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Re: For Want Of A Horse Attn Tolfast

 

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.


Re: For Want Of A Horse Attn Tolfast

Laura Walker
 


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.


Re: For Want Of A Horse Attn Tolfast

 

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?" 


On Thu, Sep 24, 2020, 2:46 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
Garatt shook his head, but flinched away when Tolfast reached for his hand, trying to hide his left hand behind his right. "Not the fence. It-- I--" His imagination stalled because every excuse he'd tried so far had failed. Obstacle course hadn't lasted a second, and 'slammed in a door' hadn't lasted that long either. "I--hurt it." 

There were bruises peeking around the edge of his sleeve, vivid purple-red bruising, impossible to miss even in the glowlight.

On Thu, Sep 24, 2020 at 11:39 PM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
"I know you wouldn't, lad," Tolfast replied, kneeling when he reached the boy - both in order to be on his level and to present a less intimidating posture. "You've never made me think you'd be anything but gentle. You know all you needed to do was ask if you wanted to go for a ride. Couldn't it have waited til mornin'?" He set the basket of glows down beside them and reached for Garatt's hands, noting the way he held them so protectively. "Did the fence get'cha?" 

On Thu, Sep 24, 2020 at 2:26 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

Blinking away his astonishment, Tolfast gave a thoughtful frown at the scene before him. Tilly had ceased her jumping, sensing that this wasn't the time for play after all, and retreated back behind Tolfast's legs at the sound of the boy's sad apologies. She didn't understand this emotion, this reaction. Even without the wher's reservations in his mind, Tolfast knew something was very wrong. The candidate had always been a tad skittish and he recognized a kindred spirit from their first meeting, but he also knew desperation when he saw it. Something had happened.

"Garatt, it's alright lad. Take a breath," he advised, stepping forward with his free hand held palm up and open, approaching the child in the same manner he might a terrified runner. His voice softly low and soothing, markedly different from the shouts a moment earlier. "You done nothin' yet. Why are you sorry? Come here, let me take a look at you." 

"I--I didn't mean--" Garatt fumbled for excuses and found none, far too conscious himself that he'd wanted to do a bad thing even if he hadn't actually done it. Kindness when you didn't feel like you deserved it could be as hard to bear as cruel and he sniffled, because Tolfast was kind and really really did not deserve stupid ungrateful boys stealing his runners.

(amazing how, after a time, the heckling voice in your head happened all on its own and without the bully even needing to be there).

He didn't try to bolt again, but didn't move closer either, shivering with fear and shock. "I wouldn't have hurt her. I was just-- but I couldn't catch her.." Another boy maybe might have concocted a lie about what he had been doing there. Garatt was far beyond the point where that even felt worth trying.


 

--

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
 

Garatt shook his head, but flinched away when Tolfast reached for his hand, trying to hide his left hand behind his right. "Not the fence. It-- I--" His imagination stalled because every excuse he'd tried so far had failed. Obstacle course hadn't lasted a second, and 'slammed in a door' hadn't lasted that long either. "I--hurt it." 

There were bruises peeking around the edge of his sleeve, vivid purple-red bruising, impossible to miss even in the glowlight.

On Thu, Sep 24, 2020 at 11:39 PM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
"I know you wouldn't, lad," Tolfast replied, kneeling when he reached the boy - both in order to be on his level and to present a less intimidating posture. "You've never made me think you'd be anything but gentle. You know all you needed to do was ask if you wanted to go for a ride. Couldn't it have waited til mornin'?" He set the basket of glows down beside them and reached for Garatt's hands, noting the way he held them so protectively. "Did the fence get'cha?" 

On Thu, Sep 24, 2020 at 2:26 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

Blinking away his astonishment, Tolfast gave a thoughtful frown at the scene before him. Tilly had ceased her jumping, sensing that this wasn't the time for play after all, and retreated back behind Tolfast's legs at the sound of the boy's sad apologies. She didn't understand this emotion, this reaction. Even without the wher's reservations in his mind, Tolfast knew something was very wrong. The candidate had always been a tad skittish and he recognized a kindred spirit from their first meeting, but he also knew desperation when he saw it. Something had happened.

"Garatt, it's alright lad. Take a breath," he advised, stepping forward with his free hand held palm up and open, approaching the child in the same manner he might a terrified runner. His voice softly low and soothing, markedly different from the shouts a moment earlier. "You done nothin' yet. Why are you sorry? Come here, let me take a look at you." 

"I--I didn't mean--" Garatt fumbled for excuses and found none, far too conscious himself that he'd wanted to do a bad thing even if he hadn't actually done it. Kindness when you didn't feel like you deserved it could be as hard to bear as cruel and he sniffled, because Tolfast was kind and really really did not deserve stupid ungrateful boys stealing his runners.

(amazing how, after a time, the heckling voice in your head happened all on its own and without the bully even needing to be there).

He didn't try to bolt again, but didn't move closer either, shivering with fear and shock. "I wouldn't have hurt her. I was just-- but I couldn't catch her.." Another boy maybe might have concocted a lie about what he had been doing there. Garatt was far beyond the point where that even felt worth trying.


 

--

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

 

"I know you wouldn't, lad," Tolfast replied, kneeling when he reached the boy - both in order to be on his level and to present a less intimidating posture. "You've never made me think you'd be anything but gentle. You know all you needed to do was ask if you wanted to go for a ride. Couldn't it have waited til mornin'?" He set the basket of glows down beside them and reached for Garatt's hands, noting the way he held them so protectively. "Did the fence get'cha?" 


On Thu, Sep 24, 2020 at 2:26 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

Blinking away his astonishment, Tolfast gave a thoughtful frown at the scene before him. Tilly had ceased her jumping, sensing that this wasn't the time for play after all, and retreated back behind Tolfast's legs at the sound of the boy's sad apologies. She didn't understand this emotion, this reaction. Even without the wher's reservations in his mind, Tolfast knew something was very wrong. The candidate had always been a tad skittish and he recognized a kindred spirit from their first meeting, but he also knew desperation when he saw it. Something had happened.

"Garatt, it's alright lad. Take a breath," he advised, stepping forward with his free hand held palm up and open, approaching the child in the same manner he might a terrified runner. His voice softly low and soothing, markedly different from the shouts a moment earlier. "You done nothin' yet. Why are you sorry? Come here, let me take a look at you." 

"I--I didn't mean--" Garatt fumbled for excuses and found none, far too conscious himself that he'd wanted to do a bad thing even if he hadn't actually done it. Kindness when you didn't feel like you deserved it could be as hard to bear as cruel and he sniffled, because Tolfast was kind and really really did not deserve stupid ungrateful boys stealing his runners.

(amazing how, after a time, the heckling voice in your head happened all on its own and without the bully even needing to be there).

He didn't try to bolt again, but didn't move closer either, shivering with fear and shock. "I wouldn't have hurt her. I was just-- but I couldn't catch her.." Another boy maybe might have concocted a lie about what he had been doing there. Garatt was far beyond the point where that even felt worth trying.


 

--

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
 


Blinking away his astonishment, Tolfast gave a thoughtful frown at the scene before him. Tilly had ceased her jumping, sensing that this wasn't the time for play after all, and retreated back behind Tolfast's legs at the sound of the boy's sad apologies. She didn't understand this emotion, this reaction. Even without the wher's reservations in his mind, Tolfast knew something was very wrong. The candidate had always been a tad skittish and he recognized a kindred spirit from their first meeting, but he also knew desperation when he saw it. Something had happened.

"Garatt, it's alright lad. Take a breath," he advised, stepping forward with his free hand held palm up and open, approaching the child in the same manner he might a terrified runner. His voice softly low and soothing, markedly different from the shouts a moment earlier. "You done nothin' yet. Why are you sorry? Come here, let me take a look at you." 

"I--I didn't mean--" Garatt fumbled for excuses and found none, far too conscious himself that he'd wanted to do a bad thing even if he hadn't actually done it. Kindness when you didn't feel like you deserved it could be as hard to bear as cruel and he sniffled, because Tolfast was kind and really really did not deserve stupid ungrateful boys stealing his runners.

(amazing how, after a time, the heckling voice in your head happened all on its own and without the bully even needing to be there).

He didn't try to bolt again, but didn't move closer either, shivering with fear and shock. "I wouldn't have hurt her. I was just-- but I couldn't catch her.." Another boy maybe might have concocted a lie about what he had been doing there. Garatt was far beyond the point where that even felt worth trying.


 

--

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

 

Blinking away his astonishment, Tolfast gave a thoughtful frown at the scene before him. Tilly had ceased her jumping, sensing that this wasn't the time for play after all, and retreated back behind Tolfast's legs at the sound of the boy's sad apologies. She didn't understand this emotion, this reaction. Even without the wher's reservations in his mind, Tolfast knew something was very wrong. The candidate had always been a tad skittish and he recognized a kindred spirit from their first meeting, but he also knew desperation when he saw it. Something had happened.

"Garatt, it's alright lad. Take a breath," he advised, stepping forward with his free hand held palm up and open, approaching the child in the same manner he might a terrified runner. His voice softly low and soothing, markedly different from the shouts a moment earlier. "You done nothin' yet. Why are you sorry? Come here, let me take a look at you." 


On Thu, Sep 24, 2020, 12:49 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
"I'm sorry!" Was it worse to be caught by someone you were scared of or someone you didn't want to disappoint? Garatt couldn't decide, only knew that this was the baddest of bad days. His hand hurt and everything else hurt more and now he was going to add to the people who were angry with him. He hugged his hand to his chest, trying at least to take it like a man rather than crying like a baby again. It didn't work. Whatever his mind might want to do, however he tried to blink them back, his eyes still flooded with tears. 

"I'm sorry," he repeated, back against the fence. "I was..was only going to borrow her." Theft, his mind sang severely. Borrowing-without-asking was theft and got you a lot more trouble than cheating.

On Thu, Sep 24, 2020 at 9:36 PM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
Tolfast wasn't certain what to expect, but he was a man who preferred to be prepared for all scenarios. He could barely see the shape that bolted toward the fence even with the glow basket. This is where Tilly would provide the advantage. Her specialized eyes had no trouble locating the fleeing boy and she scampered after him on small legs, bugling angrily. {{No run from Tilly!}} 

The runners had scattered to the far side of the field over the commotion. Tolfast would check on them later. He vaulted less awkwardly over the fence than anticipated, landing with only a minor stumble on the other side. "You, stop right there!" He shouted, racing after them.

Tilly skidded to a halt a few yards away from the boy, continuing to bounce where she stood in excitement. With teeth bared, her rumbling noises might have been considered threatening were she any bigger than a canine, but her resemblance to a yapping pup was uncanny. {{Tilly catch!}} She announced with pride, stalking forward with a giddy hop. Suddenly, she froze, nostrils flaring with a scent she found familiar. She knew this two-legs! {{...Play? Play, play!}} The little green's demeanor changed abruptly and she leaped forward to butt Garatt's leg with her headknobs.

Tolfast finally caught up, raising the basket high to illuminate the pair as he approached at a trot. "What are you-- Wait," he began to demand, but his severe expression turned shocked. "G-Garatt? Is that you?"

On Fri, Sep 18, 2020, 1:43 AM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
It had always been a stupid plan. Runners were fast and they were big and none of them had any intention whatsoever of being caught, If Garatt, by some miracle, did get close they pushed past him to get to the other end of the field. He wasn't a trained BeastCrafter; he was a skinny fourteen turn old with a hurt hand and the picture in his head where his favourite runner just decided to let him climb on was never going to happen.

But getting caught? That was worse than failing. That would get him straight back to M'ayen, with more ammunition for the ACM to use as punishment. Garatt's breathing stuttered at that thought. He knew just how severe the ACM had been over cheating. For something like theft.. and runner theft at that..

He tried to run, seeing the man but not the wher in the dimly lit field. Desperation lent him a burst of speed, but that got him as far as the fence. The fence where he gripped it with both hands and tried to pull himself up and over, forgetting in his panic why he hadn't been using that plan. The flare of pain made him drop back with a yelp, cradling his hand.

On Fri, Sep 18, 2020 at 1:54 AM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
Tilly may have been a young green wher prone to playfulness and inattention, but she took her "job" as nightwatch very seriously. On a long tether that let her sit near the entrance to the stables without Tolfast at her side, her view of the surrounding beast pens was remarkably clear. Had the runner not screamed in alarm, it's likely she would have eventually detected the intruder's presence, but that shrill whinny alerted her immediately. 

{{Bad two-legs! Tilly see!}} She strained against her line, pointing like an arrow toward the field. {{Tilly catch!}}

Tolfast happened to be awake when he received the wher's message and abandoned the scrolls he had been reading before bed. Sleep rarely came easily to him. Leaping out of his armchair in response to this emergency, he wasted no time stuffing feet into his boots and racing out the door, everything else abandoned in the moment. Shep snored peacefully at the foot of his bed, undisturbed. 

Swiping a basket of glows from the wall, he made his way out across the stable yard casting long shadows as he went. Tilly was bouncing at the end of her tether when he approached, and he freed her to join him. One could never be sure what or who they would find. She raced ahead down the path that circled the pens, and Tolfast jogged to keep up. 

"Ho, who goes there?" He called, announcing himself as they neared the scattered runners. Tilly darted through the fencing, her keen eyes on the boy.

{{No take!}} She commanded, though her tiny stature was less intimidating than she would have liked. 


On Thu, Sep 17, 2020, 3:36 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
"Please don't make a noise."

Garatt knew exactly what field to head for, looking for his favourite runner. If they had moved her-- The worry gnawed at his stomach as he opened the gate, habit making him close it behind him. It would be awful it he didn't catch her and she got out anyway and to the dragons.

"Come on then, come on, girl, please."

It was dark and the runner, friendly enough by day, was not particularly keen on being approached by strange boys at night. She shied away as he approached.

Usually an orangeroot helped. But he hadn't brought an orangeroot.

"Please, girl. Please."

Garatt was moving slowly and stiffly. The runner was not. She let him get almost within grasping distance and then whinnied, a high alarm sound, and bolted past him to the other end of the field. Garatt followed, and tried not to cry. It was clear this plan had its faults.



--

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
 

"I'm sorry!" Was it worse to be caught by someone you were scared of or someone you didn't want to disappoint? Garatt couldn't decide, only knew that this was the baddest of bad days. His hand hurt and everything else hurt more and now he was going to add to the people who were angry with him. He hugged his hand to his chest, trying at least to take it like a man rather than crying like a baby again. It didn't work. Whatever his mind might want to do, however he tried to blink them back, his eyes still flooded with tears. 

"I'm sorry," he repeated, back against the fence. "I was..was only going to borrow her." Theft, his mind sang severely. Borrowing-without-asking was theft and got you a lot more trouble than cheating.

On Thu, Sep 24, 2020 at 9:36 PM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
Tolfast wasn't certain what to expect, but he was a man who preferred to be prepared for all scenarios. He could barely see the shape that bolted toward the fence even with the glow basket. This is where Tilly would provide the advantage. Her specialized eyes had no trouble locating the fleeing boy and she scampered after him on small legs, bugling angrily. {{No run from Tilly!}} 

The runners had scattered to the far side of the field over the commotion. Tolfast would check on them later. He vaulted less awkwardly over the fence than anticipated, landing with only a minor stumble on the other side. "You, stop right there!" He shouted, racing after them.

Tilly skidded to a halt a few yards away from the boy, continuing to bounce where she stood in excitement. With teeth bared, her rumbling noises might have been considered threatening were she any bigger than a canine, but her resemblance to a yapping pup was uncanny. {{Tilly catch!}} She announced with pride, stalking forward with a giddy hop. Suddenly, she froze, nostrils flaring with a scent she found familiar. She knew this two-legs! {{...Play? Play, play!}} The little green's demeanor changed abruptly and she leaped forward to butt Garatt's leg with her headknobs.

Tolfast finally caught up, raising the basket high to illuminate the pair as he approached at a trot. "What are you-- Wait," he began to demand, but his severe expression turned shocked. "G-Garatt? Is that you?"

On Fri, Sep 18, 2020, 1:43 AM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
It had always been a stupid plan. Runners were fast and they were big and none of them had any intention whatsoever of being caught, If Garatt, by some miracle, did get close they pushed past him to get to the other end of the field. He wasn't a trained BeastCrafter; he was a skinny fourteen turn old with a hurt hand and the picture in his head where his favourite runner just decided to let him climb on was never going to happen.

But getting caught? That was worse than failing. That would get him straight back to M'ayen, with more ammunition for the ACM to use as punishment. Garatt's breathing stuttered at that thought. He knew just how severe the ACM had been over cheating. For something like theft.. and runner theft at that..

He tried to run, seeing the man but not the wher in the dimly lit field. Desperation lent him a burst of speed, but that got him as far as the fence. The fence where he gripped it with both hands and tried to pull himself up and over, forgetting in his panic why he hadn't been using that plan. The flare of pain made him drop back with a yelp, cradling his hand.

On Fri, Sep 18, 2020 at 1:54 AM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
Tilly may have been a young green wher prone to playfulness and inattention, but she took her "job" as nightwatch very seriously. On a long tether that let her sit near the entrance to the stables without Tolfast at her side, her view of the surrounding beast pens was remarkably clear. Had the runner not screamed in alarm, it's likely she would have eventually detected the intruder's presence, but that shrill whinny alerted her immediately. 

{{Bad two-legs! Tilly see!}} She strained against her line, pointing like an arrow toward the field. {{Tilly catch!}}

Tolfast happened to be awake when he received the wher's message and abandoned the scrolls he had been reading before bed. Sleep rarely came easily to him. Leaping out of his armchair in response to this emergency, he wasted no time stuffing feet into his boots and racing out the door, everything else abandoned in the moment. Shep snored peacefully at the foot of his bed, undisturbed. 

Swiping a basket of glows from the wall, he made his way out across the stable yard casting long shadows as he went. Tilly was bouncing at the end of her tether when he approached, and he freed her to join him. One could never be sure what or who they would find. She raced ahead down the path that circled the pens, and Tolfast jogged to keep up. 

"Ho, who goes there?" He called, announcing himself as they neared the scattered runners. Tilly darted through the fencing, her keen eyes on the boy.

{{No take!}} She commanded, though her tiny stature was less intimidating than she would have liked. 


On Thu, Sep 17, 2020, 3:36 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
"Please don't make a noise."

Garatt knew exactly what field to head for, looking for his favourite runner. If they had moved her-- The worry gnawed at his stomach as he opened the gate, habit making him close it behind him. It would be awful it he didn't catch her and she got out anyway and to the dragons.

"Come on then, come on, girl, please."

It was dark and the runner, friendly enough by day, was not particularly keen on being approached by strange boys at night. She shied away as he approached.

Usually an orangeroot helped. But he hadn't brought an orangeroot.

"Please, girl. Please."

Garatt was moving slowly and stiffly. The runner was not. She let him get almost within grasping distance and then whinnied, a high alarm sound, and bolted past him to the other end of the field. Garatt followed, and tried not to cry. It was clear this plan had its faults.



--

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 wasn't certain what to expect, but he was a man who preferred to be prepared for all scenarios. He could barely see the shape that bolted toward the fence even with the glow basket. This is where Tilly would provide the advantage. Her specialized eyes had no trouble locating the fleeing boy and she scampered after him on small legs, bugling angrily. {{No run from Tilly!}} 

The runners had scattered to the far side of the field over the commotion. Tolfast would check on them later. He vaulted less awkwardly over the fence than anticipated, landing with only a minor stumble on the other side. "You, stop right there!" He shouted, racing after them.

Tilly skidded to a halt a few yards away from the boy, continuing to bounce where she stood in excitement. With teeth bared, her rumbling noises might have been considered threatening were she any bigger than a canine, but her resemblance to a yapping pup was uncanny. {{Tilly catch!}} She announced with pride, stalking forward with a giddy hop. Suddenly, she froze, nostrils flaring with a scent she found familiar. She knew this two-legs! {{...Play? Play, play!}} The little green's demeanor changed abruptly and she leaped forward to butt Garatt's leg with her headknobs.

Tolfast finally caught up, raising the basket high to illuminate the pair as he approached at a trot. "What are you-- Wait," he began to demand, but his severe expression turned shocked. "G-Garatt? Is that you?"

On Fri, Sep 18, 2020, 1:43 AM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
It had always been a stupid plan. Runners were fast and they were big and none of them had any intention whatsoever of being caught, If Garatt, by some miracle, did get close they pushed past him to get to the other end of the field. He wasn't a trained BeastCrafter; he was a skinny fourteen turn old with a hurt hand and the picture in his head where his favourite runner just decided to let him climb on was never going to happen.

But getting caught? That was worse than failing. That would get him straight back to M'ayen, with more ammunition for the ACM to use as punishment. Garatt's breathing stuttered at that thought. He knew just how severe the ACM had been over cheating. For something like theft.. and runner theft at that..

He tried to run, seeing the man but not the wher in the dimly lit field. Desperation lent him a burst of speed, but that got him as far as the fence. The fence where he gripped it with both hands and tried to pull himself up and over, forgetting in his panic why he hadn't been using that plan. The flare of pain made him drop back with a yelp, cradling his hand.

On Fri, Sep 18, 2020 at 1:54 AM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
Tilly may have been a young green wher prone to playfulness and inattention, but she took her "job" as nightwatch very seriously. On a long tether that let her sit near the entrance to the stables without Tolfast at her side, her view of the surrounding beast pens was remarkably clear. Had the runner not screamed in alarm, it's likely she would have eventually detected the intruder's presence, but that shrill whinny alerted her immediately. 

{{Bad two-legs! Tilly see!}} She strained against her line, pointing like an arrow toward the field. {{Tilly catch!}}

Tolfast happened to be awake when he received the wher's message and abandoned the scrolls he had been reading before bed. Sleep rarely came easily to him. Leaping out of his armchair in response to this emergency, he wasted no time stuffing feet into his boots and racing out the door, everything else abandoned in the moment. Shep snored peacefully at the foot of his bed, undisturbed. 

Swiping a basket of glows from the wall, he made his way out across the stable yard casting long shadows as he went. Tilly was bouncing at the end of her tether when he approached, and he freed her to join him. One could never be sure what or who they would find. She raced ahead down the path that circled the pens, and Tolfast jogged to keep up. 

"Ho, who goes there?" He called, announcing himself as they neared the scattered runners. Tilly darted through the fencing, her keen eyes on the boy.

{{No take!}} She commanded, though her tiny stature was less intimidating than she would have liked. 


On Thu, Sep 17, 2020, 3:36 PM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:
"Please don't make a noise."

Garatt knew exactly what field to head for, looking for his favourite runner. If they had moved her-- The worry gnawed at his stomach as he opened the gate, habit making him close it behind him. It would be awful it he didn't catch her and she got out anyway and to the dragons.

"Come on then, come on, girl, please."

It was dark and the runner, friendly enough by day, was not particularly keen on being approached by strange boys at night. She shied away as he approached.

Usually an orangeroot helped. But he hadn't brought an orangeroot.

"Please, girl. Please."

Garatt was moving slowly and stiffly. The runner was not. She let him get almost within grasping distance and then whinnied, a high alarm sound, and bolted past him to the other end of the field. Garatt followed, and tried not to cry. It was clear this plan had its faults.



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Re: On my foot again (attn Zy'fen/Cuylar)

Amy Frazey
 

Zy'fen nodded. "It's weird to feel the ghost of my leg. Sometimes it feels like it's twitching, or itchy. Sometimes it just hurts. Why do I feel like it's still there?"


Re: If the shoe fits... (Tyne's flits/Kalniq)

Kouga
 

Likely to the bemusement of the patrons and dismay of the Headwoman, a cacophony erupted around the Dining Hall as the cluster of firelizards exploded into presence. Like colourful rocks they descended at speed, dropping over heads by a near miss until they clattered onto a table where a young boy was eating.
Plates were upturned, jugs knocked over. This one fit, this one was
the right shape. A blue and green were grabbing at the boy's hands,
chattering between one another as they inspected Kalniq. He must be
the right one. He looked right! More firelizards appeared, descending
on the table in agitation as they examined the boy. The hair looked
the same. Sort of right. And his face fit in the right way.

Chattering excitedly, the firelizards did their very best to convince
the boy to come with them.<<

Kalniq was in the middle of dinner with his family when it happened.
There were suddenly flits flying around getting to close to peoples'
heads, but the 10 turn old had barely been able to register that
before they were suddenly in his face. He saw a jug of something tip
spilling on his uncle and could only wince a he saw his aunt and
cousin's plates be knocked over. He hadn't ever been scared of a
firelizard before, only whers and only for a bit, but when there were
suddenly so many in his face he found himself suddenly very scared and
wanting Dom. Why had he not been able to bring his twin with him today
to dinner with family! He tugged a bit at the green and blue's grip on
him, but wasn't sure how much he could actually do that without being
hurt. He quickly glanced from Kiloka, to Kinara, to Melody eye wide
and not sure what to do, he knew of course his cousin wouldn't know
what to do, but he was also worried for her at this sudden appearance
and with no Dom here to protect him his courage was somewhat lacking.
"I think they want me to go with them." he offered in a low tone
barely heard over the chattering of the flits themselves. He didn't
know why they wanted him, but they were upset and you had to help an
upset dragonetic right? He thought you did so with clear reluctance he
did allow himself to be moved, and follow after them, but only after
another glance at his family to make sure he wouldn't be alone.

Kiloka had been about to scold the mass of flits for their antics when
suddenly he had had a jug of what he was sure was juice spilled on him
and the flits were converging on his nephew. He was tired, it had been
a few long days, and he would admit his reflexes were not what they
should be so it took several breaths longer then it should for him to
realize his nephew had spoken. By the time he had Kalniq was up and
moving and Kiloka didn't waste time getting up to follow the boy
glancing at Kinara and Melody. He didn't want to leave them, but he
also didn't know what was happening and he wouldn't let his nephew out
of his sight. He quickly reached out to Uncle Brown to pass on the
message to Kin since he didn't have time to talk to her.

From up in their weyr the brown was quick to pass on the requested
message to the Big Female for his queen ((Rara, my queen says he is
going to follow the flits and the hatchling. He did not know if you
would want to come with the other hatchling or come back to us with
Rende and see if our flits can find out what those fits want.)) Uncle
Brown informed Kinara.

*Kouga*

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If the shoe fits... (Tyne's flits/Kalniq)

Nutmeg
 

Likely to the bemusement of the patrons and dismay of the Headwoman, a cacophony erupted around the Dining Hall as the cluster of firelizards exploded into presence. Like colourful rocks they descended at speed, dropping over heads by a near miss until they clattered onto a table where a young boy was eating.

Plates were upturned, jugs knocked over. This one fit, this one was the right shape. A blue and green were grabbing at the boy's hands, chattering between one another as they inspected Kalniq. He must be the right one. He looked right! More firelizards appeared, descending on the table in agitation as they examined the boy. The hair looked the same. Sort of right. And his face fit in the right way.

Chattering excitedly, the firelizards did their very best to convince the boy to come with them.

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Do you fit? You might do! (Tyne's flits/Ataylan)

Nutmeg
 

Another group broke off from the main swarm and dove towards the Creche. The sensation of impatient urgency buzzed around them like angry insects as they cascaded through the tunnels and down the walls.

There!

It was the curly hair they spotted first. The colour... sort of matched. Didn't it? The visual they carried was powerful, bounced back and projected by Tyne and emphasised by Bobbin as several firelizards landed on Ataylan's shoulders, pulling at him as if they would carry him away if they could. Their chatter was urgent, tinged with a frantic note as they pulled at his shirt as though trying to drag him away. 

But wait. No. Not this one. It wasn't quite right. 

Like a spinner at the centre of the web, Tyne saw what they saw. No, not the right one. Wrong. Close, but wrong. With a shriek of annoyance, the cluster of firelizards released Ataylan and vanished, hitting the boy with blasts of Between as they went.

OoC: Feel free to have Ataylan wonder what the hell just happened.

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You look like a match! (Tyne's flits/Sontal)

Nutmeg
 

Through the tunnels, through the Weyr. The firelizards broke off into packs as they searched. The image of the young boy with curly dark hair was bright in their visual as they erupted like a tide of colourful ribbons.

One pack had diverted down through the tunnels towards the Smithcrafting area. There were some shouts of alarm and annoyance as the pack of seven or eight firelizards shot past them in a flurry of annoyed sounding chirrups and squeaks. Someone had caught their eye!

In seconds, the group had surrounded Sontal, landing on the table he was at, flapping their wings as they chattered and squawked at him. The image of the boy was being sent furiously back and forth between them as they peered at him. One brown, clearly the more confident of the group grabbed a hold of his sleeve, pulling insistently at it as though trying to urge him to follow them somewhere.

OoC: As I think the search is fairly early evening, I've assumed Sontal is in the Smithing area from his Craft on his sheet :)

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There May Be Trouble Ahead (L'nyr/R'tal/F'loran) #conclave2020

Laura Walker
 

L’nyr peeled off from his Weyrwoman and grabbed a glass of wine before zoning in on his goal. He spotted R’tal ahead.


“The wine could have been better, R’tal. But I know you were short on time.”


“It’s early morning here,” R’tal said, not particularly feeling the urge to soothe injured feelings. “Turn up at a decent hour with decent warning and we’ll serve decent wine. But klah is more usual at this hour.”


“I’m sure that our arrival was a...surprise,” L’nyr went on. “Perhaps with a bit more warning we could have seen the Caverns after all. Your Weyrwoman isn’t looking as bad off as I was expecting. She got off lucky with that broken arm of hers.”


“Yes. She was absolutely thrilled to have a roof dropped on her as you can imagine,” R’tal said drily. “And seeing the Caverns just now comes with the warning that we can’t promise that more bits of them won’t drop on your head. I feel like your Weyr might object to that.”


“I’m sure it wouldn’t hurt to have a look from the outside.” L’nyr watched him as he took a sip of his wine. For all his complaints he seemed to be drinking it well enough. 


“You want to walk past it, you feel free.” R’tal shrugged. “You go in though -- a boulder around this big fell down yesterday.” He held his arms apart to illustrate the blatant lie. “We’re hoping to get them fixed up over the next few sevendays. It’s that or re-site them elsewhere.”


“I think I’ll definitely be asking that we walk in front of the Caverns,” L’nyr said. He doubted that whatever they were hiding would be so easily noticed, but he could try. “Ever think this has something to do with the fact that you have two Weyrleaders?”


“Yes. Clearly the fact that our dragons have really bad timing has caused massive conflicts within nature and a massive amount of explosives just grew where our pond was going to be and then blew themselves up.” Usually R’tal at least tried to pretend he wasn’t rolling his eyes. “Or how exactly did your theory work?”


“Rumor has it that both your dragons were in the Caverns, too,” L’nyr said. “Someone who isn’t happy with having two Weyrleaders or wanting to take advantage of it could have been trying to take out both your dragons. Bonus if they got Foreth. Faranth knows there’s a lot that’s been said about Kassia as Weyrwoman, especially with you at her side.” He glanced around to look for Cathern. “Of course I hear you have that upstart from Telgar. Maybe they’re at fault.”


R’tal’s back straightened at that, going from tired sarcasm to properly taking offence. “Are you implying,” he said sharply, “that one of my riders would put their Weyrwoman and two gold eggs at risk?”


“Could be one of your Holders.” L’nyr shrugged and took another sip of wine.


“And you could be casting allegations loosely without any sharding idea what you’re talking about, but hey, throw enough accusations around and surely one of them will stick,” R’tal said sharply. “I swear to Faranth, some of my riders might not be perfect but not one would put their golds at risk and unless you have some fairly weighty evidence to back up the suggestions you’re throwing around--” 


F’loran hadn’t left the conference room immediately. He had been quite content to sit and fuss the wher whuffling about his pockets for more snacks. What he had been about to do was check on Wygelle when he had spotted the familiar shape of R’tal and the less familiar one of L’nyr and immediately his eyes had narrowed. That body language didn’t exactly look friendly. 


With a casual saunter, he had stepped up to the duo as though he hadn’t a care in the world. “This heat, R’tal. I swear I don’t know how you lot do it! I’d be a puddle of nothing before breakfast every day.” His expression was equally affable and was turned on L’nyr in wide eyed cheerfulness.


“Maybe that’s what fried their brains,” L’nyr said, not taking the bait. “R’tal was just misinterpreting me in that I was suggesting his riders might be involved. I was actually suggesting that the Holders and maybe even more so the Crafters don’t like the way thing are being run right now.”


“You’re throwing accusations around with no sharding evidence whatsoever.” R’tal was tight-lipped, only keeping his voice down with an effort. “And misinterpretation be sharded, you just tried to point the finger at our youngest goldrider based solely on, what exactly? That she’s young?” It was possible that L’nyr accusing Andronda had just accidentally turned him into her biggest defender, solely out of contrariness.


“Ah, well that.” L’nyr tipped his glass at him. “Yes, her age, but mostly because she just came from Telgar and could hardly be considered ‘yours’ yet. Why exactly did Telgar let her go at so inexperienced and no Clutches under her belt. It’d be interesting timing if something happened to Kassia. Your other gold just went up, yes? So Andronda would likely be next.”


“So something I learned in Weyrleader lessons for beginners,” F’loran began in the same cheerful tone as though butter wouldn’t melt. “Was that it was really important to think about what I was planning to say before opening my mouth and making myself look really stupid. I mean, in the name of wanting to keep my job and not looking my Weyr look like paranoid, suspicious wherries.” Of course, all of this was said whilst smiling cheerfully at L’nyr.


“I’m just connecting dots.” L’nyr looked unfazed as he shrugged. “We’re looking for possible reasons here and the dots connect whether you want to admit it or not. I could be wrong of course, but you have to look closely at these thing and not just dismiss them as conspiracies until you’ve done the deeper inspections. Riders and Weyrs do horrible things to themselves and each other. Look at old Fort and Ista. Are you sure there’s no reason to consider the possibility?”


R’tal folded his arms and glared. “If I’m going to start looking for conspiracies with Weyr-stealing goldriders, shall we start inside this room? Particularly with Weyrleaders who are absolutely desperate I look locally?”


“And yet… you’re connecting dots with no order of numbers. You’re supposed to be drawing a pretty landscape and coming out with a wher chewing on a puppy. I notice you’re terribly quick to think it’s from inside the Weyr… goodness, what aren’t you telling us Weyrleader L’nyr? Did someone set fire to your favourite pair of leathers in a mass leather burning attack? F’loran fixed the man with a look as though he were deeply concerned. “You can tell us in strictest confidence of course, but is Benden concealing something we should be concerned about? Is that why you’re so certain it’s one of R’tal’s riders now? Is this something you’re dealing with in your own Weyr and you’re seeing similarities? I mean, you’d only jump to conclusions like that if you were deeply familiar with the concept. And not making half-arsed assumptions like a nitwit.”


“It’s not the first time that a young gold has been sent over to try to take over a Weyr, it’s just usually when the Weyrwoman is closer to retirement. But it happens.” L’nyr wasn’t about to be flustered. “Is it really such a long leap that a young gold goes in very shortly before the Weyrwoman is nearly killed twice? I’d certainly be concerned if there was a new goldrider who came into Benden and all of a sudden my Weyrwoman was getting attacked. You wouldn’t?”


Tyren had followed F’loran back to R’tal in the hope there might be more snacks hiding in the big Weyrleader’s pockets. R’tal put a hand on the brown wher’s head to calm him as he gave a low growl, picking up enough emotion to decide he Did Not Like the Benden Weyrleader.


“And yet five seconds ago you were ready to claim I’d misunderstood that you were accusing our riders and it was clearly our Holders, or maybe our Crafters you meant,” he pointed out. “Well, which is it?”


Unfortunately, F’loran was probably not the man to be speculating goldrider treachery in front of. After all, his own Weyrwoman’s rise to power had been highly scandalous and then of course, the goldflight. That goldflight. “I appreciate it was before your time but your Weyr certainly had no issue in voting to send a gold to claim Fort,” he said in a tone that was a little less jovial than it had been. “Perhaps you’re more familiar with goldrider treachery than you’re letting on. Talk to Eilid much, did you?”


Now the smile turned unpleasant. “I’m just saying, look where you are before you start looking for something wider. Don’t dismiss the idea because it’s unpleasant. I want to know if we’re in danger, but I also don’t want to be getting paranoid about my own Weyr if this is just yours.”


“Well, I’m sure if you’d waited for more than a sevenday after a sharding Hatching we might maybe have more answers for you,” R’tal said. Tyren had stopped his growling now but had sat down and was giving L’nyr a distinctly unfriendly stare. “But if you turn up uninvited, frankly you’re sharding lucky we didn’t just suggest you feck off  back where you came from.” Political language had clearly left the building by this point.


“You could, but that’s unlikely to go well with you.” L’nyr said that without trying to step back from the brown wher. “I thought those beasts were supposed to be trained.”


“And don’t jump onto an idea because you prefer it to any other alternative. Arolos has a reputation, we all know that. But every Weyr has their own skeletons in their closets. And being closed minded enough to jump on the first theory that seems the most convenient is just making you look more and more the fool, L’nyr. If Benden didn’t want to get their hands dirty because they were so sure it was an Arolos problem, why did you even bother showing up? After all, if it’s just an Arolos problem, surely you needn’t have gone to the effort of being remotely concerned as to whether it collapses on itself.” The High Reaches Weyrleader was smiling in a manner that wasn’t remotely friendly and looked as though it was containing the urge to throw a punch. “If you’re going to pretend that you’re concerned it’s a Weyr problem, perhaps you should have gotten a Harper to give you a few acting lessons first.”


R’tal might have responded himself to what certainly felt like a threat had Tyren not given another growl. The first one had been a simple I don’t like you but this one was deeper, more warning, and R’tal felt the emotional warning that went with it, the You are threatening my owner, keep away. Which was what happened when you had a wher standing next to you and maybe not controlling your emotions quite as well as your expression. Rubbing Ty’s head lightly he looped his fingers casually around the wher’s collar. Just in case. 


L’nyr was saved from having to back off as Telsa appeared with her own nearly finished glass. She eyed the wher with distaste as she laid her hand on her Weyrleader’s shoulder. “I believe our break is almost over. We should refill our drinks and have a seat.”


Whatever F’loran might have wanted to say, he was given the opportunity to hold his tongue - and not make his own Weyrwoman sigh in disappointment as the Benden Weyrleaders moved off. With a huge exhale of breath that he hadn’t realised he had been holding, F’loran gave R’tal a somewhat strained smile. “I’m going to be stealing that brandy back at the end of this, I’ll need my own drunken stupor after this is all done with.”


“Do you think I should take him out?” R’tal fussed over Tyren for a moment, giving him a good scratch. “Good lad then. No-one’s attacking. Just settle.”


“Psh, and take away my Conclave entertainment? I might hit you myself.” Some of the High Reaches Weyrleader’s joviality was returning now that the tension was dropping and he slapped the brown affectionately on the back, “But I’d be braced for very awkward questions and focus on keeping your temper in check so he doesn’t cheerfully rip off the arm of whoever asked. It’s clear they’re out for blood in the name of making Arolos look unstable. I’d be expecting no holds barred.”


“I’m working on it. Problem is Ty doesn’t care what my face is doing, he cares what my head is doing. If my head is saying ‘get the feck out of my Weyr’..” R’tal shrugged, even as Tyren dropped his aggressive stance and nudged F’loran back just as affectionately, a shove that would have knocked over most smaller men. “Mind, I wasn’t exactly doing well even at just not saying that out loud.”


“End of the day, it’s not your job to out-hostile them, just to placate them enough so they’ll feck off of their own accord.” F’loran was distracted by the wher, drumming his hands along the brown hide. Just as Tyren didn’t know his own strength, F’loran probably didn’t know his own either and cheerfully put his back into “fussing” the wher. It wouldn’t have worked so well on a smaller, more delicate animal. “You know as well as I do that they don’t care about being nice, half of ‘em have probably been waiting for their chance to get their claws out where Arolos is concerned.”


“You two keep going like that and half the people in here will end up convinced he’s killing you,” R’tal noted as Tyren responded in kind, just as happy to wrestle F’loran in here as in his own weyr. Still, it coaxed a small smile out of him, probably the first of the day. “Shells, I want this to be done.”


“You and me both. Come on, lets get our arses back in before they start whispering that you’re planning to run off and steal their Weyrs whilst they’re all here.” F’loran rolled his eyes with dramatic effect as he reluctantly stood up from Tyren. The wher just made him so happy. Like a kid being presented with a pony. “The quicker we get it done the quicker you can crack open that brandy.”


“Ha. If they don’t all behave I’ll tell Tyren to eat them all and we’ll go from there,” R’tal clicked his tongue at the wher, and Tyren dropped back to his side. “You can take all the cold ones, I’ll take the warm ones.”


With a snort of laughter, F’loran turned back up as if to head back inside. Faranth only knew what was waiting for them. Maybe he should start putting marks on which Weyr would start sniping first the next time a Conclave came along. “Rather you than me. At this rate I’m going to start throwing plates at their heads.” Willing his disgruntlement back under command, the Weyrleader braced himself. He couldn’t shake the feeling that whatever came next was going to be nasty.



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Re: On my foot again (attn Zy'fen/Cuylar)

Aaron
 

When he was clean and mostly dry once more, Zy'fen gave Cuylar a frustrated look. Something had been bothering him from time to time, but he hadn't really addressed it until today. "How do I stop my leg from itching and hurting?"

"The missing bit?" Cuylar asked. "The heat from the bath can help, or a hot compress if you don't have time for that. Deep breathing and relaxation, too. Aside from that, massaging the bit that's left and willowbark, both of which I can also help with."


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

Amy Frazey
 

Almira gave Insaya a grateful look when she poured her a cup of tea. "Thanks, and sorry, I'm a little tired." Then something belatedly dawned on her, and the look changed to one of awe and concern. "You can hear all of them?"


Re: On my foot again (attn Zy'fen/Cuylar)

Amy Frazey
 

It took some doing, and more than a few minutes, to get to the baths and into the water. Zy'fen almost fell over more than once. It was difficult to adjust his center of balance to compensate for the missing part. But the hot water was well worth all the trouble. And being completely clean for the first time in months was beyond wonderful.

When he was clean and mostly dry once more, Zy'fen gave Cuylar a frustrated look. Something had been bothering him from time to time, but he hadn't really addressed it until today. "How do I stop my leg from itching and hurting?"


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

Nutmeg
 

"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,"

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

Alyx
 

"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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