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

Aaron
 

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

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

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

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

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

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


***

Kodah was used to ignoring unpleasant things – like touching people covered in sand and dragon saliva. He would just have to wash his hands later. But for now...

"Talith, if you would..." he said to the brown. The boy was likely traumatized enough as it was. He did not need to add burns from the hot sands to the list. "I will take him."


I'm Sorry to Say This JP Kassia/Kodah

sailyn2
 

A couple of days after Kassia cut off the Caverns, Kassia went out to bring Kodah inside to talk. There was another guard outside and multiple male dragons. She doubted anything was getting in.


“Kodah, we need to talk,” she said, saying the words that no one wants to hear.


Kodah's heart sank. He had never thought to hear those words, not after… well, not until he had let a crazy kid get so near the eggs that the dragons had to deal with it. Nevermind that he had no say over whether any particular kid could come onto the Sands and no way to have known what would happen… He saw every incident as a failure on his part.


And perhaps now there had been too many incidents. Now, he would lose this, could lose this post of honor he had been afforded.


His face betrayed none of his thoughts. He simple followed where she led him and nodded when she spoke.


"Yes, ma'am," he said.


Kassia’s expression wasn’t exactly helpful. K’ren’s treatment was starting to work, but hadn’t fully kicked in. At least she was sleeping a little better and she wasn’t quite as volatile.


She gestured to a place in the Stands instead of near her desk where Brogan laid sleeping. No need for him to be on duty with so much protection around.


After sitting, she gestured for Kodah to join her. “Please, sit.”


Sniffit turned around to watch for anyone approaching and sat some few meters away as they continued to sit down.


Kodah sat as instructed. He assumed that Kassia chose the slightly less formal setting simply to avoid waking Brogan. Kodah, too, knew the value in letting a sleeping wher sleep if they were off duty.


“I’m not meaning to scare you,” she said as she pulled her braid over her shoulder and played with it, a sure sign that she was agitated. “But I have to say something...I really hate to say it.”


Well. That was it, then. She would have to send him on his way. Kodah would just have to get used to being an ordinary guard again. There was no dishonor in that… but being removed from this position, well…


"I'm listening," said Kodah. He nodded. Kassia had certainly been a little off with everything that had happened, but Kodah had not treated her any differently… not really. He had gone out of his way to be more accommodating, but he had not begun speaking to her as though she were a child or the like.


Kassia nodded and continued to fiddle with her braid until she was outright pulling it. Foreth was watching from the Sands and she gave a grunt, a reminder for Kassia to realize what she was doing and the Weyrwoman reluctantly released the braid and pushed it back over the shouler.


“I want you to know this isn’t your fault...” she said.


Kodah supposed it was nice that Kassia at least seemed to be… worried for his feelings? Was that it? Still, he wished she would spit it out. He nodded.


"Yes, ma'am," he said.


Kassia turned to fidgeting with her hand. Another long moment passed and then she blurted, “You can’t be my guard. At least for a while. We can’t risk you Stands Impressing. I’d give you the option, but you have a wher. That’d be disastrous.”


Kodah blinked. He had expected the first bit, but the explanation? That was… well, unexpected.


"Am I not too old to Stand?" he asked. Truth be told, he thought having Sniffit would have precluded it all together.


“To Stand, yes,” Kassia said. Her eyes glanced at Brogan. “But Stands Impressions have happened at your age. And a dragon won’t necessarily care if you have a wher. We can’t risk it anyway. Is Sniffit bonded or Impressed?”


"Impressed," said Kodah. And he could not help but turn to glance at him. He could feel the little nudge from Sniffit, even though the brown did not take his eyes off of his watch. "Then… you're sending me away? Can I not just… leave when the Hatching starts?"


She shook her head. “By then if the dragon has picked you, they’ll search you out or die. You’ve already been around longer than is maybe good.”


Kodah looked down, his eyes wandering back in forth in thought.


"If… If I've already been around, would it make any difference if I stayed away now?" he wondered. This was the closest he ever came to arguing with Kassia. This job was very important to him.


“We have no idea if it’s superstitious or not, but there’s some worry that the more contact, the more likely of an Impression,” Kassia said. “That’s why we generally let the Candidates in. There’s no guarantee, but the worry is there. And you have no way of giving Siniffit to someone else either now or if you Impressed.”


Kodah nodded. There had to be some way to make this work… Of course, Kassia might say that she would bring him back after, and she might even mean it, but… If he went away, he might never make it back, no matter what anyone meant now.


"Do the babies sleep?" he wondered. "Like the big ones sleep at night? If I were here at night, maybe they would be sleeping…"


Kassia shrugged. “I imagine, but we have no idea and no idea when. We don’t even know when they become aware and what factors affect them possibly noticing the people around them. Maybe...maybe if I only brought you in occasionally and at night. That might be okay.”


Kodah nodded swiftly.


"I'll do it," he said. He would have agreed to anything if it would keep him on Kassia's staff. "Please," he added. And Kodah never asked for anything.


That earned him a nod. “I’ll send word over to work out an appropriate schedule. You can finish your shift today.”


Kodah relaxed for a moment before resuming his usual posture. He was most certainly relieved. It would be much easier for him to recover after the Hatching was over with his foot still in the proverbial door.


"Thank you, ma'am," he said.


“Thank you for all you do,” Kassia said. “You may go back to your post.”




Re: After the Dust...Isn't Settling Yet attem: Zosime/Kassia

Jerzy Tobin
 

"Good morning, Zosime," Kassia said. It was a couple of days after K'ren worked his magic and she seemed less overly full of energy. If anything, she looked tired. "How are you this morning?"
"I'm doing very well, Ma'am, thank you for asking," Zosime replied
with a smile. "And yourself?"



--
"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


Re: After the Dust...Isn't Settling Yet attem: Zosime/Kassia

sailyn2
 

"Good morning, Zosime," Kassia said. It was a couple of days after K'ren worked his magic and she seemed less overly full of energy. If anything, she looked tired. "How are you this morning?"


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

sailyn2
 

"That's not for me to decide," T'rif said. "That's for the Weyrwoman to decide."


Re: After the Dust...Isn't Settling Yet attem: Zosime/Kassia

Jerzy Tobin
 

With Foreth on the Sands and Kassia spending more and more time there, Brogan was beginning to get cooped up. At four months pregnant, and months of being more sedate with Foreth in the Cavern, Kassia was starting to feel more easily winded. She was near the Candidate Barracks when she had to stop to catch her breath.
Zosime was just returning to the candidate barracks from her last
round of chores for the day. Folding laundry wasn't the most
interesting thing to do, but it wasn't difficult either, and didn't
leave one in disarray afterwards. So she still looked as neat and
tidy as when she'd gone out. When the young woman saw the Weyrwoman
and her wher on the path in front of her, Zosime immediately slowed
down and approached with no small amount of trepidation.

"Greetings, Weyrwoman Kassia," Zosime said with both a salute and a curtsy.



--
"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


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

kepheren
 

He was surprised when Asheran offered his hand. To his own surprise Ronhim only hesitated half a second before shaking it and smiling. 

"Well met Asheran. I'm Ronhim and really new here. Former drudge from a Hold..."

He let that thought trail off, both because he didn't want to dwell on the past and because he figured that would explain why he didn't think he would rate a bronze. 

"It looks kind of angry. If I had to guess that sounds like a bronze or really big brown."


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

Laurie
 

Ru nodded absently at T'rif. She breathed a sigh of relief when the feet moved, but winced at the evident agony Namieh evidently felt. When she started sobbing Ru shook her head.

"Enough of that. You can cry after we've got you put back together, but for now, you're causing yourself even more pain." But the injuries were bad. It was going to be excruciating to be moved onto the stretcher, and carried back to the Infirmary. But initial examination showed that she wasn't paralyzed--yet--and her breath sounds were good, so the ribs hadn't punctured a lung--again, yet. Fellis would relax her, but she didn't want her too relaxed before getting her to the Infirmary.

She sighed. "OK, I hate to do this to you but you think you're in pain now? We need to move you now, and the pain is going to be so much worse. But I promise, after we get you there I'll make sure you won't have any pain for several hours, at least." She gestured for the apprentices to move the girl to the stretcher. "Gently!" she admonished, steel in her tone. She could easily make their lives miserable in the Infirmary, and even though this Candidate had done something illegal and unconscionable, Rulynn wasn't sadistic. There were better ways to punish a wayward Candidate.

"I know you want some sort of punishment for this child," she said to T'rif, "but for now, the amount of pain she's going to be in should be enough. She will also definitely not Stand for this Clutch, and depending on when the next queen rises, possibly not the next one either. For today, that knowledge will have to suffice."  

On Sun, Aug 16, 2020 at 9:18 AM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:
"She must have snuck in pretending to be a boy," T'rif guessed as she got out of the way. "I told her not to move until you got here." He was worried about her, but also furious.


After the Dust...Isn't Settling Yet attem: Zosime/Kassia

sailyn2
 

With Foreth on the Sands and Kassia spending more and more time there, Brogan was beginning to get cooped up. At four months pregnant, and months of being more sedate with Foreth in the Cavern, Kassia was starting to feel more easily winded. She was near the Candidate Barracks when she had to stop to catch her breath.


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

sailyn2
 

"She must have snuck in pretending to be a boy," T'rif guessed as she got out of the way. "I told her not to move until you got here." He was worried about her, but also furious.


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

 

Could she? Nami blinked hard a few times, hanging onto the task with proverbially blanched knuckles. Willing her feet to move and trying to settle the rise of fear in her belly that the question had inspired, she wiggled her toes. Then she flexed her feet. Everything seemed fine on that front. When she began to move her legs, however, the motion jostled her torso and she cried out in pain. The sudden compression of her diaphragm sent another wave of agony through her chest, and the girl dissolved into helpless sobs. 


On Sat, Aug 15, 2020, 8:39 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Rulynn frowned. Broken ribs for sure. Arm broken, probably collarbone along with it. Definitely a concussion, by the way her eyes kept going in and out of focus. Her legs looked good, but...

"Can you move your feet? You don't have to move it much, just so I know you can?"  The cuts and abrasions she sported were minor, though there was a telltale hint of red on the Sands by her head. Girl probably didn't know how lucky she was.

The apprentices arrived with the stretcher. She motioned for them to place it next to Namieh, but she waited for the girl to move her feet first. If she ended up paralyzed, Ru had a morbid curiosity whether it happened.after they moved the girl. Hopefully, she wouldn't need to worry about that curiosity.

On Sun, Aug 16, 2020 at 12:14 AM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
Namieh was in a sorry state, but she was aware of the questions being asked even if she didn't immediately respond. Spitfire, she'd never felt so much pain! It was all her mind could focus on for several moments before she steered through the fog of traumatized confusion. Why was it so hard to put her thoughts together? The girl whimpered when she took a breath to speak, inhaling haltingly as if it were difficult before croaking a few words. "I... I'm.. It hurts," she stated the obvious, unable to get more out with what little air she'd regained after the wind had been knocked out of her. Her right arm was bent in an unnatural direction where it should have been straight and by the angle of her shoulder, there was more amiss than a single break.

On Sat, Aug 15, 2020 at 7:56 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
By now the whole Weyr was in an uproar over two kids trying to see the eggs earlier than the rest. Rulynn had just finished with a patient when someone ran into the Infirmary calling for a Healer--Foreth had flung a candidate against a wall for trying to see the eggs without permission.

Serves them right, she thought, but she grabbed up her things and called for a couple apprentices to bring a stretcher. If the Candidate had hit the wall, who knew just how bad the injuries were.

Shortly she was sidling up next to the assistant Candidate master, T'rif, who was bent over the person. She immediately knew it was a girl, the way she was crumpled there, and from the sounds she was making. Scanning the Stands, all she saw were boys leaving.

"Was this the only female allowed here?" she asked T'rif, "or did she sneak in?" Without waiting for an answer, she ran gentle fingers down the Candidate's limbs, feeling for breaks. But it was the back she was worried about.

"Hey," she said, not exactly kindly but gently enough to not scare the girl, "can you talk? Can you see?"

On Sat, Aug 15, 2020 at 10:55 PM Jenna Cunningham <jenna.layne.cunningham@...> wrote:
The feminine sobs of Namieh may have been unmissable to the nearby Assistant Candidatemaster, but to Asheran she was still just a dumb boy who had been badly hurt, and he blamed himself. From his spot caged under the brown dragon's clawed foot, he couldn't move to see if the other candidate was okay, and couldn't hear much above the yelling of the guards and the rush of blood in his own ears. Methodically, numb and a little in shock, he began to check himself over, probing inexpertly at his own limbs for any signs of - of pain he couldn't ignore, he supposed. Nothing felt broken. He'd bruise, and there was a shallow scrape up the side of his face where he had been roughed up by the fall to the sandy floor, but he wasn't - whatever the other candidate was.

"I was trying to stop him," he said again, with a flat sort of inflection to the quiet words that suggested a disbelief that bordered on disassociation, and found himself shivering violently as the adrenaline started to fade. "I don't know why he - I was trying to stop him from getting hurt."


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

Laurie
 

Rulynn frowned. Broken ribs for sure. Arm broken, probably collarbone along with it. Definitely a concussion, by the way her eyes kept going in and out of focus. Her legs looked good, but...

"Can you move your feet? You don't have to move it much, just so I know you can?"  The cuts and abrasions she sported were minor, though there was a telltale hint of red on the Sands by her head. Girl probably didn't know how lucky she was.

The apprentices arrived with the stretcher. She motioned for them to place it next to Namieh, but she waited for the girl to move her feet first. If she ended up paralyzed, Ru had a morbid curiosity whether it happened.after they moved the girl. Hopefully, she wouldn't need to worry about that curiosity.

On Sun, Aug 16, 2020 at 12:14 AM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
Namieh was in a sorry state, but she was aware of the questions being asked even if she didn't immediately respond. Spitfire, she'd never felt so much pain! It was all her mind could focus on for several moments before she steered through the fog of traumatized confusion. Why was it so hard to put her thoughts together? The girl whimpered when she took a breath to speak, inhaling haltingly as if it were difficult before croaking a few words. "I... I'm.. It hurts," she stated the obvious, unable to get more out with what little air she'd regained after the wind had been knocked out of her. Her right arm was bent in an unnatural direction where it should have been straight and by the angle of her shoulder, there was more amiss than a single break.

On Sat, Aug 15, 2020 at 7:56 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
By now the whole Weyr was in an uproar over two kids trying to see the eggs earlier than the rest. Rulynn had just finished with a patient when someone ran into the Infirmary calling for a Healer--Foreth had flung a candidate against a wall for trying to see the eggs without permission.

Serves them right, she thought, but she grabbed up her things and called for a couple apprentices to bring a stretcher. If the Candidate had hit the wall, who knew just how bad the injuries were.

Shortly she was sidling up next to the assistant Candidate master, T'rif, who was bent over the person. She immediately knew it was a girl, the way she was crumpled there, and from the sounds she was making. Scanning the Stands, all she saw were boys leaving.

"Was this the only female allowed here?" she asked T'rif, "or did she sneak in?" Without waiting for an answer, she ran gentle fingers down the Candidate's limbs, feeling for breaks. But it was the back she was worried about.

"Hey," she said, not exactly kindly but gently enough to not scare the girl, "can you talk? Can you see?"

On Sat, Aug 15, 2020 at 10:55 PM Jenna Cunningham <jenna.layne.cunningham@...> wrote:
The feminine sobs of Namieh may have been unmissable to the nearby Assistant Candidatemaster, but to Asheran she was still just a dumb boy who had been badly hurt, and he blamed himself. From his spot caged under the brown dragon's clawed foot, he couldn't move to see if the other candidate was okay, and couldn't hear much above the yelling of the guards and the rush of blood in his own ears. Methodically, numb and a little in shock, he began to check himself over, probing inexpertly at his own limbs for any signs of - of pain he couldn't ignore, he supposed. Nothing felt broken. He'd bruise, and there was a shallow scrape up the side of his face where he had been roughed up by the fall to the sandy floor, but he wasn't - whatever the other candidate was.

"I was trying to stop him," he said again, with a flat sort of inflection to the quiet words that suggested a disbelief that bordered on disassociation, and found himself shivering violently as the adrenaline started to fade. "I don't know why he - I was trying to stop him from getting hurt."


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

 

Namieh was in a sorry state, but she was aware of the questions being asked even if she didn't immediately respond. Spitfire, she'd never felt so much pain! It was all her mind could focus on for several moments before she steered through the fog of traumatized confusion. Why was it so hard to put her thoughts together? The girl whimpered when she took a breath to speak, inhaling haltingly as if it were difficult before croaking a few words. "I... I'm.. It hurts," she stated the obvious, unable to get more out with what little air she'd regained after the wind had been knocked out of her. Her right arm was bent in an unnatural direction where it should have been straight and by the angle of her shoulder, there was more amiss than a single break.


On Sat, Aug 15, 2020 at 7:56 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
By now the whole Weyr was in an uproar over two kids trying to see the eggs earlier than the rest. Rulynn had just finished with a patient when someone ran into the Infirmary calling for a Healer--Foreth had flung a candidate against a wall for trying to see the eggs without permission.

Serves them right, she thought, but she grabbed up her things and called for a couple apprentices to bring a stretcher. If the Candidate had hit the wall, who knew just how bad the injuries were.

Shortly she was sidling up next to the assistant Candidate master, T'rif, who was bent over the person. She immediately knew it was a girl, the way she was crumpled there, and from the sounds she was making. Scanning the Stands, all she saw were boys leaving.

"Was this the only female allowed here?" she asked T'rif, "or did she sneak in?" Without waiting for an answer, she ran gentle fingers down the Candidate's limbs, feeling for breaks. But it was the back she was worried about.

"Hey," she said, not exactly kindly but gently enough to not scare the girl, "can you talk? Can you see?"

On Sat, Aug 15, 2020 at 10:55 PM Jenna Cunningham <jenna.layne.cunningham@...> wrote:
The feminine sobs of Namieh may have been unmissable to the nearby Assistant Candidatemaster, but to Asheran she was still just a dumb boy who had been badly hurt, and he blamed himself. From his spot caged under the brown dragon's clawed foot, he couldn't move to see if the other candidate was okay, and couldn't hear much above the yelling of the guards and the rush of blood in his own ears. Methodically, numb and a little in shock, he began to check himself over, probing inexpertly at his own limbs for any signs of - of pain he couldn't ignore, he supposed. Nothing felt broken. He'd bruise, and there was a shallow scrape up the side of his face where he had been roughed up by the fall to the sandy floor, but he wasn't - whatever the other candidate was.

"I was trying to stop him," he said again, with a flat sort of inflection to the quiet words that suggested a disbelief that bordered on disassociation, and found himself shivering violently as the adrenaline started to fade. "I don't know why he - I was trying to stop him from getting hurt."


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

Laurie
 

By now the whole Weyr was in an uproar over two kids trying to see the eggs earlier than the rest. Rulynn had just finished with a patient when someone ran into the Infirmary calling for a Healer--Foreth had flung a candidate against a wall for trying to see the eggs without permission.

Serves them right, she thought, but she grabbed up her things and called for a couple apprentices to bring a stretcher. If the Candidate had hit the wall, who knew just how bad the injuries were.

Shortly she was sidling up next to the assistant Candidate master, T'rif, who was bent over the person. She immediately knew it was a girl, the way she was crumpled there, and from the sounds she was making. Scanning the Stands, all she saw were boys leaving.

"Was this the only female allowed here?" she asked T'rif, "or did she sneak in?" Without waiting for an answer, she ran gentle fingers down the Candidate's limbs, feeling for breaks. But it was the back she was worried about.

"Hey," she said, not exactly kindly but gently enough to not scare the girl, "can you talk? Can you see?"

On Sat, Aug 15, 2020 at 10:55 PM Jenna Cunningham <jenna.layne.cunningham@...> wrote:
The feminine sobs of Namieh may have been unmissable to the nearby Assistant Candidatemaster, but to Asheran she was still just a dumb boy who had been badly hurt, and he blamed himself. From his spot caged under the brown dragon's clawed foot, he couldn't move to see if the other candidate was okay, and couldn't hear much above the yelling of the guards and the rush of blood in his own ears. Methodically, numb and a little in shock, he began to check himself over, probing inexpertly at his own limbs for any signs of - of pain he couldn't ignore, he supposed. Nothing felt broken. He'd bruise, and there was a shallow scrape up the side of his face where he had been roughed up by the fall to the sandy floor, but he wasn't - whatever the other candidate was.

"I was trying to stop him," he said again, with a flat sort of inflection to the quiet words that suggested a disbelief that bordered on disassociation, and found himself shivering violently as the adrenaline started to fade. "I don't know why he - I was trying to stop him from getting hurt."


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

Jenna Cunningham
 

"Don't discount yourself," Asheran interrupted when Ronhim mentioned, in that dreamy tone, that he thought he wasn't fit for bronze. He couldn't fathom not wanting a bronze - and not secretly thinking that you were good enough for the greatest of bronzes. Green, though. He tried not to make a face, though he did let his eyes roll as he gazed back at the hatching sands from his distant perch. "A green wouldn't suit me, I think," he said finally, then rubbed the back of his neck. Where was the... there, there was the brick-red, skull-faced egg.

"Bronze?" He hedged, because the more bronzes, the merrier. Red was a similar hue to brown, though, wasn't it? Maybe it was another brown. "Not a blue, anyway. Not a green. What do you think?"

And then, because he wasn't sure he'd met the boy before - being released to craftwork meant he missed new arrivals to the barracks: "I'm Asheran, by the way." He stuck out his hand.


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

Jenna Cunningham
 

The feminine sobs of Namieh may have been unmissable to the nearby Assistant Candidatemaster, but to Asheran she was still just a dumb boy who had been badly hurt, and he blamed himself. From his spot caged under the brown dragon's clawed foot, he couldn't move to see if the other candidate was okay, and couldn't hear much above the yelling of the guards and the rush of blood in his own ears. Methodically, numb and a little in shock, he began to check himself over, probing inexpertly at his own limbs for any signs of - of pain he couldn't ignore, he supposed. Nothing felt broken. He'd bruise, and there was a shallow scrape up the side of his face where he had been roughed up by the fall to the sandy floor, but he wasn't - whatever the other candidate was.

"I was trying to stop him," he said again, with a flat sort of inflection to the quiet words that suggested a disbelief that bordered on disassociation, and found himself shivering violently as the adrenaline started to fade. "I don't know why he - I was trying to stop him from getting hurt."


Re: Can You Help? atten: Calyse/Kashara

 

"My parents were a little like that, too. I imagine all us weyrbrats have similar stories. My Da was really never around, always busy with his duties, but he wasn't a goldrider, o-obviously." Calyse nodded. "My parents are... let's say they're dragonriders first above all else. Like they're s'posed to be, but they serve themselves next and anyone else after that." She had a shrug of her own. "Can't say I really miss them. I-It's been kind of nice being out on my own, making my own choices."


On Thu, Aug 13, 2020, 3:11 AM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:
"It's got some pressure, yeah," Kashara said with a shrug. "I spent a lot of time with her when I was younger, but she was often busy. She was stricter with me than my sister, but we got away with a lot. And yes, I was around Foreth a lot. For better or for worse." She smiled at that.


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

Alyx
 

Fabio simply chittered sadly. He hurt too much to think of much more to do. But he didn't squirm when picked up. On close examination, it was obvious that this was far from the first time he'd been hurt and tended to. At least he was calm and used to it by now. Of course, he was an idiot of a flit, and that calm could change at any moment.
--
Have fun with any of my characters. Alyx, Lerian (candidates), Vayka (Healer), J'hen, D'vik, Teyra, Cotai (Riders), Rotasta (AWLM)


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

Alyx
 

"Mostly they are. But you never mess with a momma. Don't matter what kind. Momma's gonna protect their babies right?" Lerian paused and considered a moment, he didn't want the other kid scared too badly. "You ought to go to the lake, meet some friendly ones. There's an old brown that sits down there a lot. He's friendly...though sometimes he says odd things."
--
Have fun with any of my characters. Alyx, Lerian (candidates), Vayka (Healer), J'hen, D'vik, Teyra, Cotai (Riders), Rotasta (AWLM)


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

sailyn2
 

"Hey, hey, Can you speak?" T'rif asked. Where were the healers? He looked around, but help hadn't arrived yet. "Try not to move too much until we can get a healer to look at you."

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