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Re: Hope and Fear (ATTN: Trifali/Kassia)

Jessica Freise
 

"If not, there are other hatchings."

To spite herself, there was a note of wistfulness in her tone. Slightly shame-face, she looked away from the Weyrwoman as she added, "At least, that's what I tell myself."

On Aug 12, 2020, at 10:17 AM, sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:

Kassia nodded. It was a good answer. "You have a good way of thinking. I'll miss you if you Impress, but I hope you do Impress."


Re: One Of These Things Is Not Like The Others ((Attn: Namieh, Kassia, Any Boys))

Alyx
 

"Nah, Foreth wouldn't kill him. He's just a dumb kid. But I bet he gets sent home in disgrace. He should after that stupid stunt. I just hope Asheran's alright. He's a good one, he was trying to stop that dumb kid getting hurt." Lerian shook his head in disgust at the antics of the younger boy and trying to reassure Garatt.

"I mean...you don't mess with broody queens. Everyone ought to know that. Most of the others are pretty friendly though. You want to get to know them, go to the lake. They love help at bath time."
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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: She's Always Like This ((Attn: S'nen, F'nel))

Steelsilver
 

"My type?" S'nen raised a brow, at the fresh insult, and in the back of his head, Sekerth grumbled. ((You should sit on him.)) the brown huffed. ((We rank him, even more so, now.)) 

"No. Not yet." S'nen answered, absently, some part of him registering the other's departure, but most of his attention on his dratted brown. --Now, where the shards are you, you lump?-- 

((Over here.)) Sekerth responded, sent a brief image of the lakeside, before the brown snorted and turned his attention once more to the green and her rider. ((I am certain Mine will tend my hide with all due dignity. I am a dragon of rank.)) He was rather proud of his uniformity. ((He comes now.)) 

He left off grooming Lileth, stretched his neck out a little toward S'nen. ((Mine! See this beautiful green I have found!)) 

S'nen looked up. "Oh you have *got* to be sharding joking." 


I'm Had Enough JP Kassia/Nayari

sailyn2
 

IC Date Reference: Set immediately after “But I’m Right!”


After talking to R’tal, Kassia knew what she had to do. She’d calmed a bit as she’d talked to the Weyrleader, but her fury came back as she had to trudge over to the Candidate Barracks yet again. She couldn’t risk upsetting Foreth by bringing in someone else to the Caverns, so the Barracks it was. The walk wouldn’t have been a pleasant one on a normal day, but being pregnant made the trek worse. Never mind her strange behavior.


Kassia was huffing and puffing by the time she reached the Barracks and headed straight for Narayi’s office. She didn’t bother to knock. If there was anyone else in there, they’d have to wait. Weyrwoman’s prerogative.


Finally a minute to herself. Maybe some lunch. With a sigh, Nayari had sent Vecna to the kitchens to have a small basket sent to her. Oh, and get some more klah going. Then she could… but whatever she might have had planned came to an abrupt halt as Kassia burst into the office. Immediately her stomach turned to ice. Shells, what now?


“Weyrwoman…” she said, in polite but tentative greeting.


Kassia wasted no time. “I’m closing the Caverns,” she said. Next to her Brogan leaned into her to try to calm her.


Nayari balked. “I’m sorry? You’re what?” It was clear that she was waiting to be told that something else had happened and she stared at the Weyrwoman in confoundment. 


“I’m closing the Caverns,” she repeated. “I promised the girls who passed that they could see the eggs and I’ll allow that with extra security, but I will not do further meetings so whoever I didn’t get to is out of luck. After that no one outside approved people working for me will be allowed into the Caverns until the Hatching.”


“What’s prompted this so suddenly?” Nayari asked, still trying to wrap her head around what in the world was happening. Yes, the woman had obviously been angry when she had last left her, but her punishment had been issued and it would be carried out. So where had this come from?


“I’ve had more time to think.” Kassia started pacing and she shook her head. “The attempted attack on me, the fecking idiots that went on the Sands, the recent lack of...of respect for me. I’m sick of it. I don’t want to risk danger to the eggs. I don’t want to risk that Foreth will eat someone. I’m stressed. I have the gold eggs to worry about. I’m pregnant. I don’t need this fecking stress.”


Nayari’s brow furrowed in concern. “Forgive me Weyrwoman, but I fail to see what the recent attempted attack has to do with this equation here. As far as I can see, that has nothing to do with the actions of three irresponsible Candidates, all of whom will be suitably disciplined for their behaviour - regardless of any sustained injuries. I can appreciate the concern you have, but that seems a rather obscure connection to add into things here. If it’s more discipline over the Candidates, I can assure you, I already have every intention of speaking to them en masse in the immediate future and making it perfectly clear that unacceptable behaviour between now and the Hatching is going to see them on an immediate final warning for expulsion. If you’re concerned about individuals going into the Caverns alone, then I was already considering numbered groups escorted by an Assistant Candidatemaster for no longer than a quarter candlemark at a time in order to relieve the stress of being stared at on Foreth.” Nayari had no idea if she was going to have any shot at changing Kassia’s mind, but she was shelled if she wasn’t at least going to try. Already she could taste the bitter taste of anger in the back of her throat. What were the Candidates thinking of late?


Kassia’s lips pulled back and she all but snarled, “My point is that I want the Caverns protected, whether it’s from an attack or stupid Candidates. My other point is that these Candidates need to learn their place in this Weyr. Seeing the eggs is a privilege and it can and will be taken away from them.”


If she looked carefully, it almost felt a little as though she could see her previous words disappearing over the Weyrwoman’s head. Whatever was going on with her, the twitchy pacing, the erratic thinking, it was clear that the Weyrwoman was on knee-jerk reaction right now. Nayari’s expression was neutral as she regarded Kassia. “Very well. I will inform the Candidates the first thing in the morning.” Inwardly, she was not entirely fond of this emphasis of her charges “learning their place”. Shells, that was a dangerous mindset to be getting into and then some.


“I’m sick of the disrespect,” Kassia said. “The next Candidate who doesn’t get that message will find themselves looking for a new home.”


This was a can of worms that Nayari did not want to be opening. And she was getting the distinct impression that when the Weyrwoman was like this, there would be no reasoning with her. No matter how calmly it might be presented. “I will make that abundantly clear to them,” she said carefully.


Kassia nodded. “Thank you.” The words were still angry, but she did mean it. Then she turned and blew out of the office with as much anger and energy as she’d come into the office.


As the door clattered closed behind Kassia’s veritable whirlwind, Nayari leaned back in her seat with a sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose. Now that the wher had left, Vecna reappeared with a chilly blast from Between, settling herself in front of her Mistress with an inquisitive chirrup. The Candidatemaster could feel an unpleasant blend of anger and embarrassment coiling in the pit of her stomach. In mere days, the Candidates she took so much pride in had let themselves and her down in phenomenal fashion. And whether she liked it or not, they were about to hear some very unpleasant home truths. Things were about to change. And not potentially for the well-liked.


= End =


Re: Party: Things Are Different Here. attn Kashara / Ronhim

kepheren
 

Ronhim paused for a moment, considering the idea. The thought nagged at him that if he talked to a mind healer they might hold him back from standing for worry that he was unwell. But maybe a little talk would do him well.

"Wouldn't they stop me from standing if I need to see him?" he asked.


Re: One Of These Things Is Not Like The Others ((Attn: Namieh, Kassia, Any Boys))

Laura Walker
 

Garatt hadn't wanted to look at the kid who'd been knocked across the Cavern but it was as though his eyes couldn't help themselves. His eyes sought out the crumpled heap of what had been a Candidate and he swallowed, turning his head away and letting Lerian lead him out, trying not to be sick again.

"Do you think he's.. dead?" he asked in a whisper.

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On Fri, Aug 14, 2020 at 4:07 AM Alyx <scottish.wolfecary@...> wrote:
Lerian had been in absolute shock that the boy had taken off across the sands like that, but hadn't been really surprised with Asheran following him. He'd expected that sort of thing from his friend. He'd almost gone too, but the boy next to him had gone pale, screamed, then stumbled a few steps to be sick in fear. Lerian walked over to him and pushed him gently over so his head was between his knees. "Just breath." He said softly. Then they were all being ordered out. Not wanting to miss his, chance, or to leave the other kid behind, Lerian bent down and pulled Garatt's arm over his shoulder. 

"Come on let's go get a drink or something, wash that taste out of your mouth yea? We can go see the healers if you need too. Some of them are real nice."
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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)



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Re: Come See the Eggs...If You're a Male Candidate atten: ANY/Asheran/Foreth/Kassia

kepheren
 

He relaxed a bit at the other fellows smile. Ronhim still had a bit of social uncertainty but the people at the Weyr were sure friendly and that helped to bring him out of his shell a bit. It felt good to be included in things, like simple conversations. That was something he hadn't experienced much back at the Hold.

"A big blue...or a brown....that would be grand," he said, with a far away, dreamy tone to his voice. "I don't think I would be fit for a bronze...and not sure a green would want to carry my over sized self around."

The last part was said with a chuckle. Though he would adore a green as much as he would any dragon. The complications of having a green though were there in the back of his mind as well. Ronhim had never looked at another man with anything like desire but a dragons needs had to come first he supposed.

"The pebbly one?" he asked, craning his neck to get a look at it. "It's nice enough. Not sure what will come out of it. What about the one with the skull face? What do you think is in there?"

All the while he talked Ronhim tried to remember who this other fellow was and his name. They had been in some classes or some such hadn't they?


Re: One Of These Things Is Not Like The Others ((Attn: Namieh, Kassia, Any Boys))

Alyx
 

Lerian had been in absolute shock that the boy had taken off across the sands like that, but hadn't been really surprised with Asheran following him. He'd expected that sort of thing from his friend. He'd almost gone too, but the boy next to him had gone pale, screamed, then stumbled a few steps to be sick in fear. Lerian walked over to him and pushed him gently over so his head was between his knees. "Just breath." He said softly. Then they were all being ordered out. Not wanting to miss his, chance, or to leave the other kid behind, Lerian bent down and pulled Garatt's arm over his shoulder. 

"Come on let's go get a drink or something, wash that taste out of your mouth yea? We can go see the healers if you need too. Some of them are real nice."
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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: Come See the Eggs...If You're a Male Candidate atten: ANY/Asheran/Foreth/Kassia

Jenna Cunningham
 

Asheran caught himself grinning at the other beefy candidate, in a way he hoped was reassuring and inclusive and not intimidating, and glanced back out across the hatching sands again from his perch, eyes trailing to the egg in question.

"At first I thought that's definitely a bronze in there, but... Now I'm wondering if it isn't a big blue. That's happened a couple times. There's an egg everybody bets on being bronze, and out comes this big blue. But who really knows, right?"

He lifted his arm, gesturing toward another egg briefly, blithely unaware that in no time at all he'd be staring at its twin writ in real time across the wall.

"I kinda like that one. Don't care what comes out of it, if it's for me or if it isn't, but I like the look of it."

It, of course, looked like a raw, open wound.

As if realizing this was a weird egg to like the look of, Asheran added belatedly, "And the pebbly one, too. I'd put marks on a brown in there."


Re: Come See the Eggs...If You're a Male Candidate atten: ANY/Asheran/Foreth/Kassia

kepheren
 

Ronhim almost didn't hear the question. So intent was he on studying the eggs, trying to glean what was in each, that he took a moment to refocus. Giving the other fellow a shy smile he finally replied. 

"Favorite? I could say all of them couldn't I?"

He couldn't help but chuckle a bit. 

"If I'm honest though that purrplish one that looks like caged lightning really speaks to me."


Re: She's Always Like This ((Attn: S'nen, F'nel))

 

F'nel glowered at his superior, lifting his chin and straightening when he saw the other man move. But then.. the punch he was expecting never came. Instead the brownrider had gone calm suddenly and it made F'nel squint suspiciously. What trick was this? "Only the ones that deserve it," he retorted. "The ones too big for their boots, using people like stepping stones. I hate your type." He sure *thought* he knew what he was talking about by the righteous anger still boiling in his words. 

Abruptly, his gaze grew distant while he spoke with Lileth, and when he refocused on the brownrider, F'nel went right back to glaring. "I have somewhere to be. You'll have to find someone else to crush for fun." With that, the greenrider stomped off in the direction of the lake and didn't even glance backward, utterly done with the conversation. 

Lileth trilled welcomingly to her rider once F'nel had come in range of the rocks, but she did not disengage from the grooming brown. ((You didn't hit each other, I'm very proud of you.)) She praised, stretching out beside Sekerth with a satisfied sigh. ((And you can oil me now.))

"Is that so, you big lizard?" F'nel's voice was night and day different when addressing the green, kind and warm. "And who is this guy then?" 

((This is Sekerth and he is taking care of my itchies. Sekerth, Mine is a very good oiler, you should let him do you as well. Then we can both shine.))

On Fri, Aug 7, 2020, 5:44 PM Steelsilver <theglitteryone2@...> wrote:
S'nen bristled right back, the ire and the insult to his rank (earned rank, shardit!) making the brownrider puff up, take a half-step forward. "You insolent-" he began, before visibly checking himself. No. He could do nothing to jeopardize his rank- it was too new, and he was still somewhat unknown at the Weyr. Still, his eyes narrowed. "Are you prone to getting into disagreements with your leaders?" he asked instead, his tone utterly mild.

No wonder the man had been sent here, if that was the case. 

((I can see that; you are the most beautiful of greens.)) Sekerth promised, even though the brown's memory was... limited. ((You will be glorious when you fly, and only the strongest shall hope to catch you.)) A brief pause, as he nuzzled her. ((I am as fast as I can be.)) was added, before privately adding, ((Mine! You may approach now!)) 


But I'm Right! JP Kassia/R'tal

sailyn2
 

Kassia hurried with Brogan from the Barracks to the Caverns. The guard outside the Caverns gave her a greeting, but she ignored him and stomped right up to Talith. “I need Yours to come. Now.” Remembering that R’tal wasn’t B’lin, she amended. “Unless he absolutely can’t.”


((I’ll call him,)) Talith promised, and things had been on edge enough lately that R’tal arrived within ten minutes of the summons, not even pausing to grab snacks.


“You okay? Foreth okay?


“Foreth’s okay,” Kassia said from her spot in the Stands. Brogan had his head in her lap, trying to calm her. “No, it’s these stupid Candidates.”


R’tal sat down next to her. “Well, they’ve never not been stupid before, so I’m not sure why they would start now,” he observed. “What did they do this time?”


“They have no respect any more,” Kassia went on. It was clear whether she’d even listened to him. “Between the ones that thought it was smart to go out on the Hatching Sands and then this one. This...girl. Ysolde. I’ve dealt with her before and her lack of respect of me. I was giving my talk warning the girls about getting to see the eggs when she got up and walked out.”


“Did you check why?” R’tal said. “I mean, trying to be reasonable she might have been suddenly taken ill.”


“Oh, I found out all right,” Kassia shot back. She pushed Brogan’s head off her lap so that her leg could bounce. “She was mad because Foreth let my family see the eggs first.” To be fair, Ysolde hadn’t actually said that out loud, but the implication was there. Nayari had seen it, too. “And don’t go saying she had a right to say so. Foreth wanted them to see the eggs. I sure wasn’t going to object and risk her not letting anyone see the eggs. I know what it was. She thinks that I’m somehow going to make it so that one of my cousins or daughters Impresses the golds. But there’s nothing that says seeing the eggs or touching them makes a difference.”


“It doesn’t,” R’tal agreed. “Honestly, with the way things are I’ve been wondering if this is a good idea.”


She narrowed her eyes at him. “Wondering if what is a good idea?”


“Letting them near the eggs at all,” R’tal said simply, and shifted a little, turning towards her to explain his thinking. “Look, we know someone tried something at the Gather. Even if they never try again, the dragons are jumpy. It was probably only luck no one died the other day..”


Kassia settled a little as he seemed to be agreeing with her. She’d had much the same thought after the Candidate went onto the Sands, but hadn’t want to deny the girls. But now...


“I agree with you,” she said, a little calmer. “One of these days Foreth is going to eat one of these stupid Candidates. Clearly they don’t have any respect or they’d never try to disobey me and the dragons. The pool of girls I even want near the gold eggs at Hatching is very small. Larger than just my family, despite what some people seem to think, but not by much.”


“Going on the way the Tiny Travellors went, I’m not sure anything we do makes that much of a difference,” R’tal admitted. “If ever there was a Clutch where dragons should have gone unmatched because no-one touched the eggs, it was that one.” He eyed her. “However. Also going on that one, there is a risk that if we let no one near the eggs you’ll get a high number of Impresses who weren’t even Standing. And gold eggs aren’t immune to that.”


Kassia was quiet for a moment as she looked out over the Sands. Foreth was currently curled up around a couple of eggs and hugging the Gilded Cage egg.


“I promised the girls with permission they could see the eggs,” she said finally, her leg had never ceased its bouncing. “I say let them see the eggs, but put a stop to it after that.” Harsh, but she wasn’t in the most lenient of moods at the moment.


“I’d suggest having extra guards around the eggs when they see them, just to put off any silly ideas,” R’tal said. “Did the boys actually get near the eggs the other day before things kicked off?”


“Not before, but at the end of the day after things have calmed down.” She reached over to stroke Brogan’s head. “They got their chance. They can live. I don’t know that Foreth’s going to allow anyone to touch them at this point anyway. I’d hate to have her eat someone.” If the last was a joke, it didn’t sound funny.


“Talith doesn’t really want anyone near them either,” R’tal admitted. “He’s still insistent those two were trying to attack them.” There was a quiet rumble from the brown on the Sands, as though to confirm this. “He’s not usually this..jumpy, but..”


“Sadly, this has happened before and I don’t want to stress Foreth out more than she is.” By now Kassia sounded almost reasonable, if still a bit keyed up. “So we’re agreed? We close the Sands after the girls who I’ve vetted see the eggs tomorrow?”


R’tal nodded, and then paused. “Eh. How much do you like your guards, Kass?”


That made her raise her eyebrows. “My two primary ones I like a lot. The ones I use less I’m comfortable with, but can do without.”


“What age range are they in exactly?” R’tal glanced to the closest, eying him as he tried to estimate it.


She thought she saw where he was going. “Kalin is 32. Kodah is 25, so theoretically in range for a Stands Impression.”


“I’d have a chat with him,” R’tal advised. “I know you like him, but that’s an awful thing to spring on someone without warning at all. And if they’re the only ones near the eggs..”


Kassia reached back to pull her braid over her shoulder, pulling on it even as she nodded. “I’ll talk to him and give him the choice. I’d sure hate to lose him though.” She sighed and made herself release her braid. “Thanks for talking this out with me. Right now everything sets me off. I’m so pent up. I don’t know, I guess I’m not getting out enough or something. I’m still not sleeping great either. I’m trying not to make stupid decisions on my own.” At least if someone else thought closing off the Sands was stupid, she wasn’t the only one who made it.


“Well. You’ll lose him for longer if he ends up with a dragon,” R’tal pointed out. “Unless you get lucky and he’s dragondeaf.” He patted her leg lightly. “Talk to K’ren about the rest.”


“He’s not, but he does have a wher.” She took a deep breath, trying to settle. “I’d like to think the wher would stop the Impression, but I’d really, really hate to be wrong.” That was a mess she didn’t want to deal with. “Anyway, I’ll see about talking to K’ren. Thanks R’tal.” Some days she and the Weyrleader fought like the Candidates they’d been talking about. And some days R’tal was her biggest ally. She appreciated the days they got along.





Re: One Of These Things Is Not Like The Others ((Attn: Namieh, Kassia, Any Boys))

 

It had all happened so fast. Namieh expected to be followed, she knew they would try to stop her the moment she was discovered. A boy's shouts rang out behind her but she didn't dare look back. Shells, he was going to ruin everything! What she hadn’t counted on was what came next - movement, fast and furious.  She saw the gold shift, heard a commotion start in the Caverns followed by screams, but Namieh had time only to gasp as the dragon's tail came swinging at her. 

The force of it knocked the wind out of it knocked the wind out of her, silencing her own scream that otherwise would have sounded. Pain exploded in her midsection.  Suddenly, she was sailing through the air! Namieh couldn't make sense of anything before her small frame hit the far wall with a sickening thud. The only movement was the ragged breaths taken instinctively. 


Re: One Of These Things Is Not Like The Others ((Attn: Namieh, Kassia, Any Boys))

sailyn2
 

Foreth had turned around in this time and at the arrival of the running man, her head snapped out, pushing her head between him and B'lin.

 

"It's just B'lin, love," Kassia said hastily, putting herself between him and her irate gold.

Foreth pulled back and settled back over her eggs. ((Someone go get that one that I flung,)) she said, not because she worried about the Candidate's welfare but because she didn't want the Candidate to get away. Talith had the other invader nicely entrapped.

Meanwhile guards were starting to arrive from all over, alerted to Talith's cries from nearby riders.


Re: One Of These Things Is Not Like The Others ((Attn: Namieh, Kassia, Any Boys))

Jenna Cunningham
 

"I could have stopped him! I nearly had him!" Asheran shouted in helpless anger as soon as he was dropped, and felt his legs go out from under him, abruptly jellied, sealing his fate to sprawl ass over end on the ground. He was breathing hard - panting really - and tears stung the corners of his eyes. He was soaked in sweat - not good post-workout sweat, but the sour smelling sweat of adrenaline and panic. He didn't feel panicked though, only defeated. The claw that caged him in against the hot sands confused him, and then put things into perspective. He was too emotionally wrung out to protest. Had he just watched someone die? Was the other boy okay?!

"Somebody should get a Healer, call a Healer!"


Re: One Of These Things Is Not Like The Others ((Attn: Namieh, Kassia, Any Boys))

Laura Walker
 

Talith leaned to drop the boy onto the Sands - not especially gently and from a distance of several feet from the ground, but he probably wouldn't break anything. Then he put a foot over him. ((He was trying to escape.))

"Kass!" It turned out that after an actual attack people did start taking safety seriously. At least B'lin did - he'd turned and bolted towards the Sands at Talith's shout of alarm. He arrived a little breathless and very worried. "Are  you all right?"

On Thu, Aug 13, 2020 at 3:48 PM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:

Foreth looked around. The Caverns looked clear otherwise except for the boys in the Stands.

((No more,)) she said. She added to Kassia. ((Get them out. All of them!))

Kassia was already on her way in, as was a couple of guards. There were extras there just to be careful. Apparently for this reason. She waved at Talith. "Don't hurt him."

 

"We'll take him from here, if you put him down," said one of the guards.

 

Kassia turned to the boys in the Stands. "OUT!" she yelled. "ALL OF YOU! Out or you're banned from the Sands."



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Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


Re: Did You Pass the Test to See the Eggs? Atten: ALL FEMALE CANDIDATES/ALL/Foreth/Kassia

Nutmeg
 

OoC: Continued from on-list beginning.


Luckily only a few minutes passed by before the door opened. Or rather was flung open and then shut loudly as the Weyrwoman came in like a whirlwind. She glanced at Nayari, her lips pulling back slightly as she debated whether the Candidate Master would make her life easier or harder. Then she looked back at Ysolde and her gaze was murderous.

 

"What the feck do you think you were doing in there?" she snapped. She stood still, but there was almost an energy vibrating around her, barely contained.

 

As the door clattered open and closed, Nayari inclined her head in polite greeting at the Weyrwoman. Her eyes however, narrowed slightly at the sudden demand, anger she could understand but she still would have expected a little decorum. Instead of interjecting, Nayari turned her attention to Ysolde who had gotten to her feet as the Weyrwoman arrived. The Candidate glanced at Nayari before turning her attention back to the bristling Goldrider.

 

"I was leaving, ma'am." she said calmly, meeting Kassia's eye. "I apologise if I caused disruption, but I felt it was best that I leave."

 

“You were not dismissed,” Kassia said, her words having a bite. She looked like she was wound tight as a spring. Ysolde hadn’t chosen a good moment to piss her off.


Ysolde’s own face was tight, jaw clenched and for a second, only a second, she almost let loose. But what would that achieve? Nothing, except maybe a deeper hole to bury her in. “Then I apologise for leaving abruptly and without your permission,” she said tightly.


“What made you want to leave?” T’rif broke in before Kassia could blurt out what was on her tongue. He recognized her state and was trying to avoid her doing something she’d regret.


T’rif asked the question that they were all wanting to ask. Although Nayari half regretted what Ysolde might say. She had already seen how quick the Candidate could be. Too smart for her own good, was that one. And it was going to land her in trouble. 


For a moment, Ysolde seemed to be considering her words very carefully. As well she should be. “I decided that it would be unlikely I would be deemed acceptable and therefore felt it was better not to waste anyone’s time.” Her voice, though still a little tense, had the defined note of someone trying to be honest. And doing their very best to keep their head.


Kassia narrowed her eyes, but at least she wasn’t yelling as she considered the girl. She wrung her hands in front of her. Some might have taken it as fear nerves, but it was really a way to release some of the energy pent in her body.


“You don’t get to decide that,” she said, voice more controlled now but with that hint that she could blow again at any moment. “I haven’t gotten to your name yet. Even if you choose to not see the gold eggs nows, if I don’t approve, then you don’t Stand.”


Nayari observed the tense energy rippling off the Weyrwoman. She had never seen her like this. She looked a second away from exploding. However, she kept the majority of her attention on Ysolde, scrutinising the girl carefully. The Candidate gave off the impression (no pun intended) that she was holding herself in. Probably so she didn’t really put her foot in things.


“I appreciate that, ma’am.” Ysolde said finally after several seconds of taut silence. “I appreciate that in these situations, there is potentially a far more… significant control on who is given permission to be anywhere near the eggs and make attempts to weed out anyone who doesn’t have the mettle.” 


Kassia didn’t believe her. The answers were way too smooth. That made her even angrier. She unclasped her hands, just dropping her hands by her sides in fists, but she made no attempt to get closer to Ysolde.


“Right now I’m leaning toward not even giving you the...the...the meeting.” Her mind slipped away from the conversation to imagining the eggs Hatching, to who it might go to, to who it might not go to. She shook her head, trying to keep her concentration on the subject at hand. “Why...why should we talk? Why should you Stand?”


It was taking every ounce of self-control to not stand there and tell the Weyrwoman that she was sick of her playing favourites. Every calm and measured response took careful pre-thought so she didn’t completely throw herself into the fire like a complete fool. “Well… I…” Ysolde began and Nayari leaned forward.


“I think it would be fair to say that Ysolde would be willing to accept that she would completely understand if you no longer wished to offer her the meeting,” The Candidatemaster spoke smoothly but shot Ysolde a firm warning look not to argue. Ysolde closed her mouth and nodded mutely, turning her eyes back to Kassia. “Yes ma’am. I would understand that. I understand it is a privilege and not a right to be allowed to Stand. Regardless of why I think I should be allowed, the decision is ultimately not mine to make.” 


Kassia slid Nayari a look that wasn’t friendly. She had a feeling the girl would break given enough questioning, but the Candidate Master had cut her off from pushing without completely pulling rank. She was coherent enough to know that finding good Candidate Masters was hard and she didn’t particularly want to make that effort on top of everything else.


“I want a written formal apology,” she said stiffly. “And extra chores. I don’t care if you have to do them around all the classes going on now, I want them done. And I will think very hard on whether I want to talk to you again.”


Nayari met the unfriendly gaze steadily. No, she didn’t know what was going on with Kassia but she also was quietly glad that she had come around the corner when she had. She looked to Ysolde, giving a small nod that she was to answer.


“Yes ma’am.” It was a small, straight-forward answer with no argument, no snide tone attached to it. Simple and to the point. Arguing was only going to make things worse. “I will ensure you receive the apology as a matter of urgency. I will report to Candidatemaster Nayari regarding the schedule for chores.”


“And I will be more than happy to document their completion and issue with a formal report as to Ysolde’s conduct during,” Nayari said as well. “Ysolde may use my fireizard personally to ensure that your apology reaches you and I can ensure it has been done. I will chase it up personally to ensure it is not delayed.”


Kassia nodded. “I expect the letter to come within three days. The extra chores will continue until at least a sevenday before the Hatching.” That was probably as reasonable as Ysolde could expect in that moment.


“Yes ma’am.” Another small, tight response from the girl who had the decency to cast her eyes down to the ground but Ysolde was still bristling with anger, pursing her lips together to stop herself spitting out any words that would damn her further.


“Oh, and one last thing I forgot to mention,” Kassia said. “You’re not allowed to see the eggs until Hatching Day...if you ever get to at all.”


Just as it seemed it was coming to a close without any further casualties… Even Nayari’s head had jerked around to look at the Weyrwoman, almost in tandem with Ysolde’s own snapping back up. The Candidate’s face was white with anger. Before Nayari could do or say anything, Ysolde had opened her mouth to speak. “Yes… ma’am….” Spoken through teeth so tightly gritted together, it was a miracle she had been able to be coherent at all. But it was out there. Angry? Oh most definitely. But it could have been a thousand times worse.


Kassia didn’t miss the tone, but she’d gotten as close to what she wanted without risking a real blow up. It would be Ysolde’s behavior from there on out that would determine if and when she got to see the eggs.


“Very well, dismissed,” she said. “Nayari, a moment please.”


Getting to her feet, Nayari glanced to Ysolde. “Wait for me outside please, Ysolde. I will walk you back to your room.” The look the woman gave the Candidate held no room for arguments. The girl nodded at Nayari, giving both Kassia and T’rifoshe a stiff bow before she left the office, the door closing behind her. When Nayari came out again, sure enough, she would be there waiting.


Nayari watched until the door close before turning back to Kassia. “Yes, Werywoman?” she asked politely.


Kassia took a moment to gather herself. Now that the Candidate was gone she wanted to unleash her anger on someone. Anyone. She held in check with the Candidate Master. At least for the moment.


T’rif inched around them both to let himself into the hall. He could keep an eye on Ysolde there and avoid witnessing the Candidate Master being dressed down.


“It seems to me that Candidates could use a refresher in how to treat people of rank,” she carefully. “Believe it or not, I’m being lenient. If the girl does what she’s supposed to, she’ll likely get a chance to Stand. I’m well in my rights to dismiss her from the program entirely, or even the Weyr if I really wanted to. A Candidate has a place in the Weyr only so long as it is allowed to them. Living here and Standing at the cost of the Weyr’s marks is a privilege, not a guarantee.”


If Kassia wanted an opponent to vent her own anger at, unfortunately all she would encounter with Nayari was an impassive aura of calm. If she was someone who easily ruffled, then she wouldn’t have gotten her job. “I am well aware of those facts, Weyrwoman,” she responded calmly. Her tone was low, deliberately so. The last thing she wanted was to escalate the situation and wanted this meeting to end as, well, as calmly as was possible.


“Unfortunately,” she began, “Tensions appear to have notched up amongst the female Candidates - particularly some of the gold hopefuls, when the rumours began running the Barracks that you had permitted members of your family to view the gold eggs before anyone else. Now,” Nayari continued to speak calmly but lifted a hand to waylay any interjectures until she was done. “That was entirely your prerogative to do so. However, I was not given any opportunity to establish any damage control to mitigate any further tensions. You of all people probably know best of all how anxieties amongst Candidates increase ten-fold when it comes to golds being in play. The claws come out amongst even the nicest, meekest of Candidates. I am not excusing the behaviour of any of my Candidates but unfortunately this likely didn’t help matters.” Nayari’s expression was neutral as she regarded the Weyrwoman carefully, trying to read her and predict what she might say but inwardly, she was suspicious of what was being said. And as willful as she had heard the Werywoman could be, it also seemed very out of character.


“I may have been the one to extend the invitation,” Kassia said, crossing her arms, “but Foreth was the one to ultimately decide and request that they come to see her eggs. Who am I to deny my Queen something that would bring her happiness after how fecked up the last couple of months have been to her?” Happiness that would get the gold off her back for a while.


“It was not my intention to stir dissension among the ranks through my choice,” she went on. “I would expect any girl who was worthy of Impressing would understand that they may not like a decision, but that they must behave properly anyway. A girl who throws a temper tantrum has no reason to Impress a gold egg.” She turned her gaze firmly on Nayari. “I have enough problems to look forward to with these gold eggs and who they Impress. I don’t need someone who would act out Impressing one of the golds.”


“And as I have said, it was entirely your prerogative to invite them. Especially if it was at Foreth’s request.” Nayari’s tone didn’t change in the slightest. “All I am saying in return, was that this potentially could have been avoided if I had known what was happening.” Nayari didn’t entirely appreciate that it felt a little that her point had been entirely discarded but she would still make it. “No one has stated that Ysolde’s behaviour was permissible, nor her punishment unreasonable. I have already stated that I will ensure it is upheld and keep you informed.” 


“I didn’t think it was necessary to let you know,” Kassia said, starting to pace. “Again, I expect that any girl who is worthy of a gold should understand my choice. Or at least accept it. There are a lot of decisions I will make that may not seem right that a goldrider will have to deal with whether they like it or not. The right to argue against me is a right that needs to be earned.”


Nayari’s eyes narrowed slightly. She didn’t believe that the Weyrwoman was being deliberately obtuse. “Given that it is well known that members of your family - who were invited - are themselves interested in Impressing gold, your actions have very likely been interpreted as little more than favoritism. Something that will strike a very painful nerve regardless of the colour they wish to Impress. You have extremely high expectations of a group of individuals who are, in many cases, mere children whose emotions run hot and cold in the blink of an eye. A heartbreak today is forgotten about next sevenday. But that doesn’t mean it is any less real to them.” 


The Candidatemaster paused, her face stern about the edges but her tone was still even and calm. “And no, you had no requirement to inform me. However, it would have been a professional courtesy so that I was aware that some Candidates had seen the eggs before others. Because I do know how their minds can work when they think their future might be hanging in the balance. Emotions already run high running up to a Hatching. It is myself and the other Candidatemasters left picking up the pieces when they interpret their dreams as dashed to pieces, asking themselves what they could have done to change the roll of the dice.”


“And what exactly were you going to tell them?” Kassia charged back. “I can’t help how it looks. Frankly, I don’t care. All that happened was they were given a chance to see the eggs first. Despite whatever rumors go around, there’s no connection to whether a Candidate who sees or touches an egg Impresses that dragon over anyone else, if that’s their concern. I’ve got enough problems without worrying about the feelings of a bunch of Candidates. They’re expected to be Weyrlings if they Impress and to act appropriately, why can’t I expect that from Candidates? Maybe they don’t need to be Candidates if they can’t live up to that.”


The aura of calm surrounding Nayari dropped in temperature by several degrees. It probably would have given a glacier a run for its marks. The firm set of her mouth thinned and almost imperceptibly, her back straightened, drawing her up to her full height. “As we appear to be going around in circles, Weyrwoman, I strongly suggest that we bring this conversation to a close. Lest either of us make a remark that we might come to regret.” Inwardly, Nayari couldn’t believe what she was hearing and the sad fact was, it had certainly altered her opinion of Kassia to some degree. Nayari stepped back slightly, a small and subtle gesture that she was ready to leave. 


“Unless you have an immediate requirement of me, Weyrwoman, I do have Candidates to speak to and a Barracks to bring to order before the Hatching.”


Kassia grunted and gave her a dismissive gesture. “Dismissed,” she said and waited for Nayari to leave.


= End =



Re: One Of These Things Is Not Like The Others ((Attn: Namieh, Kassia, Any Boys))

Aaron
 

And the struggling earned him a growl, meaty breath sweeping over him and Talith's teeth tightening slightly around his body. Not enough to injure - Talith knew very well just how little it took to break the delicate skin of a human - but enough to add slight uncomfortable pressure against the boy's skin. He had no intention of this one escaping.

((We caught them,)) he said to R'tal, to Foreth and to Truenoth. ((But are there more?))

Truenoth reached out as far as he dared without losing contact with or putting too much pressure on the eggs he guarded, his teeth bared.

((If there are more, I will... collect them. And I doubt I am so well practiced at gentleness of jaw as are you, my friend,)) he said, letting those nearby hear him ad well.


Re: One Of These Things Is Not Like The Others ((Attn: Namieh, Kassia, Any Boys))

sailyn2
 

Foreth looked around. The Caverns looked clear otherwise except for the boys in the Stands.

((No more,)) she said. She added to Kassia. ((Get them out. All of them!))

Kassia was already on her way in, as was a couple of guards. There were extras there just to be careful. Apparently for this reason. She waved at Talith. "Don't hurt him."

 

"We'll take him from here, if you put him down," said one of the guards.

 

Kassia turned to the boys in the Stands. "OUT!" she yelled. "ALL OF YOU! Out or you're banned from the Sands."


Re: Did You Pass the Test to See the Eggs? Atten: ALL FEMALE CANDIDATES/ALL/Foreth/Kassia

Nutmeg
 

As the door clattered open and closed, Nayari inclined her head in polite greeting at the Weyrwoman. Her eyes however, narrowed slightly at the sudden demand, anger she could understand but she still would have expected a little decorum. Instead of interjecting, Nayari turned her attention to Ysolde who had gotten to her feet as the Weyrwoman arrived. The Candidate glanced at Nayari before turning her attention back to the bristling Goldrider.

"I was leaving, ma'am." she said calmly, meeting Kassia's eye. "I apologise if I caused disruption, but I felt it was best that I leave."

On Thu, Aug 13, 2020 at 11:52 AM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:
Luckily only a few minutes passed by before the door opened. Or rather was flung open and then shut loudly as the Weyrwoman came in like a whirlwind. She glanced at Nayari, her lips pulling back slightly as she debated whether the Candidate Master would make her life easier or harder. Then she looked back at Ysolde and her gaze was murderous.

"What the feck do you think you were doing in there?" she snapped. She stood still, but there was almost an energy vibrating around her, barely contained.



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