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Re: Hair today, gone tomorrow. (Attn: D'vik/Fabio- Calyse)

 

Calyse found herself unable to stay mad at the little 'lizard while he behaved so affectionately - even if the stench of burned hair still followed her everywhere. She'd have to do something about that. For now, she concentrated on finding this mischievous thing's owner. Tracking down a rider named D'vik wasn't difficult, and she was given directions to his weyr by one of the staffers passing in the halls. 

Stomping up to the tunnel-side entrance, Calyse paused to tuck her badly asymmetrical hair behind her ears so that she didn't look entirely out of order. She approachd his weyr and knocked several times to announce her presence. "I have something of yours!" She called through the door, clear frustration in her words. "Candidate Calyse here, sir!"

On Sun, Aug 23, 2020, 10:44 AM Alyx <scottish.wolfecary@...> wrote:
As soon as the numbweed his his hide, Fabio relaxed into the girls arms with a relived sigh. He knew all about This part of the healing. This was the good part, when the hurt stopped. Though he wasn't so much a fan of being wrapped up. He didn't worry about scars, ladies liked scars. Or something like that. He wriggled slightly as she scooped him up again after putting things away, but made no complaints. One strand of non-torched hair had fallen forwards where he could reach it, he turned and rubbed his little wedge head through the soft locks as if he'd completely forgotten what had happened mere moments ago.
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Have fun with any of my characters. Alyx, Lerian (candidates), Vayka (Healer), J'hen, D'vik, Teyra, Cotai (Riders), Rotasta (AWLM)


Re: Month 10: FF’s First *Between* Lesson ((Attn: Ko’ssen, Ry’len, & Keahi))

Steelsilver
 

((Come on, come on!)) Taiath urged, practically dancing in place, even as Keahi listened intently to the Weyrlingmaster one last time, nodding and turning to her blue, mounting up before the pair were launching skyward. 

When the visual was cleared, Taiath gave a trumpet of excitement, and ducked between, emerging with another bugle of delight. ((WE DID IT!)) 


Re: Good Luck Can Be Uncomfortable (Attn: Reirel/Tamalak)

Laurie
 

"Oh, Hi. Reirel, right? Yeah, it's kind of hard to not be known. Chato, want to say hello to Reirel?"

~~'kay.~~ Chato went up to the boy and sat prettily. ~~'lo, 'rel,~~ he said.

On Mon, Aug 24, 2020 at 2:09 PM Kouga <hanjikouga@...> wrote:
>>It had been three months since Tamalak's unexpected Impression to the tunnelwhere, Chato. The novelty for the other wherhandlers--both with and without whers--had worn off. Now he noticed that he was sometimes the recipient of dirty looks--usually when the others thought he wasn't looking.

This unfortunate circumstance had the detrimental side effect of
turning him anti-social in the whercraft. When he wasn't needed for
lessons or chores, he spent more and more time at the Weyr, where he
was viewed as more of an oddity than as an object of envy. So when he
saw someone heading towards him--Reirel, he thought--he put his head
down and veered away.

~Why we go dis way?~ Chato asked.

"I'm avoiding people."

~Why?~

"They're jealous of you. They want to be the ones who have you and
don't think I deserve you."

Chato sat. ~Dey can't have me. You all mine. Dey try, I bite.~ He
showed his sharp teeth.

"No, you can't bite them. Then we'll both be in trouble."

By now, the other person was close enough to hear, if he so wanted to.
Tamalak blushed, hoping he hadn't heard that last remark. Or any, for
that matter.<<

Reirel would admit that he hadn't been paying too much attention to
what he was doing or even where he was going, but with so many whers
around the sound of wher claws hadn't actually alerted him to
anything, no it was the voice. He blinked a couple of times looking up
and spotting the younger boy offered him a grin, he hadn't ever been
able to gold anything again Tamalak or the other boy for that matter
when they impressed their whers. Had he wished it had been him? Sure,
but he didn't hold it against them at all, not after Fort. Fort had
made it very hard for him to hold anything against anyone. After all
it was just that that had forced him into being a candidate when he
hadn't wanted to be one, but it had either been that or know his days
may be numbered one way or another.

"Hello Tamalak and Chato right?" he offered.

*Kouga*

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Re: Right Place + Right Time = Loneliness (Attn: Any)

Laurie
 

"Yeah, we had some extensive training to do with these mischievous little guys after the fiasco at the Gather," Tam said. "They're still very willful, and I don't know if it's because they're a different breed, or because Chato's bronze and Sleek's gold. Or a bit of both." He reached down--not as far as he used to need to--and scratched Chato's head. The usual frond wrapped itself around his fingers. He briefly wondered what it would be like to not have that little bit of acknowledgement, but seeing Cremmie he decided that the regular whers showed their affection in other ways.

"So, has Cremsden caught on to you naming your wher after him?"

Chato unwrapped his frond and crouched by Cremmie. ~~'bviosly Tam wrong.  We play now~~ and he ran around Cremmie playfully.



On Tue, Aug 25, 2020 at 7:03 PM Alyx <scottish.wolfecary@...> wrote:
"It's going pretty well actually. Cremmie is smart, and wants to please so most things have been pretty easy. I've also gone back to work part time. Now that he will stay in my room without eating furniture." She couldn't help a chuckle at that. That had to date been his worst habit to break. Not eating, or crushing her bed.

{Why not like? Tam nice, 'lyx nice?} The brown wher considered a minute, rustling his wings idly while he thought, and searched his human's mind a bit. {No, 'lyx likes just fine. Likes not trouble maker.}
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Have fun with any of my characters. Alyx, Lerian (candidates), Vayka (Healer), J'hen, D'vik, Teyra, Cotai (Riders), Rotasta (AWLM)


Re: Trying to be Subtle atten: Tamalack/Kalain

Laurie
 

And did it really matter anyway, if anyone heard them. But Tam didn't care about that anymore. He cared about his friend.

"If you can't talk to your best friend, who can you talk to?" he asked. Then he snapped his fingers. "Is it Karla? Do you want to see her? I'm sure she'd like to see you!"

On Wed, Aug 26, 2020 at 1:07 PM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:
"There's no one to hear anyway," Kalain pointed out. He shook his head. "Nothing worth talking about." Or at least nothing  he could talk to Tam about.


Re: Month 10: FF’s First *Between* Lesson ((Attn: Ko’ssen, Rebme, & T’son))

Steelsilver
 

T'son took a deep, shuddering breath. This was it. This was really it. Why did he feel so- so nervous? He'd been training for months to get to this point, and so had Sigyth. "Okay." he answered, squared his shoulders, took another deep breath. "..Okay. Yes sir, ma'am." he added to Rebme just in case. He could do this... right? 

He turned to Sigyth, mounted her, but not before the green gave him a nuzzle. ((We can do this, Mine, and we will.)) his dragon assured him, her affection strong in her mental voice, and he caressed her neck ridge. 

And then. And then T'son was summoning the clearest image he could, passing it to Sigyth, who passed it to Zerenth, got it confirmed. 

They went *between*.

Three. 

Two. 

One. 

And as they burst back into the warm Arolos sunshine, Sigyth bugled her joy and triumph, echoed by T'son's enthusiastic yell. ((WE DID IT!!!!))


Wherricane, Ten Different Fathers, and Dragons with Fish Burps, Oh My! JP Kassia/N'shen

sailyn2
 

The medication that K’ren had prescribed through Mariska was helping some, but it did little to stem the tide of anxiety. Of course she had a lot to be anxious about after a weird flight breaking Foreth’s leg, the failed attack, two gold eggs, and the girl who had tried to touch the eggs. Having her mates sleep with her in the night helped during the night, but they all had things that they needed to do during the day and didn’t need her interrupting it.


It was N’shen’s time to come for the morning meeting. Kassia tried not to pace, but failed. That Foreth was also anxious only made things worse. She didn’t have her gold to be her rock.


So she paced. And waited.


"Good morning," said N'shen as he rushed in to meet with Kassia. "I'm sorry if I kept you waiting." He had done his best to be on time – he even had the Weyrleader's timepiece to ensure he would be… But perhaps he should be even earlier if she was pacing as she waited for him.


"How are you feeling?"


“No, no, you’re fine,” she said, waving it off. “It’s not you. It’s me. I can’t stop thinking.” Thinking and pacing. Thinking and pacing.


"What are you thinking about?" asked N'shen. If it were Cotai, he would offer a shoulder massage, but he was not sure whether that would be appropriate here… Perhaps he might offer anyway. It seemed that Kassia could use one, whether it was entirely "appropriate" or not.


“Everything,” she said with a dramatic fling of her arms to encompass around her. “What if something happens at the Hatching? What if the gold eggs are duds? What if someone gets hurt? What if someone tries to get through with a knife again? So many things could go wrong. Both me and Foreth are worried.”


Out on the Sands Foreth was pretending to sleep, but she opened one eye. It swirled with the colors of worry.


N'shen nodded and walked around behind Kassia.


"Would it be weird if I massaged your shoulders?" he asked as he walked. "There are a lot of what-ifs. Let's talk about what we can do to stop them from happening and what we'll do if they happen."


"We'll start with… what was it, something happening at the Hatching? What could happen? We could have another cave-in… that's happened before. Can we reinforce the cavern ceiling any more than we already have?"


“If you want. Maybe it’ll help me sit down.” Kassia took a seat in the Stands. There was plenty of room behind her for him to sit if he chose.

She shook her head, trying to think. “Not at this time,” she said. “But we should before the next Hatching. We’d be in trouble right now if there was an earthquake or something else that hit the Caverns.”


N'shen sat behind her and began to try to work through some of Kassia's muscle knots. He doubted his hands were strong enough to get them all, but he could try…


"All right, so we'll schedule reinforcement work after the eggs are off the Sands. And a thorough inspection of the subterranea? What else could happen at the Hatching? More crazies running for the eggs? Between Foreth and the others, I can't imagine anyone would get through. And that girl must have already put the fear of death in most of them."


Kassia moved her braid so that he could get better access to her neck. She made a happy sound as he started in on her tight muscles.


“Someone could always try to attack like they did at the Gather,” Kassia said. “A bunch of people running in with knives while everyone is distracted.” Clearly she’d been reaching into the recesses of her mind for weird things that could happen.


"We have a choke point at the cavern entrance," said N'shen. "And we've mostly reassigned any guards who are young enough to Stands Impress. If the guests would submit to a search before entering, we could ensure that no one brings any weapons in and then stop anyone else from coming in once the Hatching is officially underway."


There was actually a smaller, human sized entrance off to the right that led into the Weyr and to the stairs to the Upper Caverns, but he was right. The majority of people would be coming through the main Cavern entrance.


“It’s a nice idea,” she said, “but there won’t be enough time to check everyone. We don’t have to worry about the Candidates, I don’t think. Nor the Arolos riders, but maybe a spot check here and there is possible.”


"It may have to do. I'd say we could have a check-in list for anyone purporting to be family of one of the Candidates, but I'm not sure how feasible that is, either. A bit faster than a frisking, perhaps," said N'shen. "And someone could put on a pair of Arolos knots without too much trouble… Even the guards who have been here forever don't know everyone by sight."


“You’re not helping,” Kassia said, only partly joking. “At least there will be at least three dragons that would react if there was a problem. Maybe that’s enough of a deterrent. So maybe that’s not a problem. What about with the gold dragons? What if there’s a problem there?” The list went on and on.


"Sorry. I'll try to keep it a bit more positive, eh?" N'shen worked at an especially stubborn knot in Kassia's right shoulder. "Would Foreth let one of the other golds help if it came to it, or would that just cause more problems?" he asked.


Kassia grunted and leaned into his hand. She doubted he could defeat the knot, but it was a relief that it was being worked on at all.


“Maybe Zivath if it was a desperate need,” Kassia said. “But I wouldn’t bet on it. Maybe if I was injured or something, she’d need the other golds to keep her calm. But if I’m injured then we have a lot of problems.” She shook her head, her braid shaking with her, as she tried to rid her head of things that weren’t worth worrying about. She took a deep breath and rolled her shoulders under his hands.  


“But that’s not going to happen. I think I need more of that stuff for my anxiety that Mariska gave me. I may as well start worrying about getting a hurricane or a tornado for all I’m worrying. A thread tornado, maybe.” She turned her head to look at him. There was a small smile on her lips. “Maybe a bad thunderstorm will come through the area and there will be lightning bolts hitting Candidates. What else can we think of that’s ridiculous?”


"Why not a wherricane?" N'shen wondered as he finally gave up on the troublesome knot and moved onto something that was a little easier on his knuckles. "Clouds raining wherries and floods with whers at the crest," he suggested. "Wherries wielding pickles and whers bearing soap."


Kassia couoldn’t help it, she started to laugh. “Everyone in the Weyr getting food poisoning at once. All the Weyr’s clothing getting died green. Dragons burping up fish.”


"Runnerbeasts wearing people clothes!" N'shen added with a laugh of his own. This was a lot more cathartic than trying to figure out a way to allay each of Kassia's fears individually.


“I end up having a whole litter with ten different fathers,” Kassia suggested, laying her hand against her slowly swelling belly. “Every egg Hatches and they turn out to be golds. The golds eggs turn out to be Kabelth sized greens.”


"Ten different fathers!" N'shen laughed again. Surely, it could not be that many… "You would have to outdo Foreth, eh?" He laughed. "Maybe you'll give birth to two tiny golds, and two giant human babes will hatch from the gold eggs!"


“Faranth, that sounds even more painful than usual.” Kassia shuddered at that, but it was clear she was relaxing a bit. She turned to look at him again. “Thank you. That helps.”


"I'm glad," said N'shen. "It's a bit surreal with you and Cotai both with child at the same time. It's been so long ago since Gebrand's mum, I almost forgot what it was like… But if I let myself, I can slip back into the Dad Zone pretty easily."


“I have a feeling that this baby will have a lot of love and daddies,” Kassia said. “Hopefully I won’t be birthing gold dragons.” She took a moment to look around and then back at him. “If the offer is still there, I’d like you to move your office in here until the Hatching.”


"Of course, it is," said N'shen. "And I can do it right away if you'd like. I don't have to bring everything, and I'm sure Bl'by would be happy to work without me looking over his shoulder."


“Do whatever works for you,” she said. “I really appreciate it. I’ve got Mariska, but she can only spend so much time here.”


"Then I'll go grab everything I need," said N'shen, "as soon as we're done here. And then I'll be back as soon as I can."


N'shen turned to look toward Truenoth.


"True thinks this is a good idea, too."


Kassia smiled. “Thanks Truenoth.” She looked at Foreth. “Are you okay with this?”


Foreth grunted but said, ((If you must. Just remember, you’re Mine.))


Kassia switched to mindspeech. ((Yes, all Yours. I’m not going anywhere.)) And that was maybe part of the problem, but she took what she could.


"Thank you, Foreth," N'shen said to the gold. She might not have said yes, but it was best to be deferential to a broody gold one way or the other.


"What else can I help you with before I go to get my things?" he asked Kassia.


“Can you make the tea for me? The herbs are in a pouch on the table next to it. Just make it like normal tea. Then I’m going to drink it and then take a nap.”


"Of course," said N'shen. "When you wake, I'll have moved my office here, and I'll only be a shout away." He gave Kassia's shoulders one more squeeze and then stood to go make the tea for her. 


“Thanks,” Kassia said, feeling a little better from everything. Maybe a nap would make it even better.





Re: Of Sound Mind? (Attn: Torrela/Namieh)

 

Namieh had seen decks of this nature before among the caravans when they could come through Igen, but it perplexed her to see them in the hands of someone who claimed to be a Mindhealer. Only luck-tellers had those decks in her experience, and the confusion showed clearly on her tawny face. She didn't have the knowledge necessary to understand the hidden meanings in the card that faced her, focusing instead on the imagery of someone leaving a cart behind and the twisted trees that surrounded it. "I don't like that card," she said with an air of doubt that manifested in the purse of her lips. "He shouldn't have left the wagon, anyone could take it while he's gone. Like those firelizards. Definitely gonna steal somethin' while his back is turned."

OOC: Sorry for the delay! That is a fantastic deck, I love this!

On Sun, Aug 23, 2020 at 5:24 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
"In a way," Torrela said. She did have a normal deck of cards with her, too. "This is a special deck of cards. I grew up in a Caravan, the daughter of fortune-tellers. But when I started to follow in their footsteps, I found that the images on our decks gave people insights into their own minds. So I took up mindhealing, but I use the cards to help me with my diagnosis." She continued to shuffle, then pulled one card out.

"Some mindhealers use ink blots. I find this to be more fun for both of us--the Healer and the patient. If it makes you uncomfortable, let me know and I'll go back to conventional methods.  And when we're done, I do have a normal deck of cards and we can play a few games."

She flipped the card over to show an old man in white walking away from a lone trader and his runner-cart., but he was looking back at it.  Firelizards flew up in the background. The trees in the card were gnarled and ambiguous as to some people they could look threatening but to others they were just winter trees.

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OOC: I'm using Lisa Hunt's "Ghosts and Spirits" tarot.  Mainly because I'm going to be working on a ghost story in the Three-Day Novella contest.  

The card is the King of Pentacles/Coins. I like doing a combination using the pictures to enhance my readings, rather than just straight using the book meanings. I probably wouldn't have used this deck but when I pulled this card, to me it was a perfect jumping off point for Namieh. 

The general key words for this card are: Enterprising, Adept, Reliable, Supporting, Steady

In Lisa's Little White Book for the deck, the meaning of this card is: Someone may enter your life who can offer you comfort and stability as you experience a possible transition.



On Sun, Aug 23, 2020 at 3:47 AM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
"They might have said something about that," she gave the neutral answer with a small, uncertain frown. If they had, she didn't remember it or hadn't been paying attention - not that it mattered now. 

At the sight of playing cards, Namieh visibly perked. She missed her own deck dearly while in effective solitary. To see the Mindhealer shuffling a set casually made the girl tilt her head like a puppy surprised by an unfamiliar sound, unable to hide the physical manifestation of her curiosty. 

"Do you wanna play?" She asked with a hopeful note. 

On Sat, Aug 22, 2020, 8:50 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Well, now they were getting somewhere. Though there still seemed to be some hesitation. And what did she mean, she could go anywhere? But more importantly, were they not being taught properly?

"Had the Candidate Masters not told your class that the eggs were still too fragile to be touch?" Torrela asked. She pulled out her cards and started to riffle them. In order to get some answers, she would need some insight into her mind, and the cards would take her there quicker than all these questions. 


On Sun, Aug 23, 2020 at 12:24 AM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
Namieh swallowed hard at the question, though part of her couldn't help but to appreciate that she cut right to business. Despite a healthy dose of wariness, there didn't seem to be a reason to keep up the charade anymore. The effort was exhausting, but so were most things while she was recovering. "I.. I'd heard that you could rig a Hatching in your favor if you touched the eggs," she answered with the quiet reservation, fussing with the hem of her gown while her eyes focused there. "If I had a dragon, I.. I could go anywhere. Be anyone. Weyrwoman even."  There was clearly more to this reason, but she hesitated to elaborate.

On Sat, Aug 22, 2020 at 7:56 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Torrela was amused at the girl's distrust. Not the amused of blatant superiority, but the amused as if she were sharing a secret. It was obvious this girl wasn't going to give her full trust to anyone, but that was fine. Because Torrela could wait. She was in the Weyr, and it would take a Wing of dragons to move her back out.

"Trust me, even if you'd never seen a mindhealer in your life, you'll know how unconventional I am. But, before I even start, want to tell me just why you went running off to touch the eggs? Why you couldn't wait until the whole class was led down to them?" If she told her, great. If not, it would come out eventually.


On Sat, Aug 22, 2020 at 8:59 PM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
"I do not want to be yelled at," Nami replied flatly. She had a hunch there would be plenty of that in her future as it was and she hadn't a doubt in her mind that it would come sooner than she liked; her heart raced uneasily with anticipation. She watched the other woman with suspicious eyes, a blatantly untrusting sort of girl if ever there was one. Hearing about Mindhealers was entirely different from interacting with them, but fancy, learned folked were all the same in her view. They had always seemed to have a habit of making Namieh feel less than for her upbringing, for her heritage, for her gender. At least here at the Weyr they were more open minded, from what little she'd seen so far. 

"I've never talked to one of you before," she admitted more casually than she felt. Torrela was not immediately threatening and after her warning, Nami's interest piqued. "So I dunno if I'd even notice." With a pause in the pretense of consideration, though she'd already decided, the girl added with an affected sigh. "You can come in." 

On Sat, Aug 22, 2020 at 6:11 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
"Not unless you want me to," Torrela said. "I'm Torrela, Mindhealer. I thought that you may want to just talk without any judgement." She waved her hand to encompass the whole Weyr. "There are enough people out there judging you, talking about you, even blaming you that I think you need someone non-judgemental." And Torrela was all that. She spent her whole career learning to not judge people. Granted, there were those that she couldn't help it, but this slip of a girl? She wasn't bad, or evil. She just went about doing something the wrong way, and had to learn that actions had far-reaching consequences.

And it seemed that she had. Her lesson had been painful, brutal, and would haunt her for the rest of her life. Which, in Torrela's mind, seemed a bit too much. 

"I must warn you, I'm not like other Mindhealers. Something you may find interesting, or you may find scary."


On Sat, Aug 22, 2020 at 12:25 AM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
Namieh looked up from where she sat in bed at the unexpected visitor, surprised to meet someone who hadn't been in the rotation of Healers tending to her injuries. While she was eager for conversation, after Asheran's confrontation, she felt wary and apprehensive about a stranger. 

"I guess that depends," the girl answered. "You here to yell at me?"

On Thu, Aug 20, 2020, 2:29 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Torrela had wanted to go speak with the Candidate who endangered the eggs right away, but hadn't. Mainly because the girl had been on pain medications and if the mindhealer were going to work with her, she wanted her to at least be coherent. So she waited several days for the fog to clear, then one day peeked into the girl's--she looked at the chart, Namieh--alcove.

"Hello. Are you up for some company?" Torrela asked.


To sleep, the everlasting dream (jp: Cuylar, Garatt)

Aaron
 

Tr’foshe had said that he needed something to make him sleep. That if he could sleep, he would feel better. It felt just possible that this was true; at least if he could sleep he could maybe just catch up enough that people would stop shouting and setting more work.

So, looking pale and hollow-eyed still, Garatt trailed obediently over to the Infirmary, looking like a boy who was highly in need of a check-up in any case.

"Hi," said the Healer once Garatt made it to an exam room. "I'm Cuylar. You must be Garatt. How are you feeling?" He looked like absolute ass, but Cuylar was not about to just tell someone that. It was not the best bedside manner.

“The Assistant Candidate Master said you’d be able to give me something to make me sleep,sir.” Garatt was too tired to remember who in the Weyr warranted a sir and who did not. It felt safer to err on the side of caution.

"You can just call me Cuylar," he answered. "So, you've been having trouble sleeping?" He began to look Garatt over, going through the standard checkup. "Is something bothering you?"

Was anything bothering him? Garatt stared at him listless for a moment until Cuylar reached to take his pulse and he flinched back, pulling his left hand away. “Just…” Explaining felt exhausting.”Just..everything.”

Cuylar sat down in one of the chairs in the exam room.

"If you want to talk about it," he said, "then it won't leave this room." For the most part, he could keep whatever secrets the kid might have. As far as he could see, Cuylar was already concerned there might be some kind of abuse going on. It could happen anywhere – even Arolos.

Easy to say, hard to trust, and Garatt looked at him warily, moving to protect his left hand with his right. “All of the CandidateMasters hate me,” he said after a moment, but there was no indignant passion behind the statement. Just tiredness, explaining a fact he was certain of to another adult who was in the end going to do very little. “They.. they don’t think I ought to be a Candidate I don’t think and.. And they’re probably right but.. But I don’t want to go home.”

Cuylar could certainly relate to that. While "home" would have served him much better had he gone there, when he was a lad, that had not been where we wanted to go. But after what he had seen…

The unhatched eggs were not quite on the same level as what Cuylar had seen, but that did not mean Garatt's experience was invalid… and then, there might have been more to it than that, too. After all, there was the much more recent unpleasantness with the girl posing as a boy to try to get close to the gold eggs.

"What do you want to do?" he asked.

“I don’t know,” Garatt admitted unhappily. He fidgeted in his chair, picking at a loose thread on his sleeve. “I’m.. I’m not really good at anything and.. And besides if he knew I wasn’t Standing my father would want me to go home.”

"When I was a Candidate," said Cuylar, "I saw something on the Sands that really haunted me. And it made me want to be anywhere but there. I couldn't bear the thought. But I didn't want to go home either."

Cuylar had not wanted to avoid home so much as to stay with a boy he loved. And his heart always ached when he thought of him, even then.

"So I took a job in the Infirmary. Convinced Master Kregg to let me stay. And some of the people who were there with me then are here with me now. Like Journeyman Cremsden. And I know that if you wanted to give it a try, he would welcome you to the Infirmary with open arms."

“My father wouldn’t want me to.” And Garatt wasn’t entirely sure he’d want a job in the Infirmary even if he did. He’d been in there for chores. People bled a lot. “He-- If I was going to be a dragonrider, that’d be okay? He says that’d be an honour. But, if I’m not doing that..”

"No higher honor, eh?" Cuylar smiled. He knew the type. But he wondered just what Garatt had at home that would be so important that even a Healer for dragonmen would not be considered nearly as good as a dragonman.

"I'm not going to tell him anything, of course," said Cuylar. "But they do bring in families for Hatchings, yes? He'll be expecting you to be on the Sands. Hmm… What's it like at home that it's better to be here like this?" he asked, gesturing to all of Garatt.

“They don’t want me to Stand for this one anyway,” Garatt admitted in a small voice. “And it’s not-- if I’m home, I’m meant to be getting ready to-- to run the hold and-- I’m not good at it.” Right now it felt as though he were good at very little.

"Are you good at being a dragonrider?" asked Cuylar. It was a fair question, he thought. If the kid thought it was going to be easier than running a hold, well. There were different types of difficulty.

Garatt stared at the floor, cheeks pink, still picking at that loose thread on his cuff. “I’m.. not really good at anything really,” he admitted. “I-- I know if they made me run the Hold I’d screw it up. I think.. I think everyone knows that, they just don’t want to say it.”

"Everyone is good at something," said Cuylar. "Here. Let me help you." He stood and opened a drawer, took out a small pair of scissors for cutting bandages and then leaned in to snip the thread.

Garatt twitched back again as the Healer leaned in, not quite a flinch but close. “What if.. What if you’re not?”

"Well, if I weren't good at this, I think they'd have asked me to find another line of work by now," said Cuylar with a warm smile. "But if you're worried about yourself, I've never met anyone in the world who wasn't good at anything. What are the odds you'd be the first one?"

"Listen… and remember, you can tell me anything, and you won't get in trouble. Has someone been hitting you?"

Garatt’s sharp inhale of breath in response to that question might perhaps have been answer enough. The boy went pale - well, paler - and he hugged his left hand tightly to his chest. “I didn’t-- I never said that!”

Cuylar's eyes widened a bit, but he did not otherwise react with surprise.

"All right," he said. "Nobody is going to send you home. And if you need protection, well. I can make sure you get it. If someone were oh, say… giving you a hard time… making you afraid. Hypothetically. I can make sure they wouldn't get away with it."

Garatt stared at the floor again. “It was only once,” he said in a mumble. “Otherwise.. Otherwise I couldn’t go on the trip. Please don’t tell anyone.”

Cuylar raised an eyebrow.

"Someone told you that they would only let you go on the trip if they hit you first?" he asked.

“...I couldn’t catch up on the essays.” Garatt’s voice wasn’t far above a whisper. “I was meant to have caught up if I was going to go. But I just-- I’m tired all the time and my-- my head doesn’t work right any more. I keep thinking I’ve done them right and then they just-- they’re not right.”

"And that's why they sent you for something to help you sleep, yes?" asked Cuylar. "You're safe here," he said again. "I'm not going to hurt you, and I won't let anyone else hurt you, either."

“My brain just won’t let me sleep any more,” Garatt confided unhappily. “I-- I lie down and I’m just so tired, and I just-- can’t. It’s like sleeping stopped working. Sometimes all I can think about is how tired I’m going to be if I don’t sleep.. Then I’m tired in class, and they catch me, or, or I try fidgeting so I don’t fall asleep and they yell at me for it.”

Cuylar nodded.

"They? Are they all haranguing you?" he asked. It seemed to Cuylar that it was the anxiety keeping the boy awake. He could get him to sleep, but if he did not find a way to alleviate the anxiety, he would just be treating a symptom and leaving the problem in place.

“I told you, they all hate me.” To Garatt it was fact, plain and simple. “I -- I tried telling the nice ones, but then they go and find out the others are angry because I can’t do anything and then they hate me too.” He sniffed hard. He thought he’d cried himself out after his earlier weep in front of Trif but no, apparently there were tears left to come.

"Here's what I want to do. But I won't make the decision by myself. I'm going to recommend that you undergo a sleep study. You'll sleep here in the Infirmary for a little while. No one will wake you in the night, and you'll be safe to fall asleep. If you still can't find sleep, then we'll give you something to help," said Cuylar with a soft, soothing tone.

"You don't have to stay there. I'll convince your father we need you here in the Infirmary myself if I have to. I'll tell him you've got the best knack for healing I've ever seen in an apprentice before and you'll save a hundred riders' lives or more before the end of the Pass if you stay with us."

Garatt gulped. “If-- if I sleep here, does that mean I have to stay when the others are on the trip?” Even if he was here at night, being alone in the Barracks the rest of the time didn’t bear thinking about. “Only.. they said I could go on the trip now.”

"I'm not going to keep you from having your fun," said Cuylar. "You'll get to go; you've more than earned it. And if anyone says differently, then I'll take you on a trip myself. Elphith and I can take you anywhere you want to go."

“No.. they said I could.” Garatt was hanging a lot on that right now. He fidgeted again, somehow finding yet another loose thread. “I don’t think I’d really be any good at a Healer,” he admitted in a whisper, as though the confession was shameful. “Don’t they have to be awfully clever? And-- and when people get hurt, I mostly just want to run away.”

"What makes you think you're not awfully clever?" Cuylar asked. It was true, there were some folks who were not exactly cut out to be Healers, but Garatt could hardly know whether he was or not without having even tried.

“I’m just.. Not.,” Garatt confessed. “Never have been. At home-- they don’t exactly say it, just..my father sort of sighs, and then he looks at my tutor and he shrugs and..” He shrugged a little himself, drawn tight in on himself. “Do you think some people are just born stupid?”

"I think everyone has different strengths and weaknesses," said Cuylar. "Being bad at bookkeeping isn't the same as being born stupid. Is your father stupid? How could you be stupid if you share his blood?"

“He’s not. He’s like.. The opposite of stupid,” Garatt said. “Maybe I got it from my mother though.”

"Is she, ah…" It was never easy to ask whether someone's family was dead. But if he was not so sure about it, then he may not have known her very well, and well, that implied… "Gone?"

Garatt nodded. Mostly he slipped around the subject in case people looked sorry for him, but this conversation was well beyond that point. “When I was being born. I think if I’d had.. Brothers or something my father wouldn’t have minded so much me being stupid.” 

"You're not stupid. And I very much doubt your mother could have been, either. After all, your father wouldn't have married her if she was," said Cuylar. It hurt his heart to hear that his mother had died in childbirth, but even more that he had been allowed to believe that his father wished he had more children. Better children.

"Everyone has their own strengths, remember? Even people who some might call stupid. Nobody can do everything."

Garatt sighed. “Yeah, but I don’t think I can do anything,” he said. “If I was one of those people who was smart all the time it wouldn’t matter if I was tired, I’d just know it all anyway and catch up.”

"Nobody can be at their best all the time – especially when they're as tired as you look." Cuylar offered a smile. "We'll get you what you need to get some sleep. You'll have to come by to get a new dose every evening, or else I'll come to you. And then when you're back from the trip, we'll do the sleep study."

“You’ll be on the trip?” It made sense, Garatt guessed, that a Healer was on the trip in case a kid bashed their face in falling out a tree or something.

"I hadn't planned on going," said Cuylar. "But I can make it out there and back in just a few seconds each way, you know. I won't leave you hanging."

It teased out a slight smile for the first time. “Thank you.”

Cuylar smiled even more broadly at seeing the little smile from Garatt.

"You're more than welcome. I promise, I'll do whatever I can to help you. Now… is it OK if I finish the checkup?" He grinned to show he was not upset.

Garatt hesitated, fidgeting a little again. His right hand clutched the left arm protectively. “My hand hurts,” he admitted finally, voice dropping to a whisper again as though guarding from hidden listeners.

"Hey," Cuylar said softly. "Listen. Nobody is going to get you in trouble here. This is a safe place. And I'll do everything I can to show you I'm a safe person. I'll be gentle with your hand, OK? And we'll find out what's wrong and fix it."

Garatt swallowed and nodded, holding out his hand to the Healer. It took a moment for him to convince his fingers to uncurl, he’d been holding it carefully and protectively for most of the day. The inflamed red lines across the palm and fingers were clearly cane marks to anyone who had seen them before, not the hardest or most severe beating but still a shock to a boy who hadn’t been used to it. 

Cuylar's eyes widened again, but as before, he gave no other sign that he was as shocked as he was. He would not ask that Garatt tell him who did it. But he would be telling K'ren that someone had done this to one of his patients. He had to.

"Alright. I'm going to wash it with a bit of diluted red wort, and then I'm going to put a bit of numbweed and a bandage on it. OK?" he said.

“Will that make it stop hurting?” He’d thought that if he just ignored it it would stop, but he’d waited all night and most of the day and the steady throb still hadn’t gone away. Despite wanting to trust Cuylar it was still hard not to flinch away from the Healer touching it. His brain suspected it was going to hurt when touched, consequently he flinched. 

“I-- I did tell him he could,” he asserted again in a small voice. “Because.. I couldn’t catch up on the essays. He said I could.. Could pick which punishment I preferred.”

"The numbweed will make it stop hurting for a time," said Cuylar, struggling to keep the murder out of his eyes. "The essays are to find out what you know. And if you need help learning. The Candidatemasters should be helping you learn it."

Cuylar bit his tongue. This was really not his place. He would have to talk to K'ren. He was the one with the rank, the one who could really do something.

"If this happens again, come tell me. And I'll make it stop hurting again." And give K'ren another piece of his mind along with it, of course.

Cuylar prepared the red wort and then knelt again in front of Garatt.

"This might sting a little. OK? But then I'll put the numbweed on, and it won't hurt any more."

“I-- I don’t think I’d pick that again.” Garatt’s voice wobbled a little, trying to hold his hand still. “I thought-- I thought maybe if it just hurt for a little bit of time-- if, if I were a proper man I wouldn’t care.” Being a proper man could be tremendously important when you were fourteen. Particularly when you couldn’t seem to stop crying all the time.

"Listen. I'm, what, thirty-five? If someone did this to me, it would hurt like a bastard. And I would not be surprised if I cried. You're no less a man for admitting it hurts." Cuylar looked into Garatt's eyes as he gently dabbed the red wort onto his palm.

Garatt twitched a little as it started to sting but managed to hold still. “He said..” Another sniff. “He said no-one acted like a baby about it where he came from.”

"And where is he from?" Cuylar wondered. There was something tickling at the back of his mind, something that seemed so very familiar… 

“F--” The word was nearly out before Garatt’s brain, tired as it was, realised how easy it would be to identify someone from that. And how very angry M’ayen would be. “..I don’t remember.”

Fire flashed in Cuylar's eyes.

"When I was a Candidate," he said as he worked, "my Candidatemaster was a man named M'ayen. And he left me to mourn alone when… when some very sad things happened. He left me to cry all by myself in my bed, because I knew he would never meet my tears with anything but… anything but this." He pointed to Garatt's hand.

"The only friends I thought I had ran from me then because they were in a place I couldn't go, and they saw my tears as… as poison compared to their own. And when I had nowhere else to go but home, it was the Infirmary that took me in. I don't care what happens, I will always make sure you have some place here. Because I know what this is like."

Cuylar finished cleaning Garatt's hand and then began to rub the numbweed onto his palm. It, too, was diluted from full strength, but still potent enough to wash away pain without quite the same degree of stink.

Garatt had jerked a little at that name, almost pulling his hand out of Cuylar’s in startlement. He was studying Cuylar in some puzzlement through the speech. Was it a trick somehow, to make him tell? Because Cuylar was surely far too old to have had M’ayen as a Candidate. 

His shoulders relaxed as the numbweed started to work, and he gave a little sigh of relief. 

“Did..” The question was hard to get out. “Did people hit you when you were a Candidate?”

"Sometimes," said Cuylar. "It was the way they thought was right to discipline people there, in that place at that time. Even some people who I thought were my friends would hit me if I didn't act the way they thought I should." He closed his eyes for a moment to collect himself.

"But not here. Not now. It shouldn't be like this."

“Did you..mind?” Maybe someone older would have noticed and backed off from this line of questioning. Garatt had yet to notice any effect it might be having however.

"It felt like a betrayal every time," said Cuylar. "I trusted them. I thought they were my friends, my teachers, mentors. And then they…" He sighed and closed his eyes for a moment.

"This is not right. And you don't have to put up with it like it is."

“...You trusted M’ayen?” Garatt’s tone held a hint of incredulity because some people surely, just could not be trusted. He pulled his hand back a little to examine it, experimentally wriggling it. “It stopped hurting!”

"Until he showed me why I shouldn't have…" said Cuylar. "I was a very trusting boy. But it didn't take that long for Fort to beat that out of me. It took a long time to learn how again. And I'm not going to let that happen to you if I can manage it." He grabbed a roll of bandage and began to wrap Garatt's hand, once he was reasonably sure the boy was satisfied with the wriggling.

“You promised you wouldn’t tell anyone.” Garatt reminded him of that anxiously.

"I won't tell him you told me anything," said Cuylar. "But I want to do what I can to make sure I can protect you. And that means making sure he can't retaliate against you, too. You know, you didn't tell me who it was that did it. Remember?"

Garatt nodded uncertainly. “If-- if he found out though,” he said quietly. “They’d all-- all of the ACMs believe him all the time anyway. And they just-- they don’t like me.”

"I won't be going directly to the Candidatemasters. I have my own masters who believe me. And they'll believe me when I say what I saw in your hand, even if I never tell them which one did it," said Cuylar. "Even if I never tell them which Candidate it was. If any of them admits they know, then they'll be as good as admitting they were the ones who did it."

“But they can’t-- they’re not going to tell all of them off,” Garatt said. Firing them was a thought too big for him. “So, they’d just.. Take his side. They always do.” He watched Cuylar work. “...also ‘m going to be the only one with a bandage.”.

"The Healers won't," said Cuylar. "And if the Healers don't, Kassia won't. Surely… she listens to K'ren." She did, did she not?

"You can take the bandage off. If you're worried," said Cuylar. "But I want you to keep it on for now. At least until you get back to the barracks."

A sharp intake of breath at that. “You’d-- they’d tell the Weyrwoman?” Garatt’s eyes had gone wide. “But she-- she hates Candidates! More than anyone! And-- and her dragon nearly killed one! She-- she told them to be mean!” Sort of. Probably. Something might have been lost in interpretation.

Cuylar shook his head. She might have said something like that. Something that someone like M'ayen might have taken for that.

"She doesn't hate Candidates. She might be upset about what happened. But that's not the same thing. And whatever she said, this is a bridge too far." He pointed to Garatt's palm. "This couldn't have been what she meant."

"I understand you don't really have any reason to trust me. But I promise you, I will be careful about this. And whatever happens, I will personally protect you if someone tries to hurt you because of me."

“Please don’t make them hate me more.” Garatt’s voice dropped back to a whisper. Some things clearly could only be discussed very quietly.

"I am going to do my very best for you, Garatt. I'm going to try to be for you what my friends – my real friends – were for me back when I was where you are now," said Cuylar. "My best. I promise."

Garatt wanted to believe him, he did, but he’d had adults say kind things before and then..change. He bit his lip, pulling his hand close to his chest again. It didn’t hurt any more but the instinct to protect it was still there.

“Then-- then can you wait until after the trip?” he asked softly. “Or-- or they might pull me back. And-- then they won’t know it was me, maybe. If I take the bandage off.”

Cuylar did not like that stipulation. But he could let Garatt have this, he supposed. Unless, of course, it came out that he knew sooner but delayed saying anything, and that was used against him.

"Have they done this to anyone else?" he wondered.

“I don’t think--” Garatt shook his head. “They just-- none of them like me. He doesn’t but--” He picked at his cuff again. “They were all, they, they were going to leave me with him during the trip.” Had they known? It felt like they all had to be in it together to Garatt.

"Is your sleeve bothering you?" Cuylar asked. As far as he could tell, this was typical M'ayen fair. He was disappointed to hear that others were going along with him, but he had that effect on some people… 

Cuylar was kind, but Garatt still flushed, dropping his sleeve as though it burnt him. “Sometimes I fidget,” he admitted as though this were a terrible crime.

"Oh." Cuylar smiled, relieved. "There's nothing wrong with that. I was just wondering whether you needed help with fixing something. I know M'ayen doesn't like to see fidgeting. Can't stand for someone to pay even the slightest bit of attention to anything but the back of his head, eh? Maybe, if it's hard not to do it where he can see it, we can figure out a way to do it without him noticing."

“None of them like it,” Garatt admitted. “It-- it was fine before, but it’s like now if I move they notice.”

"None of them?" It seemed unusual that everyone on the Candidate staff would be falling in behind M'ayen. What was he telling them? Cuylar knew he did not need a specific reason to be picking on Garatt – he was just The Unlucky One. But for the others to be going along, he had to have told them something…

"Are you sure you don't want me to say something? This isn't normal."

“...what if it’s just that I’m a really awful Candidate?” Garatt’s voice dropped back to a whisper. It had been a lot easier for him to tell himself that it wasn’t just him before it was - or felt like - all of the staff.

"What if being bad at being a Candidate doesn't mean you're a bad person? I was bad at being a Candidate. And I Impressed anyway! When I wasn't even trying to. Dragons don't care what M'ayen thinks about you. If one of them wants you, they'll have you, and it doesn't matter how good your essays were or how long you could sit still in a classroom," said Cuylar.

“No, I mean,” Garatt swallowed, not looking at him. “What if I’m just-- if, if there’s something wrong with me?” Because sometimes it felt as though M’ayen could maybe just see right into his head, into the lurking fear that had taken root when the dragons had defended their eggs. Everyone else had been able to see that it wasn’t the dragons fault after all. No-one else seemed to dwell on it.

"I'm a Healer – if there was something wrong with you, wouldn't I notice?" Cuylar countered. He was not going to let M'ayen win on this, if he could help it.

“..I guess? Maybe?” Garatt looked uncertain. “But-- I can’t do anything right for anyone else.”

"If your teachers don't give you what you need to succeed, then how can they expect you to do it?" asked Cuylar. "Can you concentrate on class if you're constantly worried about getting in trouble for not concentrating?"

“Everyone else manages!” Garatt sounded frustrated. “And it’s-- it’s not just them, I wasn’t any good at home either!”

"Everyone else can't sleep? Is trading in piles of work for lashes on the hand?" asked Cuylar. "I don't think it's you. Because I was where you are when I was your age, and it wasn't me."

“You can’t have been as stupid though, not if you’re a Healer.” Garatt said with certainty. “Because Healers have to be really smart, don’t they?” He looked again at his hand; newly numbed, freshly bandaged. “If-- if I’d just managed to catch up--” Then he wouldn’t have had to.

"You weren't meant to catch up," said Cuylar. "They kept you from it on purpose so they could push you to think you chose this." He pointed to Garatt's hand. "To think you're stupid. And they're holding the trip over your head now to stop you from telling anyone what they're doing. This isn't you. It's them."

“But my father thinks I’m stupid as well!” Garatt’s voice raised above a whisper finally as he hugged his hand to his chest again. “And my tutor. They-- they can’t all be wrong!”

"Why can't they? They all learned what ‘smart’ is the same way from the same line of people. Powerful people who decided that ‘smart’ meant people who think like they do. If they admitted that smart isn't what they thought, then they would have to admit that they're not as special as they thought, either." Cuylar folded his arms.

Garatt just gaped at him for a moment. It was one thing having an adult be kind to you and tell you they were on your side. Quite another to have another talk like that, as though they might be angry for you rather than just slightly pitying. And Cuylar wasn’t just another Candidate like Asheran; he was a proper adult, and one who looked as though he could be quite fierce in his own right with his arms folded like that.

Cuylar let his hands fall to his side, and his face softened.

"Are you all right?" he asked. He had not meant to scare the boy, but perhaps he had gotten carried away. There was… a little baggage there for him, he could admit.

Garatt nodded, still staring. That wasn’t exactly a scared expression, and he’d spent the last twenty minutes or so looking some shade of terrified so that was notable. That was.. Something akin to awe. “You really think that?” he asked after a moment in a hushed whisper.

"I can all but guarantee that," said Cuylar. He offered a smile. He had never seen anyone look at him quite like that, but it was nice to try to help a kid and not be shut down. He still felt guilt in the pit of his stomach over his inability to reach Kel.

“I never thought about it like that before,” Garatt admitted. He hesitated. “Is it okay..” he said carefully, because disappointing one more adult right now was one adult too many “..if I don’t want to be a Healer?”

"Of course," Cuylar assured the boy. "Just because it was right for me doesn't mean it's right for you." He smiled. Cremsden might be a bit disappointed when Cuylar told him he said so, though.

"What do you want to be?"

Garatt sighed. “Something that doesn’t involve endless studying?” he said rather plaintively. “I like reading just fine but.. But essays!” He sounded honestly despairing on that last word.

"There's plenty of essays with the Healers," Cuylar admitted. "And with the Harpers. I can't say I know for sure, but maybe there aren't so many with the herdsmen," he offered. "Or with the lower caverns."

“Yeah.” Garatt sagged a little. “No way my father would ever approve anything like that. I’m not sure there’s anything he even would approve other that..you know, dragons.”

"What would happen if he tried you take you back, and you just… said no?" Cuylar asked. He knew Garatt was not exactly an adult according to the law, and Kassia was not likely to want to cause a Political Incident, but. It was worth asking.

“I mean. I'd still have to inherit though, wouldn't I?” Garatt said doubtfully.”Unless you Impress you have to.”

"Hm. What if." Cuylar tapped his chin. "What if you were to… ‘suffer an injury’," he said with air quotes, "that left you unable to have heirs of your own? Maybe a runner kicked you in your business." He motioned to his own crotch.

Garatt looked to where he gestured and went pink, pressing his own thighs together instinctively. “That uh.. That sounds like it would hurt an awful lot,” he said weakly, not quite following the deception. “And-- and I’m not sure. I think if I don’t have kids then it has to pass to someone like one of my cousins after me? But-- that gets all complicated and stuff and I think it might need the Lord Holder’s approval or a Harper or something. They were talking about it in one of the lessons. Mostly I think one of our big jobs is uh, not letting that happen.” Which made it all the weirder that his father had been willing to risk his Impressing really.

"Well, we wouldn't actually let something like that happen," said Cuylar with a bit of a grin. That was what the air quotes were for, after all. "We would just send word to your father. Just a little fib so you can have the life you want for yourself doesn't sound like such a crime. I might need to get some help to make it work, but… it's worth a shot if that's what you decide you want to do. Shells, if I brought it up with the right people, they might have a better idea than that."

"And it sounds like your father already has an idea of who he would be expecting to inherit aside from you – if he sent you to Stand. So you wouldn't have to worry about that, either."

“Maybe.” It was a thought anyway. Garatt offered a small smile. “Do you still need to check me over?”

"I do," said Cuylar. "Is it OK if I touch your wrist to take your pulse?" He thought perhaps he had earned enough trust after having permission to apply the redwort and numbweed, but better to ask again after the reaction the first time.

A nod from the boy, although he still offered his right rather than left wrist. Even knowing Cuylar knew it felt better to keep the left one safe and protected in his lap.

"All right. Here we go. Just relax and breathe," Cuylar said as he went through the usual checkup. Even after their chat, the boy still had an elevated heart rate, and after the full checkup, it was clear that if he had not already been barred from this clutch, they would need to have a chat about it. But that aside, there was nothing so alarming that Cuylar would have to recommend he stay in the Infirmary for observation or the like.

He would still be recommending the sleep study if for no other reason than observing whether giving Garatt a safe space apart from the Candidate barracks made as big a difference as he thought it would. But that was not quite the same thing.

"OK. So, my recommendation is still the same. I'll be giving you medicine to help you sleep, and I'll give it to you a bit before lights out every night – including out on the trip. And then when you get back from the trip, I want you to sleep here at night for a little while so we can see whether there's any other problems we need to be addressing. Sound good?"

A nod and another of those shy smiles. “I can watch for your dragon?” Garatt offered.

"You can! Next time you've got a bit of free time, you can meet her so you know who to look for." Cuylar smiled and finished writing his notes. "For now, you should probably get back to your classes."


Re: Trying to be Subtle atten: Tamalack/Kalain

sailyn2
 

"There's no one to hear anyway," Kalain pointed out. He shook his head. "Nothing worth talking about." Or at least nothing  he could talk to Tam about.


Month 10: FF’s First *Between* Lesson ((Attn: Ko’ssen, Ry’len, & Keahi))

Rosiegirl
 

Ko’ssen was admittedly more than just a bit nervous about this lesson. It was a very important lesson, possibly one of the most important, and had the possibility of being the most dangerous. Not only that...it was the *first* weyrling class he was in charge of, and he very much wanted to make sure he didn’t lose a single one of the weyrlings, for this class *or* any future classes. 


So the WLM had been preparing for this lesson ever since these weyrlings’ month 8 interviews, doing everything he could to make sure that when it came time for each weyrling to go *Between* that they were having *no* issues. No behavior issues still happening, no issues with their lessons or their physical exercise, and *especially* no issues with anything involved with *Between* Prep (from Image Visualization to Image Sharing). 


It was now the end of Month 10 and he couldn’t delay this lesson any longer at risk of the green weyrlings of the class beginning to have their Flights before learning to actually *Between*. He’d done everything he could to make sure that these weyrlings were cleared to not have any issues with any part of *Between* Prep, and he’s also made the decision that the first *Between* lesson would be done privately with just the weyrling, the weyrling’s mentor, and him instead of in either the small group or large class setting. He didn’t feel like the weyrlings needed any additional stress of being watched by their classmates for this lesson. 


So, he set aside a day specific for this lesson, let Keahi know when she’d be meeting Ko'ssen and Ry'len out in the bowl, and even arranged for there to be food delivered to the barracks for the other weyrlings while they waited for their turn in the *Betweening* lesson. Once each weyrling had arrived, the trio of WLM, AWLM mentor, and weyrling flew straight to Arolos Point just a little bit outside the Weyr. 


Once there, the trio had all taken a good long look at the area from dragonback to have the visualization fresh in their minds before they’d flown a little ways away and then landed. Once on the ground again, Ko’ssen turned to look at Keahi with an expression not often seen on his normally relaxed and friendly face. Today, Ko’ssen looked stern and, maybe, even a little tense as he looked at the weyrling who was under his charge hoping that he could convey the gravity of this lesson. 

 

“You are about to take a very important step in your Weyrlinghood,” he explained. “Today, will be putting all the visualization you’ve been doing over the last several months into practice as you and your lifemate actually go *between* for the first time. You have just visited Arolos Point to take a good long look at it. Now, once you take off and gain enough altitude you will visualize it for your dragon. Once you have the image clear you will pass it to your dragon, who will then pass the image onto both Zerenth and your mentor’s dragon for verification. Once we have confirmed that your visualization is without issue, and once you feel prepared, you will be allowed to go *between*.”


Taking a breath, Ko’ssen continued with “Now, when you get up in the air I want you to visualize Arolos Point with as much detail as possible. Remember how it was when you saw it just a very short while ago, and put that image in your head. Think of the color, the shape, the relative positions of various things, the edge of the cliff and its angle to the sea. If, once you are in the air again, you feel like you need to take another look at Arolos Point then that’s more than fine. Please let us know and then go take another look so that you feel as prepared as possible. Make sure your image is as clear as possible before you transfer that image to your lifemate for them to then send to us. And then *if* we give you the go-ahead from that image, once you are ready to go *between* let us know before you go.” 


“If, at any point, you don’t feel comfortable going *between*, then you can wait. There is absolutely no pressure for you to take that step if you or your lifemate don’t feel ready. And after you either go *between* or let us know you need to wait, we will return to the Barracks where I’ve arranged for there to be a lunch delivered where you can eat with your classmates and catch up.”


“So, whenever you’re ready go ahead and get to the correct altitude and we will wait for your visualization image.” 


ooc: Feel free to just assume that Ko’ssen approved (either before or after making some suggestions on improving it) your weyrling’s visualization if you want to just go ahead and get to having your weyrling *between*. Or, if you want Ko’ssen to actually reply before you go *between* that’s ok too.



Month 10: FF’s First *Between* Lesson ((Attn: Ko’ssen, Virian, & E’thari))

Rosiegirl
 

Ko’ssen was admittedly more than just a bit nervous about this lesson. It was a very important lesson, possibly one of the most important, and had the possibility of being the most dangerous. Not only that...it was the *first* weyrling class he was in charge of, and he very much wanted to make sure he didn’t lose a single one of the weyrlings, for this class *or* any future classes. 


So the WLM had been preparing for this lesson ever since these weyrlings’ month 8 interviews, doing everything he could to make sure that when it came time for each weyrling to go *Between* that they were having *no* issues. No behavior issues still happening, no issues with their lessons or their physical exercise, and *especially* no issues with anything involved with *Between* Prep (from Image Visualization to Image Sharing). 


It was now the end of Month 10 and he couldn’t delay this lesson any longer at risk of the green weyrlings of the class beginning to have their Flights before learning to actually *Between*. He’d done everything he could to make sure that these weyrlings were cleared to not have any issues with any part of *Between* Prep, and he’s also made the decision that the first *Between* lesson would be done privately with just the weyrling, the weyrling’s mentor, and him instead of in either the small group or large class setting. He didn’t feel like the weyrlings needed any additional stress of being watched by their classmates for this lesson. 


So, he set aside a day specific for this lesson, let E'thari know when he'd be meeting Ko'ssen and Virian out in the bowl, and even arranged for there to be food delivered to the barracks for the other weyrlings while they waited for their turn in the *Betweening* lesson. Once each weyrling had arrived, the trio of WLM, AWLM mentor, and weyrling flew straight to Arolos Point just a little bit outside the Weyr. 


Once there, the trio had all taken a good long look at the area from dragonback to have the visualization fresh in their minds before they’d flown a little ways away and then landed. Once on the ground again, Ko’ssen turned to look at E'thari with an expression not often seen on his normally relaxed and friendly face. Today, Ko’ssen looked stern and, maybe, even a little tense as he looked at the weyrling who was under his charge hoping that he could convey the gravity of this lesson. 

 

“You are about to take a very important step in your Weyrlinghood,” he explained. “Today, will be putting all the visualization you’ve been doing over the last several months into practice as you and your lifemate actually go *between* for the first time. You have just visited Arolos Point to take a good long look at it. Now, once you take off and gain enough altitude you will visualize it for your dragon. Once you have the image clear you will pass it to your dragon, who will then pass the image onto both Zerenth and your mentor’s dragon for verification. Once we have confirmed that your visualization is without issue, and once you feel prepared, you will be allowed to go *between*.”


Taking a breath, Ko’ssen continued with “Now, when you get up in the air I want you to visualize Arolos Point with as much detail as possible. Remember how it was when you saw it just a very short while ago, and put that image in your head. Think of the color, the shape, the relative positions of various things, the edge of the cliff and its angle to the sea. If, once you are in the air again, you feel like you need to take another look at Arolos Point then that’s more than fine. Please let us know and then go take another look so that you feel as prepared as possible. Make sure your image is as clear as possible before you transfer that image to your lifemate for them to then send to us. And then *if* we give you the go-ahead from that image, once you are ready to go *between* let us know before you go.” 


“If, at any point, you don’t feel comfortable going *between*, then you can of course wait. There is absolutely no pressure for you to take that step if you or your lifemate don’t feel ready. And after you either go *between* or let us know you need to wait, we will return to the Barracks where I’ve arranged for there to be a lunch delivered where you can eat with your classmates and catch up.”


“So, whenever you’re ready go ahead and get to the correct altitude and we will wait for your visualization image.” 


ooc: Feel free to just assume that Ko’ssen approved (either before or after making some suggestions on improving it) your weyrling’s visualization if you want to just go ahead and get to having your weyrling *between*. Or, if you want Ko’ssen to actually reply before you go *between* that’s ok too.



Month 10: FF’s First *Between* Lesson ((Attn: Ko’ssen, Rebme, & Indali))

Rosiegirl
 

Ko’ssen was admittedly more than just a bit nervous about this lesson. It was a very important lesson, possibly one of the most important, and had the possibility of being the most dangerous. Not only that...it was the *first* weyrling class he was in charge of, and he very much wanted to make sure he didn’t lose a single one of the weyrlings, for this class *or* any future classes. 


So the WLM had been preparing for this lesson ever since these weyrlings’ month 8 interviews, doing everything he could to make sure that when it came time for each weyrling to go *Between* that they were having *no* issues. No behavior issues still happening, no issues with their lessons or their physical exercise, and *especially* no issues with anything involved with *Between* Prep (from Image Visualization to Image Sharing). 


It was now the end of Month 10 and he couldn’t delay this lesson any longer at risk of the green weyrlings of the class beginning to have their Flights before learning to actually *Between*. He’d done everything he could to make sure that these weyrlings were cleared to not have any issues with any part of *Between* Prep, and he’s also made the decision that the first *Between* lesson would be done privately with just the weyrling, the weyrling’s mentor, and him instead of in either the small group or large class setting. He didn’t feel like the weyrlings needed any additional stress of being watched by their classmates for this lesson. 


So, he set aside a day specific for this lesson, let Indali know when she'd be meeting Ko'ssen and Rebme out in the bowl, and even arranged for there to be food delivered to the barracks for the other weyrlings while they waited for their turn in the *Betweening* lesson. Once Indali had arrived, the trio of WLM, AWLM mentor, and weyrling flew straight to Arolos Point just a little bit outside the Weyr. 


Once there, the trio had all taken a good long look at the area from dragonback to have the visualization fresh in their minds before they’d flown a little ways away and then landed. Once on the ground again, Ko’ssen turned to look at Indali with an expression not often seen on his normally relaxed and friendly face. Today, Ko’ssen looked stern and, maybe, even a little tense as he looked at the weyrling who was under his charge hoping that he could convey the gravity of this lesson. 

 

“You are about to take a very important step in your Weyrlinghood,” he explained. “Today, will be putting all the visualization you’ve been doing over the last several months into practice as you and your lifemate actually go *between* for the first time. You have just visited Arolos Point to take a good long look at it. Now, once you take off and gain enough altitude you will visualize it for your dragon. Once you have the image clear you will pass it to your dragon, who will then pass the image onto both Zerenth and your mentor’s dragon for verification. Once we have confirmed that your visualization is without issue, and once you feel prepared, you will be allowed to go *between*.”


Taking a breath, Ko’ssen continued with “Now, when you get up in the air I want you to visualize Arolos Point with as much detail as possible. Remember how it was when you saw it just a very short while ago, and put that image in your head. Think of the color, the shape, the relative positions of various things, the edge of the cliff and its angle to the sea. If, once you are in the air again, you feel like you need to take another look at Arolos Point then that’s more than fine. Please let us know and then go take another look so that you feel as prepared as possible. Make sure your image is as clear as possible before you transfer that image to your lifemate for them to then send to us. And then *if* we give you the go-ahead from that image, once you are ready to go *between* let us know before you go.” 


“If, at any point, you don’t feel comfortable going *between*, then you can wait. There is absolutely no pressure for you to take that step if you or your lifemate don’t feel ready. And after you either go *between* or let us know you need to wait, we will return to the Barracks where I’ve arranged for there to be a lunch delivered where you can eat with your classmates and catch up.”


“So, whenever you’re ready go ahead and get to the correct altitude and we will wait for your visualization image.” 


ooc: Feel free to just assume that Ko’ssen approved (either before or after making some suggestions on improving it) your weyrling’s visualization if you want to just go ahead and get to having your weyrling *between*. Or, if you want Ko’ssen to actually reply before you go *between* that’s ok too.



Month 10: FF’s First *Between* Lesson ((Attn: Ko’ssen, Rebme, & Ez’ren))

Rosiegirl
 

Ko’ssen was admittedly more than just a bit nervous about this lesson. It was a very important lesson, possibly one of the most important, and had the possibility of being the most dangerous. Not only that...it was the *first* weyrling class he was in charge of, and he very much wanted to make sure he didn’t lose a single one of the weyrlings, for this class *or* any future classes. 


So the WLM had been preparing for this lesson ever since these weyrlings’ month 8 interviews, doing everything he could to make sure that when it came time for each weyrling to go *Between* that they were having *no* issues. No behavior issues still happening, no issues with their lessons or their physical exercise, and *especially* no issues with anything involved with *Between* Prep (from Image Visualization to Image Sharing). 


It was now the end of Month 10 and he couldn’t delay this lesson any longer at risk of the green weyrlings of the class beginning to have their Flights before learning to actually *Between*. He’d done everything he could to make sure that these weyrlings were cleared to not have any issues with any part of *Between* Prep, and he’s also made the decision that the first *Between* lesson would be done privately with just the weyrling, the weyrling’s mentor, and him instead of in either the small group or large class setting. He didn’t feel like the weyrlings needed any additional stress of being watched by their classmates for this lesson. 


So, he set aside a day specific for this lesson, let Ez'ren know when he'd be meeting Ko'ssen and Rebme out in the bowl, and even arranged for there to be food delivered to the barracks for the other weyrlings while they waited for their turn in the *Betweening* lesson. Once Ez'ren had arrived, the trio of WLM, AWLM mentor, and weyrling flew straight to Arolos Point just a little bit outside the Weyr. 


Once there, the trio had all taken a good long look at the area from dragonback to have the visualization fresh in their minds before they’d flown a little ways away and then landed. Once on the ground again, Ko’ssen turned to look at Ez'ren with an expression not often seen on his normally relaxed and friendly face. Today, Ko’ssen looked stern and, maybe, even a little tense as he looked at the weyrling who was under his charge hoping that he could convey the gravity of this lesson. 

 

“You are about to take a very important step in your Weyrlinghood,” he explained. “Today, will be putting all the visualization you’ve been doing over the last several months into practice as you and your lifemate actually go *between* for the first time. You have just visited Arolos Point to take a good long look at it. Now, once you take off and gain enough altitude you will visualize it for your dragon. Once you have the image clear you will pass it to your dragon, who will then pass the image onto both Zerenth and your mentor’s dragon for verification. Once we have confirmed that your visualization is without issue, and once you feel prepared, you will be allowed to go *between*.”


Taking a breath, Ko’ssen continued with “Now, when you get up in the air I want you to visualize Arolos Point with as much detail as possible. Remember how it was when you saw it just a very short while ago, and put that image in your head. Think of the color, the shape, the relative positions of various things, the edge of the cliff and its angle to the sea. If, once you are in the air again, you feel like you need to take another look at Arolos Point then that’s more than fine. Please let us know and then go take another look so that you feel as prepared as possible. Make sure your image is as clear as possible before you transfer that image to your lifemate for them to then send to us. And then *if* we give you the go-ahead from that image, once you are ready to go *between* let us know before you go.” 


“If, at any point, you don’t feel comfortable going *between*, then you can wait. There is absolutely no pressure for you to take that step if you or your lifemate don’t feel ready. And after you either go *between* or let us know you need to wait, we will return to the Barracks where I’ve arranged for there to be a lunch delivered where you can eat with your classmates and catch up.”


“So, whenever you’re ready go ahead and get to the correct altitude and we will wait for your visualization image.” 


ooc: Feel free to just assume that Ko’ssen approved (either before or after making some suggestions on improving it) your weyrling’s visualization if you want to just go ahead and get to having your weyrling *between*. Or, if you want Ko’ssen to actually reply before you go *between* that’s ok too.



Month 10: FF’s First *Between* Lesson ((Attn: Ko’ssen, Rebme, & T’son))

Rosiegirl
 

Ko’ssen was admittedly more than just a bit nervous about this lesson. It was a very important lesson, possibly one of the most important, and had the possibility of being the most dangerous. Not only that...it was the *first* weyrling class he was in charge of, and he very much wanted to make sure he didn’t lose a single one of the weyrlings, for this class *or* any future classes. 


So the WLM had been preparing for this lesson ever since these weyrlings’ month 8 interviews, doing everything he could to make sure that when it came time for each weyrling to go *Between* that they were having *no* issues. No behavior issues still happening, no issues with their lessons or their physical exercise, and *especially* no issues with anything involved with *Between* Prep (from Image Visualization to Image Sharing). 


It was now the end of Month 10 and he couldn’t delay this lesson any longer at risk of the green weyrlings of the class beginning to have their Flights before learning to actually *Between*. He’d done everything he could to make sure that these weyrlings were cleared to not have any issues with any part of *Between* Prep, and he’s also made the decision that the first *Between* lesson would be done privately with just the weyrling, the weyrling’s mentor, and him instead of in either the small group or large class setting. He didn’t feel like the weyrlings needed any additional stress of being watched by their classmates for this lesson. 


So, he set aside a day specific for this lesson, let T'son know when he'd be meeting Ko'ssen and Rebme out in the bowl, and even arranged for there to be food delivered to the barracks for the other weyrlings while they waited for their turn in the *Betweening* lesson. Once T'son had arrived, the trio of WLM, AWLM mentor, and weyrling flew straight to Arolos Point just a little bit outside the Weyr. 


Once there, the trio had all taken a good long look at the area from dragonback to have the visualization fresh in their minds before they’d flown a little ways away and then landed. Once on the ground again, Ko’ssen turned to look at T'son with an expression not often seen on his normally relaxed and friendly face. Today, Ko’ssen looked stern and, maybe, even a little tense as he looked at the weyrling who was under his charge hoping that he could convey the gravity of this lesson. 

 

“You are about to take a very important step in your Weyrlinghood,” he explained. “Today, will be putting all the visualization you’ve been doing over the last several months into practice as you and your lifemate actually go *between* for the first time. You have just visited Arolos Point to take a good long look at it. Now, once you take off and gain enough altitude you will visualize it for your dragon. Once you have the image clear you will pass it to your dragon, who will then pass the image onto both Zerenth and your mentor’s dragon for verification. Once we have confirmed that your visualization is without issue, and once you feel prepared, you will be allowed to go *between*.”


Taking a breath, Ko’ssen continued with “Now, when you get up in the air I want you to visualize Arolos Point with as much detail as possible. Remember how it was when you saw it just a very short while ago, and put that image in your head. Think of the color, the shape, the relative positions of various things, the edge of the cliff and its angle to the sea. If, once you are in the air again, you feel like you need to take another look at Arolos Point then that’s more than fine. Please let us know and then go take another look so that you feel as prepared as possible. Make sure your image is as clear as possible before you transfer that image to your lifemate for them to then send to us. And then *if* we give you the go-ahead from that image, once you are ready to go *between* let us know before you go.” 


“If, at any point, you don’t feel comfortable going *between*, then you can wait. There is absolutely no pressure for you to take that step if you or your lifemate don’t feel ready. And after you either go *between* or let us know you need to wait, we will return to the Barracks where I’ve arranged for there to be a lunch delivered where you can eat with your classmates and catch up.”


“So, whenever you’re ready go ahead and get to the correct altitude and we will wait for your visualization image.” 


ooc: Feel free to just assume that Ko’ssen approved (either before or after making some suggestions on improving it) your weyrling’s visualization if you want to just go ahead and get to having your weyrling *between*. Or, if you want Ko’ssen to actually reply before you go *between* that’s ok too.



But It Could All Go Wrong JP Kassia/M'gal

sailyn2
 

Kassia was pacing again. The herbs that Mariska was giving from K’ren were working, but not entirely. As the Hatching came closer and closer she wouldn’t be able to be given enough to stave off her anxiety without putting her to sleep and Kassia refused to take anything that would keep her asleep during the day.

So instead she paced. And waited for her mates to show up when they had time. She could have demanded that they stay by her side, but they had things to do and Foreth wouldn’t allow it. Now she was waiting for M’gal to show.


When Ozayith told M’gal that Kassia wanted to see him, he sounded odd, so M’gal hurried over to the temporary weyr. He barely gave the guards time to see who it was before rushing in to see her, and was out of breath by the time he burst into the living quarters.


“Oz...said...you...needed to…” He put his hands on his thighs and hung his head, taking great gulps of air, “...see me?”


Kassia’s eyes widened and she paused pacing. “I...wasn’t looking for that fast of a turn up,” she said. For once. “I just...need to talk...about things. Not about you. We’re fine.” She knew how those words could be taken.


M’gal took one last breath and laughed. “Trust Oz to get it jumbled,” he said good naturedly.


{{Face it, you didn’t want to talk to those guys anyway,}} Ozayith said.


“Though it did get me out of having to chat with some of the Wingleaders. There are a few who I’d rather not deal with.”


He watched Kassia pace for a bit, and started pacing with her. “So, what’s up? Babies are well? Foreth is well? You’re doing fine?” The Hatching Sands were still intact, so Foreth was probably fine. It really was Kassia he was worried about.


“Feel free to use me to get out of a useless meeting at any time,” Kass said, teasing a little even as she paced. 


Having M’gal pace with her made her lips twitch up a little. She reached for his hand. “I’ve been better.” She shrugged. “To tell the truth...I’m nervous. Very nervous. So many bad things have happened. I feel like there’s more. There’s always more. This is Arolos.”


He clasped her hand as they walked. Paced. “I’d like to tell you not to worry, but I can’t. Because, yes. You’re right. This is Arolos, bad things happen, and there’s always a bad thing around the corner.” He smiled at her. 


“But we always get through it. Every time. So, rather than worry, we need to look forward to the good things that will be happening. Right?”


“I guess.” She didn’t sound too certain. “It’s just...so many Hatchings have problems. And there are the two golds. What’s going to happen with them? This could all go so badly wrong.” She stopped pacing and turned to look at him. “Tell me it’ll be all right. Tell me that this Hatching is going to go perfectly.”


“This Hatching will go perfectly,” he said, turning and holding her hands in his. “Everything will be all right.” He grinned cheekily at her. “Now, tell me, am I believable?”


She offered him a weak smile. “I wish. I wish I could believe. I’m sleeping now but I keep having nightmares. All the eggs open up and they’re like Ilexeth. Or worse. Just heads and they’re screaming as they die. Or something crashes into the Caverns and they all get smashed. Or they all turn into gold eggs and the hatchlings kill each other.”


Hmm. Now, if she and Foreth had gone back in time for some reason or other, maybe that’s where her nightmares were coming from. But…


“What’s Foreth say? Has she been having any thoughts, dreams, feelings?”


“She’s nervous, but more about someone bursting in and destroying all her eggs.” Kassia turned to look at the Queen who was laying protectively over her Clutch and on alert. “I have a feeling it’ll be at least another couple of Hatchings before she allows anyone to see the Clutch that doesn’t need to see it. That really scared her. Anything that threatens her eggs is terrifying.”


“Well, I can’t blame her,” M’gal said seriously. “Ozayith was pretty freaked out over our two Clutches, and there weren’t even any gold eggs. So, yeah, I’m with Foreth on this one.


“And, while she’s worried, you’ll be worried too. You’re both feeding worry off of each other. You two are close--closer than you realize. Closer than you think. And you’re feeding into each others’ fears.” He wasn’t going to say paranoia, but that’s what it was starting to sound like.


Kassia squeezed his hands hard and looked around. “I just...I have this really bad feeling. What about our baby? Something could happen there, too. It’s happened before. Lots of bad things.”


And she was older now. “I think you’re going to have this bad feeling until after the eggs Hatch. Then, after the baby’s born. But your worrying isn’t good--for you or for the baby. Oh, Kass,” he turned around and put his forehead against hers. “I want to say without a shadow of a doubt that everything will be fine. But I can’t. No one can. Even if I were to Time it forward, I don’t think that would work either.


“But I would feel better if Foreth would allow Sh’ain and I to spend the nights here with you. We could rotate. Shards, I’d even be okay with having B’lin share in the rotation.” He wouldn’t, but for her he’d do it.


Kassia pulled back enough to nod and then pressed against him, pressing her face against his neck and talking against his skin. “I’ll talk to her. Maybe it’d make my nightmares go away.” Or at least she’d have someone there if she had any. “I need you near me.”


It would be better. He knew it, Sh’ain knew it, Kass knew it. If only Foreth would know it.


{{She does. But Kassia’s Hers. It may be jealousy.}}


“Tell Foreth that none of us could ever come between the two of you, no matter how much time we spend together. Just as you can’t come between me and Oz, or Sh’ain and Rhyth.”


Foreth lifted her head and rumbled, her eyes whirling with suspicion. Kassia could feel the ball of worry that had her lifemate clinging so hard to her and making her crazy in turn. She could feel her chest hurt like something wanted to burst out. Kass knew that K’ren would be telling her to calm down for the baby, but it was so hard with the worry of two where even one was overwhelming.


“Please, love,” she said softly. It wasn’t often that she all but begged her lifemate. She had to be so strong for the Queen, but even she had a limit and she was circling it. 


Foreth was quiet for a long moment. Then she said, ((Fine,)) with a grunt. It was as good as Kassia was going to get.


From the look on her face, M’gal figured she had received at least begrudging permission. He kissed her on the temple. “Good. I think it’ll be better for you if someone were here anyway,” he said. Something she could cling to.


“You may not get much sleep,” she warned. “I keep waking up screaming.” She squeezed his hand again and pulled him. “Sit in the Stands with me. She’ll be happier about your being here if  I’m not hiding in the temporary weyr.” And who could blame the nervous mother wanting company?


“Of course,” he said. He and Foreth may not be bosom buddies, but he knew who ran the weyr. “We can even get a book out and I’ll read to the two of you.”


“That sounds nice.” Distraction was a good thing. For both of them. And Foreth would never admit it, but she did like stories. She probably would have had some of the girls tell her stories if things had gone a different way. 


Kass walked with him out to the Stands. “Lunch will come soon. I can have them bring some books on the way in.” They were still monitoring to make sure she was eating.


“Good. I wish I knew an instrument, but I’m not musically inclined. So you’ll both need to wait.”  He smiled at Kass, and even waved at Foreth.


The Hatching was only a couple weeks away. Maybe once all the dragons hatched healthy, things would go back to their normally chaotic status quo.







Re: Right Place + Right Time = Loneliness (Attn: Any)

Alyx
 

"It's going pretty well actually. Cremmie is smart, and wants to please so most things have been pretty easy. I've also gone back to work part time. Now that he will stay in my room without eating furniture." She couldn't help a chuckle at that. That had to date been his worst habit to break. Not eating, or crushing her bed.

{Why not like? Tam nice, 'lyx nice?} The brown wher considered a minute, rustling his wings idly while he thought, and searched his human's mind a bit. {No, 'lyx likes just fine. Likes not trouble maker.}
--
Have fun with any of my characters. Alyx, Lerian (candidates), Vayka (Healer), J'hen, D'vik, Teyra, Cotai (Riders), Rotasta (AWLM)


Re: Isn't Arolos meant to mean surprise? {Jaseto, T'rif, any}

Kouga
 

"We're lucky and unlucky enough to have unusual things happen," T'rif agreed. "But still, two gold eggs is extremely unusual. Gold dragons are not usual dragons. A Weyr is likely to have at most five golds and those may or not all be golds of laying age. So we're looking at likely something like 40 gold dragons of laying age. Those dragons are responsible for all the dragons on Pern. The same dragons that save your life every time there's Thread. Without them, there are no dragons. As harsh as it is to say, any other dragon could die and there's not much of a difference in a grand scheme. A gold dies and so does the person meant to lead the Weyr and also all the eggs she would otherwise have laid. Foreth alone has laid somewhere between 150 and 200 eggs in her lifetime." <<
Jaseto frowned at that, well she understood the golds had the eggs,
but it seemed as if there had been something important about there
being two in training at once which had actually been her question.
"But what is so different about having two instead of just one now and
one later? What difference does it make to have two gold weyrlings?
Don't they get training just like the others? I know I've heard
something about them and firestone I think so they use the
flamethrowers like the ground crews don't they? But wouldn't they
train just like all the others except that?" though even as she asked
she was intrigued by the numbers. She couldn't remember the first time
she head he name Foreth, though it had been a bit, but if this clutch
was normal and had less than 30 eggs that was a lot of clutches. How
often did gold dragons have eggs? Hmm she may have to try and look
into it because this really would be interesting to know. Would it be
worth trying to get Tesser back this way every time there was a
clutch? She had heard the hatchings were made into big things...

For now she supposed since she had an excuse she would just have to
wait around for this hatching and find out what all did happen.

*Kouga*

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A Mission for Justice: Final Target- ACM 'Monster' M'ayen (Part 5) ((JP: Yalyra & Orsa))

Rosiegirl
 

Execution: Final Target- 'Monster' M'ayen


Arriving back at the laundry room with D'xon's and the riders dirty laundry that Orsa had delivered to, they again handed these baskets over to be cleaned before heading over to the baskets of laundry that needed to be delivered. It wasn't hard to spot the basket that needed to go to M'ayen's, it was a bit out of the way and the other candidates in the chore group were avoiding even looking at it, as if just the *idea* of delivering the basket to 'Monster ACM's' weyr would put them at the mercy of him on his home territory.


So, waiting until everyone else was distracted or otherwise not looking to notice a tiny candidate girl, Yalyra smoothly and silently picked up M'ayen's basket *totally randomly* and headed out, with Orsa right behind her with her own basket, and the pair of girls headed off for their last 'justice delivery'.


A final detour to another rarely used room, Orsa guarding the door, Yalyra donning those gloves and wielding that spatula like a sword, and ACM M'ayen's clothing was so very carefully dosed with small dabs of oil.


This time, with the fact that she'd reserved the biggest of the 4 bottles for M'ayen, and the addition of nearly all of the bottle that would have gone to dosing items in T'ril's weyr, as he'd been home and she'd not been able to go into his weyr, Yalyra didn't just dose *some* of the items in this basket but took the extra time to dose *everything*.


~ All shirts had been dosed right at the seams at the underarms, and just at the back shoulder blades (so that if the shirt's collar was grabbed for the shirt to be donned that it wouldn't immediately be noticeable with itching on the hands).


~ All pairs of pants had been dosed at the seam of the inner thigh.


~ Each pair of socks had been dosed at the heel of the sock as well as the toe.


~ And lastly, all of the pairs of underthings had been dosed right at the crotch.


When the girls left the room, the basket of clothes was again carefully and pristinely folded and as they walked they checked over each other's uniform just to be sure that if M'ayen happened to be there that he could find nothing to give them detention for regarding the state of their uniforms or appearance. Again, Orsa delivered her basket first and posted herself to be Yalyra's lookout a bit outside M'ayen's weyr.


And although her stomach was twisted into knots at this final clothing delivery, Yalyra didn't hesitate to knock and announce the clothing delivery, letting out a sigh of relief when there was no answer. After giving Orsa a glance, Yalyra slipped inside and saw the weyr was indeed empty. Just like with Talena's clothing delivery, before she put away the freshly laundered clothing that she'd already dosed, Yalyra took the time to dose some other clothing once she'd pulled on her gloves again.


~She pulled some of the ACM's other clothing from the clothes-press (carefully noting the order) and dosed those articles in a similar manner as what she'd already done before carefully folding them back exactly how they had been. Only then did she add the 'fresh' laundry she'd dosed previously on top of the stacks of clothes in the close-press before shutting it, like was normal with a laundry delivery.


~Then Yalyra had found the ACM's boots and dosed several pairs in both the toe area and around the ankle.


~The rest of the oil in this bottle, as well as a bit of left over from the other bottles went onto the bedsheets, spread with the spatula in different spots all over the sheets and furs, and even a couple touches on the pillows.


~But, Yalyra did something for M'ayen that she'd *not* done for any of the other targets. She found his towels and dosed some of those for when he dried off after a bath. She spread some out on the floor where he would step out of the bath barefoot, and some where it looked like he tended to step out of the bed barefoot in the mornings (stone or carpet, it didn't matter to Yalyra). She also put some dabs of oil on his end table, his desk, his desk chair, on the couch, the klah-table, and the chairs by the couch, the table and chairs, even on the handles of the cups in his small kitchen and the handle of his klah pot, and literally *everywhere* else she could think of.


When she was finished, she was totally out of the oil and she didn't think there was a *single* surface in his weyr that hadn't been dosed with the oil that was, thankfully, not only odorless but also invisible. Well, aside from the area that led out to his dragon's wallow and ledge, as the ACM's dragon hadn't done anything except happen to choose as a lifemate a sadistic, bully of a man who seemed to get off on the pain and humiliation of those weaker than him.


All and all, things were done quickly, silently, and everything was *exactly* in the place it should be, as if nothing else had been done except a *normal* laundry delivery. On the way out of the weyr, just like the other deliveries, Yalyra left now the empty basket she'd carried in as the next 'dirty clothes' basket to be collected and grabbed the current basket of dirty clothing to be laundered, like should be done at each delivery.


ACM M'ayen's clothing was delivered, and the plan for him was set in motion...


The girls, each carrying the 'dirty clothing' basket from the weyr they'd just delivered clothing to, hurried back to the laundry and delivered their baskets to be cleaned before rushing off to their next lesson. Instead of heading directly back to the barracks though, Yalyra hurried off to hide the materials they'd used for the mission (the gloves, spatula, and bottles) where the mortar and pestle and tea strainer was, so that they could all be thoroughly cleaned at a later date and returned to where they belonged without a clue to what they'd been used for.



A Mission for Justice: Target- ACM D'xon (Part 4) ((JP: Yalyra & Orsa))

Rosiegirl
 

Execution: Target- D'xon


The third time entering the laundry room was much like the first 2. The girls dropped off the dirty clothes baskets they'd collected to the clothes washers, then Orsa moved to pick up a basket that needed to be delivered to a weyr near ACM D'xon. Again, small little Yalyra was able to wait until no one was noticing her and pick up D'xon's basket, and then the pair of young girls were off again.


Another detour to another rarely used room, Orsa guarding the door, gloves being donned and spatula wielded, and another ACM's clothing was so very carefully dosed with small dabs of oil.


~ 4 shirts had been dosed right at the seams at the underarms, and just at the back shoulder blades (so that if the shirt's collar was grabbed for the shirt to be donned that it wouldn't immediately be noticeable with itching on the hands).


~ 3 pairs of pants had been dosed at the seam of the inner thigh.


~ 4 pairs of socks had been dosed at the heel of the sock as well as the toe.


~ And lastly, several pairs of underthings had been dosed right at the crotch.


Just like before, Yalyra made sure to fold everything exactly how it had been, leaving most of the clothing right on top but again putting a set of dosed clothing (shirt, pants, and underthings) at the bottom of the stack just in case, so that these items would hopefully be chosen when the ACM got dressed in the morning. With that done, the girls swiftly exited the room with their baskets and, once Orsa delivered her basket, approached ACM D'xon's weyr. Just like the other two deliveries, Orsa waited just down the hallway, ready to loudly ask the ACM something totally random if D'xon happened to arrive home so that Yalyra would be warned.


Yalyra, of course, knocked and announced that she was delivering the ACM's laundry as was expected, and smiled when, like Talena's weyr, there was no answer from inside. And her smile grew wider when she entered the weyr and saw that it was indeed empty. Before she put away the freshly laundered clothing that she'd already dosed, Yalyra took the time to dose some other clothing once she'd pulled on her gloves again.


~ She pulled some of the ACM's other clothing from the clothes-press (carefully noting the order) and dosed those articles in a similar manner as what she'd already done before carefully folding them back exactly how they had been. Only then did she add the 'fresh' laundry she'd dosed previously on top of the stacks of clothes in the close-press before shutting it, like was normal with a laundry delivery.


~ Then Yalyra had found the ACM's shoes and dosed several pairs in both the toe area and around the ankle.


~ Lastly, the rest of the oil in this bottle went onto the bedsheets, spread with the spatula in different spots all over the sheets and furs, and even a couple touches on the pillows.


All and all, just like with Talena's weyr, things were done quickly, silently, and everything was *exactly* in the place it should be, as if nothing else had been done except a *normal* laundry delivery. On the way out of the weyr, just like before, Yalyra left now the empty basket she'd carried in as the next 'dirty clothes' basket to be collected and grabbed the current basket of dirty clothing to be laundered, like should be done at each delivery.


ACM D'xon's clothing was delivered, and the plan for him was set in motion...


The girls, each carrying the 'dirty clothing' basket from the weyr they'd just delivered clothing to, hurried back to the laundry and delivered their baskets to be cleaned before picking up the clothing for their final target: M'ayen.


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