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Re: A Walk to Remember Alyx/Any

Alyx
 

Alyx chuckled a little at his returned joke. Good that he could keep his wits in what could have been a dangerous situation. To her at least it boded well for his eventual chances at Impression. But no one truly knew what the dragons looked for in that moment. Especially her, where she'd been here for so long, stood many times, and was left behind. She was well aware that this would be her very last chance.

As they got closer, she frowned a little in concentration, sending the image of a bottle to Ardy who was flying lazy circles above the pair in the water. She knew that he couldn't carry much, but a bottle of the salve they had for cramps, wasn't very large, and was within his abilities. Ardy cheeped once, accepting the image and popped between. Thankfully he didn't need to go to the infirmary for it. Alyx had a bottle on her bedside table from the last time she'd twisted her ankle badly, and had gotten foot cramps while she was healing. A moment later, the little bronze was back, but sitting on the sand of the beach, waiting patiently. 

"Well don't worry, at least you don't have to wait for a healer. Here the water is getting shallower, can you touch yet?" She knew that many people could touch bottom here, not her though.

On Fri, Aug 31, 2018 at 7:26 PM, Jenna Cunningham <jenna.layne.cunningham@...> wrote:
"No'm," he murmured quietly, as if lowering the tone of his voice would help stop the cramp from coming back with a vengeance, and kicked with his good leg, trying to help where he could in this little water rescue. Then, continuing with a pained smile: "Candidate. Gotta - get every edge, right? I might not get a third chance to - ah, shards, to stand." Her arm around him, he realised, was very much appreciated - so he turned his attention up to her firelizard instead, staring at the little bronze.

"Don't think I could be a runner if I'd tried. Hard time growing the extra legs. Not much broke to a - saddle."



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Re: A Walk to Remember Alyx/Any

Jenna Cunningham
 

"No'm," he murmured quietly, as if lowering the tone of his voice would help stop the cramp from coming back with a vengeance, and kicked with his good leg, trying to help where he could in this little water rescue. Then, continuing with a pained smile: "Candidate. Gotta - get every edge, right? I might not get a third chance to - ah, shards, to stand." Her arm around him, he realised, was very much appreciated - so he turned his attention up to her firelizard instead, staring at the little bronze.

"Don't think I could be a runner if I'd tried. Hard time growing the extra legs. Not much broke to a - saddle."


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

Amy Frazey
 

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.


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

Alyx
 

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. 

On Fri, Aug 31, 2018 at 11:51 AM, Mya L. R. <mleesan@...> wrote:
Each foot stepped forward, one after another smoothly and with no hesitation.  Those movements were as confident as Kirene was that no one would mind her presence approaching the Weyrlake.  Nothing she'd been told suggested it'd be off limits for the Candidates.  Lerian had even told her that she could possibly meet some riders and dragons other than the one who'd Searched her.  So overall it sounded like a good starting place to make connections and learn about whom she might eventually work with...  If she Impressed that is.

Her hair shifted too as the green hidden within poked out one side of her face to get a glimpse of where they were headed.  The whirling eye took one glance at the weyrlake, caught sight of the various large colors being bathed or resting along the shore, and promptly pulled back into seclusion.  "Oh come on, Kesedi."  Kirene raised one hand scratching under the green's chin encouragingly though didn't really expect that it'd coax the green out.  That was something she doubted would happen until they'd turned around to head back to the Barracks.

In otherwords, she wasn't surprised to feel the green snuggle closer against her jaw.  She didn't stop the scratches though, just kept walking until she reached the water's edge.  Then she stopped and looked around for the nearest dragon-bathing pair she could watch.


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Re: A Walk to Remember Alyx/Any

Alyx
 

Alyx gave him an odd look, but let the first comment slide by without saying anything. That was not really important now any ways. Getting them both back to shore without drowning was. Not that she was too worried about it. Water rescues was one thing she'd excelled at in practice.

"Alright, try not to move your side too much, that cramp will come back if you do."  Treading water beside him, she shifted her arm, till it was around his ribs, and she was closer to his side, so that he wouldn't have to stretch as much. One of the nicer things about being in the water, is her shortness wasn't as much an issue. With him secured, she set out for the shore with her free arm, and careful kicks of her legs, it wouldn't do to kick the fella. 

"There we go, so why were you out here running so much? You'll wear yourself down to nothing if you do that too much, are you training to be a runner?"

On Fri, Aug 31, 2018 at 4:47 AM, Jenna Cunningham <jenna.layne.cunningham@...> wrote:
"Wouldn't be in the -- water, if you weren't here," he retorted without any rancor, trying for light-hearted humor even if the tone fell a bit flatter than he'd intended. But then he was suddenly very conscious of the fact that she was a girl, and the cramp felt suddenly very far away. He blinked, winced, and stared into the distance like a man debating whether or not he ought to allow himself to drown to spare himself a certain indignity later on.
 
"Yes'm," he said finally, struggling for another moment before giving in and shifting more of his weight to her shoulder, however ungentlemanly that might be. "You help like that, and we can get back to shore. Th-anks."



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How to Mimic Clean (Kirene, any rider)

Mya L. R.
 

Each foot stepped forward, one after another smoothly and with no hesitation.  Those movements were as confident as Kirene was that no one would mind her presence approaching the Weyrlake.  Nothing she'd been told suggested it'd be off limits for the Candidates.  Lerian had even told her that she could possibly meet some riders and dragons other than the one who'd Searched her.  So overall it sounded like a good starting place to make connections and learn about whom she might eventually work with...  If she Impressed that is.

Her hair shifted too as the green hidden within poked out one side of her face to get a glimpse of where they were headed.  The whirling eye took one glance at the weyrlake, caught sight of the various large colors being bathed or resting along the shore, and promptly pulled back into seclusion.  "Oh come on, Kesedi."  Kirene raised one hand scratching under the green's chin encouragingly though didn't really expect that it'd coax the green out.  That was something she doubted would happen until they'd turned around to head back to the Barracks.

In otherwords, she wasn't surprised to feel the green snuggle closer against her jaw.  She didn't stop the scratches though, just kept walking until she reached the water's edge.  Then she stopped and looked around for the nearest dragon-bathing pair she could watch.


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Re: A Walk to Remember Alyx/Any

Jenna Cunningham
 

"Wouldn't be in the -- water, if you weren't here," he retorted without any rancor, trying for light-hearted humor even if the tone fell a bit flatter than he'd intended. But then he was suddenly very conscious of the fact that she was a girl, and the cramp felt suddenly very far away. He blinked, winced, and stared into the distance like a man debating whether or not he ought to allow himself to drown to spare himself a certain indignity later on.
 
"Yes'm," he said finally, struggling for another moment before giving in and shifting more of his weight to her shoulder, however ungentlemanly that might be. "You help like that, and we can get back to shore. Th-anks."


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

Alyx
 

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?"

On Thu, Aug 30, 2018 at 12:26 PM, Mya L. R. <mleesan@...> wrote:
On Wed, Aug 29, 2018 at 7:58 PM Alyx <scottish.wolfecary@...> wrote:
J'hen was busy fighting the bed, and didn't hear the knock, Featherhead did however, and popped in front of the man cheeping a welcome, and also checking the visitor for treats. She was totally shameless in this venture, and even landed on the man's shoulder, trying to stick her head into pockets in her search for food. 

Saly stayed nicely hidden under the bed, happily chewing on J'hen's soft leather shoe. 

After a moment J'hen realized the man was there and turned around, gave the bed one last frustrated look then called to his flit. 
"Come on Featherhead, leave the man alone. Get over here." The little green gave a petulant chirp, hanging from the fellow's shirt.

Zezzev froze in place so as to not disrupt the green firelizard that'd landed on him.  "Hi there."  He said to her before glancing over toward the brownrider.  Seeing as he was there to collect laundry and Featherhead wouldn't have the laundry for him to collect, he didn't really have much to say to her.  From what he saw the brownrider looked rather busy with the bed, but at about the same moment J'hen turned and spotted him.  "Ummm.  I'm here to collect any laundry... Ummm.  You looked to have you're hands a bit full though..."

 
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Re: A Walk to Remember Alyx/Any

Alyx
 

Alyx shook her head at the young man's stubbornness, and slipped closer to him, getting under his arm so that he wouldn't have to move that side at all. She was a strong enough swimmer, that if needed she could pull him back to shore. But if it came to that, might be easier to find a nearby dragon and ask for help. But hopefully just a few minutes of rest would solve his issue.

"You need to me more careful. If I hadn't been here, you could have drowned. Think if I help support this side, you can get back to shore?"

On Thu, Aug 30, 2018 at 4:14 AM, Jenna Cunningham <jenna.layne.cunningham@...> wrote:
He grit his teeth, using one arm and leg to tread water, and grasped her arm with his other hand, using her to support himself on that other side, where even the minute motions of staying afloat were causing the cramp to linger sharply.
 
"Awhile," he got out after a false start that saw him hiss out a pained breath, then shook his head. "Hours," he added, trying to think back through the haze of pain and panic. He'd gotten up early. He'd eaten and downed a cup of klah, and then he had come out here. And now he was making a fool out of himself. The humor wasn't lost on him, not entirely.

On Wed, Aug 29, 2018 at 03:17 PM, Alyx wrote:
Alyx of course was familiar with people trying to power through things, she saw  that he was having trouble immediately, and turned around,swimming back to him. She wasn't all that interested in winning when someone was hurting.
 
"Hold on, you need to stop a minute. Here, I'll help catch your breath." She swam next to him and offered him an arm to keep himself up.
 
"You were running before, for how long?"



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

Mya L. R.
 

On Wed, Aug 29, 2018 at 7:58 PM Alyx <scottish.wolfecary@...> wrote:
J'hen was busy fighting the bed, and didn't hear the knock, Featherhead did however, and popped in front of the man cheeping a welcome, and also checking the visitor for treats. She was totally shameless in this venture, and even landed on the man's shoulder, trying to stick her head into pockets in her search for food. 

Saly stayed nicely hidden under the bed, happily chewing on J'hen's soft leather shoe. 

After a moment J'hen realized the man was there and turned around, gave the bed one last frustrated look then called to his flit. 
"Come on Featherhead, leave the man alone. Get over here." The little green gave a petulant chirp, hanging from the fellow's shirt.

Zezzev froze in place so as to not disrupt the green firelizard that'd landed on him.  "Hi there."  He said to her before glancing over toward the brownrider.  Seeing as he was there to collect laundry and Featherhead wouldn't have the laundry for him to collect, he didn't really have much to say to her.  From what he saw the brownrider looked rather busy with the bed, but at about the same moment J'hen turned and spotted him.  "Ummm.  I'm here to collect any laundry... Ummm.  You looked to have you're hands a bit full though..."

 
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Re: A Walk to Remember Alyx/Any

Jenna Cunningham
 

He grit his teeth, using one arm and leg to tread water, and grasped her arm with his other hand, using her to support himself on that other side, where even the minute motions of staying afloat were causing the cramp to linger sharply.
 
"Awhile," he got out after a false start that saw him hiss out a pained breath, then shook his head. "Hours," he added, trying to think back through the haze of pain and panic. He'd gotten up early. He'd eaten and downed a cup of klah, and then he had come out here. And now he was making a fool out of himself. The humor wasn't lost on him, not entirely.

On Wed, Aug 29, 2018 at 03:17 PM, Alyx wrote:
Alyx of course was familiar with people trying to power through things, she saw  that he was having trouble immediately, and turned around,swimming back to him. She wasn't all that interested in winning when someone was hurting.
 
"Hold on, you need to stop a minute. Here, I'll help catch your breath." She swam next to him and offered him an arm to keep himself up.
 
"You were running before, for how long?"


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

Alyx
 

J'hen was busy fighting the bed, and didn't hear the knock, Featherhead did however, and popped in front of the man cheeping a welcome, and also checking the visitor for treats. She was totally shameless in this venture, and even landed on the man's shoulder, trying to stick her head into pockets in her search for food. 

Saly stayed nicely hidden under the bed, happily chewing on J'hen's soft leather shoe. 

After a moment J'hen realized the man was there and turned around, gave the bed one last frustrated look then called to his flit. 
"Come on Featherhead, leave the man alone. Get over here." The little green gave a petulant chirp, hanging from the fellow's shirt.

On Wed, Aug 29, 2018 at 5:04 PM, Mya L. R. <mleesan@...> wrote:
On Wed, Aug 29, 2018 at 6:09 PM Alyx <scottish.wolfecary@...> wrote:
Sometimes when you were older, and didn't have the duties of youth, the days got away from you. This was not an unusual thing for J'hen. Usually though he remembered laundry day. Grumbling under his breath, J'hen tugged at the sheets on his bed, trying to get them into the basket to exchange when the laundry folks got here.

Unfortunately for him, Featherhead, his silly green flit was 'helping' by crawling inside pillow cases, and knocking things down onto the floor. The second pillow fell off the bed, and landed on top of the young puppy on the floor.

That of course woke up Saly. The grey pup stretched her feet out, then rolled to her feet, shaking the pillow off of her. Seeing that J'hen was distracted, and not looking, Saly grabbed one of his soft indoor boots and slowly scooted under the bed for some serious chewing.

Zezzev walked near the wall of the corridor.  He pretty much never went out into the center of the corridor and now wasn't any different.  There wasn't many people in the corridor to notice if he ventured out, but there was no reason to stray from his normal routine either.  He just quickened his pace to the next weyr knocking once in case the rider was in, to let him know he was there before entering.


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

Mya L. R.
 

On Wed, Aug 29, 2018 at 6:09 PM Alyx <scottish.wolfecary@...> wrote:
Sometimes when you were older, and didn't have the duties of youth, the days got away from you. This was not an unusual thing for J'hen. Usually though he remembered laundry day. Grumbling under his breath, J'hen tugged at the sheets on his bed, trying to get them into the basket to exchange when the laundry folks got here.

Unfortunately for him, Featherhead, his silly green flit was 'helping' by crawling inside pillow cases, and knocking things down onto the floor. The second pillow fell off the bed, and landed on top of the young puppy on the floor.

That of course woke up Saly. The grey pup stretched her feet out, then rolled to her feet, shaking the pillow off of her. Seeing that J'hen was distracted, and not looking, Saly grabbed one of his soft indoor boots and slowly scooted under the bed for some serious chewing.

Zezzev walked near the wall of the corridor.  He pretty much never went out into the center of the corridor and now wasn't any different.  There wasn't many people in the corridor to notice if he ventured out, but there was no reason to stray from his normal routine either.  He just quickened his pace to the next weyr knocking once in case the rider was in, to let him know he was there before entering.


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Re: A Walk to Remember Alyx/Any

Alyx
 

Alyx of course was familiar with people trying to power through things, she saw  that he was having trouble immediately, and turned around,swimming back to him. She wasn't all that interested in winning when someone was hurting.

"Hold on, you need to stop a minute. Here, I'll help catch your breath." She swam next to him and offered him an arm to keep himself up.

"You were running before, for how long?"

On Wed, Aug 29, 2018 at 4:22 AM, Jenna Cunningham <jenna.layne.cunningham@...> wrote:
"I'm alright," he shot back stubbornly, because he was a teenage boy, and she was a girl - even if she was older. He didn't stop swimming when she had, so he made up some ground... or, well, water - but then the cramp seemed to shoot down his side, from his shoulder straight into his leg, and that cramp (unlike the earlier one) was unignorable. There was no powering through it. One moment he was continuing to swim, and the next he was sinking like a stone, every single movement arrested in favor of just not moving long enough for the pain to go away.
 
Only it didn't go away, and every time he would resurface, the effort of swimming back up to the surface would intensify the cramping, and he would sink a bit again, splashing about as he tried to balance swimming up with sinking down into a stable sort of tread.
 
"Sh-ards, it's my leg," he finally called out, the sharp, stabbing ache of it making him swear.



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

Yvonne
 

He motioned for her to come sit closer to him and said "Yes. My sister. She was training at the Dolphin Hall before she was searched and brought here to stand on the Grounds and she impressed a green. If I remember correctly she was supposed to train as a healer."  



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

Alyx
 

Sometimes when you were older, and didn't have the duties of youth, the days got away from you. This was not an unusual thing for J'hen. Usually though he remembered laundry day. Grumbling under his breath, J'hen tugged at the sheets on his bed, trying to get them into the basket to exchange when the laundry folks got here.

Unfortunately for him, Featherhead, his silly green flit was 'helping' by crawling inside pillow cases, and knocking things down onto the floor. The second pillow fell off the bed, and landed on top of the young puppy on the floor.

That of course woke up Saly. The grey pup stretched her feet out, then rolled to her feet, shaking the pillow off of her. Seeing that J'hen was distracted, and not looking, Saly grabbed one of his soft indoor boots and slowly scooted under the bed for some serious chewing.

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Re: Even I can tell that's stupid, and I'm a novice! (Ysolde/Ishkana) @Lynn642

Nutmeg
 

Ysolde was relieved that someone had "gotten it". So many people seemed to be baffled that someone could be so interesting that you lost all awareness of the world around you. "I'll see if I can find a slate board," she said, suddenly bright with the inspiration of an idea. "I can hang it up by my bed so I always see it." She beamed, her discomfort momentarily cast aside. Her smile turned into a perplexed frown, the question had caught her completely off guard. But then, not too long ago, she would have asked exactly the same. "The look after the Candidates. You have the Candidatemaster Nayari - she's super fierce but you can tell she's just looking out for us, then you have the Assistant Candidatemasters, or ACMs. They give the lectures, make sure we're following the rules but also help us out if there's problems or we need someone to talk to." Ysolde paused, offering a shrug. "Kind of like parents in a way."


On Thu, Aug 23, 2018 at 10:46 AM Lindsay <alexeden1971@...> wrote:
Ishkana smiled and nodded, fetching a small piece of hide and something to write with. "Here you go," she said, offering them to Ysolde. "I get focused like that sometimes too. Writing it down does help, especially if it's new stuff to me."

A quizzical look crossed her face. She actually knew very little about the workings of the Weyr beyond the Infirmary and Dining Hall. "Candidatemasters? Who're they?"

On 22 August 2018 at 13:35, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
They were all very reasonable suggestions and Ysolde looked like she was paying attention. "Could I have a scrap of parchment? Just to write some of this down." She smiled sheepishly, "Hopefully it will help me not forget by the time I get back to the Barracks." She didn't want to come across as ditsy and was probably quietly being judged a little. "I get lost in thought, especially if I'm studying something," she explained, hoping that it didn't make her sound foolish.

Ysolde shook her head at the roommate question. "I don't have a bunkmate at the moment. I will tell the Candidatemasters though, I don't want them to feel they have to nag me but it might help if they know about it too."

On Fri, Aug 17, 2018 at 9:28 PM Lindsay <alexeden1971@...> wrote:
Ishkana thought for a moment before answering. "Perhaps a slate hung above your bunk that says 'ointment' on it? And an outdoor bag with a hat, a light-coloured shirt and a smaller jar of ointment in it? To take everywhere you go." She shrugged one shoulder, "It takes a while to learn new habits I think, so have you got a friend in the next bunk, or that you see every day, who could remind you too?"

On Fri, 17 Aug 2018 at 10:55, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
The straight forward approach of the newcomer was appreciated. Ysolde hated faffing around. Maithera nodded at the apprentice, acknowledging the correctness in her presumptions. "You're absolutely right there, Ishkana, well done. What suggestions would you recommend for someone in this situation and how would you consider putting them into practice?"

On Tue, Aug 14, 2018 at 5:09 PM Lindsay <alexeden1971@...> wrote:
Ishkana glanced at the journeyman briefly before looking back at Ysolde. "I think," she said slowly, "You need to train yourself to always take precautions, no matter what you're doing. You already have permanent damage, but with this degree of sunburn you can make it worse and cause other things... correct me if I'm wrong mam?" She stopped so Maithera would know she was waiting on confirmation for what she'd said. 

On Mon, 13 Aug 2018 at 11:16, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
She wasn't surprised at the question, it seemed to be the most obvious one. It was also a fair question to ask. "Wasn't paying attention." she said simply at first. "It was my own fault, I didn't think I would be out as long as I was, so I didn't bother with the proper clothes or lotion. Then I got distracted and by the time I felt the burn it was too late, so I came straight here."

Ysolde was matter of fact about it and didn't display any signs of self pity. Later on, when the pain really set in, that would probably change a bit. She offered a sheepish smile at the other girl. "I do know better and I'm not always so scatter-brained. I just get distracted really easily if I'm concentrating on something."

On Sat, Aug 11, 2018 at 9:07 AM Lindsay <alexeden1971@...> wrote:
Ishkana nodded as the healer gave her Ysolde's history, wincing slightly at the severity of the scarring - and sunburn on top? Ouch.

"Ysolde, can I ask, is there a reason why you didn't follow the advice and you got sunburned today?" Ishkana took the ointment and sniffed it, trying to identify other ingredients apart from numbweed.

On 8 August 2018 at 11:14, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
"Of course," Maithera held back the cubicle curtain to let the apprentice come in. "Ysolde, I trust that's all right with you?"

Ysolde nodded, she was used to this and besides, it wasn't nosiness, it was professionalism. There was a difference. She waved at Ishkana, offering a small smile in return.

"Ysolde here hails from the North, as is very evident by her fair complexion and hair colour - not something that is as common here in the South." As she spoke, Maithera gestured to to the body parts in question. "So we do have a burn risk already, however as you can see, Ysolde already has substantial burn scars on her back, these travel from her nape of her neck to almost the small of her back with some extension onto the tops of her shoulders and top of her arms. These burns are significant and still susceptible to sun damage, as is evident here..." Maithera pointed to the angry sunburn on Ysolde's arms and neck.

"Ysolde is provided with protective lotions and given a strict regime in order to prevent further burn.. such as?" And here she looked pointedly at Ysolde who took the cue. "Wear a hat and cover up," she mumbled but loud enough to be audible.

On Mon, Aug 6, 2018 at 7:34 PM Lindsay <alexeden1971@...> wrote:
Ishkana immediately backtracked. "Of course, mam," she answered the journeywoman, and came into the cubicle. She smiled slightly at the young woman. "Hello, I'm Ishkana. Please, let me help you." She looked briefly but enquiringly at Journeywoman Maithera. "May I ask the patient's history, mam?"

On 6 August 2018 at 19:17, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
"You've been told before about being more careful Ysolde, you can't keep letting yourself get burned like this!"

The voice of the Healer coming through the curtains was exasperated, as though they had given this particular lecture many, many times before.

"If you're not going to use the ointments we make for you, we'll end up stopping making them altogether, or give them to someone else."

The voice that followed was morose and feeling more than a little sorry for itself.

"I know. I just.. I was looking for raw gems near the Lake. I didn't realise I had been out so long."

"That's all well and good, but now I've got to sign you off outdoor lessons for at least a sevenday so this burn can heal. You don't want to  be making an enemy of Candidatemaster Nayari, she's stern enough without you being in her bad books as well."

A loud sigh followed, chased after by a pained yelp. 

"No, don't try and do it on your own." Maithera stuck her head out of the curtains and spotted a passing Apprentice. "Ishkana!" the Journeywoman smiled at her, beckoning her in. "Ysolde here could use a hand, she's sustained some very nasty sunburn on existing scars, would you be so kind to come and help? She needs a hand putting this ointment on."

And inside the cubicle, sat on the bed with a vest on to preserve her modesty, was a very sulky looking Ysolde, bottom lip thrust out as she awkwardly tried to remain comfortable. 

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

Nutmeg
 

"Faranth knows, to be honest, I rarely do," Cremsden admitted with an apologetic shrug. "They hang around with Bitey, they show up for meals, they're usually around at bed-time because they've decided our bed is more comfortable than sleeping outside -- beyond that I haven't a clue what they get up to."

"Hmm," she said thoughtfully. This might be a bit trickier than she thought. "If you've checked around the lake, could they have gone looking for food elsewhere?" Food, sun and more food was usually the system of priorities in any flit's brain. But where would a flightless flit go? How could he go? Silently she pushed the request to Bobbin and Cairn that they took to the air, and in turn, Bobbin gave the same instructions to Aaru. The gold jumped from Tyne's shoulder where she had settled and Cairn could be seen in the air too, the bronze and gold making wide, looping circuits.

OoC: Perhaps a fleeting glimpse of one of Bitey's flits to give them a direction?

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Re: The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had. (Tyne/R'zzon)

Nutmeg
 

"No, not at the Hold, but she was close." Too close. Horribly close. It felt like she was telling a sordid secret. "She had no reason to be there, none! But I wanted Fort - it was mine! But... but if I'd let them give it to Jenis...." Her words trailed away. It was obvious what she was trying to say. If she hadn't thought she could rule the world, that she was good enough to transform Fort into a beacon and had acquiesced to Ista wanting Jenis there... then maybe, maybe, none of this would have happened at all. And there might still be two gold dragons in the world that weren't.


On Sun, Aug 19, 2018 at 12:46 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
R'zzon frowned. That didn't sound right, but he couldn't quite put a finger on it. "So there were two golds at the Healer Hall?" he asked.  "Why would anyone want two golds close to rising there?"

On Mon, Aug 13, 2018 at 6:04 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
He still didn't understand. Not that she blamed him. Even in her current state, there was a bit of her that calmly understood that the skewed logic only made sense to her. But there was still something she needed to say.

"But she did know.... it was Jenis," she hissed in alarm. Somewhere, she realised that this was one of the first times she had voiced this aloud. "She was the gold that Ista wanted to take Fort. But she was so young..." So very young and sweet, with her whole life ahead of her. Tyne didn't even know if she was still alive. "So we decided that I would do it instead."

On Sun, Jul 29, 2018 at 4:36 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
"All that was planned was that Myrandith was going to take back Fort.  So what if it would have been under Arolosian control?  Fort leadership certainly wasn't doing it any good."  He almost sounded bitter about that.  "No, what you did, what you wanted to do, had nothing to do with Myrandith's," he tried not to choke on the next words. Talking about dragons going *between* was not something any rider liked to talk about. "Myrandith's death.  It was circumstance, pure and simple.  How were you to know that another gold would be close by? Another gold who didn't know about an upcoming Flight."

He didn't say that this wasn't the first goldflight to end in tragedy like this.  Sometimes they could be saved, but golds were too strong willed; interrupted flights often ended in tragedy.

"We can't," he was going to say 'go back and change the past' but that wasn't something he wanted to even begin to get into, "you can't keep on blaming yourself."  There was nothing else he could say to make this better. Because, it would never be better.

On Fri, Jul 6, 2018 at 4:39 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
How did you put it into words? How did you explain that wrenching despair that even now, made every breath feel as though someone had embedded nails into her heart?

"Be-cause-it-was-all-planned...." She stammered through hitching breaths. Every syllable was heavy and pronounced and the fat tears continued streaking down her cheeks. Tyne had never told anyone what had been decided at the Conclave that now felt as though it had been over a million turns ago. She remembered Jenis. Remembered thinking that the child, and she had been just a child - was clearly a pawn.

"We-were-doing-it-to.... to...." Tyne didn't even want to say it, the words sticking in her throat like a thick lump of cold gravy. ".... To claim Fort once and for all." The words whooshed out of her like wine from a skewered bladder.

On Wed, Feb 7, 2018 at 12:14 AM Laurie Hicks Laurie.Lynne@... [ArolosWeyr] <ArolosWeyr@...> wrote:
 

"How could it be your fault?" R'zzon asked, still cradling her.  He was fuzzy on what had happened that day.  Myrandith had risen, and so had another gold.  The gold had belonged to .... and a bronze had been involved, too.

"From what I remember - and I wasn't there, and I only heard about it third hand, Myrandith rose, and then another gold who wasn't supposed to be there rose also.  I think.  I'm not sure how that happened, because it had been planned so you could be Weyrwoman of Fort.  But Myrandith was not at fault.  You were not at fault." He didn't want to sound trite, but these things happened.  He'd even seen them happen with over-territorial greens.

"So tell me - why would you think it's your fault?"

On Wed, Jan 24, 2018 at 11:09 AM, Nutmeg nutmeg.witch@... [ArolosWeyr] <ArolosWeyr@...> wrote:
 

His arms felt so good, so safe and warm. It had been such a long time since such normal comforts had been within her world and that fact almost made her want to cry again. Almost. But not quite. Closing her eyes she took a deep breath, grounding herself in the way that one of the Mindhealers at High Reaches had been teaching her. Okay. She was back. In the now. What he said surprised her though into realisation. He was absolutely right. And it had never occurred to her before today. "I never thought about it like that, I thought so much of it was because... of what Myrandith was." A gold. A mother. And a huge loss to all of Pern. Far less of a crime than bravely dying in the tumultuous throes of Fall.

"I thought they blamed me, that they thought it was my fault for losing her." She didn't know where the words came from, but even as she said it she was starting to break down again, the tears starting to roll thickly down her cheeks once more and she covered her face with her hands. "I thought.... I thought..." she stammered, trying to get the words out. ".... I was scared they thought I deserved it....." The words rushed out, as though they had been buried within the most infected of abscess and now that the putrid core had been lanced, the foul muck inside could finally start to be cleaned out.

On Tue, Jan 23, 2018 at 1:28 AM, Laurie Hicks Laurie.Lynne@... [ArolosWeyr] <ArolosWeyr@...> wrote:
 

"It's not something you should have to endure alone," R'zzon said fiercely, holding her tighter.  "No one understands the pain you go through every day.  Riders are afraid of you because they don't want to be like you.  But," he stroked her hair, "we should be helping you.  Because we're the only ones who could understand what it could be like."  He hated bringing up such a sore subject, but he, too, had to say it.  "Don't ever be afraid to need me," he added, looking at Bobbin while he said it...

On Sat, Jan 20, 2018 at 8:14 AM, Nutmeg nutmeg.witch@... [ArolosWeyr] <ArolosWeyr@...> wrote:
 

It was oddly comforting to see him look at least a little awkward. Had he been entirely complacent about the matter, it would have felt.... wrong. Smudging the tears from her face, she gave a couple of wet sniffs. It was strangely reassuring to be enveloped in strong warmth.. It was a sensation she hadn't felt in quite some time and she was loathe to lose it any time soon. It was different to the comfort that Idri gave her, that was laced with the same feelings she had had whenever her mother had soothed her. 

The storm inside was quieting and calm was reasserting itself. Bobbin knew, so did Cairn and they loosed their hold on her. It was Bobbin who issued the command for the others to leave, puffing herself up and whistling with authority that could only ever come from a gold. One by one, the others began to leave, however, several still lingered, curious about the strange compelling that had brought them here and they lurked in the rafters, watching the group below them..

"Bobbin always knows," Tyne said, fondly rubbing the gold's head. Crooning gently, Bobbin pressed herself into Tyne's fingers. "I'm sorry she woke you, she would only have done that if we couldn't find Idri." She felt guilty and it showed through the need to explain, to justify. That and the worried expression on her face.. She was so transparent now, every feeling displayed as easily as the biggest writing on a page. " Thank Panagath for me, he must be squished up out there. I don't think we have decent sized ledges on this side of the Weyr. I'm sorry I worried you both. It's... not something you should have had to see..." There, she'd said it. But she felt as though she had needed to.

On Sat, Jan 13, 2018 at 1:42 AM, Laurie Hicks Laurie.Lynne@... [ArolosWeyr] <ArolosWeyr@yahoogroups..com> wrote:
 

R'zzon reddened a little himself.  He had witnessed something private; something that he knew she wasn't ready for him to see yet.  If ever.  No one wanted to be seen as that vulnerable to just anyone.  At the same time, he had also seen something wonderful.  The firelizards.  So many of them.  Trying to take the place of her queen.  He didn't know anything like that was possible, but he didn't know anyone who could speak to or compell firelizards, either.

"Panagath's outside," he answered first, then realized what she was really asking..  "Bobbin.  Bobbin came and woke me up.  She told us you needed us, so we came."  He squeezed her lightly in a hug.  "Pan wanted to help, too," he added..  "So he stayed outside in case you needed him."

On Thu, Jan 11, 2018 at 7:22 PM, Nutmeg nutmeg.witch@... [ArolosWeyr] <ArolosWeyr@...> wrote:
 

It took a minute, several in fact before she spoke again. Her eyes were red rimmed and her cheeks streaked heavily with tears. Snuffling for a minute, she brushed at her cheeks with the heels of her hands, looking in that moment incredibly small and fragile. Buoyed by the sea of colour that filled her mind, she drifted back towards the proverbial light of normality. Obviously picking up on the calm, the firelizards surrounding them began to quiet although many of them kept up a strange, thrumming tune. There was an eerie stillness to the room now and even the wind seemed to have died down. Bobbin and Cairn unravelled themselves from her arms and scuttled to nestle themselves in her furs. They obviously no longer felt the need to retain physical contact but it was obvious they weren't going to go far any time soon.

"I'm here," she said finally, looking up at R'zzon. As the cloud of panic began to lift, it was being quickly replaced by the fog of shame and it showed on her face as she hastily looked away. He had witnessed something very private, something that a large part of her hoped that only Idri would ever be the one to bear witness to and she felt guilty that he had had to see that part of her, that part which had probably instilled a fear deep inside him.. "How did you get here?" Clearly she didn't know, or perhaps remember Bobbin's rescue mission.

On Mon, Jan 8, 2018 at 1:45 AM, Laurie Hicks Laurie.Lynne@... [ArolosWeyr] <ArolosWeyr@...> wrote:
 

The first couple of firelizards which broke *between* and landed in the rafters startled R'zzon, but he kept holding and rocking Tyne.  She wasn't struggling, or taking any action to get away from him, so he assumed that holding her was helping.  And then the firelizards started coming.  

After the first seven or eight, he stopped counting, instead staring around him at the glowing eyes fixed on Tyne.

[[Pan?]]

{{She talks to the little cousins.  All of them.}}  To his credit, Panagath also sounded somewhat amazed.  {{And they help to fill her empty.}}

R'zzon nodded, and stroked Tyne's hair.  Stroking hair was supposed to be calming, and she seemed calmer, though whether that was because of his ministrations or the symphony of firelizards he didn't know.  

"Tyne, are you there?" he said softly, not even caring if he could be heard over the firelizard lullaby in the background.

On Sat, Jan 6, 2018 at 11:27 AM, Nutmeg nutmeg.witch@gmail..com [ArolosWeyr] <ArolosWeyr@...> wrote:
 

How long had it been now? More than months. Already it was creeping into turns but the pain, oh shells that pain. On nights like tonight it felt as raw as it did the very first moment Myrandith vanished into that icy darkness. Somewhere in the chaos, the solemn thought reminded her that this was her life now.. Gone was the golden age. This... was it. Wrapped in R'zzon's arms, the warmth, the familiar scent, the strength, all of it began to permeate into the madness like shining tendrils of light cutting through the dark and leaving illuminating trails as they went. They were something to cling to and cling she did, clutching at his shirt and holding on for grim death. Ironically, though even though she would never know it, were Myrandith still there, R'zzon's thoughts were absolutely right. She wouldn't have spared him the time of day, refusing to become the thing that she had so scorned her half-brother for. But for never knowing that, things would inherently... be better.. 

So, what mattered in the broken bubble was that he *was* there, a proverbial rock in her stormy sea. An anchor.

His words were starting to creep through, skittering around the edges of sorrow. Bobbin. Cairn. Beyond the space that was still in the shape of her lost gold, Tyne remembered that there were other spaces, filled with other personalities. It was apparent when she reached out for them as Bobbin and Cairn's mournful arias suddenly ceased and they quickly scampered to her, pushing their heads against her arms with warbles that seemed to say "we're here too, we're here".

But theirs weren't the only voices that started to chime in. Icy blasts of air could be felt  spiking through the air and pairs of glowing eyes could be seen in the darkness of the rafters. Others were answering the call, the longing that radiated from Tyne and called even when she didn't realise she was calling. They didn't understand why they were drawn to it, they didn't understand how a human could speak to them like that. But, they answered.

The chorus of voices began as a low, humming of sound that made the air vibrate and thrummed with a growing crescendo as more came, their numbers swelling into dozens, if not more as they filled the rafters.. They were there. She had called. They had answered. Their song grew, smothering the despairing wail of the wind into a glorious aria of sound that was sure to make most Harpers beam with pride. And, perhaps most importantly, their voices continued to fill Tyne's blackness, tiny patches of colour and emotion that spread through Myrandith's shade and the heaving sobs calmed into a snuffling whimper and then, gradually, shuddering breaths, the kind that came out of sheer, cried out exhaustion.

"Thank you for coming," she whispered finally, but it wasn't clear whether she was talking to R'zzon, Panagath, the firelizards that filled the rafters... or all of them at the same time.



On 5 Jan 2018 1:39 pm, "Laurie Hicks Laurie.Lynne@... [ArolosWeyr]" <ArolosWeyr@...> wrote:
 

How did you tell someone that their dragon was gone?  Someone who'd been without their dragon for more than a Turn?  He didn't want to tell her; he didn't want to be the cause of more fracture.........

But she had to be told.  She knew; she had just momentarily forgotten.  "She's gone," R'zzon said sadly, his voice cracking with emotion.  Just because it wasn't Panagath didn't mean he couldn't care about it.  "Remember?  She's been gone for," he didn't know exactly how long it was though, "...she's been gone for months now.  I wish she wasn't.  I wish I could help you find her.  I want her back almost as much as you do.."  Even though, if Myrandith was here, Tyne would never spare a second glance in his direction.  But to lose a part of yourself - he couldn't not wish her whole.

Briefly he thought about asking Panagath to talk to her, but even at the almost imperceptible thought, Pan caught on and rejected it outright..  {{Wrong,}} he said forcefully.  {{It would be wrong..}}

"Bobbin and Cairn are here," he said softly..  "Bobbin's worried.  You don't want Bobbin to be worried, do you?"

On Thu, Jan 4, 2018 at 5:50 PM, Nutmeg nutmeg..witch@... [ArolosWeyr] <ArolosWeyr@...> wrote:
 

Locked in a miasma between sleeping and waking, Tyne couldn't discern enough between either state to clarify just what was happening. She was overwhelmed by the chaotic pit of loss that gnawed inside of her. A sliver of her tried to bring it back together but the faint voice of reason was drowned out by the desperate reaching that was beyond her control. She didn't hear R'zzon come in. She didn't see him burst into her sleeping quarters. She didn't feel him kneel on the furs beside her. At first, she didn't comprehend the warmth that suddenly wrapped around her, the strong and reassuring pressure, Ironically, it was the smell that hit her first. Soapy, clean but tainted with oil and dragon hide. Between the juddering sobs that wracked her as viciously as though the very breaths were being sucked out of her, she inhaled deeply, and then again. Her eyes flying open, there was a wild desperation to them as Tyne clutched at her chest. Her heart felt like it would burst with aching.

"I.... can't.... find... her......" she managed to gasp between gulping sobs. "It's...empty....... nothing... I can't.... stop..... reaching...." Her head felt as though it was spinning round and round in dizzying circles. If she were to draw it, she would draw many hands, all of them clutching at everything and nothing all at once. It was how she felt, like she were constantly reaching out for something and finding.... nothing. 

On Thu, Jan 4, 2018 at 1:37 AM, Laurie Hicks Laurie.Lynne@... [ArolosWeyr] <ArolosWeyr@...> wrote:
 

Panagath landed as close to Tyne's weyr as he possibly could, and R'zzon wasted no time sliding off of him.

{{Want me to stay here?}} the blue asked.

[[Yes. I'll let you know when you can go.]]  R'zzon wasn't sure what, exactly, to expect, but he figured it would be bad.  He'd noticed that Tyne's mind was sort of fractured, which was understandable as she was dragonless..  How he could help, he didn't know, but he was going to try.

Weyr doors weren't made to keep people out, and Tyne's was no exception.  He was easily able to enter, and winced at the despairing wails.  And being a man, he did the only thing he knew how to do - he went over to her, wrapping his arms around her and held her - for as long as he could.

"Shhhhh," he said softly.  Then, "Shhhh," again, as he had no clue what else to say.

On Tue, Jan 2, 2018 at 10:02 PM, Nutmeg nutmeg.witch@... [ArolosWeyr] <ArolosWeyr@...> wrote:
 

Chittering anxiously, her eyes whirling pools of yellow, tinged with flecks of white, Bobbin fidgeted on the chair as she watched R'zzon. No sooner as he was starting to mount his blue, she was ready to go again. Flaring her wings, every muscle quivering with anticipation, she relayed to Panagath that she would meet them there. And like that, she was gone.

Errupting back into Tyne's room in a blast of between, things had gone from bad to worse. Somewhere along the way, Tyne's consciousness had forced her out of her dreams and dragged her mercilessly back into the land of the waking. The wind still howled it's melancholy wail all around them but the guttural howl rolling from Tyne's heaving chest dwarfed it. Sitting up in her bed, legs pulled up in front of her and her arms wrapped around her head, it looked like she were trying to shield herself from something, anything. In a macabre way, that was exactly what she was doing. Disorientated from sleep and terrified by her dreams, coming back into the "real world" to the wailing wind that her confused mind, in that moment, told her was the despairing howl of mourning dragons. And as the wind refused to relent, she was trapped in a circling delusion that today was.. that day. Her heart felt like it would burst with it's sorrow and she felt her mind clawing frantically into the void-like abyss that was still filled with the shade of Myrandith. Howling like a gravely wounded animal, Bobbin was nervous, scampering to the rafters where Cairn came to join her, huddling close as both flits warbled in terrified refrain.

OoC: Maybe have Panagath land on a neighbouring wallow or something? Tyne wouldn't have a weyr ledge of her own any more. Feel free to have R'zzon come kick the door down xD


On Wed, Jan 3, 2018 at 12:11 AM, Laurie Hicks Laurie.Lynne@... [ArolosWeyr] <ArolosWeyr@...> wrote:
 

​If Bobbin had been a gold *dragon* instead of a gold *firelizard*, Panagath may have been scared enough to be forced *between* from the images Bobbin sent him.  Luckily, he was able to lean on R'zzon to filter the images, and let R'zzon take the brunt of the aching loss.

"Oh, oh.  I see," R'zzon said soberly to Bobbin.  "I will do my best to help her.  Panagath, how are you doing?"

{{The little cousin's images are frightful,}} Panagath said, sounding almost scared.  {{You need to help the sad one.}}

"I plan to.  Are you ready to go?"  He looked over at Bobbin.  "Are we meeting you there, or do you want a ride?" he asked as he mounted.

On Tue, Jan 2, 2018 at 6:07 AM, Nutmeg nutmeg.witch@... [ArolosWeyr] <ArolosWeyr@...> wrote:
 

But Bobbin didn't stop and her whistles only rose in their urgency. There was an anger there that could only be interpreted as 'you have to do this, or else'. It was only at Panagath's urging as R'zzon fell out of bed and tried to dress that a sliver of sense settled over the gold and she stopped berating him, settling on the back of a nearby chair. She thrummed with urgency, her whole form vibrating as though she were a mere breath away from vanishing again, which in reality, she was. The blue's urgings gave her something to focus on and all she could do was project a sliver of the momentous, aching loss that was resonating inside of her mistress who was still trapped inside of her own dreams, plunging through the frigid air surrounded by the sound of mourning dragons.

Luckily, as a gold, and smarter than many of her peers, there was something else Bobbin could share and that was flashes of the dream that had spiralled through Tyne's mind. She gave these to Panagath, sharing with the blue Tyne's sensation of flying, the sensation of knowing that Myrandith was there again. Bobbin remembered the other gold through Tyne and even the small cousin had felt the loss keenly, having been driven into the wilds by the schism it had caused in Tyne.

So she shared this with Panagath, interspersed with her own fleeting images of Tyne asleep in her bed. Tangled up in all of this was the pressing need that someone, anyone, needed to come and help.

On Tue, Jan 2, 2018 at 12:19 AM, Laurie Hicks Laurie.Lynne@... [ArolosWeyr] <ArolosWeyr@...> wrote:
 

"What...who...stop it,"  R'zzon pulled his covers over his head, only to have them snatched away again.  A wayward claw accidentally scratched his cheek, bringing him awake.

"What's going on here?" he asked again, only hearing the whistles and not knowing what they were.

{{It's the sad-one's golden little,}} said Panagath, his voice going from sleepy to awake within seconds.  {{The sad-one is...in distress?}}  He turned his attention to Bobbin as R'zzon flipped open his glow basket.

"Tyne?  What's wrong with Tyne?" he asked Bobbin while dressing.  "Pan, try making some sense out of this," he asked, then turned to Bobbin when he couldn't get his shirt on.  "You're not making this any easier."

{{I'm trying, I'm trying,}} the blue said, attempting to quiet the firelizard down.  {{Golds are always so difficult!}}

On Sat, Dec 30, 2017 at 2:22 PM, Nutmeg nutmeg.witch@... [ArolosWeyr] <ArolosWeyr@...> wrote:
 

OoC: Set in current measles outbreak and the night before the windy threadfall.

IC: In later days to come, she would regret telling Idri that it was okay to offer her help down in the Infirmary. But at the time, everything had seemed just fine. Normal even. When rationality came back to the forefront she would remember that normal didn't exist any more. 

It had started with the dreams. The familiar dreams that made her heart ache and cry out in desperation for that missing piece of her that was now forever just out of reach. She dreamt she was flying with... no... not with, *as* Myrandith. She could see the familiar turrets of the mountains surrounding High Reaches, below her, their peaks capped with snow. She felt the familiar muscles pull and stretch and could hear the mighty beating of wings and the rush of wind around her.

Outside of Tyne's sleeping mind, as she began to writhe and flex in her furs, the wind was already picking up. Unattended baskets crashed over and as the gale picked up, it began a mournful dirge through the tunnels, whistling and wailing in a depressing crescendo.

Through the cold air she continued to fly, feeling the exhilaration building in her veins. But something was wrong. Something wasn't right. The air felt.... different. Furiously she tried to fly faster but suddenly it felt as though she were swimming through treacle. And all around her, she could hear the dragons begin to keen.

Someone had died.

No,

Not someone.

Her.

And just like that, the wings vanished and the air rushed past as she began to fall. And somewhere in the depths of her dream she realised that she was the one screaming.

*

Bobbin had bristled uncomfortably the moment she felt Tyne's sleeping mind take that familiar dark twist. Aaru had been awake the moment she felt Bobbin stir and Cairn instinctively wrapped himself tighter around Tyne's arm, clinging on desperately. The gold was awake and alert in seconds. Smart as she was, someone had to make a decision. Cairn was instructed to remain. Aaaru to find Drummer and, if possible, Idri and she, she was going to find help. Quick as a flash the firelizard had vanished into Between and materialised seconds later over the head of a sleeping Rider and began beating at them with her wings, accompanied with loud whistles that were permeated with urgency. 

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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!


Re: Queuing for Breakfast - Second Day of the #medhunt (ATTN: Anybody!) #medhunt

Jenna Cunningham
 

Asheran's eyebrows went up in the universal "tell me more" signal at the mention of an "interesting clutch." His first impulse was to conjure up images of two-headed hatchlings... but that hit too close to his earlier nightmare, and made the klah sit heavy in his stomach, so he pushed the thought aside. 
 
"It helps," he said truthfully enough. "It's... not helpful, exactly, but it helps."
 
Then, because he wanted to hear more about the clutch, but didn't want to hold the bronze rider up from any important business, he added: "Are you on transport duty, or do you wanna partner up for the plant stuff?"