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Hiya! It's me, baby guard, here to save the day. (ATTN: Any)

Jenna Cunningham
 

Ever since her leg had healed, Giselle had been going flat chat.
 
First, there was the running onto the sands incident, which had meant that everybody had been pulling extra shifts and stuff because, well, everyone else was busy taking turns guarding the hatching cavern, which meant that she got stuck shadowing the same senior guardsmen on the same old beat day in and day out, which was fine, except that they ran out of things to talk about after the second day, and it went on for sevenday after sevenday until the EXPLOSION, which was horrible, but also super exciting because then things had been so frantic and busy that she had actually got told to do real guard work, even if that real, unsupervised guard work was basically just standing in front of the candidate barracks door while the proper guards did investigative stuff and tried to search out rebel elements in the Weyr, she assumed, and then after all that there had been the hatching itself, which she hadn't been on duty for, because she'd specifically requested time off so she could sit in the Stands and cheer on her best friend.
 
And she had cheered, each and every time anyone walked a dragon off the sands, though the horrifying sight of one of the green dragons actually eating a boy had - had... sort of subdued the whole rest of the celebration, but even then, unflappable, rallying in the end when the remaining candidates were led back off the sands in dejected silence, she cheered extra hard, because her best friend hadn't been one of the ones to Impress and she needed the support now more than ever. She'd sent Bojo afterwards to find her bestie, showering her with images and feelings of love and support and how absolutely she rocked those ugly white robes, and then she had stuffed her brown flt full of treats because the image he had passed back on from Marica had been so warm and happy and trying-not-to-be-sad-for-the-sake-of-everybody-else that it had basically melted her heart.
 
And then, because one of the boys who had walked a dragon off the sands shouldn't even have been there, everybody had gotten a chewing out, which sucked, and now here she was, huffing and puffing, running around the Weyr at night, because a candidate or something had maybe gotten lost? and her sergeant had been all "Giselle, you're a teenager, you know ALL the spots kids would go to hang out, so go check those out" even though the candidate wasn't even Weyrborn, which meant HE probably didn't even know about all the old tunnels and closets where people would go sneak away to snog and stuff.

And while she was pretty - like ninety-nine percent - certain that this was basically just busy work to keep her out of everybody's hair while they searched forests and bog holes and probably feral wher dens, since she wasn't being creche-minded either she was sure as Threadfall going to do a really, really, super meticulous job about it.

So here she was, wandering through the dusty old places around the storerooms just after curfew, extra vigilant.

"Hello? Hello, are you lost? I'm here to help!"


Re: For Want Of A Horse Attn Tolfast

 

His office? The person Garatt was terrified by was an adult? Listening to the boy's tearful explanation of the threats made him bristle with anger, but it was glimpsing the caning marks across Garatt's hand that set his blood to boiling. He wasn't being bullied by another child, this was perpetrated by an authority figure. Suddenly Garatt's distrust of those in charge made a chilling amount of sense and he understood from where the fear of returning to the Barracks had come. The monster was inside the Barracks

"It's alright, lad. No dragon can see into your head unless he's your dragon," he tried to set the record right, knowing this much at least. "You can tell me. Do you know the name of the person who hurt you?" 

To comfort the boy with reassurance, he laid a coarse hand on his shoulder. "Don't you worry about Dara, it'll be our little secret. She would have enjoyed the exercise anyway." He managed a smile for Garatt's sake, but inside he was livid. 

"If.. if you'll let me, I would like to carry you down to my friends at the Infirmary. They'll take good care of you, and I won't leave your side." He didn't dare grab the boy without consent, but if Garatt's rear was in any similar state to his hand, Tolfast knew he needed Healer help.


On Sun, Sep 27, 2020, 4:27 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
"He said if I told anyone else his dragon would know." And Garatt had believed him, at least enough to take the threat seriously, enough for the words to be sobbed out. "I'm meant to be out of the Weyr or I'll have to go to his o-o-office--" that word was choked out as though too terrible to contemplate "--I-- I was just going to borrow Dara to get to my auntie's, I swear, she would have sent her back--" Though Faranth knew how he thought he might have ridden her, when he could barely even sit down. He hiccuped, crying in a breathless pant that left him feeling lightheaded and a little dizzy. "Auntie wouldn't've been cross, she, I never meant to get into trouble.."

He hadn't meant to show Tolfast his hand either but for the moment his behind was hurting enough for him to have forgotten to guard it, the lines and swelling showing clear across the palm as he waved it trying to explain.

On Mon, Sep 28, 2020 at 1:13 AM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
"No one's gonna send you anywhere, I promise." Tolfast addressed him very seriously, kneeling before the nigh-trembling child. He wanted so badly to pick the boy up in his arms for a solid hug, but doubted that this was the best solution. "They'll have to go through me first." 

Tilly, seemingly emboldened by her master's mood, let out a quiet little bugle as if in agreement. No one would get through her! 

There was no judgment in the Master's face, only deep concern etched into his lightly wrinkled forehead. "Can you show me where it hurts? Can you tell me what happened?"

On Sun, Sep 27, 2020, 3:59 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
"It--" There could be no pretence of being fine this time. Garatt was trembling with reaction, reaching around as though to rub where it hurt and then hesitating before he got that for because.. because touching it was going to hurt, everything was going to hurt, it hurt like something was badly wrong and maybe it would never stop. It felt like the only time hurting stopped any more was when they got replaced by other bigger hurts. "It hurts." His voice wobbled and then broke on a sob. "If I go to the Infirmary they'll send me back but it hurts!"

On Mon, Sep 28, 2020 at 12:50 AM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
Tolfast moved to the cookstove, lighting the stove from a tinderbox kept on the shelf nearby and starting to pour water from a skin into the kettle. He was quite ready to hear about missed essays, so when Garatt's shriek of pain met the air, Tolfast twisted around in surprise ashen-faced and wide-eyed. "What the-- Garatt, what happened? What's wrong?" The teapot clattered onto the floor with a muffled noise, dumping its unheated contents across the rug, forgotten as Tolfast hurried back to the boy. "Are you hurt?" He knew of the injured wrist, but that hadn't caused the boy to rocket off the chair. 

Tilly scrambled under the desk, cowering here at the shrill noise with her squat-nosed face peeking out from beneath only once the screaming had ceased. 

On Sun, Sep 27, 2020 at 3:39 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

Tilly wasn't properly dissuaded until the boy swatted gently in her direction. She didn't understand why she wasn't allowed to sniff this smell, a perfectly ordinary fact-finding mission to the little green that small two-legs objected to. She rushed around to follow when he turned the first few times, trying to circumvent his efforts to keep her away, before giving a frustrated whine. {{Tilly want!}} She complained, scampering to keep up on her short legs even though the pace was slow. 

"They?" Tolfast asked, leading the way back to the stableyard. Garatt's absence had been noted after his visits had become like clockwork, but there hadn't been any reason to suspect wrongdoing - until now. No others were awake at this hour save for the occasional guard on patrol, leaving this side of the Weyr looking very much like a ghost town without even a hint of the uproar happening on the other. "If there's someone giving you a hard time, all you need do is let me know their name and I'll make sure the CM's know 'em." He could hardly be blamed for thinking the boy's bully was another Candidate.

The gravel crunched beneath their feet all the way up to the corridor where Tolfast kicked his boots against the wall to shed the stones trapped in his soles, beckoning Garatt in through the wide double-doors. His office was only a short walk further inside, the basket of glows he carried providing the only light as the wall sconces had long since been extinguished for the night. 

"Here we go," he introduced, turning the knob and swinging wide the door that squeaked gently on old hinges. Modestly decorated, there was little in the room that set it apart from any other moderately-sized room in the Weyr. Rather than dominating the center of the room, the large wooden desk had been shoved up against one wall where it was buried under stacks of hide that looked disorganized, but held no dust which suggested they were exchanged regularly. A tiny cookstove had capacity only for a pot of water, though he rarely used it. There was room for two comfortable chairs meant for guests placed around a beat-up rug in the middle of the floor, the third was extraordinarily plain and tucked against the desk. 

"Take a seat, I'll get us something warm to drink. I've got klah, but I'm sure there's some tea around here somewhere."

"Got behind on essays," Garatt confessed shame-faced to the floor, still not entirely convinced this wouldn't trigger a new wave of adult disapproval. "They wouldn't let m--"

He was tired, and the chair looked comfortable and he hadn't entirely been thinking. Despite walking oh-so-carefully up from the stables to try to avoid pain it was easy and automatic to let himself drop into one of those chairs.

Oh, that hurt. That hurt and he hadn't been ready, bracing himself for it to hurt, ready to hold his reaction in. The yelp was close to a scream and he was back up more quickly than he had sat down, breathing hard, close to tears again because oh. Oh that hurt *so much*.



--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.



--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.



--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.
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Re: For Want Of A Horse Attn Tolfast

Laura Walker
 

"He said if I told anyone else his dragon would know." And Garatt had believed him, at least enough to take the threat seriously, enough for the words to be sobbed out. "I'm meant to be out of the Weyr or I'll have to go to his o-o-office--" that word was choked out as though too terrible to contemplate "--I-- I was just going to borrow Dara to get to my auntie's, I swear, she would have sent her back--" Though Faranth knew how he thought he might have ridden her, when he could barely even sit down. He hiccuped, crying in a breathless pant that left him feeling lightheaded and a little dizzy. "Auntie wouldn't've been cross, she, I never meant to get into trouble.."

He hadn't meant to show Tolfast his hand either but for the moment his behind was hurting enough for him to have forgotten to guard it, the lines and swelling showing clear across the palm as he waved it trying to explain.

On Mon, Sep 28, 2020 at 1:13 AM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
"No one's gonna send you anywhere, I promise." Tolfast addressed him very seriously, kneeling before the nigh-trembling child. He wanted so badly to pick the boy up in his arms for a solid hug, but doubted that this was the best solution. "They'll have to go through me first." 

Tilly, seemingly emboldened by her master's mood, let out a quiet little bugle as if in agreement. No one would get through her! 

There was no judgment in the Master's face, only deep concern etched into his lightly wrinkled forehead. "Can you show me where it hurts? Can you tell me what happened?"

On Sun, Sep 27, 2020, 3:59 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
"It--" There could be no pretence of being fine this time. Garatt was trembling with reaction, reaching around as though to rub where it hurt and then hesitating before he got that for because.. because touching it was going to hurt, everything was going to hurt, it hurt like something was badly wrong and maybe it would never stop. It felt like the only time hurting stopped any more was when they got replaced by other bigger hurts. "It hurts." His voice wobbled and then broke on a sob. "If I go to the Infirmary they'll send me back but it hurts!"

On Mon, Sep 28, 2020 at 12:50 AM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
Tolfast moved to the cookstove, lighting the stove from a tinderbox kept on the shelf nearby and starting to pour water from a skin into the kettle. He was quite ready to hear about missed essays, so when Garatt's shriek of pain met the air, Tolfast twisted around in surprise ashen-faced and wide-eyed. "What the-- Garatt, what happened? What's wrong?" The teapot clattered onto the floor with a muffled noise, dumping its unheated contents across the rug, forgotten as Tolfast hurried back to the boy. "Are you hurt?" He knew of the injured wrist, but that hadn't caused the boy to rocket off the chair. 

Tilly scrambled under the desk, cowering here at the shrill noise with her squat-nosed face peeking out from beneath only once the screaming had ceased. 

On Sun, Sep 27, 2020 at 3:39 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

Tilly wasn't properly dissuaded until the boy swatted gently in her direction. She didn't understand why she wasn't allowed to sniff this smell, a perfectly ordinary fact-finding mission to the little green that small two-legs objected to. She rushed around to follow when he turned the first few times, trying to circumvent his efforts to keep her away, before giving a frustrated whine. {{Tilly want!}} She complained, scampering to keep up on her short legs even though the pace was slow. 

"They?" Tolfast asked, leading the way back to the stableyard. Garatt's absence had been noted after his visits had become like clockwork, but there hadn't been any reason to suspect wrongdoing - until now. No others were awake at this hour save for the occasional guard on patrol, leaving this side of the Weyr looking very much like a ghost town without even a hint of the uproar happening on the other. "If there's someone giving you a hard time, all you need do is let me know their name and I'll make sure the CM's know 'em." He could hardly be blamed for thinking the boy's bully was another Candidate.

The gravel crunched beneath their feet all the way up to the corridor where Tolfast kicked his boots against the wall to shed the stones trapped in his soles, beckoning Garatt in through the wide double-doors. His office was only a short walk further inside, the basket of glows he carried providing the only light as the wall sconces had long since been extinguished for the night. 

"Here we go," he introduced, turning the knob and swinging wide the door that squeaked gently on old hinges. Modestly decorated, there was little in the room that set it apart from any other moderately-sized room in the Weyr. Rather than dominating the center of the room, the large wooden desk had been shoved up against one wall where it was buried under stacks of hide that looked disorganized, but held no dust which suggested they were exchanged regularly. A tiny cookstove had capacity only for a pot of water, though he rarely used it. There was room for two comfortable chairs meant for guests placed around a beat-up rug in the middle of the floor, the third was extraordinarily plain and tucked against the desk. 

"Take a seat, I'll get us something warm to drink. I've got klah, but I'm sure there's some tea around here somewhere."

"Got behind on essays," Garatt confessed shame-faced to the floor, still not entirely convinced this wouldn't trigger a new wave of adult disapproval. "They wouldn't let m--"

He was tired, and the chair looked comfortable and he hadn't entirely been thinking. Despite walking oh-so-carefully up from the stables to try to avoid pain it was easy and automatic to let himself drop into one of those chairs.

Oh, that hurt. That hurt and he hadn't been ready, bracing himself for it to hurt, ready to hold his reaction in. The yelp was close to a scream and he was back up more quickly than he had sat down, breathing hard, close to tears again because oh. Oh that hurt *so much*.



--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.



--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.



--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


Re: For Want Of A Horse Attn Tolfast

 

"No one's gonna send you anywhere, I promise." Tolfast addressed him very seriously, kneeling before the nigh-trembling child. He wanted so badly to pick the boy up in his arms for a solid hug, but doubted that this was the best solution. "They'll have to go through me first." 

Tilly, seemingly emboldened by her master's mood, let out a quiet little bugle as if in agreement. No one would get through her! 

There was no judgment in the Master's face, only deep concern etched into his lightly wrinkled forehead. "Can you show me where it hurts? Can you tell me what happened?"


On Sun, Sep 27, 2020, 3:59 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
"It--" There could be no pretence of being fine this time. Garatt was trembling with reaction, reaching around as though to rub where it hurt and then hesitating before he got that for because.. because touching it was going to hurt, everything was going to hurt, it hurt like something was badly wrong and maybe it would never stop. It felt like the only time hurting stopped any more was when they got replaced by other bigger hurts. "It hurts." His voice wobbled and then broke on a sob. "If I go to the Infirmary they'll send me back but it hurts!"

On Mon, Sep 28, 2020 at 12:50 AM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
Tolfast moved to the cookstove, lighting the stove from a tinderbox kept on the shelf nearby and starting to pour water from a skin into the kettle. He was quite ready to hear about missed essays, so when Garatt's shriek of pain met the air, Tolfast twisted around in surprise ashen-faced and wide-eyed. "What the-- Garatt, what happened? What's wrong?" The teapot clattered onto the floor with a muffled noise, dumping its unheated contents across the rug, forgotten as Tolfast hurried back to the boy. "Are you hurt?" He knew of the injured wrist, but that hadn't caused the boy to rocket off the chair. 

Tilly scrambled under the desk, cowering here at the shrill noise with her squat-nosed face peeking out from beneath only once the screaming had ceased. 

On Sun, Sep 27, 2020 at 3:39 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

Tilly wasn't properly dissuaded until the boy swatted gently in her direction. She didn't understand why she wasn't allowed to sniff this smell, a perfectly ordinary fact-finding mission to the little green that small two-legs objected to. She rushed around to follow when he turned the first few times, trying to circumvent his efforts to keep her away, before giving a frustrated whine. {{Tilly want!}} She complained, scampering to keep up on her short legs even though the pace was slow. 

"They?" Tolfast asked, leading the way back to the stableyard. Garatt's absence had been noted after his visits had become like clockwork, but there hadn't been any reason to suspect wrongdoing - until now. No others were awake at this hour save for the occasional guard on patrol, leaving this side of the Weyr looking very much like a ghost town without even a hint of the uproar happening on the other. "If there's someone giving you a hard time, all you need do is let me know their name and I'll make sure the CM's know 'em." He could hardly be blamed for thinking the boy's bully was another Candidate.

The gravel crunched beneath their feet all the way up to the corridor where Tolfast kicked his boots against the wall to shed the stones trapped in his soles, beckoning Garatt in through the wide double-doors. His office was only a short walk further inside, the basket of glows he carried providing the only light as the wall sconces had long since been extinguished for the night. 

"Here we go," he introduced, turning the knob and swinging wide the door that squeaked gently on old hinges. Modestly decorated, there was little in the room that set it apart from any other moderately-sized room in the Weyr. Rather than dominating the center of the room, the large wooden desk had been shoved up against one wall where it was buried under stacks of hide that looked disorganized, but held no dust which suggested they were exchanged regularly. A tiny cookstove had capacity only for a pot of water, though he rarely used it. There was room for two comfortable chairs meant for guests placed around a beat-up rug in the middle of the floor, the third was extraordinarily plain and tucked against the desk. 

"Take a seat, I'll get us something warm to drink. I've got klah, but I'm sure there's some tea around here somewhere."

"Got behind on essays," Garatt confessed shame-faced to the floor, still not entirely convinced this wouldn't trigger a new wave of adult disapproval. "They wouldn't let m--"

He was tired, and the chair looked comfortable and he hadn't entirely been thinking. Despite walking oh-so-carefully up from the stables to try to avoid pain it was easy and automatic to let himself drop into one of those chairs.

Oh, that hurt. That hurt and he hadn't been ready, bracing himself for it to hurt, ready to hold his reaction in. The yelp was close to a scream and he was back up more quickly than he had sat down, breathing hard, close to tears again because oh. Oh that hurt *so much*.



--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.



--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


Re: For Want Of A Horse Attn Tolfast

Laura Walker
 

"It--" There could be no pretence of being fine this time. Garatt was trembling with reaction, reaching around as though to rub where it hurt and then hesitating before he got that for because.. because touching it was going to hurt, everything was going to hurt, it hurt like something was badly wrong and maybe it would never stop. It felt like the only time hurting stopped any more was when they got replaced by other bigger hurts. "It hurts." His voice wobbled and then broke on a sob. "If I go to the Infirmary they'll send me back but it hurts!"


On Mon, Sep 28, 2020 at 12:50 AM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
Tolfast moved to the cookstove, lighting the stove from a tinderbox kept on the shelf nearby and starting to pour water from a skin into the kettle. He was quite ready to hear about missed essays, so when Garatt's shriek of pain met the air, Tolfast twisted around in surprise ashen-faced and wide-eyed. "What the-- Garatt, what happened? What's wrong?" The teapot clattered onto the floor with a muffled noise, dumping its unheated contents across the rug, forgotten as Tolfast hurried back to the boy. "Are you hurt?" He knew of the injured wrist, but that hadn't caused the boy to rocket off the chair. 

Tilly scrambled under the desk, cowering here at the shrill noise with her squat-nosed face peeking out from beneath only once the screaming had ceased. 

On Sun, Sep 27, 2020 at 3:39 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

Tilly wasn't properly dissuaded until the boy swatted gently in her direction. She didn't understand why she wasn't allowed to sniff this smell, a perfectly ordinary fact-finding mission to the little green that small two-legs objected to. She rushed around to follow when he turned the first few times, trying to circumvent his efforts to keep her away, before giving a frustrated whine. {{Tilly want!}} She complained, scampering to keep up on her short legs even though the pace was slow. 

"They?" Tolfast asked, leading the way back to the stableyard. Garatt's absence had been noted after his visits had become like clockwork, but there hadn't been any reason to suspect wrongdoing - until now. No others were awake at this hour save for the occasional guard on patrol, leaving this side of the Weyr looking very much like a ghost town without even a hint of the uproar happening on the other. "If there's someone giving you a hard time, all you need do is let me know their name and I'll make sure the CM's know 'em." He could hardly be blamed for thinking the boy's bully was another Candidate.

The gravel crunched beneath their feet all the way up to the corridor where Tolfast kicked his boots against the wall to shed the stones trapped in his soles, beckoning Garatt in through the wide double-doors. His office was only a short walk further inside, the basket of glows he carried providing the only light as the wall sconces had long since been extinguished for the night. 

"Here we go," he introduced, turning the knob and swinging wide the door that squeaked gently on old hinges. Modestly decorated, there was little in the room that set it apart from any other moderately-sized room in the Weyr. Rather than dominating the center of the room, the large wooden desk had been shoved up against one wall where it was buried under stacks of hide that looked disorganized, but held no dust which suggested they were exchanged regularly. A tiny cookstove had capacity only for a pot of water, though he rarely used it. There was room for two comfortable chairs meant for guests placed around a beat-up rug in the middle of the floor, the third was extraordinarily plain and tucked against the desk. 

"Take a seat, I'll get us something warm to drink. I've got klah, but I'm sure there's some tea around here somewhere."

"Got behind on essays," Garatt confessed shame-faced to the floor, still not entirely convinced this wouldn't trigger a new wave of adult disapproval. "They wouldn't let m--"

He was tired, and the chair looked comfortable and he hadn't entirely been thinking. Despite walking oh-so-carefully up from the stables to try to avoid pain it was easy and automatic to let himself drop into one of those chairs.

Oh, that hurt. That hurt and he hadn't been ready, bracing himself for it to hurt, ready to hold his reaction in. The yelp was close to a scream and he was back up more quickly than he had sat down, breathing hard, close to tears again because oh. Oh that hurt *so much*.



--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.



--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


Re: For Want Of A Horse Attn Tolfast

 

Tolfast moved to the cookstove, lighting the stove from a tinderbox kept on the shelf nearby and starting to pour water from a skin into the kettle. He was quite ready to hear about missed essays, so when Garatt's shriek of pain met the air, Tolfast twisted around in surprise ashen-faced and wide-eyed. "What the-- Garatt, what happened? What's wrong?" The teapot clattered onto the floor with a muffled noise, dumping its unheated contents across the rug, forgotten as Tolfast hurried back to the boy. "Are you hurt?" He knew of the injured wrist, but that hadn't caused the boy to rocket off the chair. 

Tilly scrambled under the desk, cowering here at the shrill noise with her squat-nosed face peeking out from beneath only once the screaming had ceased. 

On Sun, Sep 27, 2020 at 3:39 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

Tilly wasn't properly dissuaded until the boy swatted gently in her direction. She didn't understand why she wasn't allowed to sniff this smell, a perfectly ordinary fact-finding mission to the little green that small two-legs objected to. She rushed around to follow when he turned the first few times, trying to circumvent his efforts to keep her away, before giving a frustrated whine. {{Tilly want!}} She complained, scampering to keep up on her short legs even though the pace was slow. 

"They?" Tolfast asked, leading the way back to the stableyard. Garatt's absence had been noted after his visits had become like clockwork, but there hadn't been any reason to suspect wrongdoing - until now. No others were awake at this hour save for the occasional guard on patrol, leaving this side of the Weyr looking very much like a ghost town without even a hint of the uproar happening on the other. "If there's someone giving you a hard time, all you need do is let me know their name and I'll make sure the CM's know 'em." He could hardly be blamed for thinking the boy's bully was another Candidate.

The gravel crunched beneath their feet all the way up to the corridor where Tolfast kicked his boots against the wall to shed the stones trapped in his soles, beckoning Garatt in through the wide double-doors. His office was only a short walk further inside, the basket of glows he carried providing the only light as the wall sconces had long since been extinguished for the night. 

"Here we go," he introduced, turning the knob and swinging wide the door that squeaked gently on old hinges. Modestly decorated, there was little in the room that set it apart from any other moderately-sized room in the Weyr. Rather than dominating the center of the room, the large wooden desk had been shoved up against one wall where it was buried under stacks of hide that looked disorganized, but held no dust which suggested they were exchanged regularly. A tiny cookstove had capacity only for a pot of water, though he rarely used it. There was room for two comfortable chairs meant for guests placed around a beat-up rug in the middle of the floor, the third was extraordinarily plain and tucked against the desk. 

"Take a seat, I'll get us something warm to drink. I've got klah, but I'm sure there's some tea around here somewhere."

"Got behind on essays," Garatt confessed shame-faced to the floor, still not entirely convinced this wouldn't trigger a new wave of adult disapproval. "They wouldn't let m--"

He was tired, and the chair looked comfortable and he hadn't entirely been thinking. Despite walking oh-so-carefully up from the stables to try to avoid pain it was easy and automatic to let himself drop into one of those chairs.

Oh, that hurt. That hurt and he hadn't been ready, bracing himself for it to hurt, ready to hold his reaction in. The yelp was close to a scream and he was back up more quickly than he had sat down, breathing hard, close to tears again because oh. Oh that hurt *so much*.



--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


Re: For Want Of A Horse Attn Tolfast

Laura Walker
 


Tilly wasn't properly dissuaded until the boy swatted gently in her direction. She didn't understand why she wasn't allowed to sniff this smell, a perfectly ordinary fact-finding mission to the little green that small two-legs objected to. She rushed around to follow when he turned the first few times, trying to circumvent his efforts to keep her away, before giving a frustrated whine. {{Tilly want!}} She complained, scampering to keep up on her short legs even though the pace was slow. 

"They?" Tolfast asked, leading the way back to the stableyard. Garatt's absence had been noted after his visits had become like clockwork, but there hadn't been any reason to suspect wrongdoing - until now. No others were awake at this hour save for the occasional guard on patrol, leaving this side of the Weyr looking very much like a ghost town without even a hint of the uproar happening on the other. "If there's someone giving you a hard time, all you need do is let me know their name and I'll make sure the CM's know 'em." He could hardly be blamed for thinking the boy's bully was another Candidate.

The gravel crunched beneath their feet all the way up to the corridor where Tolfast kicked his boots against the wall to shed the stones trapped in his soles, beckoning Garatt in through the wide double-doors. His office was only a short walk further inside, the basket of glows he carried providing the only light as the wall sconces had long since been extinguished for the night. 

"Here we go," he introduced, turning the knob and swinging wide the door that squeaked gently on old hinges. Modestly decorated, there was little in the room that set it apart from any other moderately-sized room in the Weyr. Rather than dominating the center of the room, the large wooden desk had been shoved up against one wall where it was buried under stacks of hide that looked disorganized, but held no dust which suggested they were exchanged regularly. A tiny cookstove had capacity only for a pot of water, though he rarely used it. There was room for two comfortable chairs meant for guests placed around a beat-up rug in the middle of the floor, the third was extraordinarily plain and tucked against the desk. 

"Take a seat, I'll get us something warm to drink. I've got klah, but I'm sure there's some tea around here somewhere."

"Got behind on essays," Garatt confessed shame-faced to the floor, still not entirely convinced this wouldn't trigger a new wave of adult disapproval. "They wouldn't let m--"

He was tired, and the chair looked comfortable and he hadn't entirely been thinking. Despite walking oh-so-carefully up from the stables to try to avoid pain it was easy and automatic to let himself drop into one of those chairs.

Oh, that hurt. That hurt and he hadn't been ready, bracing himself for it to hurt, ready to hold his reaction in. The yelp was close to a scream and he was back up more quickly than he had sat down, breathing hard, close to tears again because oh. Oh that hurt *so much*.



--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


Re: For Want Of A Horse Attn Tolfast

 

Tilly wasn't properly dissuaded until the boy swatted gently in her direction. She didn't understand why she wasn't allowed to sniff this smell, a perfectly ordinary fact-finding mission to the little green that small two-legs objected to. She rushed around to follow when he turned the first few times, trying to circumvent his efforts to keep her away, before giving a frustrated whine. {{Tilly want!}} She complained, scampering to keep up on her short legs even though the pace was slow. 

"They?" Tolfast asked, leading the way back to the stableyard. Garatt's absence had been noted after his visits had become like clockwork, but there hadn't been any reason to suspect wrongdoing - until now. No others were awake at this hour save for the occasional guard on patrol, leaving this side of the Weyr looking very much like a ghost town without even a hint of the uproar happening on the other. "If there's someone giving you a hard time, all you need do is let me know their name and I'll make sure the CM's know 'em." He could hardly be blamed for thinking the boy's bully was another Candidate.

The gravel crunched beneath their feet all the way up to the corridor where Tolfast kicked his boots against the wall to shed the stones trapped in his soles, beckoning Garatt in through the wide double-doors. His office was only a short walk further inside, the basket of glows he carried providing the only light as the wall sconces had long since been extinguished for the night. 

"Here we go," he introduced, turning the knob and swinging wide the door that squeaked gently on old hinges. Modestly decorated, there was little in the room that set it apart from any other moderately-sized room in the Weyr. Rather than dominating the center of the room, the large wooden desk had been shoved up against one wall where it was buried under stacks of hide that looked disorganized, but held no dust which suggested they were exchanged regularly. A tiny cookstove had capacity only for a pot of water, though he rarely used it. There was room for two comfortable chairs meant for guests placed around a beat-up rug in the middle of the floor, the third was extraordinarily plain and tucked against the desk. 

"Take a seat, I'll get us something warm to drink. I've got klah, but I'm sure there's some tea around here somewhere."

On Thu, Sep 24, 2020 at 4:51 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
"Don't, Tilly!" Garatt tolerated her snuffling at his hand as long as she didn't press too hard but flinched when she ran around, turning a little to try to keep facing her, warding her away a little with his left hand. "It's.. not nice to sniff there." As though a wher might care. 

He ducked his head at Tolfast's question. "They wouldn't let me come for a bit." Too many detentions and adults were funny. If they knew you were in trouble with one they started backing each other up. 



Tilly was overjoyed for the attention, dancing in place with her forelegs and thick, little tail wagging in the manner she'd learned from growing-up around Shep. No food was fine because pets were to be had! Her senses were keen, though, and the hand that patted her head carried with it a scent she didn't recognize. 

Without any tact whatsoever, Tilly pulled back, but only so she could press her nose up into Garatt's fingers with curious sniffing. {{What this?}} She asked, signaling with her muzzle. {{Smelly. Smelly smell.}} The wher stopped briefly in her tracks, darting around behind Garatt to snuffle at his backside. The scent was here as well! 

Tolfast watched Garatt's hesitant gate with growing concern, running through his mind the worst reasons that might injure a boy in this fashion. Shards, what had been done to him? He consciously slowed his steps, allowing Garatt to take the time he needed without putting distance between them. He had so many questions, none of which would do any good to ask right then. "How long has it been since I seen you out here last?" Casual talk. 


On Thu, Sep 24, 2020, 4:18 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
"Sorry," Garatt apologised to her. "I gave it all to Felix."

He was moving carefully as he followed Tolfast. He'd got this far mostly because he had to, because if he stopped to think about it and didn't the consequences were too hard to be worth bearing. Now things were different and he could feel it. The slight rub of his pants as he walked, a painful sore spot or three where the seam crossed one of the cane-marks and pressed against it, a painful pull of material which had stuck while a weal was bleeding a little and now tugged on it with every step. It meant he walked oddly, testing each step before he commited to it -- was this going to hurt more if he set his foot down fully or was it easier to move on the half-step before his heel was down?

Tilly caused some difficulties. He wanted to pet her, but grasping his bag with his sore hand was.. no, that would hurt. Very cautiously, ready to pull it away if she pressed against it, he patted the top of her head with his left hand. 

On Fri, Sep 25, 2020 at 1:06 AM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
Tolfast immediately felt a wave of relief even if Garatt's agreement had required coaxing, and the smile that then lit his bearded face was broadly genuine. He didn't bother offering to carry the bag, reading the possessive signal. Perhaps the boy feared it might be taken away - was something in the bag the root of his trouble? Tolfast could only wonder for now, those answers would come in time. "Good. C'mon, it's not far from here. Might even have some left over bubblies from dinner if your stomach gets to growlin'," he said, rising to his feet and letting Tilly free in the same motion. If the boy was anything like himself at that age, his hunger would be a bottomless pit. Turning to leave, he moved slowly until Garatt was able to match his stride. 

Tilly rushed forward, grinding her face against Garatt's legs like some sort of giant, needy feline before pulling away, distracted. {{Food. Have food?}} She asked, shoving her nose up against the pack he carried at the mention of treats from her master. 


On Thu, Sep 24, 2020 at 3:54 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
"Tilly's okay," Garatt volunteered quietly. He calmed a little once it was clear that 'going to the Infirmary' was no longer the favoured option, sniffing back the tears. Explaining to Tolfast might be difficult, but it wasn't 'now I am in the Infirmary and have lost my chance to escape' difficult. He could do that. Probably. He pulled his bag more securely onto his shoulder with his good hand, not quite so anxious about shielding the hurt one if no-one was going to grab it. "..okay."

On Fri, Sep 25, 2020 at 12:41 AM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
"Garatt, listen to me," Tolfast said firmly, his smile waning. Everything about this screamed wrong and he had to do something about it.  "Everything is going to be alright, I won't let anyone take you anywhere. That hand needs to be seen by someone. I.." He struggled for an option that might seem amenable to the boy. "I've got a first aid kit in my office. Let's get out of this field and I'll see to your hand m'self. I'm no Healer, but I've wrapped enough runner legs. Can't be too different." He winked, trying to lighten the mood, though it wasn't likely to succeed. 

Tilly had been watching this exchange silently, head tilted from side to side as she tried to comprehend the distress. There was no danger here. She had seen to that! Big bad two-legs had turned into small two-legs. She padded toward them hesitantly, shying away from the glow basket and putting Tolfast between it and herself. {{No be scared, Tilly keep safe!!!}} She explained, puffing out her little green chest and lifting her ugly head high. {{Tilly best guard, biggest! ...Play now?}} 

"Not now, Tilly," Tolfast held her back with one hand and prevented her from getting too close to Garatt. 

On Thu, Sep 24, 2020 at 3:31 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
"I can't!" Garatt shook his head violently. "I-- if I go to the Infirmary they'll make me sleep there and then they'll make me go back to the Barracks!" That word was a wail.

"My hand's okay," he added, trying too late to cover his wrist, tugging at his sleeve as though he could make it unseen. "Really. I just caught it wrong." There were possibly worse liars on Pern, just most of them were under the age of five.

On Fri, Sep 25, 2020 at 12:21 AM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
The way Garatt seemed suddenly overwhelmed by fear at his invitation made Tolfast's stomach twist. "Hey, woah now. Easy there, lad. I won't make you go nowhere you don't want to," he replied, settling back into his knee. It was pretty clear Garatt did not want to he touched, but above all else, the idea of being forced to go 'back' was nearly petrifying. He needed to diffuse this situation before Garatt fled from him as well.

"That hand looks like it hurts a whole lot. Tell you what, you come with me to the Infirmary and I'll stay with you the whole time. Alright? We'll get you fixed up with a cup of klah and some numbweed, you'll feel right as rain." He tried to project confidence, a smile on his face. "I swear on my knots, no one'll make you go anywhere until you're ready. How's that sound?"

On Thu, Sep 24, 2020, 3:07 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

Tolfast may not have been the most perceptive person on Pern, but he could practically smell this lie. The sight of those splotches coloring the boy's skin made him worried, and that the boy tried to hide their origin told him the truth would be worse than he first thought. Garatt was scared of something. Someone? He suspected there might be a bully he'd been trying to escape via his time spent in the stables. This evidence didn't dissuade that notion. 

"I won't touch, I just want to see." He lifted both hands in surrender, a weak smile mustered to put the boy at ease. "I've got friends in the Infirmary, we could snag us a pot of numbweed. What do you think? Will you come with me?" 

The Infirrmary might have Cuylar but it was just as likely to have the Healer from the night before, the man who had perhaps been trying to be kind but who had kept talking about the Hatching and hadn't understood anything at all.

If he went back to the Infirmary they'd make him sleep there for the night. And then the next day would be the normal plan of lessons then food then lessons and if he tried to run they'd notice within a very short period and then it would be evening and M'ayen would find him and he''d have to go to the office and--

His imagination stuttered and failed at that point, too frightened even to think what happened after that. Bad things, his mind said darkly, and refused to go further.

"I..can't," he said, very quiet. "Please don't make me go back."


--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.



--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.



--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.



--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.



--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


Re: I'm working on something, something big (Dytha/Larsin)

Laurie
 

Larsin reached forward to pick up one of the jars, for the moment forgetting about Dytha's flight issues. "A lacquer, you say?" he asked, twirling the jar in his fingers. "Interesting. And the lacquer would only be applied to the cracks, correct?" The eggshells themselves were slightly porous; it was the membrane inside which mostly kept the albumen from leaking out over time. But the shell allowed the foetus to breathe, so it couldn't be fully coated, unless the lacquer itself was also porous enough to let air in and out.

On Tue, Sep 22, 2020 at 6:12 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
"He's had his kicks now. I'm sure he'll leave Ponth and me alone." And there was a twinge of hopefulness behind her words that seemed to teeter as if she were trying to convince herself more than Larsin. She knew his appetite had been whetted and that by the next time Ponth was ready to rise, he would be waiting. "I know it wasn't "nothing"," she said with resignation. "But if I let myself coil up with the realities, then I won't be able to fly with her ever again. Or I'll do something that affects her in the sky and she gets hurt because of something I felt. So if I convince her that this was just a bad moment, just something to be forgotten, then she won't be at risk of hurting herself because of something I did." It was a skewed sort of logic but it wasn't hard to see where she had been coming from. Hopefully. "I'm going to try and rig the next one. If he doesn't get a chance at catching again then he can't continue with this... whatever he's doing."

As she spoke she was setting out the jars and opening up the folder she had brought with her. "We've had two clutches in succession where the eggs have received some sort of damage where perhaps early intervention may have prevented further complications." Dytha gestured towards the jars. "I've only tested it on firelizard eggs so far. But I'm playing with a type of lacquer that can seal and hold minor cracks without adversely impacting heat dispersion or allowing further fluid to escape. In theory, it also shouldn't cause any negative response from the gold in response to it either. But that's mostly hypothetical at the moment. Either way, I think I'd like this to be the practical element of my Journeyman's project to go alongside my thesis."

On Fri, Sep 18, 2020 at 3:36 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Larsin's eyes narrowed. "You're right. Rough flights happen. Flights that put your dragon and yourself in jeopardy do not." 

He pursed his lips, trying to think of how to get through to her without making her feel like she was being attacked again.

"I've seen bad flights. And I've seen abusive flights. You are the victim of an abusive flight, not a bad flight. A bad flight happens when it's someone's first time, or the dragons are over-enthusiastic. No. A bad flight doesn't put the green in danger of betweening." And he'd gone to see Ponth. She and Dytha had both been asleep, so he'd assessed Ponth from afar. Puncture wounds. Deep scratches. Even something that looked suspiciously like bruises. Bruises. On a dragon!

"You can play it off like it's nothing. Or you can come clean. But remember--if something happens to you, Ponth is gone. If something happens to Ponth..." He left that hanging.

"Now, what did you bring me?"



On Tue, Sep 15, 2020 at 3:08 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
She had begun to step forward, carefully setting the jars down on the desk when Larsin had spoken again and her head snapped up. She could feign ignorance but that would only annoy Larsin. She knew he wasn't an idiot. "Because I didn't want to make a fuss over nothing," she said tiredly. "These things can happen and making something out of means it sticks around and doesn't get moved on from." Confession time. Of sorts. "I haven't been flying with Ponth until recently. That bed rest I was put on a few months back? Was because I hurt myself trying not to fly with Ponth when she rose. It's taken a long time to start doing what I should have been and turning this into something sets all that back again."

Because already she could hear the tempting whispers that next time, next time, she could hide like she had done so many times before.

On Mon, Sep 14, 2020 at 3:01 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
"Yes, yes, I'm interested to see how this is going," Larsin said, "But first, when were you planning on telling me what happened to you?"

On Sat, Sep 12, 2020 at 7:09 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
As the door slowly opened, Dytha carefully shuffled in. Larsin had probably already spotted her about her Infirmary and realised that her feet were giving her trouble. "I'm sorry to bother you, sir. I was... hoping you were free to talk about my project a while. I've got some new ideas." For someone already ridiculously short, everything about her seemed to make her a bit smaller in the room. Maybe it was the unassuming posture that seemed to pull in on itself. Or the fact she was struggling to meet Larsin's eye.

On Sat, Sep 12, 2020 at 11:18 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
It had taken Larsin every bit of self-control he possessed to not go check on Dytha, not say something, act like everything was fine after Mendl had come to him with her concerns. He didn't want to break Mendl's confidence, even though Dytha probably wouldn't be all that upset about it. 

But if she came in to see him, all bets were off. Putting down his pencil, he leaned back in his seat.

"Yes Dytha? Come in."

On Sat, Sep 12, 2020 at 5:15 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
IC Date Reference: Set approximately 8.28.9.4

There was two reasons she had waited around a sevenday after the Hatching before she went to speak to Master Larsin. For one reason, it meant that the bruising around her face had almost completely faded, leaving only a hint of discoloration. Oblivious to the fact that Mendl had already spoken to him, Dytha didn't want to give her Master any cause to question her. Of all people, Larsin was someone she didn't know how well she would be able to hold herself together if needled. For the other, she had wanted to finalise some notes and put together some of the samples she had been working on before she went to speak with him.

If she got this right, Dytha knew that it meant her Journeyman's knots would be in the bag in a few turns' time. Providing it all went to plan. With a small document folder under one arm and a small bag secured by the other, Dytha had decided to forgo the crutch in favour of being able to navigate door handles. And besides, it would do her good to have something to distract her from H'lan accosting her in the tunnel a few nights earlier. Thank Faranth that other Healer had come around the corner when she had. That's all she could say.

With a deep intake of breath to steady herself, Dytha knocked sharply on her Master's office door. "Master Larsin? Are you there? It's Dytha,"

--
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Recluso#6042 on Discord

I'm sometimes slow and have the memory of a sieve at times, so don't hesitate to poke me if you think you've been forgotten!



--
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Recluso#6042 on Discord

I'm sometimes slow and have the memory of a sieve at times, so don't hesitate to poke me if you think you've been forgotten!



--
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Recluso#6042 on Discord

I'm sometimes slow and have the memory of a sieve at times, so don't hesitate to poke me if you think you've been forgotten!



--
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Recluso#6042 on Discord

I'm sometimes slow and have the memory of a sieve at times, so don't hesitate to poke me if you think you've been forgotten!


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

Laurie
 

Chato flowed over Cremmie, also keeping his claws in. He'd learned how to play 'gentle' from some of the more relaxed adults--if he got too rough, they'd let him know, and had the weight behind them to do it. But Chato loved using is slightly different body to surprise his playmates, able to go practically boneless when playing. Always a surprise and a delight!

"I'm glad we found these guys," Tam mused, watching the two whers play. "I'm excited to see what they can do in Search and Rescue!"

On Mon, Sep 21, 2020 at 9:11 PM Alyx <scottish.wolfecary@...> wrote:
"You aren't wrong. Cremmie be gentle." She warned the big brown as he rolled over willingly before popping back to his feet with a playful growl. He raised one of his forepaws and swiped at Chato, claws carefully tucked in as much as he could. He didn't want to hurt, he liked Chato. He was a good friend, and fun to play with. Alyx had been told that whers often ran in packs in the wild, and Cremmie seemed fairly choosey about who was in His group. He didn't seem to care much at all for the gold from his clutch, nor some of the others but got along rather well with the tunnel whers. But they did seem more relaxed.
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Have fun with any of my characters. Alyx, , Vayka (Healers), J'hen, D'vik, Teyra, Cotai (Riders), Rotasta (AWLM), L'rin (Weyrling)


Three Men and a Note (attn: R'kyo, Get'ew, Sh'ain)

Mya L. R.
 

Most attention had been on the Hatching, and was on everyone's mind for several days later.  That, of course, didn't stop pregnant women from going into their own Labor during that period, or from dumping that child into the creche afterward.  Mezemme didn't really give them much information to go on for this new baby.  But, she'd told them one thing that prompted them into sending out three letters that would soon be delivered to R'kyo, Get'ew & Sh'ain.

'Good day, sir
Let me first apologize for possibly adding more onto your plate after the recent Hatching, among other events.  Apparently you're one of three men who may've had some sort of...'relations'...with one Mezemme about 7 Turns ago that resulted in her first child.  A daughter that's since been named Mezea.  It was just in these last few days that we were provided the names of Mezea's potential fathers.

Mezemme has...already made her position on Mezea's care known.  And, though belated, we wanted to make sure all the other potential fathers also had a chance to have some say about that too...'

The note continued on by listing some standard care information.  There was no other mention about Mezemme or what her position was before the note had been signed by the crecheworker that'd written the note.


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Member Name: MyaL
Discord: Neffeyn#8723


Welcome to the Nightmare (JP: Andronda/Kassia)

Jerzy Tobin
 

It was a grim-faced Andronda that made her way towards Kassia’s weyr.
Barely concealed anger flashed in her eyes, and that anger was the
reason she had opted for human guards over the company of her wher;
she didn’t want him around when her own temper was barely under
control. To have something like this happening...right under their
very noses! It was despicable!

“Goldrider Andronda to see the Weyrwoman,” Andronda stated firmly to
the guards stationed outside of Kassia’s weyr. “Its urgent.”

The guard nodded and then knocked. A moment passed and then the door
opened and Kassia appeared.

“Andronda,” she said, eyes wide in surprise. “What can I help you with?”

“I apologise for disturbing you so late, Ma’am,” Andronda began, her
tone betraying her agitation. “I have been made aware of a very dire
situation that requires immediate action. Weyrlingmaster Ko’ssen
called me into the barracks after several of the new Weyrlings became
agitated, and the reason seems to stem from a great deal of abuse
suffered under one of the ACMs, a fellow called Ma'yen. He seems to
have targeted one boy in particular, a candidate named Garatt, and
that candidate is now missing from the barracks. Candidate Master
Nayari has put out a search for him, but these travesties M’ayen has
committed cannot go unanswered, Ma’am.”

Kassia flashed cold at the news. Then hot as fury rose. At Ma’yen and
for herself for trying to give him the benefit of the doubt.

“What did he do?” she asked, opening the door wider so that Andronda
could step in.

“Outside of general bullying and intimidating of the candidates,
particularly the younger ones, the images and memories offered up by
the Weyrlings show extreme punishments, such as being forced to stand
on one leg for an entire class, far too many detentions for the most
minor of infractions, reports of that same boy being bruised far more
than could be explained away by mere clumsiness, over exhaustion and
outright fear, as if he expected the Weyr to come crashing down on him
at any moment… I don’t know why he went after this one boy in
particular, but it seems he was the one targeted most often.”

Just speaking of what she had been shown was enough to make her
stomach churn with rage. This sort of thing shouldn’t happen in a
Weyr!

“I can have Nykantiath pass the images onto Foreth to show you, if you wish.”

Kassia was getting the idea and it made a cold nausea mix in with the
heat but she nodded anyway. “I trust you, but the more information I
have the better. Please, go ahead.”

Andronda sent the request out to her gold, who quickly passed on what
she had been shown to Foreth.

“I have been told that a few of the other ACMs were given notes taken
by fellow candidates who were trying to report the situation to those
they thought could do something about it, but I haven’t yet made my
way to interview them or collect those notes. I believe the two
mentioned were related to some of the Weyrlings, a Sh’ain and
T’rif..something or other.”

Kassia was silent for a moment as Foreth passed the images, each more
infuriating the last. The names brought her back to the moment. She
blinked.

“I know them,” she said. “One is my mate. The other is my uncle. I
have a hard time thinking that they were just sitting twiddling their
thumbs, but I shall certainly speak to them. And Nayari.” Neither man
would just let this go. There had to be more to the story. “I will
also take care of Ma’yen. Thank you for bringing this information to
me. Please continue to keep an eye on the Weyrlings to make sure there
are no more issues.”

“Yes, Ma’am. I will do that.”

She was glad to hand the handling of this over to Kassia. There were
some things that required a Weyrwoman’s authority, whether she was
supposed to be resting or not. This definitely qualified.

“Shall I inform you the moment the missing candidate is found, Weyrwoman?”

“Please do,” Kassia said. “I have a feeling the two are related. Keep
me up to date. Dismissed.”

Andronda saluted the Weyrwoman and left the weyr. She’d report back
to the Weyrlings to let them know that the Weyrwoman was taking care
of the situation. Hopefully that would help calm things down with the
younglings. She could only hope that the missing candidate could be
found quickly, and that he’d eventually be okay. Only time would
tell.



--
"Life is NOT a journey to the grave with the goal of arriving safely
in a prettily preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways in a
shower of gravel and party shards, thoroughly used, utterly exhausted,
and loudly proclaiming: "F*** ME, that Rocked!!" -unknown

Whizzy: Jerzy
Aim: Yue146


I'm Fine, Too JP Cathern/Kassia

sailyn2
 

OOC: Pre-Conclave warning

Cathern was, officially, visiting family.  This wasn't the first trip she'd made to Arolos for that reason, nor would it be the last.  But even if her official reason was family, any visiting goldrider, much less a Weyrwoman, had her duties first.  And so Telgar's senior queen contacted Arolos'.


((Foreth, mine would like to pay her respects to yours, if she could,)) Altalath called, with all the respect another senior gold was due in her mindvoice.


Foreth was on her ledge and had noted the Queen’s arrival. ((Mine would see you,)) she said with grudging acknowledgement of respect for the other senior Queen, though one in her Weyr. ((Meet her in her office. Mine will be there soon.))


Inside Kassia was getting off the sofa. The only reason she was dressed was that she had her personal weyrkeeper help her get clothes on over her broken arm. Unfortunately, getting onto Foreth without help was very difficult and dangerous, so she was stuck walking. Cathern would just have to wait.


Cathern also had to walk; Altalath had already taken off as soon as her straps had been removed to enjoy the Warm Arolosian sun and water - and quite possibly flirt with the Arolosian bronzes.  So she actually arrived at Kassia's office shortly after the occupant did, and nodded to the guards outside.  "Weyrwoman Cathern of Telgar, here to see Weyrwoman Kassia."  If the heat made her uncomfortable in her traveling leathers, she gave no indication beyond the blonde hair plastered to her head.


The guards nodded and let her in.


Inside, Kassia was behind her desk with Brogan laying watchfully next to it. The Arolosian Weyrwoman was noticeably unprepared for the visit as far as clothes were concerned. The clothes that the weyrkeeper had helped her with that morning were serviceable and nice enough for her station, but not appropriate for normally greeting another Weyrwoman.


“I apologize for the lack of proper clothing,” Kassia said, ignoring her headache that still plagued her. “It’s harder to quickly dress with a broken arm. Please have a seat though. This is a pleasant surprise.” It was no such thing.


Cathern eyed the wher with distaste, but otherwise ignored Brogran's presence; she had never been fond of the ugly creatures as a child, and the years hadn't improved her opinion of them in the least.  She took the indicated seat, suppressing the flare of annoyance she'd felt upon seeing Kassia behind her desk rather than the more comfortable (and informal) furniture.  It made her feel like a supplicant, not an equal.


"Please, don't worry about your clothes.  I'm hardly one to speak," she pointed out wryly, indicating her leathers.  She'd unbuttoned her jacket, but that was all.  "I always forget how warm is is here, especially when it's just coming off winter at home," she added with a chuckle.  "I do hope your arm is mending well, though?"


“I hope so,” Kassia said. “Too early to tell. It’s frustrating to deal with, though. I feel better with the sling gently resting on the desk, which I can’t do at the couch. I apologize for that as well.” She looked down at her arm and made a face. “No doubt you understand being hindered as such. A temporary problem.”


Better to try to get the other woman to understand that her injuries were temporary in their...fragile situation. 


“You’re hear to visit your family or business?”


"Family," Cathern replied.  "I brought my son Graythern down to stay for a bit after I return.  But I also wanted to congratulate you.  Twin golds… and this is the second time for Foreth, is it not?"  She shook her head in wonder and let out a laugh. "I don't envy your Weyrlingmaster one bit!"  Her expression turned sympathetic.  "At least there was some good fortune to be had.  Such a shame about what happened to those eggs. If there's anything I or Telgar can do, please let me know."


“First time for twin golds for Foreth,” Kassia said. “But she’s had a couple of golds before. I don’t envy Ko’ssen either. Nor myself for having a hand in their raising.”

She turned quieter and nodded. “Thank you. The attack was heartbreaking. But the rest of the eggs Hatched just fine and we have a nice Weyrling class that is being raised. I appreciate the offer. We’re doing fine.” And she needed desperately for Cathern, who was supposed to be their ally to know that so that the Weyr’s enemies would know. 


'So it *was* an attack, then?" Cathern asked grimly.  She'd heard the rumors, but confirmation was good.  Or as good as this situation could be.  "I can't believe *anyone* could put eggs at risk like that!  They're worse than animals!  If there's anything I can do to help with tracking these bastards down, let me know that as well."


Kassia winced inwardly. She hadn’t meant to let that slip.


“There are people out there that just don’t care,” Kassia said as neutrally as possible. “Of course we’re launching our own investigation. At the moment we don’t believe it’s an issue that needs help from the other Weyrs. We assume it to be an isolated incident that failed to do what it was designed to do.” Except it’d done no such thing and they already had a good idea that it wasn’t likely an isolated incident. When in doubt, lie through your teeth as diplomatically as possible.


Cathern nodded as if she accepted the other Weyrwoman's words.  "Well, I'm glad to hear the rest of the class is doing well.  I believe you have two daughters who Impressed?  You must be so proud!"  She started to ask if either had gotten gold, even though she knew full well neither had, but then decided against it.  That would only be a petty move on her part.  "And speaking of twins, Mother says Foreth isn't the only one producing them. Congratulations, Kassia," she smiled warmly.


“They did,” Kassia said proudly. She didn’t care that neither had Impressed gold, though it would have been nice if they had. She was just happy they had found their lifemates. “And I am.”


She laid her good hand on her swelling stomach. “That’s what happens with your gold rising.” And then being stuck on the Sands with a broken leg. “How are things going at your Weyr?”


"They're going well.  Nowhere near as exciting as at Arolos, but then where is?"  Well, Ista could probably lay claim, and cursed Fort.  Frankly, Cathern would prefer to keep the excitement far, far away from Telgar.  "We had a clutch ourselves not too long ago, and I suspect Altalath is starting to get ready.  I do hope she settles down a bit now that she's senior; I think having consistency in the leadership is helpful."  She'd spent more than enough time with H'gan as Lasia's Weyrleader not to appreciate how a steady partner could help.  "But I think she has too much Arolos in her, even after all these Turns, for that," she added with a chuckle.


“You can take the Arolos Queen out of Arolos, but you can’t take the Arolos out of the Queen,” Kassia said with the first real smile she’d had since Cathern had arrived. “But I hope you get a good Weyrleader to go with you. Sometimes the Weyrleader makes or breaks things.”


"Absolutely.  A good, strong Weyrleader who can do his job with competence… but still listen to his Weyrwoman and do what she tells him," Cathern returned the smile.  "That's the dream, right?"


“Absolutely.” The smile widened. “See, you understand. Anyway, I don’t want to keep you from your family. I appreciate you stopping by. I trust you have no more business here?”


Cathern gazed at Kassia, considering.  Finally she decided that*she'd* want to be told.  "There's also the main reason I chose now to come visit my family," she said quietly.  "You should know… there's been talk of a Conclave."  She held up her hand in an attempt to forestall the other Weyrwoman's inevitable outburst at the dreaded 'C' word.  "Just rumblings for now, and I'm doing what I can to shut them down.  Faranth knows the last thing you need right now is people coming in demanding answers.  I just thought you should know."


“Yeah, I’m not stupid,” Kassia said without her normal fire. Clearly the whole thing had been on her mind. “And I’m trying to tell you that it’s not necessary. We’ve got more than enough resources to handle this on our own.”


"If you say you can handle this, that's good enough for me."  Not that Cathern thought for one second Kassia was above lying.  "Probably good enough for High Reaches and possibly Benden also.  I think Fort would likely follow Wygelle's & my lead here, but even so… you might want to get ahead of this, Kassia.  Show people you have nothing to be afraid of."


“We have nothing to be afraid of because there shouldn’t be a Concalve,” Kassia said, some of the fire coming back. “We’ve got this under control and don’t need the rest of you interfering for no reason.”


"As I say, I agree."  Cathern kept her voice calm, trying to keep this from turning into a shouting match thst would do nobody any good.  "You don't need us coming in and telling you what to do.  Shards, Kassia, I remember when Fort and High Reaches did that to Aunt Laranna!  I'd fight tooth and nail against it.  I'm just telling you, in my opinion, the best way to head something like that off is to call for a Conclave *yourself*, before others get the support they need to force the issue."


Kassia forced herself to work herself back down. She needed Cathern to remain an ally.


“I’ll take it into consideration,” she said. “The warning is appreciated.”


Cathern nodded, and then came to her feet.  "As I say, Telgar stands ready to help, should you discover you need it.  Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go try to poach your Headwoman… I mean, spend a couple of hours visiting my mother and siblings," she smiled. 


Kassia got to her feet awkwardly between her arm and her belly. “It’s appreciated. Enjoy your time here. Just do me a favor and check in with my Weyrleaders before you leave.”


Cathern's eyebrows raised at the odd request, but she didn't comment on it.  "Will do.  Fair skies, Weyrwoman, and health to you and your babies," she said, extending her hand.


Kassia took the hand to clasp. “Fair skies, Weyrwoman. Health to you and your Weyr.”


Cathern clasped hands, then exited the office, ready to enjoy the official reason for her visit.


Re: For Want Of A Horse Attn Tolfast

Laura Walker
 

"Don't, Tilly!" Garatt tolerated her snuffling at his hand as long as she didn't press too hard but flinched when she ran around, turning a little to try to keep facing her, warding her away a little with his left hand. "It's.. not nice to sniff there." As though a wher might care. 

He ducked his head at Tolfast's question. "They wouldn't let me come for a bit." Too many detentions and adults were funny. If they knew you were in trouble with one they started backing each other up. 



Tilly was overjoyed for the attention, dancing in place with her forelegs and thick, little tail wagging in the manner she'd learned from growing-up around Shep. No food was fine because pets were to be had! Her senses were keen, though, and the hand that patted her head carried with it a scent she didn't recognize. 

Without any tact whatsoever, Tilly pulled back, but only so she could press her nose up into Garatt's fingers with curious sniffing. {{What this?}} She asked, signaling with her muzzle. {{Smelly. Smelly smell.}} The wher stopped briefly in her tracks, darting around behind Garatt to snuffle at his backside. The scent was here as well! 

Tolfast watched Garatt's hesitant gate with growing concern, running through his mind the worst reasons that might injure a boy in this fashion. Shards, what had been done to him? He consciously slowed his steps, allowing Garatt to take the time he needed without putting distance between them. He had so many questions, none of which would do any good to ask right then. "How long has it been since I seen you out here last?" Casual talk. 


On Thu, Sep 24, 2020, 4:18 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
"Sorry," Garatt apologised to her. "I gave it all to Felix."

He was moving carefully as he followed Tolfast. He'd got this far mostly because he had to, because if he stopped to think about it and didn't the consequences were too hard to be worth bearing. Now things were different and he could feel it. The slight rub of his pants as he walked, a painful sore spot or three where the seam crossed one of the cane-marks and pressed against it, a painful pull of material which had stuck while a weal was bleeding a little and now tugged on it with every step. It meant he walked oddly, testing each step before he commited to it -- was this going to hurt more if he set his foot down fully or was it easier to move on the half-step before his heel was down?

Tilly caused some difficulties. He wanted to pet her, but grasping his bag with his sore hand was.. no, that would hurt. Very cautiously, ready to pull it away if she pressed against it, he patted the top of her head with his left hand. 

On Fri, Sep 25, 2020 at 1:06 AM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
Tolfast immediately felt a wave of relief even if Garatt's agreement had required coaxing, and the smile that then lit his bearded face was broadly genuine. He didn't bother offering to carry the bag, reading the possessive signal. Perhaps the boy feared it might be taken away - was something in the bag the root of his trouble? Tolfast could only wonder for now, those answers would come in time. "Good. C'mon, it's not far from here. Might even have some left over bubblies from dinner if your stomach gets to growlin'," he said, rising to his feet and letting Tilly free in the same motion. If the boy was anything like himself at that age, his hunger would be a bottomless pit. Turning to leave, he moved slowly until Garatt was able to match his stride. 

Tilly rushed forward, grinding her face against Garatt's legs like some sort of giant, needy feline before pulling away, distracted. {{Food. Have food?}} She asked, shoving her nose up against the pack he carried at the mention of treats from her master. 


On Thu, Sep 24, 2020 at 3:54 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
"Tilly's okay," Garatt volunteered quietly. He calmed a little once it was clear that 'going to the Infirmary' was no longer the favoured option, sniffing back the tears. Explaining to Tolfast might be difficult, but it wasn't 'now I am in the Infirmary and have lost my chance to escape' difficult. He could do that. Probably. He pulled his bag more securely onto his shoulder with his good hand, not quite so anxious about shielding the hurt one if no-one was going to grab it. "..okay."

On Fri, Sep 25, 2020 at 12:41 AM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
"Garatt, listen to me," Tolfast said firmly, his smile waning. Everything about this screamed wrong and he had to do something about it.  "Everything is going to be alright, I won't let anyone take you anywhere. That hand needs to be seen by someone. I.." He struggled for an option that might seem amenable to the boy. "I've got a first aid kit in my office. Let's get out of this field and I'll see to your hand m'self. I'm no Healer, but I've wrapped enough runner legs. Can't be too different." He winked, trying to lighten the mood, though it wasn't likely to succeed. 

Tilly had been watching this exchange silently, head tilted from side to side as she tried to comprehend the distress. There was no danger here. She had seen to that! Big bad two-legs had turned into small two-legs. She padded toward them hesitantly, shying away from the glow basket and putting Tolfast between it and herself. {{No be scared, Tilly keep safe!!!}} She explained, puffing out her little green chest and lifting her ugly head high. {{Tilly best guard, biggest! ...Play now?}} 

"Not now, Tilly," Tolfast held her back with one hand and prevented her from getting too close to Garatt. 

On Thu, Sep 24, 2020 at 3:31 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
"I can't!" Garatt shook his head violently. "I-- if I go to the Infirmary they'll make me sleep there and then they'll make me go back to the Barracks!" That word was a wail.

"My hand's okay," he added, trying too late to cover his wrist, tugging at his sleeve as though he could make it unseen. "Really. I just caught it wrong." There were possibly worse liars on Pern, just most of them were under the age of five.

On Fri, Sep 25, 2020 at 12:21 AM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
The way Garatt seemed suddenly overwhelmed by fear at his invitation made Tolfast's stomach twist. "Hey, woah now. Easy there, lad. I won't make you go nowhere you don't want to," he replied, settling back into his knee. It was pretty clear Garatt did not want to he touched, but above all else, the idea of being forced to go 'back' was nearly petrifying. He needed to diffuse this situation before Garatt fled from him as well.

"That hand looks like it hurts a whole lot. Tell you what, you come with me to the Infirmary and I'll stay with you the whole time. Alright? We'll get you fixed up with a cup of klah and some numbweed, you'll feel right as rain." He tried to project confidence, a smile on his face. "I swear on my knots, no one'll make you go anywhere until you're ready. How's that sound?"

On Thu, Sep 24, 2020, 3:07 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

Tolfast may not have been the most perceptive person on Pern, but he could practically smell this lie. The sight of those splotches coloring the boy's skin made him worried, and that the boy tried to hide their origin told him the truth would be worse than he first thought. Garatt was scared of something. Someone? He suspected there might be a bully he'd been trying to escape via his time spent in the stables. This evidence didn't dissuade that notion. 

"I won't touch, I just want to see." He lifted both hands in surrender, a weak smile mustered to put the boy at ease. "I've got friends in the Infirmary, we could snag us a pot of numbweed. What do you think? Will you come with me?" 

The Infirrmary might have Cuylar but it was just as likely to have the Healer from the night before, the man who had perhaps been trying to be kind but who had kept talking about the Hatching and hadn't understood anything at all.

If he went back to the Infirmary they'd make him sleep there for the night. And then the next day would be the normal plan of lessons then food then lessons and if he tried to run they'd notice within a very short period and then it would be evening and M'ayen would find him and he''d have to go to the office and--

His imagination stuttered and failed at that point, too frightened even to think what happened after that. Bad things, his mind said darkly, and refused to go further.

"I..can't," he said, very quiet. "Please don't make me go back."


--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.



--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.



--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.



--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.



--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


Re: For Want Of A Horse Attn Tolfast

 

Tilly was overjoyed for the attention, dancing in place with her forelegs and thick, little tail wagging in the manner she'd learned from growing-up around Shep. No food was fine because pets were to be had! Her senses were keen, though, and the hand that patted her head carried with it a scent she didn't recognize. 

Without any tact whatsoever, Tilly pulled back, but only so she could press her nose up into Garatt's fingers with curious sniffing. {{What this?}} She asked, signaling with her muzzle. {{Smelly. Smelly smell.}} The wher stopped briefly in her tracks, darting around behind Garatt to snuffle at his backside. The scent was here as well! 

Tolfast watched Garatt's hesitant gate with growing concern, running through his mind the worst reasons that might injure a boy in this fashion. Shards, what had been done to him? He consciously slowed his steps, allowing Garatt to take the time he needed without putting distance between them. He had so many questions, none of which would do any good to ask right then. "How long has it been since I seen you out here last?" Casual talk. 


On Thu, Sep 24, 2020, 4:18 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
"Sorry," Garatt apologised to her. "I gave it all to Felix."

He was moving carefully as he followed Tolfast. He'd got this far mostly because he had to, because if he stopped to think about it and didn't the consequences were too hard to be worth bearing. Now things were different and he could feel it. The slight rub of his pants as he walked, a painful sore spot or three where the seam crossed one of the cane-marks and pressed against it, a painful pull of material which had stuck while a weal was bleeding a little and now tugged on it with every step. It meant he walked oddly, testing each step before he commited to it -- was this going to hurt more if he set his foot down fully or was it easier to move on the half-step before his heel was down?

Tilly caused some difficulties. He wanted to pet her, but grasping his bag with his sore hand was.. no, that would hurt. Very cautiously, ready to pull it away if she pressed against it, he patted the top of her head with his left hand. 

On Fri, Sep 25, 2020 at 1:06 AM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
Tolfast immediately felt a wave of relief even if Garatt's agreement had required coaxing, and the smile that then lit his bearded face was broadly genuine. He didn't bother offering to carry the bag, reading the possessive signal. Perhaps the boy feared it might be taken away - was something in the bag the root of his trouble? Tolfast could only wonder for now, those answers would come in time. "Good. C'mon, it's not far from here. Might even have some left over bubblies from dinner if your stomach gets to growlin'," he said, rising to his feet and letting Tilly free in the same motion. If the boy was anything like himself at that age, his hunger would be a bottomless pit. Turning to leave, he moved slowly until Garatt was able to match his stride. 

Tilly rushed forward, grinding her face against Garatt's legs like some sort of giant, needy feline before pulling away, distracted. {{Food. Have food?}} She asked, shoving her nose up against the pack he carried at the mention of treats from her master. 


On Thu, Sep 24, 2020 at 3:54 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
"Tilly's okay," Garatt volunteered quietly. He calmed a little once it was clear that 'going to the Infirmary' was no longer the favoured option, sniffing back the tears. Explaining to Tolfast might be difficult, but it wasn't 'now I am in the Infirmary and have lost my chance to escape' difficult. He could do that. Probably. He pulled his bag more securely onto his shoulder with his good hand, not quite so anxious about shielding the hurt one if no-one was going to grab it. "..okay."

On Fri, Sep 25, 2020 at 12:41 AM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
"Garatt, listen to me," Tolfast said firmly, his smile waning. Everything about this screamed wrong and he had to do something about it.  "Everything is going to be alright, I won't let anyone take you anywhere. That hand needs to be seen by someone. I.." He struggled for an option that might seem amenable to the boy. "I've got a first aid kit in my office. Let's get out of this field and I'll see to your hand m'self. I'm no Healer, but I've wrapped enough runner legs. Can't be too different." He winked, trying to lighten the mood, though it wasn't likely to succeed. 

Tilly had been watching this exchange silently, head tilted from side to side as she tried to comprehend the distress. There was no danger here. She had seen to that! Big bad two-legs had turned into small two-legs. She padded toward them hesitantly, shying away from the glow basket and putting Tolfast between it and herself. {{No be scared, Tilly keep safe!!!}} She explained, puffing out her little green chest and lifting her ugly head high. {{Tilly best guard, biggest! ...Play now?}} 

"Not now, Tilly," Tolfast held her back with one hand and prevented her from getting too close to Garatt. 

On Thu, Sep 24, 2020 at 3:31 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
"I can't!" Garatt shook his head violently. "I-- if I go to the Infirmary they'll make me sleep there and then they'll make me go back to the Barracks!" That word was a wail.

"My hand's okay," he added, trying too late to cover his wrist, tugging at his sleeve as though he could make it unseen. "Really. I just caught it wrong." There were possibly worse liars on Pern, just most of them were under the age of five.

On Fri, Sep 25, 2020 at 12:21 AM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
The way Garatt seemed suddenly overwhelmed by fear at his invitation made Tolfast's stomach twist. "Hey, woah now. Easy there, lad. I won't make you go nowhere you don't want to," he replied, settling back into his knee. It was pretty clear Garatt did not want to he touched, but above all else, the idea of being forced to go 'back' was nearly petrifying. He needed to diffuse this situation before Garatt fled from him as well.

"That hand looks like it hurts a whole lot. Tell you what, you come with me to the Infirmary and I'll stay with you the whole time. Alright? We'll get you fixed up with a cup of klah and some numbweed, you'll feel right as rain." He tried to project confidence, a smile on his face. "I swear on my knots, no one'll make you go anywhere until you're ready. How's that sound?"

On Thu, Sep 24, 2020, 3:07 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

Tolfast may not have been the most perceptive person on Pern, but he could practically smell this lie. The sight of those splotches coloring the boy's skin made him worried, and that the boy tried to hide their origin told him the truth would be worse than he first thought. Garatt was scared of something. Someone? He suspected there might be a bully he'd been trying to escape via his time spent in the stables. This evidence didn't dissuade that notion. 

"I won't touch, I just want to see." He lifted both hands in surrender, a weak smile mustered to put the boy at ease. "I've got friends in the Infirmary, we could snag us a pot of numbweed. What do you think? Will you come with me?" 

The Infirrmary might have Cuylar but it was just as likely to have the Healer from the night before, the man who had perhaps been trying to be kind but who had kept talking about the Hatching and hadn't understood anything at all.

If he went back to the Infirmary they'd make him sleep there for the night. And then the next day would be the normal plan of lessons then food then lessons and if he tried to run they'd notice within a very short period and then it would be evening and M'ayen would find him and he''d have to go to the office and--

His imagination stuttered and failed at that point, too frightened even to think what happened after that. Bad things, his mind said darkly, and refused to go further.

"I..can't," he said, very quiet. "Please don't make me go back."


--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.



--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.



--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.



--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


Re: For Want Of A Horse Attn Tolfast

Laura Walker
 

"Sorry," Garatt apologised to her. "I gave it all to Felix."

He was moving carefully as he followed Tolfast. He'd got this far mostly because he had to, because if he stopped to think about it and didn't the consequences were too hard to be worth bearing. Now things were different and he could feel it. The slight rub of his pants as he walked, a painful sore spot or three where the seam crossed one of the cane-marks and pressed against it, a painful pull of material which had stuck while a weal was bleeding a little and now tugged on it with every step. It meant he walked oddly, testing each step before he commited to it -- was this going to hurt more if he set his foot down fully or was it easier to move on the half-step before his heel was down?

Tilly caused some difficulties. He wanted to pet her, but grasping his bag with his sore hand was.. no, that would hurt. Very cautiously, ready to pull it away if she pressed against it, he patted the top of her head with his left hand. 

On Fri, Sep 25, 2020 at 1:06 AM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
Tolfast immediately felt a wave of relief even if Garatt's agreement had required coaxing, and the smile that then lit his bearded face was broadly genuine. He didn't bother offering to carry the bag, reading the possessive signal. Perhaps the boy feared it might be taken away - was something in the bag the root of his trouble? Tolfast could only wonder for now, those answers would come in time. "Good. C'mon, it's not far from here. Might even have some left over bubblies from dinner if your stomach gets to growlin'," he said, rising to his feet and letting Tilly free in the same motion. If the boy was anything like himself at that age, his hunger would be a bottomless pit. Turning to leave, he moved slowly until Garatt was able to match his stride. 

Tilly rushed forward, grinding her face against Garatt's legs like some sort of giant, needy feline before pulling away, distracted. {{Food. Have food?}} She asked, shoving her nose up against the pack he carried at the mention of treats from her master. 


On Thu, Sep 24, 2020 at 3:54 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
"Tilly's okay," Garatt volunteered quietly. He calmed a little once it was clear that 'going to the Infirmary' was no longer the favoured option, sniffing back the tears. Explaining to Tolfast might be difficult, but it wasn't 'now I am in the Infirmary and have lost my chance to escape' difficult. He could do that. Probably. He pulled his bag more securely onto his shoulder with his good hand, not quite so anxious about shielding the hurt one if no-one was going to grab it. "..okay."

On Fri, Sep 25, 2020 at 12:41 AM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
"Garatt, listen to me," Tolfast said firmly, his smile waning. Everything about this screamed wrong and he had to do something about it.  "Everything is going to be alright, I won't let anyone take you anywhere. That hand needs to be seen by someone. I.." He struggled for an option that might seem amenable to the boy. "I've got a first aid kit in my office. Let's get out of this field and I'll see to your hand m'self. I'm no Healer, but I've wrapped enough runner legs. Can't be too different." He winked, trying to lighten the mood, though it wasn't likely to succeed. 

Tilly had been watching this exchange silently, head tilted from side to side as she tried to comprehend the distress. There was no danger here. She had seen to that! Big bad two-legs had turned into small two-legs. She padded toward them hesitantly, shying away from the glow basket and putting Tolfast between it and herself. {{No be scared, Tilly keep safe!!!}} She explained, puffing out her little green chest and lifting her ugly head high. {{Tilly best guard, biggest! ...Play now?}} 

"Not now, Tilly," Tolfast held her back with one hand and prevented her from getting too close to Garatt. 

On Thu, Sep 24, 2020 at 3:31 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
"I can't!" Garatt shook his head violently. "I-- if I go to the Infirmary they'll make me sleep there and then they'll make me go back to the Barracks!" That word was a wail.

"My hand's okay," he added, trying too late to cover his wrist, tugging at his sleeve as though he could make it unseen. "Really. I just caught it wrong." There were possibly worse liars on Pern, just most of them were under the age of five.

On Fri, Sep 25, 2020 at 12:21 AM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
The way Garatt seemed suddenly overwhelmed by fear at his invitation made Tolfast's stomach twist. "Hey, woah now. Easy there, lad. I won't make you go nowhere you don't want to," he replied, settling back into his knee. It was pretty clear Garatt did not want to he touched, but above all else, the idea of being forced to go 'back' was nearly petrifying. He needed to diffuse this situation before Garatt fled from him as well.

"That hand looks like it hurts a whole lot. Tell you what, you come with me to the Infirmary and I'll stay with you the whole time. Alright? We'll get you fixed up with a cup of klah and some numbweed, you'll feel right as rain." He tried to project confidence, a smile on his face. "I swear on my knots, no one'll make you go anywhere until you're ready. How's that sound?"

On Thu, Sep 24, 2020, 3:07 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

Tolfast may not have been the most perceptive person on Pern, but he could practically smell this lie. The sight of those splotches coloring the boy's skin made him worried, and that the boy tried to hide their origin told him the truth would be worse than he first thought. Garatt was scared of something. Someone? He suspected there might be a bully he'd been trying to escape via his time spent in the stables. This evidence didn't dissuade that notion. 

"I won't touch, I just want to see." He lifted both hands in surrender, a weak smile mustered to put the boy at ease. "I've got friends in the Infirmary, we could snag us a pot of numbweed. What do you think? Will you come with me?" 

The Infirrmary might have Cuylar but it was just as likely to have the Healer from the night before, the man who had perhaps been trying to be kind but who had kept talking about the Hatching and hadn't understood anything at all.

If he went back to the Infirmary they'd make him sleep there for the night. And then the next day would be the normal plan of lessons then food then lessons and if he tried to run they'd notice within a very short period and then it would be evening and M'ayen would find him and he''d have to go to the office and--

His imagination stuttered and failed at that point, too frightened even to think what happened after that. Bad things, his mind said darkly, and refused to go further.

"I..can't," he said, very quiet. "Please don't make me go back."


--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.



--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.



--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.



--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


Re: For Want Of A Horse Attn Tolfast

 

Tolfast immediately felt a wave of relief even if Garatt's agreement had required coaxing, and the smile that then lit his bearded face was broadly genuine. He didn't bother offering to carry the bag, reading the possessive signal. Perhaps the boy feared it might be taken away - was something in the bag the root of his trouble? Tolfast could only wonder for now, those answers would come in time. "Good. C'mon, it's not far from here. Might even have some left over bubblies from dinner if your stomach gets to growlin'," he said, rising to his feet and letting Tilly free in the same motion. If the boy was anything like himself at that age, his hunger would be a bottomless pit. Turning to leave, he moved slowly until Garatt was able to match his stride. 

Tilly rushed forward, grinding her face against Garatt's legs like some sort of giant, needy feline before pulling away, distracted. {{Food. Have food?}} She asked, shoving her nose up against the pack he carried at the mention of treats from her master. 


On Thu, Sep 24, 2020 at 3:54 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
"Tilly's okay," Garatt volunteered quietly. He calmed a little once it was clear that 'going to the Infirmary' was no longer the favoured option, sniffing back the tears. Explaining to Tolfast might be difficult, but it wasn't 'now I am in the Infirmary and have lost my chance to escape' difficult. He could do that. Probably. He pulled his bag more securely onto his shoulder with his good hand, not quite so anxious about shielding the hurt one if no-one was going to grab it. "..okay."

On Fri, Sep 25, 2020 at 12:41 AM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
"Garatt, listen to me," Tolfast said firmly, his smile waning. Everything about this screamed wrong and he had to do something about it.  "Everything is going to be alright, I won't let anyone take you anywhere. That hand needs to be seen by someone. I.." He struggled for an option that might seem amenable to the boy. "I've got a first aid kit in my office. Let's get out of this field and I'll see to your hand m'self. I'm no Healer, but I've wrapped enough runner legs. Can't be too different." He winked, trying to lighten the mood, though it wasn't likely to succeed. 

Tilly had been watching this exchange silently, head tilted from side to side as she tried to comprehend the distress. There was no danger here. She had seen to that! Big bad two-legs had turned into small two-legs. She padded toward them hesitantly, shying away from the glow basket and putting Tolfast between it and herself. {{No be scared, Tilly keep safe!!!}} She explained, puffing out her little green chest and lifting her ugly head high. {{Tilly best guard, biggest! ...Play now?}} 

"Not now, Tilly," Tolfast held her back with one hand and prevented her from getting too close to Garatt. 

On Thu, Sep 24, 2020 at 3:31 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
"I can't!" Garatt shook his head violently. "I-- if I go to the Infirmary they'll make me sleep there and then they'll make me go back to the Barracks!" That word was a wail.

"My hand's okay," he added, trying too late to cover his wrist, tugging at his sleeve as though he could make it unseen. "Really. I just caught it wrong." There were possibly worse liars on Pern, just most of them were under the age of five.

On Fri, Sep 25, 2020 at 12:21 AM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
The way Garatt seemed suddenly overwhelmed by fear at his invitation made Tolfast's stomach twist. "Hey, woah now. Easy there, lad. I won't make you go nowhere you don't want to," he replied, settling back into his knee. It was pretty clear Garatt did not want to he touched, but above all else, the idea of being forced to go 'back' was nearly petrifying. He needed to diffuse this situation before Garatt fled from him as well.

"That hand looks like it hurts a whole lot. Tell you what, you come with me to the Infirmary and I'll stay with you the whole time. Alright? We'll get you fixed up with a cup of klah and some numbweed, you'll feel right as rain." He tried to project confidence, a smile on his face. "I swear on my knots, no one'll make you go anywhere until you're ready. How's that sound?"

On Thu, Sep 24, 2020, 3:07 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

Tolfast may not have been the most perceptive person on Pern, but he could practically smell this lie. The sight of those splotches coloring the boy's skin made him worried, and that the boy tried to hide their origin told him the truth would be worse than he first thought. Garatt was scared of something. Someone? He suspected there might be a bully he'd been trying to escape via his time spent in the stables. This evidence didn't dissuade that notion. 

"I won't touch, I just want to see." He lifted both hands in surrender, a weak smile mustered to put the boy at ease. "I've got friends in the Infirmary, we could snag us a pot of numbweed. What do you think? Will you come with me?" 

The Infirrmary might have Cuylar but it was just as likely to have the Healer from the night before, the man who had perhaps been trying to be kind but who had kept talking about the Hatching and hadn't understood anything at all.

If he went back to the Infirmary they'd make him sleep there for the night. And then the next day would be the normal plan of lessons then food then lessons and if he tried to run they'd notice within a very short period and then it would be evening and M'ayen would find him and he''d have to go to the office and--

His imagination stuttered and failed at that point, too frightened even to think what happened after that. Bad things, his mind said darkly, and refused to go further.

"I..can't," he said, very quiet. "Please don't make me go back."


--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.



--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.



--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


Re: For Want Of A Horse Attn Tolfast

Laura Walker
 

"Tilly's okay," Garatt volunteered quietly. He calmed a little once it was clear that 'going to the Infirmary' was no longer the favoured option, sniffing back the tears. Explaining to Tolfast might be difficult, but it wasn't 'now I am in the Infirmary and have lost my chance to escape' difficult. He could do that. Probably. He pulled his bag more securely onto his shoulder with his good hand, not quite so anxious about shielding the hurt one if no-one was going to grab it. "..okay."


On Fri, Sep 25, 2020 at 12:41 AM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
"Garatt, listen to me," Tolfast said firmly, his smile waning. Everything about this screamed wrong and he had to do something about it.  "Everything is going to be alright, I won't let anyone take you anywhere. That hand needs to be seen by someone. I.." He struggled for an option that might seem amenable to the boy. "I've got a first aid kit in my office. Let's get out of this field and I'll see to your hand m'self. I'm no Healer, but I've wrapped enough runner legs. Can't be too different." He winked, trying to lighten the mood, though it wasn't likely to succeed. 

Tilly had been watching this exchange silently, head tilted from side to side as she tried to comprehend the distress. There was no danger here. She had seen to that! Big bad two-legs had turned into small two-legs. She padded toward them hesitantly, shying away from the glow basket and putting Tolfast between it and herself. {{No be scared, Tilly keep safe!!!}} She explained, puffing out her little green chest and lifting her ugly head high. {{Tilly best guard, biggest! ...Play now?}} 

"Not now, Tilly," Tolfast held her back with one hand and prevented her from getting too close to Garatt. 

On Thu, Sep 24, 2020 at 3:31 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
"I can't!" Garatt shook his head violently. "I-- if I go to the Infirmary they'll make me sleep there and then they'll make me go back to the Barracks!" That word was a wail.

"My hand's okay," he added, trying too late to cover his wrist, tugging at his sleeve as though he could make it unseen. "Really. I just caught it wrong." There were possibly worse liars on Pern, just most of them were under the age of five.

On Fri, Sep 25, 2020 at 12:21 AM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
The way Garatt seemed suddenly overwhelmed by fear at his invitation made Tolfast's stomach twist. "Hey, woah now. Easy there, lad. I won't make you go nowhere you don't want to," he replied, settling back into his knee. It was pretty clear Garatt did not want to he touched, but above all else, the idea of being forced to go 'back' was nearly petrifying. He needed to diffuse this situation before Garatt fled from him as well.

"That hand looks like it hurts a whole lot. Tell you what, you come with me to the Infirmary and I'll stay with you the whole time. Alright? We'll get you fixed up with a cup of klah and some numbweed, you'll feel right as rain." He tried to project confidence, a smile on his face. "I swear on my knots, no one'll make you go anywhere until you're ready. How's that sound?"

On Thu, Sep 24, 2020, 3:07 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

Tolfast may not have been the most perceptive person on Pern, but he could practically smell this lie. The sight of those splotches coloring the boy's skin made him worried, and that the boy tried to hide their origin told him the truth would be worse than he first thought. Garatt was scared of something. Someone? He suspected there might be a bully he'd been trying to escape via his time spent in the stables. This evidence didn't dissuade that notion. 

"I won't touch, I just want to see." He lifted both hands in surrender, a weak smile mustered to put the boy at ease. "I've got friends in the Infirmary, we could snag us a pot of numbweed. What do you think? Will you come with me?" 

The Infirrmary might have Cuylar but it was just as likely to have the Healer from the night before, the man who had perhaps been trying to be kind but who had kept talking about the Hatching and hadn't understood anything at all.

If he went back to the Infirmary they'd make him sleep there for the night. And then the next day would be the normal plan of lessons then food then lessons and if he tried to run they'd notice within a very short period and then it would be evening and M'ayen would find him and he''d have to go to the office and--

His imagination stuttered and failed at that point, too frightened even to think what happened after that. Bad things, his mind said darkly, and refused to go further.

"I..can't," he said, very quiet. "Please don't make me go back."


--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.



--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.



--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


Re: For Want Of A Horse Attn Tolfast

 

"Garatt, listen to me," Tolfast said firmly, his smile waning. Everything about this screamed wrong and he had to do something about it.  "Everything is going to be alright, I won't let anyone take you anywhere. That hand needs to be seen by someone. I.." He struggled for an option that might seem amenable to the boy. "I've got a first aid kit in my office. Let's get out of this field and I'll see to your hand m'self. I'm no Healer, but I've wrapped enough runner legs. Can't be too different." He winked, trying to lighten the mood, though it wasn't likely to succeed. 

Tilly had been watching this exchange silently, head tilted from side to side as she tried to comprehend the distress. There was no danger here. She had seen to that! Big bad two-legs had turned into small two-legs. She padded toward them hesitantly, shying away from the glow basket and putting Tolfast between it and herself. {{No be scared, Tilly keep safe!!!}} She explained, puffing out her little green chest and lifting her ugly head high. {{Tilly best guard, biggest! ...Play now?}} 

"Not now, Tilly," Tolfast held her back with one hand and prevented her from getting too close to Garatt. 

On Thu, Sep 24, 2020 at 3:31 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
"I can't!" Garatt shook his head violently. "I-- if I go to the Infirmary they'll make me sleep there and then they'll make me go back to the Barracks!" That word was a wail.

"My hand's okay," he added, trying too late to cover his wrist, tugging at his sleeve as though he could make it unseen. "Really. I just caught it wrong." There were possibly worse liars on Pern, just most of them were under the age of five.

On Fri, Sep 25, 2020 at 12:21 AM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
The way Garatt seemed suddenly overwhelmed by fear at his invitation made Tolfast's stomach twist. "Hey, woah now. Easy there, lad. I won't make you go nowhere you don't want to," he replied, settling back into his knee. It was pretty clear Garatt did not want to he touched, but above all else, the idea of being forced to go 'back' was nearly petrifying. He needed to diffuse this situation before Garatt fled from him as well.

"That hand looks like it hurts a whole lot. Tell you what, you come with me to the Infirmary and I'll stay with you the whole time. Alright? We'll get you fixed up with a cup of klah and some numbweed, you'll feel right as rain." He tried to project confidence, a smile on his face. "I swear on my knots, no one'll make you go anywhere until you're ready. How's that sound?"

On Thu, Sep 24, 2020, 3:07 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

Tolfast may not have been the most perceptive person on Pern, but he could practically smell this lie. The sight of those splotches coloring the boy's skin made him worried, and that the boy tried to hide their origin told him the truth would be worse than he first thought. Garatt was scared of something. Someone? He suspected there might be a bully he'd been trying to escape via his time spent in the stables. This evidence didn't dissuade that notion. 

"I won't touch, I just want to see." He lifted both hands in surrender, a weak smile mustered to put the boy at ease. "I've got friends in the Infirmary, we could snag us a pot of numbweed. What do you think? Will you come with me?" 

The Infirrmary might have Cuylar but it was just as likely to have the Healer from the night before, the man who had perhaps been trying to be kind but who had kept talking about the Hatching and hadn't understood anything at all.

If he went back to the Infirmary they'd make him sleep there for the night. And then the next day would be the normal plan of lessons then food then lessons and if he tried to run they'd notice within a very short period and then it would be evening and M'ayen would find him and he''d have to go to the office and--

His imagination stuttered and failed at that point, too frightened even to think what happened after that. Bad things, his mind said darkly, and refused to go further.

"I..can't," he said, very quiet. "Please don't make me go back."


--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.



--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


Re: For Want Of A Horse Attn Tolfast

Laura Walker
 

"I can't!" Garatt shook his head violently. "I-- if I go to the Infirmary they'll make me sleep there and then they'll make me go back to the Barracks!" That word was a wail.

"My hand's okay," he added, trying too late to cover his wrist, tugging at his sleeve as though he could make it unseen. "Really. I just caught it wrong." There were possibly worse liars on Pern, just most of them were under the age of five.

On Fri, Sep 25, 2020 at 12:21 AM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
The way Garatt seemed suddenly overwhelmed by fear at his invitation made Tolfast's stomach twist. "Hey, woah now. Easy there, lad. I won't make you go nowhere you don't want to," he replied, settling back into his knee. It was pretty clear Garatt did not want to he touched, but above all else, the idea of being forced to go 'back' was nearly petrifying. He needed to diffuse this situation before Garatt fled from him as well.

"That hand looks like it hurts a whole lot. Tell you what, you come with me to the Infirmary and I'll stay with you the whole time. Alright? We'll get you fixed up with a cup of klah and some numbweed, you'll feel right as rain." He tried to project confidence, a smile on his face. "I swear on my knots, no one'll make you go anywhere until you're ready. How's that sound?"

On Thu, Sep 24, 2020, 3:07 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

Tolfast may not have been the most perceptive person on Pern, but he could practically smell this lie. The sight of those splotches coloring the boy's skin made him worried, and that the boy tried to hide their origin told him the truth would be worse than he first thought. Garatt was scared of something. Someone? He suspected there might be a bully he'd been trying to escape via his time spent in the stables. This evidence didn't dissuade that notion. 

"I won't touch, I just want to see." He lifted both hands in surrender, a weak smile mustered to put the boy at ease. "I've got friends in the Infirmary, we could snag us a pot of numbweed. What do you think? Will you come with me?" 

The Infirrmary might have Cuylar but it was just as likely to have the Healer from the night before, the man who had perhaps been trying to be kind but who had kept talking about the Hatching and hadn't understood anything at all.

If he went back to the Infirmary they'd make him sleep there for the night. And then the next day would be the normal plan of lessons then food then lessons and if he tried to run they'd notice within a very short period and then it would be evening and M'ayen would find him and he''d have to go to the office and--

His imagination stuttered and failed at that point, too frightened even to think what happened after that. Bad things, his mind said darkly, and refused to go further.

"I..can't," he said, very quiet. "Please don't make me go back."


--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.



--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.