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Re: Hatching - First Queenly Feeding ((Attn: Calyse, Kashara, Any))

Jenna Cunningham
 

((Neither of you will starve as long as I am here.)) Cheironth interjected, snapping another piece of meat up as A'shran offered it, and watched the pair with whirling eyes. Only when that bit of meat had been thoroughly chewed and swallowed did something seem to occur to the baby bronze. ((Only... are you starving now? I will protect you from that.)) The next bit of meat, taken directly from A'shran's hands, was gnawed only a little, and then haphazardly flung toward the other pair, smacking wetly into the ground. It made a very satisfying sound, but it also reminded Cheironth how hungry he still was, and he turned back to his lifemate for more, too noble to beg.

A'shran smiled and held out another small bit of meat and then - uh oh, the Weyrlingmaster was definitely looking at him, and while he had expected that he'd be found out eventually, he'd also thought it may have been one of the AWLMs, or... Actually, honestly, he hadn't expected anything past the point of Impression. He was flying by the seat of his pants now. His smile fell away.

"It's bronzeling A'shran, sir. I've impressed Cheironth." He lifted his chin, cleared his throat, and then added somewhat more humbly: "I was banned, Weyrlingmaster. I guess you probably want to talk to me later about that, but could I keep feeding him first?"


Re: Camping Trip Greenflight!!: Into the Unknown ((Attn: Kinara/Arendelth, any chasers))

Kouga
 

..[snip]..
When Get'ew spoke and drew her attention, Kinara/Arendelth left where
she was standing by Lor'ci and drifted over toward the taller man,
tilting her head to the side curiously at his words. She gave a
pleased sound at his words before saying, sounding far away, "Well
said, brown...Mine Needed, I Flew to Provide."

Pengith, with his wise response to her query, drew Arendelth's
attention and her admiration at his gracious answer. The brown had
even said he *needed* her, needed her speed and her agility.
Arendelth, quite pleased with his saying outright that he needed her,
tilted her wings toward him so that she could better admire him.

Kinara/Arendelth's eyes glanced over Rena, teasingly walking over
toward the other woman but continued to stay just out of reach with
her movements that were slowly looking more and more fluid and less
stilted. Her hands even drifted up once or twice to the buttons of her
shirt as if tempted to undo a few of them, but then stopped just
before her fingers could.

And then her other wingmate drew her attention with his flowing words,
his promise to defend her. And to let him command her. But *she*
didn't really want to lead...she wanted someone strong to lean on, to
be her support...to be her friend, but she didn't want to lead them.
She was only a green, after all. But, his other words had painted a
beautiful picture to the green and so she showed her appreciation with
a rumble of pleasure.

Arendelth was...getting tired. Flitting back and forth in the air,
darting forward after letting one get close enough to think he stood a
chance, then shooting to the side in a neat twist of her wings before
diving with a small barrel roll only to spent time climbing up high
again even though she sought out every warm thermal she could to boost
her up higher. But even using every trick she knew, she could feel the
weariness in her muscles beginning to tremble and she knew she'd have
to pick soon from one of her suitors, those who hadn't been left
behind that is.

She was gravitating toward 3 specific blue dragons the most, her
clutch brother or either of her wingmates as she was the most familiar
with them. Arendelth flitted between them, studying their movements,
their flying, seeing if any of them were abnormally tired. Trying to
choose the *best* option for her and her lifemate, for what they
needed tonight. Trying to outlast the burn in her muscles, she'd *just
about* made her choice and banked her wings to head toward large and
steady blue Trometh, when out of the corner of her eye she saw a
*different* suitor, one the color of trees able to withstand
windstorms and monsoons. Turning to look at brown Pengith, his
impressive words fresh in her head, and suddenly in an agile twist of
her wings that was...actually a bit painful as Arendelth jerked
herself around, the glowing green headed straight toward Pengith with
a simple {{You need me? And I accept you. Fly with me Pengith...be our
steady shoulder, our rock...our tree in a storm.}} And the green
embraced with the brown, tail twining with his.

Kinara/Arendelth, who'd been heading for D'vik at the same time her
green had seemed to have made up her mind, reaching out a hand to her
clutch-sibling...her weyrlinghood classmate. But, when Arendelth
suddenly did that painful twist in the air a hiss of pain escaped
Kinara's lips as she flinched back...and then she froze as Arendelth
twined her tail...not with Trometh but with...with a brown dragon
instead. Turning, movements a bit more hesitant now than they had been
before even though Arendelth had made her choice, Kinara/Arendelth
turned her hazel gaze upon Get'ew. Without speaking she took the
couple steps toward this unknown brownrider to put herself just within
reach of him being able to embrace her slightly trembling small frame.
Then, in a flash of Kinara breaking through so very briefly she pulled
in a sudden breath and shot D'vik a glance over her shoulder as she
nearly whispered the plea to her former classmate of "Please..stay
too?"

High above, Trometh rumbled as he was not chosen. But he wasn't one to
be a sore loser. He turned instead in a long low glide, giving himself
plenty of time to cool off before landing, he chose to land in the
surf, well away from the candidates.

On land, as the spell woven between D'vik and Trometh lessened, D'vik
heard the plaintive note in her voice, the note of remembered fear. He
could no more not respond to that than give up his dragon. He stepped
forward without a word and lightly touched her shoulder, showing that
even now, turns later that he would always be there when someone
needed him.<<

Pengith followed the sparkling green twisting his way though some of
the blues who got just a bit closer than he would like, but unlike
them and the green he had stamana. He could in the end out last them
even if that wasn't what he prefered, but it was his advantage in his
size and he knew it. Still when she move towards one of the blues he
nearly let himself fall back in defeat, but then she wasn't caught and
she was calling to him! He reached out to take her shoulders tails
twined together and offered a pleased rumble. {{I will always need you
glorious green.}} He promised once more {{My wings will carry you and
yours can defend me. I will always be here to keep you from any
storm.}} it was something easy to agree to, and even if she wasn't in
his wing, he meant it.

Get'ew followed Kinara as she moved though the males the tension
finally leaving as she at least seemed to relax. There was still
tension, but it was the proper kind of flight tension and that he
could put to the back of his mind as something to not be worried
about. He watched her move, the part of him still him not in the least
bit entised, but Pengith made her perfect when all he saw was her
green.

He found himself tempted to try and pull closer to her, past a couple
of the others once or twice, but resisted no it wasn't how things were
done even if some part of him was eager to have things to an end. She
needed space and wasn't any more happy with this than some of them
were.

When her green drifted towards one of the blues he found himself
following Kinara as she moved closer to the blue's rider and his
fingers itched to reach out and take. It wasn't their place, he never
had and he never would. But then he realized in the same breath that
Pengith did that there was suddenly a green in his wings. Kinara
wasn't as attached to him as Arendelth was to Pengith, but she was
there. It took another breath to realize that the blue had stayed,
that she had asked him to stay. He felt the part of him still flying
with Pengith want to growl at that, she had chosen, was he not good
enough? She had rejected this blue for him! The part of him that was
him though ... didn't mind. His mind registered enough to realize
D'vik really was a rather handsome thing and that? Well that didn't
bother him in the least he quickly decided as he embraced his green
offering a kiss and waiting to see what the little blue would get up
to.

*Kouga*

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Re: Hatching Feast, L'rin's Cya laters/ Any

Coni P
 

"It's close." Insaya suppressed the small giggle that would give away
that the tea blend being similar to the one they drank when they met
was by complete accident. She'd chosen this one because it would help
people calm down from the Hatching and sleep - which was exactly why
they'd had that tea before. "I added a bit of dried fruit."

"And he's your dragon, which means that he's perfect." Insaya gave a
small, belated wave, then bit her lip as a thought occurred to her.
"I'm sorry that I heard what he was saying though. I... If I could
*not* hear, I would."

On 07/09/2020, Amy Frazey <amyfrazey9@gmail.com> wrote:
"Big. I think... I think he will be. And his name is Prometh." Almira gave
L'rin a tired smile. "And I think he's very... angry at the world." She
trailed off as Insaya sat down across from them with her tray of tea and
cups. "L'rin is a good name change. Hi Insaya. Thanks. But I don't think
cute is really a good word for Prometh. He looks a little.... I love him,
but he looks a little lopsided. But maybe it was just the low light?"



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True friendship comes from the heart - not an electric squid to the face.
(Wander Over Yonder)


Re: Hatching Feast - Such As It Is atten: Rennitz, Yiyu, any #HatchingForeth2020

Amy Frazey
 

Gayatri gave the petite Yiyu an appreciative glance, admiring the firm strength behind her handshake. Turning back to Renn, she pulled something out of her pocket and held it out to her best friend. A pretty cream colored pearl,  not as large as the pink one her sister had sent her as an Impression gift,  but still a good size. "I brought you something to commemorate your Impression. It should make a good bracelet or necklace."


Re: #greenflight Unexpected Morning (atten: any) #greenflight

Steelsilver
 

((No one shall catch me!!)) Sigyth bellowed back, and with one powerful sweep of her wings was airborne, flapping vigorously. ((Come, fly with me- I am the maiden of the sky, and I will sweep away dark thoughts!!)) 


Re: Walking Whers (Diagir/Any)

Jessica Freise
 

"That one dragon," V'drare temporized, "could save a single life or many fighting Thread. There's no telling. But it does seem....horrendous and very unfare to the youngling who Impressed her."

On Sep 7, 2020, at 5:17 PM, Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:

"It must be hard for you riders especially," Diagir emphathized. "I don't know anything about dragons, only whers and canines. But I know that if a baby wher murdered a human, it would be put down. No dragon can have that happen, though."
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Are you afraid of the dark? Come play in the Shadow...


Re: Walking Whers (Diagir/Any)

Ren
 

"It must be hard for you riders especially," Diagir emphathized. "I don't know anything about dragons, only whers and canines. But I know that if a baby wher murdered a human, it would be put down. No dragon can have that happen, though."
--
Out of the fire comes new life. Telgar Rises!

Are you afraid of the dark? Come play in the Shadow...


Re: Walking Whers (Diagir/Any)

Jessica Freise
 

"No one can say," V'drare murmured. He shook his head, not unmoved by his words, not unaware that they might be very true.

"I suspect we'll have to wait and see."

Just then, a nose slipped into his hand. He scratched the wher without looking.

On Sep 7, 2020, at 5:03 PM, Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:

"I should say the Impressed. The dead have no more worries and are at peace. The injured will heal and move on. But the Impressed... dragons are not monsters, but some of those... are. That one who literally ate the boy, what will she be like when she grows? WIll she grow out of her vicious ways? Or will she grow into.... something terrible. Like a wher with no training."
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Out of the fire comes new life. Telgar Rises!

Are you afraid of the dark? Come play in the Shadow...


Re: Ever The Twane (ATTN: Trifali, Y'sir)

Jessica Freise
 

His words came to her in a sort of echoing silence. The world was trembling, fading in and out. The hand she extended abruptly had a bloody muzzle in it. She swallowed hard and managed a very subdued, "Trifali and green Dardueth"

{{ Did you see, Mine? Did you feel what I felt, taste what I tasted? It was wondrous! }}

"Be quiet," she whispered, and then again, softer, "be quiet."

On Sep 7, 2020, at 5:00 PM, sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:

As soon as it was safe, Y'sir made his way across the Caverns to Trifali's side. He stopped a safe distance back. "Hello, I'm AWLM Y'sir. I'd like to help you two. What are your names?"



Re: Walking Whers (Diagir/Any)

Ren
 

"I should say the Impressed. The dead have no more worries and are at peace. The injured will heal and move on. But the Impressed... dragons are not monsters, but some of those... are. That one who literally ate the boy, what will she be like when she grows? WIll she grow out of her vicious ways? Or will she grow into.... something terrible. Like a wher with no training."
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Out of the fire comes new life. Telgar Rises!

Are you afraid of the dark? Come play in the Shadow...


Re: Ever The Twane (ATTN: Trifali, Y'sir)

sailyn2
 

As soon as it was safe, Y'sir made his way across the Caverns to Trifali's side. He stopped a safe distance back. "Hello, I'm AWLM Y'sir. I'd like to help you two. What are your names?"


Re: Walking Whers (Diagir/Any)

Jessica Freise
 

"WHo do we pity?" V'drare inquired softly. "The dead, the injured, or the Impressed?"

On Sep 7, 2020, at 4:49 PM, Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:

"As well as anyone can be in these times, I suppose," Diagir replied. "I was at the Hatching and saw what happened... I don't even think I've seen a wher do that in all my Turns. Just... that poor child..."
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Out of the fire comes new life. Telgar Rises!

Are you afraid of the dark? Come play in the Shadow...


Re: Walking Whers (Diagir/Any)

Ren
 

"As well as anyone can be in these times, I suppose," Diagir replied. "I was at the Hatching and saw what happened... I don't even think I've seen a wher do that in all my Turns. Just... that poor child..."
--
Out of the fire comes new life. Telgar Rises!

Are you afraid of the dark? Come play in the Shadow...


Re: Walking Whers (Diagir/Any)

Jessica Freise
 

"Last I looked, yes."

There was no rancor in the answer, just a deep tiredness. He guided his wher towards the three dimly lit figures, a smile tugging at his lips in spite of all that had been happening as the green beside him warbled her own greeting.

"How are you, Diagir?"

On Sep 7, 2020, at 4:42 PM, Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:

Ziya smelled her first, knowing that scent. It was her daughter who had left them. She directed the trio towards the scent before letting out a low warble.

{'drarsk, Mama Ziya.}

Hearing her greeting, DIagir looked for the rider he knew would be accompanying her. "V'drare? Is that you, then?"

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Out of the fire comes new life. Telgar Rises!

Are you afraid of the dark? Come play in the Shadow...



Re: Walking Whers (Diagir/Any)

Ren
 

Ziya smelled her first, knowing that scent. It was her daughter who had left them. She directed the trio towards the scent before letting out a low warble.

{'drarsk, Mama Ziya.}

Hearing her greeting, DIagir looked for the rider he knew would be accompanying her. "V'drare? Is that you, then?"

--
Out of the fire comes new life. Telgar Rises!

Are you afraid of the dark? Come play in the Shadow...


Re: Walking Whers (Diagir/Any)

Jessica Freise
 

V'drare listened to the night from where Vaidrarsk had paused to sniff at the ground. Faranth knew the tiredness he felt wouldn't be alleviated by an evening walk, but perhaps some of the restlessness would. Gently tugging on the leash, he got his green wher underway.

On Sep 7, 2020, at 4:25 PM, Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:

Light evening settled on the chaotic Weyr and found Diagir out with his brown and gold whers. Ziya had her head high which usually signaled a run, but his math showed she was still far too early after Lustre's clutch. Perhaps she was just feeling particularly proud which would be acceptable given her color. Diagirsk, for his part, was walking with his head at medium height and his iron collar jingling on his neck. Ziya's own collar had been trimmed in brass to represent gold and fit quite nicely on her now that she was an adult.

The warm tropical night felt good to human and wher. Diagir himself was merely wearing a tanktop and shorts which showed off his myriad of scars from his Turns and Turns of wher training. Everyone was relaxed and calm, perfectly approachable by man or beast.
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Out of the fire comes new life. Telgar Rises!

Are you afraid of the dark? Come play in the Shadow...


Walking Whers (Diagir/Any)

Ren
 

Light evening settled on the chaotic Weyr and found Diagir out with his brown and gold whers. Ziya had her head high which usually signaled a run, but his math showed she was still far too early after Lustre's clutch. Perhaps she was just feeling particularly proud which would be acceptable given her color. Diagirsk, for his part, was walking with his head at medium height and his iron collar jingling on his neck. Ziya's own collar had been trimmed in brass to represent gold and fit quite nicely on her now that she was an adult.

The warm tropical night felt good to human and wher. Diagir himself was merely wearing a tanktop and shorts which showed off his myriad of scars from his Turns and Turns of wher training. Everyone was relaxed and calm, perfectly approachable by man or beast.
--
Out of the fire comes new life. Telgar Rises!

Are you afraid of the dark? Come play in the Shadow...


Baby Cuddles Needed (JP Cremsden/Margana)

Laurie
 

It had been a lot of blood. Not the most blood Cremsden had ever been covered in; working through Falls virtually guaranteed you ended up soaked in it some days, but...enough that he didn’t particularly want to traumatise anyone by wandering around. Once patients were handed over and debriefing was done there was still time needed for a wash and change. Not into particularly Hatching Feast fancy clothing; he didn’t feel particularly like being dressed up to celebrate right now. Just a clean comfortable shirt and trousers that didn’t have any suspicious stains on.


Shells, and it was only about time for breakfast. Still plenty of work to do today, but seeing a Candidate get disembowelled in front of you while still alive at least excused him for an hour or so’s break to go grab food and see his family. And right now, even if he wasn’t particularly in a feasting mood, he very much wanted to see his family.


And his family very much wanted to see him. Margana had been late to the Hatching, mainly because she had no clue where Arden was. Another good case for keeping him in the creche--a baby in the creche was a baby you could find. 


Of course, that was the last place she looked, because he was so dead-set against the creche. So she missed the first two Impressions, but was there in time to see Xinspeth Impress Zosime. That was nice. She settled back to watch the rest while Zloreth gave her a running commentary of what the babies were saying while wandering the Hatching Grounds.


The moment Dardueth Hatched she had a bad feeling. Any dragon coming out of its egg calling for blood--or at least, food--was trouble. And as events unfolded, she hated she was proven right. But not because of the dragon. Baby dragons didn’t know any better. She remembered when Zlorenth came running at her, bowling over the jerk Candidate who had been standing next to her. As she recalled, he’d been injured also, then banned from the Weyr. Weren’t these Candidates taught to stay out of the way of baby dragons?


She wasn’t actually horrified to see Sorho disembowelled, or Ysolde hurt. She was horrified to see her Weyrmate attempt to saunter over and help the boy while he was being mauled


“Cremsden, no!” she yelled, causing Arden to jump and start crying. Any other time and people would have been muttering about the crying baby. But his wailing was lost in the shrieks of the crowd. 


There was no way Cuylar would have heard her shouts. But he was quick-witted enough to grab Cremsden and physically hold him back. It helped that he was bigger, and since he had his own dragon, had the strength of a dragonrider. 


{{You need to do something nice for that boy,}} Zlorenth said.


[[Next time Elphith rises, you may chase. And Cremsden can stand-in for me. Cuylar should probably like that.]]


{{Deal.}} Zlorenth shouldn’t have sounded that happy, but Margana didn’t care.


At least the rest of the Hatching went well. And after the Hatching, there was a Hatching Breakfast rather than a full-on Feast. That was fine. She wasn’t hungry anyway. But, by the food would be where she would find her weyrmate.


He came walking in, looking like he’d been through a full Fall. Any other day she would have felt sorry for him. Today, she merely greeted him with, “What were you thinking out there?”


Cremsden stretched out his arms to Arden before hearing the question. Right now what he wanted was to hold his beautiful, wriggly alive son and forget what dead Candidate smelled like. It took a moment for him to process the words. “..What?”


Margana’s arms were getting tired so she allowed Cremsden to take Arden. Allowed. While that didn’t sound very nice, she was still upset about Darduath. 


“Down on the Sands. When Darduath accidentally killed that boy. Does no one teach Candidates--or Healers--to stay out of the way of a newborn dragon? You could have been mauled if it weren’t for Cuylar.” Tears filled her eyes. “I know you wanted to help that boy, but he was dead the minute Darduath’s claws ripped his front open. And if you’d gotten in front of her, you would have been next.


“I should know. Zlorenth injured someone before Impressing me. Not mortally, but I used to see it a lot at Fort. A lot.”


“That wasn’t fe-- sha--” Cremsden swallowed the curses that wanted to escape, and lowered his voice to a hiss so as not to scare the baby. “I saw that, it wasn’t an accident!” Because right now, right now still what he wasn’t thinking about what could have been him but a young man -- far far too young -- who had died in horrible pain. 


But he hadn’t meant to make Margana cry and that choked off the anger that wanted to escape. “Don’t-- ah shards. I’m sorry.” At some point he was going to get used to not swearing in front of Arden. But not today. 


“Did she go right up to Sorho and claw him?” Margana asked. “I get that it looked deliberate, but if he hadn’t been in her way it may not have happened. I heard Shalia’s arm got broken by one of the golds upstairs. I don’t think that was intentional either. Until they have the guidance of a lifemate, dragonets don’t know what they’re doing.” Though to be fair, to someone not a rider it had looked deliberate. 


“If it had been totally intentional she would have begun eating him.” The horrors that would have brought were not to be thought about. “But she Impressed soon after. She won’t do that again.” And if she did, that would be for the Weyrleaders to fix.


Moving closer, she lay her head on his shoulder in a half hug. Arms full of Arden made it hard to have full hugs any longer.


There was an image Cremsden didn’t need. He swallowed to rid himself of the acid that burned at the back of his throat at the image, looking slightly sick. “I don’t-- I’d rather not try hard enough to remember to work it out to be honest,” he admitted. He turned his face to offer her head an apologetic kiss. “I am sorry. Cuylar already told me I was daft.”


“Cuylar’s a smart kid. He also understands that a dragon will get what it wants.” If anyone would understand that, it would be the boy who was never a Candidate. “And I understand why you tried to get to Sorho. Everyone wanted to get to him to help him. Now, that girl. Ysolde. How’s she doing?”


Cremsden grimaced. “Ask me again in a day and I might have good news.” The first day or so after an injury like that were always going to be a matter of hoping wildly that infection might be avoided. “I just-- he might have been already dead but.. I just wanted to stop it hurting.” All those Healer instincts which sometimes were incompatible with little things like not getting killed.


Margana nodded. She’d not been unaware of the time it took him to die, and her heart broke for him. He probably would have made a good dragonrider. If he and that girl hadn’t been distracted by arguing on the Sands.


“It all happened so fast. The Candidate Masters should have been watching for roughhousing though, because those two had been totally distracted with their own little feud or whatever was going on.” She sighed. 


“Nothing we can do now. I didn’t see anyone else needing major help. Which is good.”


“At least one other Candidate got clawed. He’ll live. Someone else took that one.” Cremsden turned his attention to Arden, burying his nose in the fine baby hair for a moment to inhale the boy’s smell. “And you, my lad, are going nowhere near anything like that.” Not something he’d usually speak out loud in front of his weyrmate, even if he thought it.


The day had been horrific for the healers, so Margana wasn’t going to quibble. “We could use another Healer in the house,” she said with a smile. Ultimately, it would be up to the boy. Or the dragons.








Re: #greenflight Unexpected Morning (atten: any) #greenflight

Ren
 

Seteieth heard the green rise and saw the blue chasing her. His interest was piued- this was a maiden mating flight of Sigyth, one of his class. He shouldn't chase her, but his instincts took over. D'cul saw the eyes of his dragon turn red and knew that he was rising. A quick tap into Seteieth's mind showed who it was and D"cul fought before deciding to go down to the flight rooms. Perhaps better he be there just in case. Seteieth took his rider down to the flight rooms before jumping up after Sigyth with a bellow of his own.

{{Fly straight, young Sigyth! I shall chase you until you tire out.}}
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Out of the fire comes new life. Telgar Rises!

Are you afraid of the dark? Come play in the Shadow...


We're Not in Denial (JP Kahsara/K'synn)

TrueTricia
 

Kashara smoothed down her dress as she stopped in front of the weyr door. The dress wasn’t Gather fancy, but she was definitely dressed up. Not that it took much compared to the Candidate uniform she had to wear most of the time.


Satisfied, she knocked on the door and waited for K’ssyn to answer the door. Inwardly she told herself there was nothing wrong with having dinner with the AWLM. They weren’t sneaking around, they were just friends. And the AWLM could talk to her about what it was like being a Weyrling. Sure. As if she’d never had the talk before.


Tiscarth poked his head through the divider between his wallow area and K’ssyn’s weyr.  <<You like her.>>  The brown watched as his rider fidgeted and traded out one tunic for another.  


>>She’s a nice girl.  What’s not to like?<< he said, but pointedly ignoring the inference the dragon had made.


<<You know better than to think I can’t tell.>>  There was a pause.  <<Be careful.>>


>>Since when have you been so interested?<< K’ssyn said, settling on one tunic that was nice, but not too nice, and cut just so to highlight his muscle tone rather than any flaws in his physique, and the gray color did well to tone down the red in his skin.  Blast this Arolos sun!


The knock at the door made him quickly throw the discarded tunic from earlier in a drawer, and he swept his hands through his hair one last time.  Tiscarth, for his part, said nothing, and withdrew into his wallow.


K’ssyn answered the door, and the sight of Kashara, in a dress, made him smile slightly despite himself.  Rowan would have teased him...


Kashara returned the smile. She did a half curtsey. “I’m ready for dinner, sir,” she teased. No, she wasn’t flirting, honest. She’d never flirt with an AWLM. Nope. Not that she’d ever been that good at flirting.


Her eyes wandered over him and couldn’t help notice the muscles that came from turns of dragon riding. The clothes he’d chosen did a good job of highlighting them. Not that she was staring at those. There was a lot of things she was not doing.


He gave a slight incline of his head at her curtsey.  “Well, Weyrwoman’s daughter Kashara,” he lost no time in responding to her teasing ‘sir’ comment, “please come inside.”  He held the door wide for her, while he took her all in.  He wasn’t the kind to stare, and his gaze was much more casual than that.  But it didn’t keep him from appreciating what he saw in her.


“You look lovely,” he said once the door was closed behind her.  


Kashara blushed and then mentally kicked herself. She wasn’t normally one to blush, but something in his comment got to her. She turned her face away as she stepped inside. Maybe he hadn’t had a chance to see the look on her face.


“How are you today?” she asked, reaching back to pet her braid nervously. At least she didn’t tug on it the way her mother did when she was really stressed or pissed.


“I enjoy my rest days.  Tiscarth and I spent some time out by the water, letting him relax.  We both enjoy teaching, but it’s good to have time to ourselves as well.  And you?” he asked as they moved into his weyr.  Here, it was easier to see that he’d grown up as a Caravanner.  The decor was certainly toned down compared to the wagons he’d grown up in, but the colors were bold and the items in it ranged from all over Pern.  It wasn’t cluttered, but it wasn’t sparse in its decor either.  


“Would you like some wine?” he asked.  “I have a few Northern varieties if you’d like…”


She nodded as she took in her surroundings. She’d never been in an AWLM’s weyr before. Of course, in the end AWLMs were just people, so really she’d never been in his weyr before. A couple of things on the shelves seemed interesting, but she turned back to him. “A red, if you have one. Otherwise, whatever you prefer.” 


K’ssyn nodded, motioning to a small table with two chairs, where plates were laid out and covered to keep their contents warm.  Wine glasses were already on the table as well, and while it wasn’t an intricate set up, it was obviously not thrown together hastily either.  He moved to hold out the chair for her while she sat, before going and getting a bottle of Benden red.  It wasn’t the nicest vintage ever, but it was also the best he had.  If not now, then when?


“The good thing about a trader family is that we always had a variety of wines and foods.  I grew up eating and drinking every variety of food from every little Northern hold.  I’m still not used to the Southern wines yet…” he said, as he poured her some of the red.


“Are you used to the South in general yet?” Kashara asked as she lifted her glass and took a sip. It was good. She took a longer sip then gestured at the display of food. “It all smells wonderful. Did you have to bribe the kitchen staff?”


“There are things in the South that make it worth getting used to,” he said, his eyes focused on her.  “But it takes time.  The heat and the sun are hard on a Northerner.”  He shifted his gaze to follow hers to the food.  “Titles have their privileges.  Apparently the kitchen staff here like AWLMs…”


“You telling me you didn’t charm anyone for any of this?” Kashara asked, gesturing to the plates and grinning. “If there turns out to be dessert here, then I won’t believe you got away with it without conning some blushing staffer.” She really hoped there was dessert there, whether he had to flirt his way for it or not.


K’synn raised an eyebrow.  “Perhaps not everything is from these kitchens,” he added enigmatically.  “Dragons can go anywhere after all…” There were so many wonderful little holds in the North that made amazing foods.  He’d had to go up earlier that day anyways in service of his Blood Debt.  It hadn’t been difficult to stop by and say hello to old friends, one of whom, practically like a nanna to half the cothold, to give him some of her little cakes.


“You’re a talented one, sir,” Kashara teased as she cut off a bite of food and lifted it delicately to her lips. She made a happy noise as she ate the piece. “I need more friends that spoil me like this. Being the Weyrwoman’s daughter doesn’t get me as much extra treatment as it used to.”


“How is that possible?” K’synn asked referring to her parentage, watching the pleasure of the food cross her face.  It pleased him that she was enjoying what he’d put together for her.  Because while he had gotten a few things from this kitchen, so aspects were from other places.  The trip north had been an opportunity to pick up a few things.  “Try this,” he said pointing to one of the dishes off to the side.


Kashara turned to take a bite of the dish. She made another happy noise and piled more of the dish onto her plate. “It’s wonderful. And, okay, I do get some extra treatment than others, but not as much as I used to. Mom wants me to try to stand on my own.”


“That one came from a little old woman who’s made the thing the same way ever since I can remember.  Refuses to change a thing about it, which is fine since it’s delicious,” he added.  He watched her, listening as she talked.  “What was it like growing up with a goldrider as a mother?”


“Well it’s very good,” Kashara said, taking another bite. She was silent a moment after swallowing then said, “I don’t know how much it was just her and how much it was her being a goldrider and then Weyrwoman. My mom doted on me and Sarati. Less so on Rassia. My brothers may as well not exist. For some reason she just didn’t have an interest in being part of their life.


She shrugged. “Sarati and I got the best of the best. Good clothes. Good food. We were paraded around. In more recent turns she’s been a bit hands off again, which I have mixed feelings about.”


K’synn finished his plate and moved to refill it.  Caravans ate family style, which was more of what he was used to then the Weyr’s buffet style.  Weyrlife still felt strange to him sometimes, and especially now that he was seeing his family more than he used to.  Lisilia in particular was fond of popping into the Weyr unannounced and showing up at his weyr.  He suspected she was hoping to walk in on something for the sheer irritation it would cause, his younger sister being a bit annoying that way.  Hopefully, she didn’t choose this evening.


“Why do you think she’s changed?  And why did she ignore your brothers?” he asked after she’d finished.  


Kashara shrugged. “We’re older now. She has other things that are important. Again, we’re still spoiled to some extent, but not as much. And as for my brothers...I think she just likes girls better. I don’t know. It’s hard to explain my mom.”


K’synn nodded.  “And I won’t pretend to understand goldriders.  There weren’t any in Tiscarth’s Clutch, and I’ve not really had reason to get to know any.”  Tiscarth wasn’t one to participate in gold flights, and K’synn wasn’t the type of guy to seek out friendships with the Weyrleadership.  “Growing up in my family, there weren’t too many distinctions between any of us brats in the Caravan.  Minus my eldest brother learning to take it over eventually, we all just pulled our own weight.  I suppose some of the siblings got off a bit lighter after mischief, but not by much.” 


“There are a lot more expectations when you’re the daughter of a gold rider,” Kashara said. “Not just from my mom, but because people expect that one of us will Impress a gold. Or at least that we’ll all be riders. I want to be a rider, but it’s a bit much sometimes. I like that I can just be me with you.”


K’synn shrugged.  “I like just you.  And who else would you be?”  He went back to eating for a moment, just letting the moments just be between them without forcing it.  If he was one of his brothers, he would have assuredly had some charming line for her, some charismatic smile and charm to lay on thick and heavy.  If he was one of his brothers, he’d be planning on how to get that dress off of her before the night was over.  But he wasn’t, and instead, he was focused on her with no expectations.  “I was the oddball of my pack of siblings.  I’ve always been the more reserved, less likely to get into trouble, and more likely to be ensuring the others didn’t get into it.  They always pressured me to be more like them.  But I am not, and I am me.” 



“I like you, too.” There she wasn’t blushing, was she? She was just friends with this AWLM, right? To be anything more would be dangerous, and yet she liked him. A lot. She told herself that it meant nothing. She played with her food, trying not to look too awkward. She tried to drift to being a good girl. “How’s being an AWLM?”


“I’ve always been a good teacher.  And definitely the goodie of my sibling group.  Certainly more patient with all of their antics than they would have been or were.  Even in our own weyrlinghood, Tiscarth and I helped our Clutchsibs.  We both enjoy teaching, in helping others.  Being an AWLM is just an extension of that, of helping ensure that future wingmates are more prepared.  And having a young dragon is hard and trying.  Tiscarth is good with them.”


“I’m glad it fits you so well,” Kashara said. “With a large class incoming.” Including possibly her. Best not to think too hard on it. “What do you think of the two goldriders who will start up?”


K’synn gave a small smile.  “I think I am glad not to be WLM Ko’ssen.  Even if their riders are perfectly well-behaved, there is no way that two golds don’t cause trouble.”  Even if Kashara could be one of them, a thought that was accompanied by both a desire and a sinking feeling, all in one.  “There are plenty of issues that come up in a normal weyrlinghood.  Look at your journeyman, Ambrelli.  Plenty of issues there despite her being accomplished in her craft.”


“She was never meant to Impress, though,” Kashara pointed out. “You can’t stop Stands Impressions, but they can mess things up. I hope that there are no Stands Impressions this go around. That would only be added trouble.” She finished her last bite. “That was really good.”


“I understand.  I only meant it to show that there are plenty of issues in weyrlinghood with or without double golds.”  He looked at her across from him, a part of him knowing that this was dangerous.  He was playing with fire, with this young woman who might still Impress.  He shouldn’t like her.  He shouldn’t want to have her in his weyr, eating dinner.  But he did and she was.  


They spent the remainder of the evening chatting about Weyr philosophy, life, and their families.  And when the evening was late and Kashara finally left to go back home, K’synn watched her go wishing there were more hours in the day...



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