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Re: Congratulations! atten: Delysia/Razelth/Kassia

sailyn2
 

"Sadly, I've been aware of that for years," Kassia replied with some sympathy. "I'll save you from that pain for a little while today, anyway."

The sympathy melted away for a friendly smile. "I'll have Foreth give the image of the right place and have her kick out anyone there so we can have some peace. It's over near the water fall." Kassia felt no guilt for sending anyone enjoying their time there away. Sometimes she just had to use the Weyrwoman's prerogative or she'd never get some personal time. Plus, though she'd never admit it to most people out loud, it was a chance to give the Queen an appropriate outlet for her more dominant, bossy tendencies. "Let's go pick up a picnic basket first."


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

Laura Walker
 


Tareg stared at him before nodding. “I will try not to kick but.” He stopped “ever do things without thinking them through? Getting ‘urt makes me wanna run and hide an get away- even if I know it’s better to stay an worse comes If’n I run. No’ that you’re worse.” He bit his lip, leg muscles tensing then relaxing as he fought the want/ need to run and hide and heal away from others against being prodded and in pain. 



"And that's why I ask you out loud rather than assuming you won't," Cremsden agreed, eyes still on what he was doing, fingers very light as they moved over ankle and foot. "Sometimes knowing the reflex is there is enough to mean you can consciously catch it. If not... well, been kicked in the face before, nothing I won't survive. Any of this hurting more than you were hurting already?"
 
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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.


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

Cassandra Coogan
 

Tareg stared at him before nodding. “I will try not to kick but.” He stopped “ever do things without thinking them through? Getting ‘urt makes me wanna run and hide an get away- even if I know it’s better to stay an worse comes If’n I run. No’ that you’re worse.” He bit his lip, leg muscles tensing then relaxing as he fought the want/ need to run and hide and heal away from others against being prodded and in pain. 


On Sunday, September 2, 2018, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:


Taregs non scissor holding hand darted out, grabbing a meat roll and pulling back just as quick, mouth watering. Sure he had eaten earlier- thanks to the rider- but he was still starving. 
Eyeing everyone in the room warily, he started to nibble, practically devouring the roll once he realised how good it was. 

"It's okay, lad, plenty of food available." Cremsden's words had a distracted quality to them as he focused on examining Tareg's foot. "Here now, just need to work out where you've hurt, okay? Going to start pressing, need you to tell me when it hurts. I'll take it slow but do try not to kick me." 

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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.


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

Laura Walker
 



Taregs non scissor holding hand darted out, grabbing a meat roll and pulling back just as quick, mouth watering. Sure he had eaten earlier- thanks to the rider- but he was still starving. 
Eyeing everyone in the room warily, he started to nibble, practically devouring the roll once he realised how good it was. 

"It's okay, lad, plenty of food available." Cremsden's words had a distracted quality to them as he focused on examining Tareg's foot. "Here now, just need to work out where you've hurt, okay? Going to start pressing, need you to tell me when it hurts. I'll take it slow but do try not to kick me." 

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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.


Re: What should I do? (attn Cremsden / Ishkana)

Laura Walker
 



Ishkana nodded quickly. Yes, if she felt ill she knew where to come. "Well sort of, we always had a healer but it wasn't always the same one," she replied. "They'd come, stay a while, and then they'd go and another one came instead." She'd never stopped to consider why that was though; it was something she didn't know and she realised it troubled her.

"Okay," Cremsden nodded. "I'd like to give you a full checkover as you're joining us if that's okay with you? I can call someone in here to take notes to make you a bit more comfortable."

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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.


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

Cassandra Coogan
 

Evarsi was grumpy as she made her way toward the screaming, Magpie chittering and calling out by her ear. “What the actual feck?” She exclaimed, taking in the scene and the kitten head. “Well. That’s new.” She added. 

Magpie swooped down with a small carol to inspect the kitten head. ~food? Not food?~


On Sunday, September 2, 2018, Jerzy Tobin <jerzytobin@...> wrote:
>> When Almira went to her bed that night, she was tired, yawning and not paying attention when she sat down. The thing sitting on her pillow that night had been noticed, but her exhausted brain had somehow interpreted it as the shape of a sleeping flit curled up in a ball.Until she reached over to scoop it up. It was furry, and wet, and gloppy, and Almira dropped it with a screech, jumping up off her bed and spinning around to look at the thing and gag for a moment before screaming again when it dawned on her what the thing was. Then she turned around and threw up.
>
> Kirene's content expression as she clambered into bed said something about how she thought the day had gone.  Except she didn't lay down straight away, she sat there back straight just thinking about everything that had happened.  Processing it all so she wouldn't have to come back to it later when a scream broke through the silence that'd been just starting to settle and set her lurching from her bed.  She barely paused at the edge, shoving her feet haphazardously into her shoes before she took off out of her cubicle toward the sound.  "What's happening?!"
>
Screaming in the barracks was bound to illicit attention quickly, and
Phyllia was no exception to wanting to know what the source was,
especially since it was coming from one of the cubicles very close to
her own.  The red-head was out of bed in a moment, looking around
wildly for the source of the commotion, ready to flee if need be,
though it didn't sound like the sort of screaming that there'd be if
there'd been, say, a fire or something of that sort.

"What's going on?  Why all the screaming?"



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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

Whizzy: Jerzy
Aim: Yue146




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

Jerzy Tobin
 

When Almira went to her bed that night, she was tired, yawning and not paying attention when she sat down. The thing sitting on her pillow that night had been noticed, but her exhausted brain had somehow interpreted it as the shape of a sleeping flit curled up in a ball.Until she reached over to scoop it up. It was furry, and wet, and gloppy, and Almira dropped it with a screech, jumping up off her bed and spinning around to look at the thing and gag for a moment before screaming again when it dawned on her what the thing was. Then she turned around and threw up.
Kirene's content expression as she clambered into bed said something about how she thought the day had gone. Except she didn't lay down straight away, she sat there back straight just thinking about everything that had happened. Processing it all so she wouldn't have to come back to it later when a scream broke through the silence that'd been just starting to settle and set her lurching from her bed. She barely paused at the edge, shoving her feet haphazardously into her shoes before she took off out of her cubicle toward the sound. "What's happening?!"
Screaming in the barracks was bound to illicit attention quickly, and
Phyllia was no exception to wanting to know what the source was,
especially since it was coming from one of the cubicles very close to
her own. The red-head was out of bed in a moment, looking around
wildly for the source of the commotion, ready to flee if need be,
though it didn't sound like the sort of screaming that there'd be if
there'd been, say, a fire or something of that sort.

"What's going on? Why all the screaming?"



--
"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

Whizzy: Jerzy
Aim: Yue146


Re: Making the b...where's my boot? (J'hen/Zezzev)

Mya L. R.
 

Zezzev smothered down a giggle that he'd probably have never let out in any situation anyway, at the green firelizard. then nodded at the brownrider.  "I'm...not in a rush, sir."  He said stepping forward, paused again to cast a glance at Featherhead as if there was certainly something else he could say.  Then didn't say it and instead moved toward the bed.  "I can finish that up if you want, sir."

On Thu, Aug 30, 2018 at 3:00 PM Alyx <scottish.wolfecary@...> wrote:
With a final petulant chirp, Featherhead abandoned her perch and flitted back to the rider's shoulder. Once there she cheeped happily and preened a bit of the man's white hair affectionately. The old man rolled his light blue eyes at the flit's quick change of attitude. Then he looked about for the young pup he'd gotten at the gather, but he didn't see her anywhere. 

"Yea, forgot today was laundry day." The old man chuckled softly at his failing, and continued. "But I've nearly got the bed stripped. Though I could certainly use a hand if you're not in a rush?"
 
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Discord: Neffeyn#8723


Re: How to Mimic Clean (Kirene, any rider)

Mya L. R.
 

One of the first lessons taught in Beastcrafting was to not approach frightened animals without the proper precautions.  But, shard it, that wasn't really about frightened animals that were struggling not to drown while she didn't know whether the elderly owner could get around his dragon in time.  Kirene silently kicked off her shoes before stepping forward into the water and wading in the puppies direction.  "You need a hand there?"  She asked gently, more to the puppy but part her head was partly turned enough that she could be addressing the rider's direction too.


On Fri, Aug 31, 2018 at 7:58 PM Alyx <scottish.wolfecary@...> wrote:
Not too far out in the lake was a skinny, and very old looking dragon. This was a brown who'd gone grey around his muzzle, but though old, he showed every sign of being exceptionally healthy and well cared for. His hide showed lines of scores here and there, though most looked as if they had been relatively minor, and had long since healed. His wings looked  a bit large on his thin frame, and he emphasized this by spreading them out on the water's surface like some sort of tarp. Nehryth's chin rested on a nice warm flat rock while the rest of him floated.

He seemed a rather normal looking dragon, other than his age, what was not as normal however was the young puppy, that was scrambling about on his back, and across his floating wings like it was some sort of great game. This young blue merle pup was chasing a slender green flit back and forth across the brown's back with every bit of energy they possessed. Unfortunately for the pup, Featherhead, the little green flit, flew a bit too far forward on Nehryth's wing edge, and when Saly leaped at the green, she found nothing but water. The pup let out a frightened yelp and began paddling frantically, and the rider who was still hidden from sight by the bulk of the brown dragon could be heard.

"Shard it Featherhead, you know Saly isn't a good swimmer yet."  The voice was obviously that of an old man, it was soft, and rich as if in his years he'd spent a lot of time singing. It was a strong voice still, and didn't quiver with age. 

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Member Name: MyaL
Discord: Neffeyn#8723


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

Mya L. R.
 

On Fri, Aug 31, 2018 at 11:07 PM Amy Frazey <ladyrose57@...> wrote:
It was true, Almira hadn't been all that happy about her boots getting soaked when she rescued the silly bronze flit from drowning in the bathing pool the female candidates used. She'd had to work hard to keep them from being ruined, oiling and working the soft leather. No, he wasn't her favorite creature, but she didn't regret saving him.

The past few days, she'd been finding pretty things left on her pillow, and had credited them to her own young flit, Dahlia. Some of the things had clearly been jewelry, or parts of it, at least, and she had tried to find out who the shiny stones belonged to. The flowers, those she had put in a cup of water beside her bed, until they wilted. The broken bit of mirror had earned Dahlia a scolding. Mirrors were expensive,

When Almira went to her bed that night, she was tired, yawning and not paying attention when she sat down. The thing sitting on her pillow that night had been noticed, but her exhausted brain had somehow interpreted it as the shape of a sleeping flit curled up in a ball.Until she reached over to scoop it up. It was furry, and wet, and gloppy, and Almira dropped it with a screech, jumping up off her bed and spinning around to look at the thing and gag for a moment before screaming again when it dawned on her what the thing was. Then she turned around and threw up.

Kirene's content expression as she clambered into bed said something about how she thought the day had gone.  Except she didn't lay down straight away, she sat there back straight just thinking about everything that had happened.  Processing it all so she wouldn't have to come back to it later when a scream broke through the silence that'd been just starting to settle and set her lurching from her bed.  She barely paused at the edge, shoving her feet haphazardously into her shoes before she took off out of her cubicle toward the sound.  "What's happening?!"

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Member Name: MyaL
Discord: Neffeyn#8723


Re: A Walk to Remember Alyx/Any

Jenna Cunningham
 

"Didn't realise you were a candidate, too," he said as he looked over at the flit and flashed a tight-lipped smile, not wholly certain if teeth were displays of aggression to the little lizards. While he was looking at the firelizard, he found himself flushing red, and turned his head down to cough into his arm, biting back a sudden impulse to say something entirely inappropriate to her last question.
 
"Uh, my... leg." His thigh, mostly, and where it joined his hip and buttocks, whatever muscle that was that flowed up into his side and back. He was sure he knew more than he could suddenly remember, maybe even about what that group of muscles might be called, but it was well beyond him now. "Yeah. My - my leg. Left leg. You bunking in the upstairs barracks, or the lower half?"

On Fri, Aug 31, 2018 at 09:09 PM, Alyx wrote:
"Yes, Ardy's a very good flit. He took a fair bit of training to get him to recognize certain symbols we use in the infirmary. But once I got him to realize there were different things in different jars, well he's been a blessing. And no, not quite journeyman yet, being a candidate has slowed me up quite a bit at times. But I do what I can. Only, I'll be off for a little bit I bet. I've got to leave the weyr for a few days, go home, and see to things for my grandfather."
 
There was a little bit of distance in that last sentence. It truly was not something she wanted to do. But no one ever wanted to handle such things. Ardy came up along side the pair of them, and wandered up by the young man's head, tilting his own narrow little head down near the not pet's head. Alyx pulled the top off the jar, releasing a mildly astringent smell, of the creamy white mixture inside.
 
"Where's the worst of the pain?"


Re: A Walk to Remember Alyx/Any

Alyx
 

"Yes, Ardy's a very good flit. He took a fair bit of training to get him to recognize certain symbols we use in the infirmary. But once I got him to realize there were different things in different jars, well he's been a blessing. And no, not quite journeyman yet, being a candidate has slowed me up quite a bit at times. But I do what I can. Only, I'll be off for a little bit I bet. I've got to leave the weyr for a few days, go home, and see to things for my grandfather."

There was a little bit of distance in that last sentence. It truly was not something she wanted to do. But no one ever wanted to handle such things. Ardy came up along side the pair of them, and wandered up by the young man's head, tilting his own narrow little head down near the not pet's head. Alyx pulled the top off the jar, releasing a mildly astringent smell, of the creamy white mixture inside.

"Where's the worst of the pain?"

On Fri, Aug 31, 2018 at 10:01 PM, Jenna Cunningham <jenna.layne.cunningham@...> wrote:
Women troubles, Asheran translated, and left it at that. His sister had occasionally had those, too. He closed his eyes instead and pressed his cheek flat against his forearm, then furrowed his brow and opened his eyes again, looking back her way. She was sitting next to him, and she had that salve with her, and she was going to ... rub it in?
 
He cleared his throat, pretended to wince instead, and looked off into the distance where, where his clothes were jumbled up in a heap. 
 
"He's a good flit. Arby. You've been a... journeyman for very long?"

Wild guess.



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Re: A Walk to Remember Alyx/Any

Jenna Cunningham
 

Women troubles, Asheran translated, and left it at that. His sister had occasionally had those, too. He closed his eyes instead and pressed his cheek flat against his forearm, then furrowed his brow and opened his eyes again, looking back her way. She was sitting next to him, and she had that salve with her, and she was going to ... rub it in?
 
He cleared his throat, pretended to wince instead, and looked off into the distance where, where his clothes were jumbled up in a heap. 
 
"He's a good flit. Arby. You've been a... journeyman for very long?"

Wild guess.


Re: A Walk to Remember Alyx/Any

Alyx
 

Alyx waded in beside him, and once he was down, took a moment to try and wrong some water out of her hair, which caused her hair to go all to curls again. Then she stepped out to where the flit was sitting, with the pot of salve, and retrieved it, pausing a moment to give Ardy some affection and pats for a job well done. Then she walked back over, and slowly sat down next to him, on the side that had been cramping up.

"No, it won't cause me any issues. It's a minor thing, easily treated. And using this jar up, won't even have to go in as a requisition. Besides...I'm likely to be off duty for at least a little while any ways. There are, well things I'll have to sort out."

On Fri, Aug 31, 2018 at 9:18 PM, Jenna Cunningham <jenna.layne.cunningham@...> wrote:
He hadn't even given any thought to whether or not there would have been a record of his injury, and his mind spiraled off dwelling on the repercussions of that for a few moments before, with a stubborn nod, he pushed limpingly ahead in the shallows.
 
"No, I can make it - and thanks, thanks for that." 
 
He pulled away from the young woman and let himself drop when the water was ankle-deep, and laid himself out on the sandy, muddy lakeshore, staring up at the sky before - oh, yeah, there was still that issue, too, so he painfully twisted over onto his stomach, laying with his chin on his forearm.
 
"It won't get you in trouble?"

On Fri, Aug 31, 2018 at 07:33 PM, Alyx wrote:
Alyx swayed with him, she'd have gone under to stabilize him if she'd had to, but was glad it wasn't needed. As he put his foot down, and was in pain she shook her head a little, that would never do.
 
"Yes, I am, go ahead and keep drifting if it's hurting. Ardy's just ahead and he brought some ointment for cramps. You're lucky, I'd twisted my ankle up pretty bad about a month ago. So I had some on hand, and no record of this will have to go down."
 
Being a candidate, she was sure that the young man wouldn't want anyone thinking him less than perfectly fit physically.



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Re: A Walk to Remember Alyx/Any

Jenna Cunningham
 

He hadn't even given any thought to whether or not there would have been a record of his injury, and his mind spiraled off dwelling on the repercussions of that for a few moments before, with a stubborn nod, he pushed limpingly ahead in the shallows.
 
"No, I can make it - and thanks, thanks for that." 
 
He pulled away from the young woman and let himself drop when the water was ankle-deep, and laid himself out on the sandy, muddy lakeshore, staring up at the sky before - oh, yeah, there was still that issue, too, so he painfully twisted over onto his stomach, laying with his chin on his forearm.
 
"It won't get you in trouble?"

On Fri, Aug 31, 2018 at 07:33 PM, Alyx wrote:
Alyx swayed with him, she'd have gone under to stabilize him if she'd had to, but was glad it wasn't needed. As he put his foot down, and was in pain she shook her head a little, that would never do.
 
"Yes, I am, go ahead and keep drifting if it's hurting. Ardy's just ahead and he brought some ointment for cramps. You're lucky, I'd twisted my ankle up pretty bad about a month ago. So I had some on hand, and no record of this will have to go down."
 
Being a candidate, she was sure that the young man wouldn't want anyone thinking him less than perfectly fit physically.


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

Amy Frazey
 

It was true, Almira hadn't been all that happy about her boots getting soaked when she rescued the silly bronze flit from drowning in the bathing pool the female candidates used. She'd had to work hard to keep them from being ruined, oiling and working the soft leather. No, he wasn't her favorite creature, but she didn't regret saving him.

The past few days, she'd been finding pretty things left on her pillow, and had credited them to her own young flit, Dahlia. Some of the things had clearly been jewelry, or parts of it, at least, and she had tried to find out who the shiny stones belonged to. The flowers, those she had put in a cup of water beside her bed, until they wilted. The broken bit of mirror had earned Dahlia a scolding. Mirrors were expensive,

When Almira went to her bed that night, she was tired, yawning and not paying attention when she sat down. The thing sitting on her pillow that night had been noticed, but her exhausted brain had somehow interpreted it as the shape of a sleeping flit curled up in a ball.Until she reached over to scoop it up. It was furry, and wet, and gloppy, and Almira dropped it with a screech, jumping up off her bed and spinning around to look at the thing and gag for a moment before screaming again when it dawned on her what the thing was. Then she turned around and threw up.


Re: And they all came tumbling down. (Almira/Lerian) #medhunt

Alyx
 

"We're almost there Almira, and there's a great place to eat lunch. You'll see." Lerian headed out again, and led them down a nice path to the bottom of the waterfall, where there was indeed a nice sandy bank, just asking for a picnic. Here where the water fell, the water was a deep blue, and from the sandy shoreline, looking up there was indeed a cliff face that looked a bit like a dragon.

Lerian pulled the bag he'd been packing down from his shoulder, and pulled out a nice water skin, took a drink, then offered it to Almira. He dropped himself down on the ground, near a small patch of plants. They were green, very green, with five leaves, and little yellow flowers. It was kind of pretty, and he hadn't seen it before, so he picked a couple handfuls, and stuffed it into his back pack's smaller front pocket. [Natural Steroid Found] 

Then be began unloading the things he'd grabbed for lunch, a few rolls, some spiced roast herdbeast, and his prize, a small lump of cheese. 

On Fri, Aug 31, 2018 at 6:49 PM, Amy Frazey <ladyrose57@...> wrote:
Almira stopped when Lerian left the path, not sure she should follow him. But he came back quickly, and she grinned back at him when he offered some of the red berries. SHe had to eat one handed, but the berries were sweet. When they got to the stream crossing, though, she paused again, hesitating because Dahlia was still asleep in the crook of her arm, and the stepping stones were a bit to far apart.

Frowning, Almira thought about how to get across without jostling or dropping Dahlia if she needed both arms for balance, and it took a minute to come up with a solutions. Quickly, after turning her back to Lerian, Almira tucked the sleeping green into her shirt, glad she was still so small. When Dahlia was settled securely in Almira's underclothes, She turned and hopped across the stream to the other side.



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Re: A Walk to Remember Alyx/Any

Alyx
 

Alyx swayed with him, she'd have gone under to stabilize him if she'd had to, but was glad it wasn't needed. As he put his foot down, and was in pain she shook her head a little, that would never do.

"Yes, I am, go ahead and keep drifting if it's hurting. Ardy's just ahead and he brought some ointment for cramps. You're lucky, I'd twisted my ankle up pretty bad about a month ago. So I had some on hand, and no record of this will have to go down."

Being a candidate, she was sure that the young man wouldn't want anyone thinking him less than perfectly fit physically.


On Fri, Aug 31, 2018 at 8:19 PM, Jenna Cunningham <jenna.layne.cunningham@...> wrote:
Asheran stretched his good leg out and dug his toe into the wet sand below him, then gained a bit of a foothold there and swayed, suddenly stuck for balance - he was still leaning into her quite heavily, but he was no longer completely submerged as he stood, so the weight differential shifted back in his favor, and out of hers. He managed to correct before he toppled over ungraciously into Alyx, but he had to wrap his arm about her in the process and then he winced, biting back a string of atypically savage curses. The motion had started the cramp off again, which twisted hard knots under the skin of his upper thigh, and it took a moment before he'd caught his breath.
 
"Sorry," he breathed, feeling separated from himself - as if the pain had made him physically lighter than air. That was weird. He gave his head a little shake, and tried to collect his thoughts again. "You're a healer?" It made sense, he supposed. She was too old to be a candidate, and she was too pretty to be a drudge, and she didn't seem like a rider.



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Re: A Walk to Remember Alyx/Any

Jenna Cunningham
 

Asheran stretched his good leg out and dug his toe into the wet sand below him, then gained a bit of a foothold there and swayed, suddenly stuck for balance - he was still leaning into her quite heavily, but he was no longer completely submerged as he stood, so the weight differential shifted back in his favor, and out of hers. He managed to correct before he toppled over ungraciously into Alyx, but he had to wrap his arm about her in the process and then he winced, biting back a string of atypically savage curses. The motion had started the cramp off again, which twisted hard knots under the skin of his upper thigh, and it took a moment before he'd caught his breath.
 
"Sorry," he breathed, feeling separated from himself - as if the pain had made him physically lighter than air. That was weird. He gave his head a little shake, and tried to collect his thoughts again. "You're a healer?" It made sense, he supposed. She was too old to be a candidate, and she was too pretty to be a drudge, and she didn't seem like a rider.


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

Alyx
 

Fabio didn't like it when people didn't like him. It made him sad. But he was always delighted when his pet, or his brother, or his Big Brother gave him presents. So the jilted flit decided that he was going to bring the girl that didn't like him presents. But what did one give as presents? That required knowing the person and thought. Two things Fabio...well didn't have and wasn't entirely equipped for.

He did however know what He liked. He'd left a couple flowers, some shiny rocks he was quite fond of, and even a really special present. A broken bit of one of his favorite mirrors. But none of those things had made the Not-Pet like him. So he decided that maybe she was hungry?

Of course he decided this, as he was eating the remains of some poor feral kitten. Flits were predators after all, and didn't always discriminate well. So he picked up the bloody head, and popped between to Almira's cot, laying the head oh so gently on the pillow. Then his Big Brother called to him, and he left, going back to his pet's weyr.

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