl looked about as awkward as she felt. This went against her principles on so many levels. Normally, she preferred to sit in the corner, quietly feeling everyone out and then making a decision from there. This felt much too.. disorganised.

Never the less, it was a relief for someone to have answered her literal call and she smiled in relief. "I'm Ysolde," she said, swinging her bag up onto her shoulder. "You're the first, which means by my reckoning, you get first dibs."

On Tue, Aug 14, 2018 at 2:33 AM Cassandra <dragonmagic16@...> wrote:

Kenzia heard the other girl yell an tilted her head.  She had no idea why she was even here but she had decided maybe she needed to get out and met more people.  Pushing through the throng until she saw the female candidate she gave a little smile to her. “Umm sure if you no one else has come over yet?”  It was almost shy the smile she gave her. She didn’t want to push her way in but she also knew that if she didn’t get out more she was going to end up much more lonely than she was now.  She needed friends and this was one way to do it right?


On Mon, Aug 13, 2018 at 8:28 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
When no one replied directly to her post, Ysolde tried to quell the disappointment and told herself that people probably just hadn't been paying attention. Instead, she trotted along to the main meeting point. She really wanted to go out on this adventure but at the same time, didn't want to lie to her father and go out on her own. Not to  mention, that just wouldn't be any fun at all.

Finding the gathered troops, flanked by various seniors, Crafters and Candidatemasters, Ysolde decided to be brave and just go for it. Cupping her hands around her mouth, she shouted over the group. "Anyone want to team up and go searching together?"

She had no idea what they were even meant to be looking for but maybe the Healers would fill them in on that. She had heard someone say something about numbweed and other plants that the Healers use, but her knowledge about plants was about as comprehensive as fresh snow before someone walked on it. In other words, blanker than a new slate.

On Sun, Aug 5, 2018 at 11:04 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
OoC: Set the morning of the hunt. Note, Ysolde is signed up to find the pseudo impression weed :P

When she had told her father that she had signed up to go on this exploration to the ruins with the Healers, he had been less than enamoured with the idea.Even less so when he decided that the Candidates were going to be allowed to practically run riot. Not true, of course, but that was fatherly paranoia for you.

Eventually, after sending a stern letter to Nayari enquiring about the matter, Ysolde had been given his blessings to go. Sort of. But only under strict instructions that she was to find a buddy and that she wasn't going to be going ANYWHERE without them. But it was a compromise at least. After the lecture about keeping covered up, carrying plenty of water and wearing a hat.

The afternoon before they were supposed to set off, Ysolde set up a notice on the main message board at the front of the Barracks. There was no way that it wasn't going to  be seen by at least someone, you had to pass it every time you left the Barracks.
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Looking for an adventurer!
Are you joining the Healer hunt?
Looking for someone to stick with?
Meet me here after breakfast tomorrow!
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No, it wasn't exactly award winning prose, but hopefully it would catch someone's eye. Truth be told, the more she thought on it, the more she thought that having someone to go with was probably the best thing to do. Didn't someone mention a wher attack the last time?

So there she was after breakfast, her bag packed with all the essential supplies she could think of, waiting nervously by her notice. Well, if push came to shove, she would just join the group and hope for the best, but hopefully it wouldn't come to that.
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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!


--
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!


--
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!


--
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!


--
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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Re: Here we go again (Dekel/Cremsden)

Cassandra <dragonmagic16@...>
 

Dekel gave a small smile at the 'again' if it was deserved.  It was growing spurts, he was sure of it.  He would stop soon and then he would be all graceful and stuff he was sure of it.  He followed Cremsden quietly, concentrating on where he was putting his feet, "I'm sorry, it's not that bad though." He hoped not, he wanted to stand on the sands more than anything after all.


On Sun, Oct 28, 2018 at 7:33 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
"Again?" Cremsden's eyebrows twitched upwards a moment but he nodded. "Come on back then, I'll take a look. He won't thank me if I keep you too long queuing."

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On Sun, Oct 21, 2018 at 8:09 AM Cassandra <dragonmagic16@...> wrote:

Dekel couldn’t help but jump a little as the voice came to him.  “Oh Sir.  No he sent me here.” Dekel flushed and held his arm out. “I hurt my arm, I don’t think it’s serious or anything but I’m not a healer and he wanted to make sure.”  He flushed again because he had probably strained his wrist when he had tired to reach for something he really shouldn’t have.


On Sun, Oct 14, 2018 at 5:49 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

Dekel sighed as he walked into the infirmary.  Was it sad that the young candidate knew his way around here? Probably but he had been injured numerous times and well this was just another one.  He hoped it wasn't anything serious.  Not since a gold had finally flown and who knew, maybe he would actually have a chance at impression this time?

Taking a seat the fifteen turn sighed as he sat there, trying to not move too much.

The problem with being a Healer apprentice is that when you were actually injured people still assumed you were there to do your job. Dekel might be DragonHealer rather than Healer but he was still familiar enough for Cremsden to glance twice at him as he went to see how the queue looked.

"You'll be in hot water if Master Larsin catches you sitting down," he observed. "They're busy today." 
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Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


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Baldrick: The servants.
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Re: To Fly Without Wings atten: any at stables/Sarati #attnany

Aaron
 



On Wed, Oct 31, 2018, 10:23 sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:
"Do you ride?" Sarati asked. She knew a lot of the Candidates put to cleaning stalls didn't actually know how, or even want to learn.

She grabbed the halter and lead rope sitting on a peg outside the stall and slipped inside to put it on the frisky mare. Flame snorted and tossed her head but then submitted to the halter and even followed Sarati out of the stall. As soon as she was in the aisle way Flame jerked forward and tried to rush outside where there'd be grass waiting. Sarati gave the halter a quick jerk and aimed her toward the crossties instead. The mare reluctantly followed and Sarati put her in the crosstie stall.

"I've ridden before," said Nekaer. "But I wouldn't say I ride. Not runners, anyway." He had ridden adragonback enough to consider it unremarkable, as many weyrborn with rider parents had.

"Ashes, she's so fussy," he chuckled. He hoped Sarati did not intend for him to ride her. Sarati... Sarati. The name seemed familiar. He had certainly heard it before. And as he already considered, her face seemed familiar. The two of them may have met before. Well. He would do what he always did if it came up that he should have known her – pretend he knew who she was all along.


Re: To Fly Without Wings atten: any at stables/Sarati #attnany

sailyn2
 

"Do you ride?" Sarati asked. She knew a lot of the Candidates put to cleaning stalls didn't actually know how, or even want to learn.

She grabbed the halter and lead rope sitting on a peg outside the stall and slipped inside to put it on the frisky mare. Flame snorted and tossed her head but then submitted to the halter and even followed Sarati out of the stall. As soon as she was in the aisle way Flame jerked forward and tried to rush outside where there'd be grass waiting. Sarati gave the halter a quick jerk and aimed her toward the crossties instead. The mare reluctantly followed and Sarati put her in the crosstie stall.


Re: Pretty Presents. (Fabio/Almira/Any Candidate/ ACM)

Cassandra Coogan
 

“Everything’s food for something” Evarsi added. “It’s sad but it happens.” She gave the head a poke and huffed. Well it can’t stay here- still- she didn’t particularly want to pick it up. “Wonder how it got here though?” She frowned. “Anyone see anything?”


On Sunday, October 14, 2018, Jerzy Tobin <jerzytobin@...> wrote:
>
> Food or not, Almira didn't want to look at the thing again, for fear of gagging again. "It was a kitten. What if it was someone's pet?"

"Then someone wasn't doing a good job looking after it," Phyllia
stated, getting some control over her nerves.  She had no intention of
looking at that *thing* again, but at least she wasn't screaming
again.  "More likely it was a feral thing from the stables."

Still.  Definitely not something pleasant to wake up to.

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"Life is NOT a journey to the grave with the goal of arriving safely
in a prettily preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways in a
shower of gravel and party shards, thoroughly used, utterly exhausted,
and loudly proclaiming: "F*** ME, that Rocked!!" -unknown

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Re: It takes Green to Make Marks atten: Candies/Riders/T'rif

Cassandra Coogan
 

Evarsi giggled as Kestreth bitter against her, threatening to dump the girl into the lake. “Stop it Kes.” The candidate gently scolded her. “You are just cleaned, and oiled. I really want to find another dragon who needs help.”

((But you are My Little)) the green practically pouted. 

Evarsi scowled at the green “That doesn’t mean I can’t help others- or earn 1/32 mark each Rider I help. Besides, you can’t keep me, not if I want to Impress a green or blue or my own.”

Kestreth huffed. ((I suppose.)) she looked around the lake. ((Hey. You.)) she called to a green stained dragon. (I bet you wish you weren’t so green.)) she stretched and faked a yawn. ((My little wants to earn some marks. I however)) she added coyly, inspecting her own hide ((do want to know the colour of a dragon in the sky for when I Fly.))


Ooc: Um. So Kestreth decided she wanted to ‘help’ her riders adopted daughter out. Evarsi is not so sure this is help. 



On Sunday, October 14, 2018, sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:

The problem with having a green lake was that dragons needed to get cleaned and riders didn't always have the time to find a place outside the Weyr to do it. Normally this would have been the riders' fault, but sometimes people were due to visit other Weyrs, Holds, or go out on Search and they didn't have time to wash their dragons. Enough people complained to Kassia that she had to do something about it. Cleaning up the lake wasn't an option, but getting the riders some help was.

She sent word down to T'rif and he passed word onto the Candidates by word-of-mouth and flier that every Candidate was required to help bathe dragons. Anyone who helped would be given a token that could be exchanged for 1/32 mark. The more dragons bathed, the more marks a Candidate could make. Of course that wasn't to say there wouldn't be some unscrupulous riders that would try to get their dragon bathed and not be one of the people that had tokens to give out.

 

OOC: People feel free to have dragons who need bathed (the rider may or may not have a reason to have tokens to give out), Candidates to help bathe, or someone wanting to bug T'rif.


Re: Here we go again (Dekel/Cremsden)

Laura Walker
 

"Again?" Cremsden's eyebrows twitched upwards a moment but he nodded. "Come on back then, I'll take a look. He won't thank me if I keep you too long queuing."

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On Sun, Oct 21, 2018 at 8:09 AM Cassandra <dragonmagic16@...> wrote:

Dekel couldn’t help but jump a little as the voice came to him.  “Oh Sir.  No he sent me here.” Dekel flushed and held his arm out. “I hurt my arm, I don’t think it’s serious or anything but I’m not a healer and he wanted to make sure.”  He flushed again because he had probably strained his wrist when he had tired to reach for something he really shouldn’t have.


On Sun, Oct 14, 2018 at 5:49 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

Dekel sighed as he walked into the infirmary.  Was it sad that the young candidate knew his way around here? Probably but he had been injured numerous times and well this was just another one.  He hoped it wasn't anything serious.  Not since a gold had finally flown and who knew, maybe he would actually have a chance at impression this time?

Taking a seat the fifteen turn sighed as he sat there, trying to not move too much.

The problem with being a Healer apprentice is that when you were actually injured people still assumed you were there to do your job. Dekel might be DragonHealer rather than Healer but he was still familiar enough for Cremsden to glance twice at him as he went to see how the queue looked.

"You'll be in hot water if Master Larsin catches you sitting down," he observed. "They're busy today." 
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Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.



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Re: A Cozy Little Chat (attn: Eldvyr, Cremsden)

Laura Walker
 

"Bitey. Master Kregg named him." And it had stuck. The blue firelizard climbed up to Cremsden's shoulder and then turned, still chattering, to eye Eldvyr as though weighing him up. "And sharding right he's being ornery. Well. Not like he can have a good shout and a swear is it?" And Cremsden was apparently in a world where an outlet for that kind of outlet was needed enough to allow his firelizard some leeway with it. "And he doesn't bite hard enough that stitches are needed any more, just making sure I know he's good and pissed off. Though cleaning out in case of infection is a sharding pain."

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On Sun, Oct 21, 2018 at 2:30 AM <mglady3@...> wrote:
Eldvyr eyed tiny blue hellion warily. "If he knows not to bite normally, then he also understands that it is not acceptable behavior. Ergo he really is just biting you to be ornery." He observed acerbically. He'd never really understood the appeal of pet ownership himself. Why lavish time and effort on a creature with which one could not even have an intelligent conversation? Still, he acknowledged that other people did form emotional attachments to their pets, and sometimes that can be very useful.

"Is this...what did you call him again? Is this the first time you've had a pet?" He asked.




On Fri, Oct 12, 2018 at 12:42 AM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
"Oh, they can," Cremsden agreed. "And from what I understand he swears at them sharding well when he's in the mood to." He clicked his tongue at the annoyed little blue and offered him his uninjured hand. Still muttering to himself Bitey grumbled his way towards it and scrambled heavily up Cremsden's arm.

"When he started it was all fear and fury," Cremsden explained. "Wasn't it, lad? And we sorted that with time, and a bit of help from one of the Impressed gold firelizards, and that part's resolved well enough. Now it's just when he gets pissed off - and there isn't any amount of explaining and communication that fixes pissed off." And apparently even when bitten, Cremsden was inclined to cool down about it fast enough that there was no reason for him to stop.



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Weird news (attn Jerronila / Ishkana)

Lindsay
 

Ishkana had settled in well at the Weyr and was learning new things every day as part of her healer training. Other things though, they were a bit... well screwy would be one way to describe them. And she only had one person she could confide in about this.

Muttering to herself she moved from one classroom to another, hunting her cousin. Faranth knew where Jerronila might be! But Kani had to talk to *someone* and that someone *had* to be Jerronila...


Re: I have a question (attn F'gan / Ishkana)

Yvonne
 

"Yes a flit. We would eventually need to get you one. They can be very helpful." he said with a smile. He would have to take her up and show her around on the odd chance that she wanted to spend time with him....

(I love the idea!!!))


Re: I have a question (attn F'gan / Ishkana)

Lindsay
 

Following the line of his arm, the girl orientated herself with the bits of the Weyr that she knew and nodded. "I'll find you, I think."

At F'gan's next comment Ishkana gawped at him. "A flit? You mean, a firelizard?" She knew that they existed, having seen a couple around including Cremsden's blue, but she didn't actually know any herself.


(ooc: and that's a perfect idea for another thread!)


On Mon, 1 Oct 2018 at 07:39, Yvonne <kaliangelkat@...> wrote:
F'gan thought for a moment. "Well I am up quite early. So you will likely catch me here or having breakfast." He stood and moved so that he could point out the Earsten wall of the Weyr, which housed many of the riders. He pointed to his and said, "If I am not at the lake or doning things with my wing, or here painting, then check the dining hall or my Weyr."

He let out a soft chuckle. "I think it's time that I looked into finding a flit."

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