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

Alyx
 

L'rin grinned to see the two of them talking. He'd miss his flits for a bit, but he knew they'd be alright. Right now though he was so hungry and just wanted to get as much food into himself as he could and then pass out just like Cycleth had. 

"I bet he will talk to you later. He likes to talk Cycleth does. Or seems to at least." Then there was the grin, the one that no matter how he tried he couldn't keep off his face.
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We're Hunting Runaways (jp: Elphith, Traynth)

Aaron
 

Elphith had sent Cuylar's message to everyone he had asked for – starting with every Healer with dragon wings. And now she was expanding to the list of trustworthy friends, like Traynth.

((Traynth. Cuylar's boy is missing. Will you come help us find him?)) She sent him Cuylar's best mental image of what Garatt looked like.

((Cuylar has a boy?)) But Traynth sat up obligingly, giving himself a good scratch and stretching. ((Where are we looking? How did he lose him?))

((He got one, yes. And he has disappeared. We are searching roundabout the Weyr for wherever he might have run to,)) Elphith answered. ((Cuylar believes he has been driven away and fears for his safety.))

((I’ll tell mine,)) Traynth promised, and then a moment or two later. ((He comes. He asks if you think the boy is inside or outside the Weyr?))

((Cuylar believes he may have made it outside, but there is no way to be sure. The guards might have tried to stop him if he left through the main tunnel, but there are other ways to get outside – like through the barracks he fled,)) Elphith explained. ((He is afraid. What he does may not seem to make sense.))

((We’ll take sweepriding,)) Traynth said, sounding unusually sure of himself after a moment’s conferring with his rider. Riding was after all what they were good at. ((We’ll go clockwise around the boundary starting at the Barracks and take it low. People are slow on their feet. If he’s outside we’ll see him.)) A pause. ((Candidate or Weyrling?))

((Candidate,)) Elphith answered. ((I will start with you but turn counter-clockwise. There will be many others searching in the air and on the ground.)) She relayed a quick list of names. ((But you may tell me if you see him, and I will tell the others.))


Hatching Feast: So what now...? {Rolan, B'lan - SA}

Kouga
 

Berlan couldn't believe it.It seemed like just yesterday he was
working so hard to try and get himself into a healthy shape so the
healers would clear him for what he wanted and now he had a dragon. He
couldn't believe it had really happened! He had had to stare at
Erinyeth for several moments before finally he was able to convince
himself to go to the feast. He had considered not going, but he knew
his Papa would find a way to be there and maybe if he was lucky he
could say good bye to Mi'night too and get Papa to watch Paint.

The boy ran his hands over his clothes as he walked the wrinkles
suddenly seeming so much worse than they were. Maybe it was because he
was tired, but wanted to try and look nice? Maybe they were actually
as bad as they look? Maybe he was just trying not to think about other
things? He had a feeling it was that last one, but he didn't want to
admit it if he could help it.

Still as he reached the feast he was careful to skirt around people
eyes watching for Rolan. He knew his Papa would be here, or rather
hoped he would. He knew there would be a lot of riders wanting to go
to the Hall right now, but hoped Papa could get away at least long
enough for him to say good bye,

Rolan had managed to convince one of the others to cover for him for
just a bit so he could get out. He had promised he would be there for
after the hatching, but Berlan had impressed so he had to at least go
to the feast and try to see him. He had made a point to wait until
things had been going for a bit though because he knew it would take a
bit for the Weyrlings to get their dragons settled, it gave him time
to help some around the hall before heading out.

He made a point to take the tunnels to get there so he could bring
Midnight, the blue wher slinking along behind him like one of the big
wild cats. As the tunnel started to lighten some he paused to turn his
attention to the wher and pointed at a side tunnel "Wait there ok?
I'll see about finding him and brining him out here to say good bye
for a bit ok?" he promised.

((Mi'night wait here for Roro and lil TwoLeg.)) the blue promised not
sure he liked that he was losing one of his two legs to a dragon. He
very much wanted to meet the little dragon, but Rolan said he couldn't
right now so he would make sure they could meet as soon as possible.
He would make sure to send a message every day until they could meet
again.

Berlan had been all too happy to be greeted by Paint as soon as he
entered the dining hall, always preferring to have his blue with him.
He knew the little blue was full of lots of energy and liked his
adventures, but well it had gotten him into some scrapes so yes Berlan
prefered Paint with him.

They had just gotten the congratulations of some woman he didn't know
just off when Paint shot off his shoulder towards a nearby tunnel
entrance. Without thought he took off after the blue with a cry of
"Paint! Now is not the time." lucky though the blue didn't go too far
before halting abruptly which nearly caused Berlan himself to run into
the person in front of said blue. "Paint you can't do that at a
feast." he chided wrapping his armed around the blue only to suddenly
realize who was in front of him and realize said blue again and be
half way towards Rolan for a hug before halting once more.

The grin that had been on Rolan's face dropped into a confused look at
the abrupt halt. "Berlan? What's wrong?" he questioned.

Berlan dropped his head ears turning red as he blushed "I can't. They
told us in class, we can't." he explained, embarrassed at nearly
having slipped.

"Oh Bee don't worry little one." Rolan promised cheer returning as
quickly as it had gone "She won't be young forever and then you can
have all the hugs you want again. I promise."

Berlan glanced up at his Papa, but didn't move until he saw the look
on the older male's face "You know somethin Papa?" he questioned
ignoring Paint who was now circling them both.

"What?"

"I miss you already." the new greenling advised lifting his hand to
run it along his braids "And you know what else?"

"What?"

"You still didn't teach me how to braid my hair. How am I gonna keep
it braided now?" Berlan pouted at the sudden thought.

Rolan chuckled at that "I know you impressed with lots of others maybe
one of them can braid my way, but I promise the first time your
allowed out if you haven't found anyone I will teach you. Ok?"

Berlan nodded suddenly feeling very alone and very small "Papa?" he
questioned once more earning a hum of acknowledgment "I think I am
lonely already without you and Mi'night and Paint."

"Bee baby boy you are a Weyrling now. You have a whole class of
friends, especially those two golds. Golds get lonely too a lot of
times because people think they are too important to be friends with.
You show them you can be their friend and don't care about what kind
of dragon they have." Rolan offered. Waiting for his son to nod before
speaking again "Now come on lets see if we can find one of the masters
then we can go see Midnight and you can introduce yourself properly
before you go get some sleep."

It took a moment to find one of the AWLM and let them know the pair
were stepping just into one of the tunnels so Berlan could say good
bye to Rolan's wher before they were off. It wasn't too far into the
tunnel just far enough that with the goggles it didn't cause the blue
issues that they found the turn off where Rolan had left said wher.

Midnight looked at the little two leg not sure what to think now. They
had to let the twoleg go and he didn't like that. He couldn't protect
Berlan if he was in the weyrling barracks where the wher couldn't go.
But the hatchling had a dragon now and a dragon should be able to
protect him some. It was a hard decision for the blue that in the end
he had no choice but to let the hatchling go weather he liked it or
not. ((lil TwoLeg come back see Mi'night)) he informed the boy instead
not about to take no for an answer.

Berlan grinned and nodded "I promise Mi'night. As soon as we can't as
make sure I can see you and Papa both. Will you help Papa look after
Paint for me?"

The wher tilted his head considering before nodding it ((Mi'night look
after LilFly.)) he promised.

Rolan allowed the pair a moment before coughing "I want a formal
introduction." he prompted.

Berlan's eyes widened as he suddenly realized he needed a name. He had
known it would be a thing, but well hadn't entirely settled on a name
yet. So he was left to mentally scramble for a few breaths before
pulling himself together. He straightened up, ignoring the wrinkles in
his clothes and offered his Papa a proud "I am B'lan or green
Erinyeth." breaking into a seemingly face splitting grin.

:"That's the spirit baby boy. You got this Bee and we'll be here
waiting on you when you get out." Rolan offered pride as clear in his
voice as B'lan's "Now let's get you back so you can finish eating and
get back to little Rin."

B'lan nodded eagerly and followed Rolan back out of the tunnels as
Midnight shuffled back into the turn off to stay out of the way for a
few more moments until he and Rolan headed back to the Rider's Hall.

ooc: yes there is some um stuff here, but been workin on this fer a
bit now, before Bee turned everyone against him so ya >.>

*Kouga*

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(CONCLAVE) Whispers In Corners Andrette/Telsa #conclave2020

Laura Walker
 

Anyone  who knew anything about Conclaves knew that while discussion might happen in the open the real politicking happened in the breaks. So it was that while people stretched their legs and grabbed a drink Andrette wandered casually over to Telsa.


“So, what are you thinking so far?”


Tesla was grabbing her own drinks when she caught Andrette approaching out of the corner of her eye. She finished filling her glass and then met Andrette with a faux bright smile.


“Good morning, Andrette, glad to see you even if the reason is not a happy one.”


“How are you coping with the heat?” Andrette asked with a touch of sympathy. “I think we’re the only ones here used to it - except those who Impressed here of course.”


Telsa waved her hand in front of her face and then took a sip of her drink before saying, “I’ve been better. I don’t know how you all live with this heat all the time. I’ll take my snow, thank you.”


“Hopefully we’ll be finished by midday or you might see what heat really is,” Andrette warned, then looked around, inspecting the room. “Still, they have actually tried to find somewhere reasonably cool. Hm.” She conceded that with mild irritation and sipped her drink.


“You think we’ll be done that quickly then?” Telsa moved around so that she could keep an eye on the other occupants of the room, her back to the wall. “As usual with these things, it takes forever to get anywhere.”


“It would help if they would stop hiding things.” That was more than mild irritation, that was true exasperation and Andrette blew a stray hair out of her face with a sigh. “I understand they wanted to investigate first but can’t they see we could have been attacked ourselves while waiting for them?”


“They know more than they’re saying, I’m sure of it,” the Benden Weyrwoman said. She took a sip, her eyes roving the room before she added, “Part of me is worried we’re on the list. The other part of me feels like maybe they just brought this down on themselves.”


“There’s something not right about those Hatching Caverns,” Andrette confided, dropping her voice. “You know J’lson got his firelizard to take a look? No building works to speak of.”


“Did the firelizard take a look inside?” Telsa asked, leaning in while keeping her eyes watching around her for someone who might get too close. Whispering and secrets among Weyrwomen and Weyrleaders were not just a possibility, but expected.


“Mmm, and -- let me let Wotarth pass Braedath the images?” Andrette suggested. “There’s something not quite right here.”


Telsa gestured with her glass. “By all means.”


The gold passed them over, as passed to her from her Weyrleader’s bronze firelizard. There were no building works in sight.. But there were two Weyrleader’s dragons in there. The firelizard’s vision was skewed; he pictured the dragons as enormous and strong because all dragons were enormous and strong.


But there was no hiding the eyepads. And Talith was curled up asleep, but there was something odd about the way his skin folded, as though he’d been losing weight.


“Faranth,” Telsa said softly, somewhere between sympathy and anger. “No wonder they didn’t want us near the Caverns.”


“They’ve been very careful, haven’t they, not to talk about what damage was actually done,” Andrette pointed out quietly. “Now we know why.”


“I wonder if they’re hiding more about Kassia as well,” Telsa said. “They seem to be lying about a lot. You have to wonder if any of them are fit to lead.”


“Well, she’s clearly not lying about the pregnancy at least.” Andrette glanced back over her shoulder, checking the Arolos Weyrwoman was nowhere near them. “Unless.. You don’t think either of the golds were actually injured, do you?”


“I don’t put it past them.” Telsa shrugged. “Not dead, I don’t think. They’d still be in mourning if that was the case and nothing would hide that, but possibly injured? Maybe to the point of being unusable? Who knows.”


“They must know though that they couldn’t hide that forever.” Andrette grimaced. “Though.. If their dragons are injured, that won’t be hidden for long either. Are they thinking Foreth will rise again maybe?” It wasn’t unknown. Weyrwoman’s golds had ways of dealing with a vacuum for Weyrleadership.


“Maybe that’s what they’re hoping for.” Telsa shook her head. “They have two Weyrleaders and yet manage to be without a functioning one. They’d better come up with something or we’ll have to do it for them.”


“It’s a wonder they’ve done any investigations at all,” Andrette commented, her voice still soft. “Likely they’ve been running around like headless wherries. You can’t leave that position vacant.” She made a face at herself. “Believe me, we know!”


“We may have to be quick to act,” Telsa said. “But it’ll need to be more than you and I.”


Andrette glanced around at that quickly. “Who then? They have High Reaches in their pocket.”


“I’d say New Fort, but Wygelle seems to have that all buttoned up. Telgar seems to be in Kassia’s pocket, too.” Telsa made a face. “If we had time, I’d say we’d be better off working the Weyrleader angle.”


“It might be worth at least talking to High Reaches to see if they have a theory as to who did this,” Andrette said. “They seem to have their own theories. Not me though. F’loran is not a reasonable man where I’m concerned.” She considered. “I could talk to Tedileen.”


“I could try L’nyr, but I don’t always trust him not to flub it,” Tesla admitted. “I don’t see F’loran working for me, either. Maybe we should just go with what we have. Spring it on Arolos and watch them flounder. They’re not likely to come out looking good.”


Andrette considered. “If I spring it, there’s some who are going to ignore it out of spite,” she said honestly. “If you did though..”


Telsa raise an eyebrow. “You think they’ll listen to me more? It’s not even my Weyrleader’s flit that passed on the information.”


Andrette shrugged. “Together then? You ask them how their dragons are. When they start lying about it - which I’m betting they will - we’ll share the images.”


Telsa smiled and nodded. “That I can do. We’ll catch them in their own web. We’ll get more answers whether they like it or not.”


For a moment Andrette hesitated, pity warring with that need to be right. “...Do you think they know?” she asked. “I mean.. They must. Or are they lying to themselves too?”


Telsa frowned. “If it were you, wouldn’t you lie to yourself rather than believe that your dragon was going to be blind for the rest of your and their life and your position as a leader of the Weyr is also now over?”


Andrette shuddered at the thought, reaching to touch her own gold’s mind to reassure herself. “Do you think it’s just that even? R’tal’s dragon at least looked.. Sick.”


A thread of sympathy went through Telsa now that they were talking about the dragons and not the politics. “He’s probably not eating well if he can’t see. Do dragons get depressed? Maybe that, too.”


“Did you notice N’shen was the one doing all the talking?” Andrette was thinking about it now, running the conversation through her mind. “R’tal’s the more experienced obviously and from what I’ve seen in the past Kassia’s preferred choice -- if he is taking a step back there’s something wrong.”


“N’shen was the one running the investigation,” Telsa mulled. “Maybe because R’tal’s dragon isn’t doing as well? Maybe because Kassia wanted R’tal at her side for other things? We all know how fickle and demanding she is.” 


Kettle black.


Andrette choked back a laugh at that. “The woman has two weyrmates, according to rumours around my Weyr, how insatiable exactly can one person be?”


“Two weyrmates and I bet her Weyrleaders are at her beck and call, too,” Telsa said with a snort. “R’tal at least give how much she favors him. But then he seems to be the favorite of Arolos Weyrwomen in general given how often he’s been Weyrleader. Bet he gets to know them well before flights.”


“Well, those days might be at an end now at least.” And however acrimonious the relationship might be there was a little compassion in Andrette’s voice at that. “What do you think of this two Weyrleader thing? Is there a story?”


Telsa shrugged. “Something about both dragons caught her at once. Feck knows how that happens, but a gold doesn’t let two males into the Caverns to protect her eggs unless they’re the father. Outside if they’re really trusted, sure, but not inside. I’m inclined to believe it. Leave it to Arolos, though.”


“That could more or less be their motto,” Andrette noted with a slight laugh. “Right. I’d better see what my Weyrleader is doing before he gets us into trouble.”


“Same here.” Telsa raised her glass of wine in a small salute and then slipped off to find L’nyr.



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(CONCLAVE) I promise we're not all bickering children. (High Reaches/New Fort) #conclave2020

Nutmeg
 

Letting out a deep exhalation of breath, Wygelle ran her hands through her hair as she left the conference room. Shells, this was going to take a sevenday if they kept at it. The tunnel led out to an open ledge looking out over the Weyr Bowl and she headed for it, wanting air even if it was the close, humid air of the South.


Spotting Maryl as she came out of the tunnel, Wygelle wanted to check on the other Goldrider. This was the first Conclave that New Fort had been exposed to and she had the overwhelming desire to apologise profusely for the fact that once again the Weyrs, for the most part, struggled to behave themselves.


“So,” she said as she came up beside Maryl, a wry smile on her face, “Feeling completely underwhelmed and somewhat exasperated yet?”


Maryl shrugged. “I don’t even see the point of these things if nothing gets done,” she said. She was no stranger to Weyrleaders disagreeing with each other, or running roughshod. But this...it was ridiculous. 


“Benden just wants to complain, Ista is totally antagonistic, Igen is too busy fighting within itself. And the fact that Weyrleader N’shen hasn’t finished his investigation yet...why are we even here?” She would have rolled her eyes again, but they’d gotten enough exercise before the break.


“Unfortunately a Conclave is where the differences in the core tenets and structure of each individual Weyr really shows its colours,” Wygelle commented, leaning on the stone wall barricade and looking down at the people scurrying about below. “And ironically, it’s where individual Weyr autonomy clashes the most. Everyone comes in with their own opinions from the start because they’ve already got their own opinion about how they think the Weyr of discussion should be doing something because they’re comparing it to what they would be doing. And unfortunately, Arolos already has its own reputation to up the stakes of antagonism from the start.” She shook her head with a short huff of annoyance.


“It’s all huffing and bluster at one another, getting the little digs in, making little comments. Hopefully once people have got it out of their system we’ll actually start being adults again. And it’s all a big showy pretence to hide that behind it all, they’re probably all quietly terrified it could happen to them. But would much rather hide that by pointing fingers and trying to convince themselves that it’s just yet another Arolos related problem.”


“It’s not, is it?” Maryl said. “Arolos is an easy target because they’re unconventional. Whoever’s doing this--they bring Arolos down, then focus on the next Weyr. But to what avail?” She turned her musings inward. “No Weyr means no defense from Thread. No defense from Thread means more death, from famine if nothing else. There’s still half a Pass to go before the Weyrs aren’t needed for another two-hundred Turns.” She shook her head.


“No one’s going to listen to me, or J’lian, this time around. We’re still too new, and too unknown. But figure out who stands to benefit the most from the death of a Weyr, and you’ll know who did it.”


“Admittedly F’loran had had one brandy too many when he first came to me about his thinking. But after he sobered up and started explaining his thoughts more clearly, no, we are both of the opinion that the attempt on Kassia was something separate and more personal, potentially opportunistic and that the explosion incident was intended to be something far more sinister but for whatever reason, didn’t happen at the intended moment in time.” Wygelle ran her hands through her hair. “Because the reality is, all of the Weyrs are probably at their most vulnerable when a clutch is on the sands. People are coming in, people are going out, we have visitors wanting to congratulate us, you name it. F’loran is convinced that it wasn’t just about impacting the Weyr but also to put the wind up the Craft Halls and Holds that would be in the Stands on Hatching Day. Showing people that the Weyrs aren’t invulnerable for one thing.”


There was a deep sigh and it seemed tinged with annoyance. “And unfortunately, the shadow of your predecessors is going to hang over your heads a bit for a while. Because some of us can carry a grudge and get stuck in the past.” This time, the eye roll wasn’t held back and the exasperation came through in a note of sarcasm. “Because you all stepping up and picking up from where Fort was left a shell clearly hasn’t been enough already.”


This was something she’d already seen firsthand. Maryl sighed. “If it had been a delegation from all contemporary Weyrs, I think Fort would be seen in a better light. But we’re not contemporary. I’ve heard whispers that Arolos is unconventional. I have a feeling that Fort is going to move from a Weyr with a permanent cloud over it, to a Weyr that makes Arolos look hidebound. And with good reason--at least, good reason for the Eighth Pass.” She waved her hands through the Weyr. “This is positively primitive!” This was a discussion she and Wygelle had had numerous times, though, so she wasn’t going to continue.


“We need more inter-Weyr transfers. At least of information. I get the feeling that some of the things y’all are fighting against are things we have solutions to. But, without an information exchange, we have no way of knowing.”


“Unfortunately it will be desperate clinging onto traditions and propriety that will be the biggest stumbling block. Take Weyrhealer K’ren here at Arolos - he has done positively astounding things by our standards but has been blacklisted from the Healer Hall because he dared to perform surgery. And this is a man who is possibly one of the most intelligent I have ever had the privilege of working with. Even if we have bashed heads on more than one occasion in the past. But you will continue to  be astounded by what gets frowned on because “it’s just not done”. Even the fact we’ve liaised about sending you browns and bronzes to assist with your population will no doubt raise scandalised eyebrows.” Wygelle had indeed spoken with Maryl on many an occasion about the sheer contrast between the two times and though she herself had been half convinced it was all an elaborate ruse at first, in time she had been baffled at how the “ancient” Second Passers seemed to be far more progressive and open-minded to the “new” Eight Pass civilisation.


“Personally, I think Arolos would be open to sharing information. Some of them might struggle to get their heads around it but I think if you’re going to find people wanting to learn from you as best they can, potentially come up with solutions and new skills, Arolos would be a good place to look first. As I’ve said to you before, whilst High Reaches wasn’t considered as traditional as Fort, historically it’s been considered a very traditional Weyr.” The chuckle that came was tempered with genuine amusement. “As you can imagine it caused initial uproar when a Goldrider from Arolos of all places was the one to claim their Weyr! But in time? They’ve gotten more used to my ideas. And that I’m not as wild and crazy a Southerner as they believed all this time.”


“Pfft. We all came from the South, initially. Little do they know. And with your browns and bronzes, at least our dragon population is growing. Yes, I think that Arolos is where we should focus our next liaison on. And they seem to need help. The Weyrwoman isn’t going to be up and about much longer--carrying twins takes a toll off the mother. But, I brought some tea we’ve developed that will ease some of her pain. I just hope she won’t take offense that I brought it.”


“I dare you to tell them what you told me about them coming from firelizards… Although you might be single-handedly responsible for killing off half the Weyrleaders in Pern in one go when they all die of shock.” There was a wicked glint in Wygelle’s tawny eyes and for a moment some of the anxious stress that had been clinging to her seemed to ease for a second. “Although if you find yourself down this way again, tell it to Tyne here. She’ll probably love to hear it and be able to tell you about the shared memories in some more detail. Or rather - at least translate it so a human can understand it.”


Maryl’s concern brought an abrupt shake of her head from Wygelle. “Oh I hardly doubt it will cause offence. Just don’t be alarmed if she gets someone to test it for her first. I imagine Kassia’s already on edge if someone tried to kill her recently. And if it’s anything like some of the teas you’ve been sending to our Healers, I’m sure it will work wonders and then some. I’ve already had Master Orson harping on about how that last batch you sent has done wonders for his arthritis.”


“Yes, I brought enough that she could, erm, share. I don’t blame her for being paranoid. I’ve heard that this was only the latest attempt on her life; that she’s been the recipient of threats since she Impressed.


“What a cutthroat bunch of people you are. You trust no one. People try to assassinate the Weyrwoman for Faranth knows what. It’s positively obscene.” Something even she knew, since she’d also received some veiled threats since they moved house to Fort.


“Oh, there have been enough tales to probably make your hair curl. At some point I’ll give you a history lesson - although it might involve stopping over for the night. And will probably require a few strong drinks.” Wygelle had lived through her own share of chaos and not all of it had been entirely based on Arolos’ doorstep. Her thoughts drifted to Kassia and she couldn’t stop the frown of concern. What the shells had been going on here? And more to the point, when was it going to stop? Or worse… what would happen next?


The two Weyrwoman continued to exchange some quiet conversation between themselves until a staffer emerged and politely advised that the Weyrleaders were reconvening in the conference room. With a brief word of encouragement to one another, High Reaches and New Fort braced themselves for round two. Tempered with the hope that things might actually start to make progress.


= End =

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Re: Have I Made a Mistake? (attn: Andronda, Sehrael)

Aaron
 

"We'd all understand if you felt safer back with your caravan.  But,
if you were willing to stay on, even if not as a candidate, the Weyr
could certainly use someone with record keeping skills, particularly
if you're good at it.  For all that it falls into my hands, I never
seem to have enough help to keep fully on top of all the hidework
involved with my office."

Sehrael was surprised, and her face showed it. She had been certain that Andronda did not like her very much. But she was willing to take Sehrael on personally to keep her at the weyr? She must have been far more kind than Sehrael realized.

And if she could stay...

Well, Sehrael had plenty of time before the next Hatching. She did not have to burn that bridge yet.

Perhaps her goal was not yet beyond her reach. Everyone would be having the same trouble she would, if Andronda could be believed – and Sehrael had no reason to doubt her. So if she left... she would be alone in this grief, this horror. But if she stayed, she would be among those who understood. Those who could help.

"Well, I'd be honored to do what I can to help," Sehrael said. 


Re: Have I Made a Mistake? (attn: Andronda, Sehrael)

Jerzy Tobin
 

"But then there was that crazy girl. The explosion. The bloody Sands. Nobody ever tried to stab my dad. Nobody ever blew up our wagons. And no cask of whiskey ever tried to rip my guts out. It's just a lot, and I... I don't know if I'm cut out to get my guts ripped out, you know?"
"That's definitely understandable," Andronda said soothingly. "No one
was prepared for that sight; that sort of thing happens rarely, if
ever. All of us are going to be suffering from grief and nightmares
for turns to come, I suspect. That's why we'll be speaking to the
mind healers. I certainly will. And, generally, Weyrs as a whole are
usually very safe places. What has happened... Well, it's an
exception, not the way things usually go."

Well, Arolos Weyr had a reputation up North for attracting a lot of
'excitement' and 'danger' that Andronda had always dismissed as
exaggeration, but now wondered about. Surely this was't common,
despite all those rumors. How would the Weyr still be standing,
otherwise?

"We'd all understand if you felt safer back with your caravan. But,
if you were willing to stay on, even if not as a candidate, the Weyr
could certainly use someone with record keeping skills, particularly
if you're good at it. For all that it falls into my hands, I never
seem to have enough help to keep fully on top of all the hidework
involved with my office."


--
"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

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Eyes in the sky. And in the tunnels. And all across the Weyr. (JP Tyne/Cremsden)

Nutmeg
 

Sometimes it was a matter of knowing who could help. Cremsden left Cuylar downstairs to talk to K’ren and set off at a fast trot upstairs to the firelizard clinic. Bitey, on his shoulder, perked up as they got closer, sensing who they were approaching.


“Do you have a minute?” It was the same tone he used if asking another Healer for a consult. “I have something you might be able to help with.”


Just put a few more things, then call it a day and relax. She could do that. Hefting another box, Tyne stopped mid-step as the faire rustled from their perches. Someone was coming. She was turning towards the door even as Cremsden came through and started speaking. Hmm, his tone wasn’t… usual. It sounded… like the ways she heard him talking to the Healers.


“I do…” she said carefully, setting the box down on an empty counter. “What do you need?”


“Your fellows there,” Cremsden gestured to them, even as Bitey squawked his own greeting and acknowledgement. “Would they be able to help look for someone? We’ve got a missing kid.”


Following suit behind Bobbin, the cluster of firelizards thrummed their own soft greeting at the blue, the “stragglers” swiftly and sharply advised that Bitey was a welcome guest. As Tyne listened, her brow furrowed with concern and her eyes jumped from the gaggle of firelizards and then to Cremsden. “How many eyes do you need?” 


“How many can you spare?” Cremsden glanced over the cluster. “You know, I’m sure some of your fellows are getting fed in my office,” he observed. “Look, it’s a Candidate and this close to a Hatching.. You know the kind of concerns they have.” Sometimes Candidates who didn’t Impress could get desperate. “He’s packed clothes so that’s one thing but he’s-- there’s a possibility someone’s hurt the lad.”


She did know. But the rest of what Cremsden said caused the concern to furrow only all the more deeply. “How old is he?” 


Cremsden hesitated. Had Cuylar said? “Young,” he said after a moment’s thought. “Not one of the older ones.”


Deep breath. Already the firelizards were twitching into alertness, eyes fixating on Tyne. “I need you to go back downstairs in a minute and start brewing up the stuff you use for migraines. The bad ones.” Tyne’s expression was setting into a grim line. She hadn’t done this since the cave in after the earthquake. But she was better at it now than she was then. “I’m going to give you as many eyes as I can reach.”


Healer instincts for his patient warred with the need to protect this new child. Cremsden hesitated, glancing at her a minute. But she was Healer staff now. You gave it everything if someone needed you. That was how it worked.


“I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t needed,” he said quietly. “But thank you. Elphith should be able to help show them who they’re looking for.”


“Have her reach out to Bobbin. She is the best with images.” Even as she spoke, Tyne was moving back across the room and pulling back the large, barn-like doors that had been closed up for the night just a short while before. Glowing eyes watched her every move as the sensation of tension seemed to crank up another notch. She could feel it, the sparking tendrils of intrigue and curiosity that began to prickle like nettle-rash. 


“I’ll let Idri know to check on you later as well,” Cremsden promised as he headed back towards the stairs. And that was less for Tyne’s special circumstances and more..well. He would have wanted Cuylar to check on him were positions reversed.


Tyne nodded, even as she moved back into the clinic. There was a crackling interest in the firelizards now as they shuffled and watched her. Even as she waited for Bobbin to receive the images from Elphith, Tyne set about doing what she needed to do, dragging a low chair across the floor. She knew that at some point, Cremsden would return. Maybe she would have something for him, maybe not. But all she could do was try.


A short while after Cremsden had left Tyne, there was a cacophonous explosion of firelizards erupting from through the open doors, taking to the night sky with whoops and trills as the information relayed through them. Tyne’s own fair was there, as were the few visitors they had had napping nearby. Streaks of colour shot through tunnels, darting in and out of weyrs, across the Weyrbowl, through the Dining Hall and beyond. Some joined the cacophony, others didn’t. But now, there were eyes everywhere. Although the time would be finite before the expansive connection was broken.


= End =



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Re: This will have been worth the wait (Tyne/R'zzon)

Nutmeg
 

She listened. And appreciated his honesty. Tyne knew that the silent compromise for remaining without Myrandith was that there would be some that could never fully understand her place in the world anymore and would never quite know how they were meant to react to her. For some, she knew that her strange limbo of not a Rider and not a Holder would be a complication that some just weren't sure how to adjust to. But then, and most importantly then, there were people like R'zzon.

His talk of life being richer for knowing her sent a slight flush of embarrassment across her cheeks. It wasn't the sort of observation she had grown accustomed to expecting to hear. Obscure object of fascination and fear was probably closer. A glint of amusement touched her dark eyes and her mouth twisted into a faintly mischievous smile. "Who says you have to? Well, except with the firelizards of course." There was a pause and she looked a little more solemn. "You won't find me in another's bed, R'zzon. I'm not a free spirit and never have been. Just as I know flights will happen, Panagath will chase. But... I'll still be waiting when you come back."

On Sun, Sep 20, 2020 at 3:54 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
R'zzon didn't cry. He was a man. He didn't cry. So why did he feel like he was looking through water?

The food smelled delicious, but she'd opened up to him and he had to open up to her. "At first, I just wanted to be your friend. It's--hard--for a dragonrider to be around one who has lost half of themselves. But just because something's missing doesn't make a dragonless person any less. I truly can't imagine how you feel, but in general, if someone loses an arm, or a leg, they aren't treated any differently. But for you--people don't know how to act. They pity, or they avoid you." He'd started with generalities, but now, now he was talking direct.

"It's wrong. I hated it when people tiptoed around you. Anyone, actually. I've seen others who couldn't take the ostracization and suicided. And, when I met you, I could tell you felt 'other', and wanted you to know you had someone to talk to. Someone who didn't judge you. And those others, they don't know what they're missing. You have made my life richer for knowing you.' He gave her a lopsided smile.

"There's only one problem. Now I don't want to share you with anyone else."

On Sat, Sep 19, 2020 at 3:56 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Encapsulated in the embrace, Tyne let the sensations surround her. The scent of his clothing, the feel of his skin against hers, the sound of his breathing, It suffused her senses and every component added to the jigsaw of calm that built itself around her just whenever he was near. In so many ways that he probably didn't even realise, he had been of such huge importance. She had been content to sit there for several moments simply wrapped in the emotions that filled her. Without Myrandith, there were parts of her that had huge amounts of love to give, that had needed direction like a river stuck behind a dam.

As his stomach rumbled, a small smile curled her lips. "I'll dish up dinner." His cheek was kissed gently as she got to her feet and even as she busied herself cutting bread, her voice quietly and carefully continued. "I was scared of you, for a while," she admitted. "Scared that you would see through me and see all the broken bits left behind and realise it... wasn't worth it." It was a painful admission but one that lurked many a time in her thoughts. "For the longest time I... waited for you to see the real me and realise you... wanted nothing to  do with it." As she talked, she continued busying herself, it seemed to both help and distract. "Lately I've started to see that the real me isn't just broken. Didn't just let people down. Isn't just the girl with the... the dead dragon." She glanced up, catching his eye and her expression softened, "With you, the firelizards.... even Panagath. You've all helped me to see so much about myself that is... better than I ever dreamed could be true."

Assembling the plate of cut and buttered bread and poured bowl of soup onto a tray, she brought it back to the couch, setting it on the low table amidst the glasses of wine. "You made me feel... strong again. And Panagath did. Lately I've been thinking about what I want from my life. For the first time... choices weren't made for me." Tyne glanced over her shoulder, catching his eye. Her expression was one of abject tenderness as she passed him a steaming bowl of the hearty soup. "And all I could think of was how much I wanted it to be you. Because whenever you're here I feel... complete again."

On Sat, Sep 19, 2020 at 5:41 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Hearing her say it back? It was the most wonderful thing that could have happened that day. The only thing that had ever happened to him that was better, was when Panagath chose him.

"I don't know why I waited so long to tell you. I think I was afraid I'd scare you. But then, I realized that it didn't matter. You needed to know." He tightened his arms around her. Maybe she looked fragile, but he knew now that she wasn't. Was nowhere near as fragile as she looked.

They sat like that for some time, then his stomach rumbled. Loudly. 

On Tue, Sep 15, 2020 at 4:16 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
As they took to the couch to gaze at the window to the Lake that sat right in front of them, the kiss was warm and genuine. For a moment that stood still in time, Tyne felt the world slow and blur around her the way it always did with R'zzon, swirling into a blend of colour and the heated swirl of emotion of everything good. Even as their lips parted, she remained pressed to him, her forehead against his own as her palms caressed the rough stubble on his jaw. Her ears rang as he spoke, threatening to drown out the rest of the world. There had been many small endearments between them, many soft gestures of affection. But for the first time, he had said that.

The swell of emotion in her chest threatened to rip her in two, a sensation of a rising wave that wanted to engulf her but... strangely... it was tempered with calm. The dark eyes that couldn't hide a secret if they tried found his own and they brimmed with a deep warmth. "R'zzon..." she breathed, "Shells... I think... I think I've been waiting for you to say it first. Just I knew. So I could be sure..." This time, she initiated the kiss and its intensity said far more than words. "... I love you too. I know I do. I... think I have for longer than I knew."

On Tue, Sep 15, 2020 at 4:48 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
"I remember coming upon the two of you, talking. I remember being surprised. I don't remember anyone else around." He stepped back from the painting, also lost in the colors. "He captured both of you so...real. And...I love it."

Panagath stuck his head through the Weyr door from outside. {{I like it,}} he said, eyes whirling blue-green. {{I like it a lot.}}

R'zzon led Tyne back to the couch, where they could all look at it. He took his eyes off for a moment to kiss her deeply. "I love it. And I love you,}} he said.

On Mon, Sep 14, 2020 at 4:20 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Leaving their dinner to simmer on the comandeered klah stove, Tyne had poured two glasses of wine, setting one on a low table for R'zzon and taking the other for herself to the couch as she curled up in the corner and waited. It had clearly delighted her to see the manner in which R'zzon pounced the package, pulling away the paper and strings that covered it. When it was finally uncovered, even she had momentarily been lost in a sea of colours, her dark brown eyes widening a little.

The canvas was reasonably large, approximately one yard square and what Fenlyn had captured wasn't what she had idly imagined could have been his choice from the sketches he had shown her. But at the same time... she wasn't surprised. And she remembered that moment. The whole piece was light, and colourful, projecting a feeling of deep intimacy and quiet calm. It was clearly the Lake but with a little artistic licence to play with the lighting in the background. And there, right in the middle was an image of herself captured in deep and animated conversation with Panagath. The blue's head was swung towards her, clearly paying attention to what was being said. There were no sombre undertones and even from the slight distance, as though captured through the eyes of a passerby, it was clear that Tyne was relaxed and lucid, even smiling slightly and whatever she was telling Panagath, she seemed enthusiastic and happy.

Getting quietly to her feet, Tyne slipped an arm around R'zzon's waist, feeling the warmth from his skin through his shirt as she pressed gently against his side. "I didn't know he'd picked that one," she said quietly, her eyes captured by the canvas. But she didn't seem remotely upset by that fact. Because she remembered that day. That moment. That conversation. And it was a good memory.


On Mon, Sep 14, 2020 at 3:29 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Truth be told, R'zzon wanted to tear into the package that minute, but he did want to get cleaned up. "Let me go change first, then I'll open it," he said, kissing her on the forehead.

Several minutes later he came back and gleefully tore open the package. On the one hand he would have liked to savor the moment, but he could see the anticipation on Tyne's face, and the pleasure she got out of his eagerness.

Painting fully opened, he stepped back and stared at it. "Oh, Tyne," he said, his voice husky with emotion

On Sun, Sep 13, 2020 at 5:45 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
As soon as the bluerider walked in, it was as though a light had been turned on inside Tyne. She seemed to glow from top to bottom and the huge smile touched her entire face. Even her eyes. Wiping her hands on the apron she was wearing, Tyne stepped lightly across the room and slid her hands behind her waist. He had the distinct aroma of someone who had just been working very hard in flight leathers and it was a familiar scent that over time, she had remembered was one she was allowed to like. Pressing her lips gently to his cheek, Tyne's eyes held a glimmer of mischief. "Present. You can open it after you wash up, dinner will take a little while yet. Or you could give in to curiosity and open it now." Part of her wanted to make him wait, another part wanted to see the canvas in the next second.

"Dinner" was nothing extravagant. But was going to be hearty and most importantly, comforting. She had comandeered R'zzon's klah stove into a makeshift oven on which a pot was bubbling. She had put together a soup with chunky vegetables and several different types of fish including smoked yellowfish, whitefish and some of the shelled curlfish that the kitchens had been happy to deskin and vein for her before she had collected. All served up in a creamy, flavourful broth that would be served with thickly buttered slices of bread made fresh that afternoon. No, nothing special. But was the sort of meal that just... seemed to make everything feel a bit better. 

On Sat, Sep 12, 2020 at 9:57 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Drills were over, and for a moment, R'zzon was disappointed. Drills were familiar. They were routine. Nothing bad happened during drills, rather, they were a constant that could be relied upon.

But, Tyne was going to be at his weyr tonight. She was welcome at any time, of course, but it made him happy to know she would be there. It was something he could easily get used to.

{{Me too,}} Panagath said brightly. 

It was nice that she and his dragon got on so well. Weird, but nice. Pan had never taken to anyone else he'd slept with...

{{Because they weren't going to last,}} the blue said. He landed on his ledge and R'zzon unfastened their straps. He wanted nothing more than to go see Tyne, but he also was not about to leave the straps just laying about, or Panagath's ledge messy. No, that was how one ended up hurt, or dead. He remembered the tale during Weyrling classes of people who left their straps lying around, then getting their feet tangled up in them and falling to their deaths. It could have been a story made up by the Weyrlingmasters, but it didn't matter. If someone thought of it, it could happen.

Soon, but not soon enough for him he entered his weyr. "Mm, something smells good," he said, then stopped. "What's that?" he asked, nodding at the package.

On Thu, Sep 10, 2020 at 6:16 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
IC Date Reference: Set approximately 4-5 days post hatching. Approximately IC date 8.28.9.2.

She had actually received the parcel from Harper Fenlyn several days before the explosion that had rocked the Caverns. Initially there had been all sorts of ideas as to how to present it to the Bluerider but they had gone on the backburner as the dragons keened. Desperate to escape the clawing tension in her mind, Tyne had spent several days throwing herself into the final work that the firelizard clinic needed before it could be opened to the Weyr's denizens. It had been a much needed distraction.

When the Hatching had finally come, they had sat there in the middle of the night, watching the dark shadows on the dimly lit Sands as disaster after disaster seemed to ensue. And all it did was fulfill the prophecy in her mind that the twin golds were nothing more than an omen of ill portent. As the screams of the blood-covered Candidate had rung around the Caverns as the Healers half carried her down the tunnels, it had been hard to stop her thoughts ricocheting to the parallels that she tried to conjure up in her own memory. Ironically, it was the girl who stuck in her thoughts far more than the poor boy who was ripped to pieces in front of their eyes.

It was clear that the Hatching had affected her and Tyne had been quiet and sombre in the immediate aftermath. But as the churning emotions settled, Tyne had turned her thoughts back towards the good things she had in her life. And after days of what seemed like endless sorrow, it felt as though now was the perfect time. 

She hadn't seen the finished piece herself but some preliminary sketches. The truth was, she couldn't wait to see it herself. She had every faith that what had been created would be something spectacular. So, Tyne had casually asked if R'zzon would like to have dinner at his weyr and if he would mind her letting herself in early whilst he was at wing drills so she could prepare it. Of course. part of that letting herself in early also involved carefully setting the large square package in the corner of his sitting area where the bluerider would spot it the moment he walked in. And as if there were nothing unusual going on, she had busied herself about with preparing their meal.

OoC: Hope you don't mind me setting this one up :)

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Re: Trying to be Subtle atten: Tamalack/Kalain

Laurie
 

This was serious, and Tamalak knew it. He didn't think his feelings would change, but today was today, and a few months was a few months. "Yes," he said. "We can still show some affection, just not too much. Not until they can handle it." He nodded to the two whers, which were settled down now, though Chato was staring at him.

But, now that they'd started, things had changed in him. Now, he knew he wanted this. He also knew Kalain felt like he'd forced the issue, but really, if he hadn't...

"This would have happened no matter what, you know," he said. "I just didn't understand what I was feeling. Maybe I'm immature. Or, y'know, just clueless."

On Sat, Sep 19, 2020 at 6:25 PM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:
"If it's meant to be, we can still do it in a few months," Kalain said, though not without a sigh. Knowing and believing something wasn't the same as liking it. "But if you don't want...if you want to be friends...That's okay, too."


Re: This will have been worth the wait (Tyne/R'zzon)

Laurie
 

R'zzon didn't cry. He was a man. He didn't cry. So why did he feel like he was looking through water?

The food smelled delicious, but she'd opened up to him and he had to open up to her. "At first, I just wanted to be your friend. It's--hard--for a dragonrider to be around one who has lost half of themselves. But just because something's missing doesn't make a dragonless person any less. I truly can't imagine how you feel, but in general, if someone loses an arm, or a leg, they aren't treated any differently. But for you--people don't know how to act. They pity, or they avoid you." He'd started with generalities, but now, now he was talking direct.

"It's wrong. I hated it when people tiptoed around you. Anyone, actually. I've seen others who couldn't take the ostracization and suicided. And, when I met you, I could tell you felt 'other', and wanted you to know you had someone to talk to. Someone who didn't judge you. And those others, they don't know what they're missing. You have made my life richer for knowing you.' He gave her a lopsided smile.

"There's only one problem. Now I don't want to share you with anyone else."

On Sat, Sep 19, 2020 at 3:56 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Encapsulated in the embrace, Tyne let the sensations surround her. The scent of his clothing, the feel of his skin against hers, the sound of his breathing, It suffused her senses and every component added to the jigsaw of calm that built itself around her just whenever he was near. In so many ways that he probably didn't even realise, he had been of such huge importance. She had been content to sit there for several moments simply wrapped in the emotions that filled her. Without Myrandith, there were parts of her that had huge amounts of love to give, that had needed direction like a river stuck behind a dam.

As his stomach rumbled, a small smile curled her lips. "I'll dish up dinner." His cheek was kissed gently as she got to her feet and even as she busied herself cutting bread, her voice quietly and carefully continued. "I was scared of you, for a while," she admitted. "Scared that you would see through me and see all the broken bits left behind and realise it... wasn't worth it." It was a painful admission but one that lurked many a time in her thoughts. "For the longest time I... waited for you to see the real me and realise you... wanted nothing to  do with it." As she talked, she continued busying herself, it seemed to both help and distract. "Lately I've started to see that the real me isn't just broken. Didn't just let people down. Isn't just the girl with the... the dead dragon." She glanced up, catching his eye and her expression softened, "With you, the firelizards.... even Panagath. You've all helped me to see so much about myself that is... better than I ever dreamed could be true."

Assembling the plate of cut and buttered bread and poured bowl of soup onto a tray, she brought it back to the couch, setting it on the low table amidst the glasses of wine. "You made me feel... strong again. And Panagath did. Lately I've been thinking about what I want from my life. For the first time... choices weren't made for me." Tyne glanced over her shoulder, catching his eye. Her expression was one of abject tenderness as she passed him a steaming bowl of the hearty soup. "And all I could think of was how much I wanted it to be you. Because whenever you're here I feel... complete again."

On Sat, Sep 19, 2020 at 5:41 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Hearing her say it back? It was the most wonderful thing that could have happened that day. The only thing that had ever happened to him that was better, was when Panagath chose him.

"I don't know why I waited so long to tell you. I think I was afraid I'd scare you. But then, I realized that it didn't matter. You needed to know." He tightened his arms around her. Maybe she looked fragile, but he knew now that she wasn't. Was nowhere near as fragile as she looked.

They sat like that for some time, then his stomach rumbled. Loudly. 

On Tue, Sep 15, 2020 at 4:16 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
As they took to the couch to gaze at the window to the Lake that sat right in front of them, the kiss was warm and genuine. For a moment that stood still in time, Tyne felt the world slow and blur around her the way it always did with R'zzon, swirling into a blend of colour and the heated swirl of emotion of everything good. Even as their lips parted, she remained pressed to him, her forehead against his own as her palms caressed the rough stubble on his jaw. Her ears rang as he spoke, threatening to drown out the rest of the world. There had been many small endearments between them, many soft gestures of affection. But for the first time, he had said that.

The swell of emotion in her chest threatened to rip her in two, a sensation of a rising wave that wanted to engulf her but... strangely... it was tempered with calm. The dark eyes that couldn't hide a secret if they tried found his own and they brimmed with a deep warmth. "R'zzon..." she breathed, "Shells... I think... I think I've been waiting for you to say it first. Just I knew. So I could be sure..." This time, she initiated the kiss and its intensity said far more than words. "... I love you too. I know I do. I... think I have for longer than I knew."

On Tue, Sep 15, 2020 at 4:48 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
"I remember coming upon the two of you, talking. I remember being surprised. I don't remember anyone else around." He stepped back from the painting, also lost in the colors. "He captured both of you so...real. And...I love it."

Panagath stuck his head through the Weyr door from outside. {{I like it,}} he said, eyes whirling blue-green. {{I like it a lot.}}

R'zzon led Tyne back to the couch, where they could all look at it. He took his eyes off for a moment to kiss her deeply. "I love it. And I love you,}} he said.

On Mon, Sep 14, 2020 at 4:20 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Leaving their dinner to simmer on the comandeered klah stove, Tyne had poured two glasses of wine, setting one on a low table for R'zzon and taking the other for herself to the couch as she curled up in the corner and waited. It had clearly delighted her to see the manner in which R'zzon pounced the package, pulling away the paper and strings that covered it. When it was finally uncovered, even she had momentarily been lost in a sea of colours, her dark brown eyes widening a little.

The canvas was reasonably large, approximately one yard square and what Fenlyn had captured wasn't what she had idly imagined could have been his choice from the sketches he had shown her. But at the same time... she wasn't surprised. And she remembered that moment. The whole piece was light, and colourful, projecting a feeling of deep intimacy and quiet calm. It was clearly the Lake but with a little artistic licence to play with the lighting in the background. And there, right in the middle was an image of herself captured in deep and animated conversation with Panagath. The blue's head was swung towards her, clearly paying attention to what was being said. There were no sombre undertones and even from the slight distance, as though captured through the eyes of a passerby, it was clear that Tyne was relaxed and lucid, even smiling slightly and whatever she was telling Panagath, she seemed enthusiastic and happy.

Getting quietly to her feet, Tyne slipped an arm around R'zzon's waist, feeling the warmth from his skin through his shirt as she pressed gently against his side. "I didn't know he'd picked that one," she said quietly, her eyes captured by the canvas. But she didn't seem remotely upset by that fact. Because she remembered that day. That moment. That conversation. And it was a good memory.


On Mon, Sep 14, 2020 at 3:29 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Truth be told, R'zzon wanted to tear into the package that minute, but he did want to get cleaned up. "Let me go change first, then I'll open it," he said, kissing her on the forehead.

Several minutes later he came back and gleefully tore open the package. On the one hand he would have liked to savor the moment, but he could see the anticipation on Tyne's face, and the pleasure she got out of his eagerness.

Painting fully opened, he stepped back and stared at it. "Oh, Tyne," he said, his voice husky with emotion

On Sun, Sep 13, 2020 at 5:45 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
As soon as the bluerider walked in, it was as though a light had been turned on inside Tyne. She seemed to glow from top to bottom and the huge smile touched her entire face. Even her eyes. Wiping her hands on the apron she was wearing, Tyne stepped lightly across the room and slid her hands behind her waist. He had the distinct aroma of someone who had just been working very hard in flight leathers and it was a familiar scent that over time, she had remembered was one she was allowed to like. Pressing her lips gently to his cheek, Tyne's eyes held a glimmer of mischief. "Present. You can open it after you wash up, dinner will take a little while yet. Or you could give in to curiosity and open it now." Part of her wanted to make him wait, another part wanted to see the canvas in the next second.

"Dinner" was nothing extravagant. But was going to be hearty and most importantly, comforting. She had comandeered R'zzon's klah stove into a makeshift oven on which a pot was bubbling. She had put together a soup with chunky vegetables and several different types of fish including smoked yellowfish, whitefish and some of the shelled curlfish that the kitchens had been happy to deskin and vein for her before she had collected. All served up in a creamy, flavourful broth that would be served with thickly buttered slices of bread made fresh that afternoon. No, nothing special. But was the sort of meal that just... seemed to make everything feel a bit better. 

On Sat, Sep 12, 2020 at 9:57 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Drills were over, and for a moment, R'zzon was disappointed. Drills were familiar. They were routine. Nothing bad happened during drills, rather, they were a constant that could be relied upon.

But, Tyne was going to be at his weyr tonight. She was welcome at any time, of course, but it made him happy to know she would be there. It was something he could easily get used to.

{{Me too,}} Panagath said brightly. 

It was nice that she and his dragon got on so well. Weird, but nice. Pan had never taken to anyone else he'd slept with...

{{Because they weren't going to last,}} the blue said. He landed on his ledge and R'zzon unfastened their straps. He wanted nothing more than to go see Tyne, but he also was not about to leave the straps just laying about, or Panagath's ledge messy. No, that was how one ended up hurt, or dead. He remembered the tale during Weyrling classes of people who left their straps lying around, then getting their feet tangled up in them and falling to their deaths. It could have been a story made up by the Weyrlingmasters, but it didn't matter. If someone thought of it, it could happen.

Soon, but not soon enough for him he entered his weyr. "Mm, something smells good," he said, then stopped. "What's that?" he asked, nodding at the package.

On Thu, Sep 10, 2020 at 6:16 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
IC Date Reference: Set approximately 4-5 days post hatching. Approximately IC date 8.28.9.2.

She had actually received the parcel from Harper Fenlyn several days before the explosion that had rocked the Caverns. Initially there had been all sorts of ideas as to how to present it to the Bluerider but they had gone on the backburner as the dragons keened. Desperate to escape the clawing tension in her mind, Tyne had spent several days throwing herself into the final work that the firelizard clinic needed before it could be opened to the Weyr's denizens. It had been a much needed distraction.

When the Hatching had finally come, they had sat there in the middle of the night, watching the dark shadows on the dimly lit Sands as disaster after disaster seemed to ensue. And all it did was fulfill the prophecy in her mind that the twin golds were nothing more than an omen of ill portent. As the screams of the blood-covered Candidate had rung around the Caverns as the Healers half carried her down the tunnels, it had been hard to stop her thoughts ricocheting to the parallels that she tried to conjure up in her own memory. Ironically, it was the girl who stuck in her thoughts far more than the poor boy who was ripped to pieces in front of their eyes.

It was clear that the Hatching had affected her and Tyne had been quiet and sombre in the immediate aftermath. But as the churning emotions settled, Tyne had turned her thoughts back towards the good things she had in her life. And after days of what seemed like endless sorrow, it felt as though now was the perfect time. 

She hadn't seen the finished piece herself but some preliminary sketches. The truth was, she couldn't wait to see it herself. She had every faith that what had been created would be something spectacular. So, Tyne had casually asked if R'zzon would like to have dinner at his weyr and if he would mind her letting herself in early whilst he was at wing drills so she could prepare it. Of course. part of that letting herself in early also involved carefully setting the large square package in the corner of his sitting area where the bluerider would spot it the moment he walked in. And as if there were nothing unusual going on, she had busied herself about with preparing their meal.

OoC: Hope you don't mind me setting this one up :)

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Re: Trying to be Subtle atten: Tamalack/Kalain

sailyn2
 

"If it's meant to be, we can still do it in a few months," Kalain said, though not without a sigh. Knowing and believing something wasn't the same as liking it. "But if you don't want...if you want to be friends...That's okay, too."


(CONCLAVE) Impossible to behave like adults! #conclave2020

Nutmeg
 

Part Two:


The procession of Weyrleaders was led through the Weyr Bowl. And garnered all the attention that was to be expected. It was hard not to draw attention when a mass of gold and bronze dragons had suddenly filled the proverbial room. It surely wouldn’t take long for the more observant to quickly note the mass of Weyrleader and Weyrwoman knots and for the surprised whispers to start making the rounds and speculating what could have brought the other Weyrs to their doorstep without announcing their arrival beforehand.


And perhaps for some, it wouldn’t entirely be a surprise. Perhaps some would immediately comprehend why, in the aftermath of all that had surrounded Arolos of late, that the other Weyrs were concerned and did want to know what had been happening. It would be very hard to miss the aura of tension that seemed to surround the entire group. It bristled and crackled, like the sensation of a brewing storm on a hot summer’s night as Kassia and her Weyrleaders led the way.


“Mind the wher.” R’tal’s warning came slightly too late as he opened the room door and Tyren came bouncing out. Fortunately F’loran was there and Tyren knew the smell of an old friend enough to go bounding up to him, all wriggles and bounces like a (very) overgrown pup. Likely, anyone else would have been flattened - or at least a lot more scared - by him.


“Got him guarding the room,” R’tal added, suddenly a lot more cheerful at his guests’ startled expressions. “Nothing for guarding like a wher, really. He’d have someone’s leg off if he thought they intended harm. In we go. You’ll see we had it all set out ready for next sevenday but you seem to have got rather ahead of us.” In particular there were little signs denoting where Weyrs should be sitting. R’tal rather wanted allies next to them given the choice.


Maybe it was rude,  but Kassia didn’t want to be on her feet longer than she had to. Her head was already beginning to hurt and she was starting to feel the effects of carrying two fetuses inside. She made her way to her seat and sat down.


Benden wasn’t in the mood to wait either. Telsa and L’nyr pushed their way through to their places and took their own seats. They weren’t going with subtle.


Cathern gave the wher a bit of a disgusted look before smoothing her expression, then headed towards her marked seat and took it, although R'orsh simply stood by his, clearly waiting for all the Weyrwomen to be seated.


Tedileen sat down, followed by I’tri who sprawled on his seat in a way she clearly disapproved of. She was radiating a no nonsense approach and was clearly impatient to get this all resolved as swiftly as possible if only to stop her Weyrleader embarrassing her further. I’tri on the other hand seemed to be impressed by Tyren. “Bit different from our whers” he commented with a smile. “Especially considering it’s still light. Couldn’t get our lot out of their weyrs for anything before dusk.”


Sullen grumpiness transformed into boyish glee as the wher bounced around the room. “Tyren!” Apparently it was now the best day in the world as the massive Weyrleader sprang into a crouch to immediately fuss over and scratch at the brown’s wrinkled face. “Oh you’re so good, yes you ar-- “


Maryl unconsciously shied back as the wher went bounding around, but J’lian looked interested. He’d need to talk to one of his Wingleaders--Sl’miak had been breeding whers at SEF before they came forward, and he wondered what had happened to them.


The sound of a throat being cleared by Wygelle had the man straightening up and looking somewhat, and only a little, sheepish about the lapse in decorum. But even his Weyrwoman had a twinkle of mischievous amusement in her eyes as she pointedly gestured for her Weyrleader to take a seat before she slid into the one beside him. As she did, Wygelle nodded in friendly greeting to Maryl, glad that the New Fort Weyrleaders seemed to be taking this in their stride. So far.


Andrette had stepped back a little towards the safety of her Weyrleader as the wher came bowling out, looking startled. J’lson too looked thrown, moving as though to shelter his Weyrwoman from a potential danger.


“Is that thing safe?” he demanded.


“As long as you’re not trying to attack me. Or Kassia or N’shen of course,” R’tal was suddenly downright jovial. “Come and sit down. Settle, Ty.”


And the wher did, though he thrust his head into F’loran’s lap, just in case the High Reaches Weyrleader had brought snacks.


Once Kassia was seated, N'shen walked to stand by his own seat. Despite knowing this was coming, he barely kept the annoyance over having been interrupted in his work to deal with this. Any other time, he might have been at least a little ill at ease around Tyren despite having only positive experiences with the wher so far.


But then, he was much too delighted at the others' discomfort – such as any among them were uncomfortable.


Surprise over, Maryl and J’lian took their seats by the High Reaches Weyrleaders. Maryl was alright with Telgar, too, but the other three, and Arolos, were still Weyrs to be wary of.


Yes, he did have snacks in his pockets. Completely unrelated to the hope that he would see the brown. Honest. And was now discreetly feeding them to the wher under the table. Whilst looking incredibly pleased with himself as he did. F’loran’s day had just got a lot better.


As they all settled, Wygelle was casting an eye about the room, trying to gauge the feel and look through the fraught veil that seemed to cover most of the Weyrleaders. That tension alone seemed to twist things. “I’m hoping that we can resolve matters expeditiously, Weyrwoman Kassia,” she said, keeping things formal but giving Kassia a small if somewhat tight, smile. “I’m sure that none of us want to cause further discomfort to yourself in your current condition any longer than necessary and I myself am keen to ensure a swift return to High Reaches.”


Kassia nodded, laying her own hand on Brogan who had sat quietly next to her, a stark difference from the playful brown.


“I appreciate your words and can reach an end with some expedience.” She looked around the room. “Clearly there are concerns and we would hear them. We’re ready for any questions you have.” She hoped.


"I also hope we can get through these concerns some among us have," Cathern said, pointedly avoiding looking at the Ista contingent, "especially given how we, ah, foist ourselves upon you here."  This was said with an apologetic smile towards Kassia and the two Weyrleaders flanking her.  "I am sure that you'll be able to answer any questions, just as I'm confident that we will forgive any lack of answers you may not have just yet."  This time she did look at the Weyrwoman next to her.


“We’re really anxious to hear the answer to our questions,” Telsa said, crossing her arms over her chest. “We’re looking for honest answers.”


L’nyr looked no less irritated at the whole thing. “Yes, we are. And without delaying and trying to put us off. We deserve to know what’s going on here.”


“There have been enough delays already,” Andrette agreed. She eyed R’tal and N’shen in particular, her gaze passing from one to the other, searching. “One might begin to wonder what Arolos has to hide.”


Tedileen gave a disapproving look at the Istan Weyrwoman. “One might also be considered unconscionably rude for suggesting something of that ilk. Gracious, it’s almost as if Ista does not recall the dragon rider code that allows riders to duel if their honour is impugned. Anyway, all that aside, we are here and now is a good time to establish if there is a threat to the weyrs as a whole. That is my true concern.”

“What she said,” I’tri said. “We get it, Weyr autonomy is a good thing up to a point right? We just want to see if there is something we need to get together and sort out.”


"Welcome. All of you to Arolos," N'shen said. He glanced to each of them in turn. "I am N'shen of Truenoth. I regret that our preparations were too slow for your comfort. But we wanted to have answers for you before we invited you all here. I have been conducting an investigation into what happened, and I am making headway, though I haven't yet come to a conclusion. What questions do you have for me?" 


"I, for one, am willing to wait until your investigation is properly completed," Cathern responded, settling back in her chair.  "I learned even as a Candidate that most questions could be answered if you listen or read the whole thing.  R'orsh?"


"Yeah, no, I'm good," her Weyrleader said hastily.


“We don’t have time to wait,” Telsa said. “What if something happens at our Weyr? Somewhere else beyond here? And we won’t know because you’re fecking around about this investigation.”


She glanced at her Weyrleader, but he wisely just nodded along just as R’orsh had.


Maryl sat contemplating the beginnings of bickering already going on. “I’m with Telgar,” she said, nodding to Cathern. “I don’t see why we had to hurry and come here if there were no answers yet.” She totally ignored Ista, but did gaze at Telsa cooly. “So you’re saying it’s Arolos’s fault that something bad happened here, but it would also be their fault if something happened in your Weyr? You’ve never heard of upping security?” 


There was a noise suspiciously like a snort from J’lian’s chair.


“Oh, stuff a wherry in it Andrette,” came the grumble from F’loran complete with eye roll as he shot the Istan Weyrwoma a withering look. “You can at least have the good grace to at least pretend that you’re not currently smug about the fact that this time we’re not picking Ista apart.” The “and last time you sharding deserved it” was only heavily implied as he looked back to N’shen with a gesture of “please continue”. 


“I’m sure Arolos is more than capable of using a brain to realise that we’re all anxious to know what happened and what progress they’ve made in terms of steps forward,” he continued despite the now entirely suspicious expression he was pretending to ignore from Wygelle. “If we can actually give them a moment to tell us without bitching like a bunch of girls, we might actually find out something about the whole mess.”


The fact that he may or may not have had a jab in the ribs from Wygelle at that point could have had something to do with why F’loran stopped talking and made a pointed gesture of nodding encouragingly at N’shen and R’tal.


"Please. Ladies and gentlemen," said N'shen. "If you have no specific questions, then I will give a preliminary report. I have conducted a thorough search of the Sands with our guard and with our Smithy and found the remnants of explosives used in excavation, primarily by Miners."


"And I have begun an investigation into any and all who set foot on the Sands to determine who may have had a motive to stage this kind of attack. Once I have more information, I intend to track down the source of those explosives."


"Of course," he went on, "we suspect that the perpetrators may be related to those who attempted to attack Kassia at our most recent Gather. Since I have no additional information to give you at this time, I can offer little better for advice than that you should be careful. Again, what questions do you have for me?"


Tedileen raised her hand. “The question I have is the most pertinent I believe. Do you believe or is there evidence to show that these attacks are Arolos orientated, or dragonfolk orientated? “

“Or if there isn’t evidence, I’m gonna have to say we’ll have to assume the worst case scenario right?” I’tri said.


"Given that we have seen two attacks against Kassia," said N'shen, "and unless you all have come to add reports of your own, I presume no attacks against any of you, until we see any evidence to the contrary, it stands to reason that the attacks are specifically Kassia-related."


"In fact, it was my intention not to ask you all to be in a room together with Kassia until we had a suspect in custody."


Wygelle and F’loran seemed to be discreetly conferring with one another and Wygelle looked about the room before coming back to the Arolosian Weyrleaders. “Weyrleader N’shen… if I may… we would like to present an alternative direction of thought which may give some clarity to you as to why the level of concern has developed outside of the Weyr the way it has…” She glanced at F’loran with a nod and the High Reaches Weyrleader seemed to have lost some of his ire, some of his delight at the wher in his lap and now seemed to have an entirely thoughtful expression of concern on his face.


“H’okay…” It was a deep exhalation of breath. “... I’m going to start by emphasising that this is entirely the speculation of High Reaches. It is not based on any particular information or lack thereof. But Wygelle and I have been chewing this whole thing over. And… a couple of things have been sitting in our heads a lot. And I won’t lie, I don’t think any of you in here are going to like it.” F’loran already had an inkling that R’tal had picked up on where he was going with it and continued. “We have chewed this over. And believe you may be looking at two unrelated scenarios. Because an awful lot doesn’t add up if it was entirely Weyrwoman Kassia that was the target. It is our belief,” And there was a small nod of encouragement from Wygelle, “That the Gather incident was a blade for hire. And it’s easy to pay if you’ve got the marks. With no insult intended to Weyrwoman Kassia - but a Weyrwoman walking a Gather is a nice fat target for someone who has got an axe to grind. Honestly? I think if you are trying to link them you’re headed right down a path of frustration and no solution. The Caverns explosion however…”


He paused, looking about the room and his face was grim. “... We think that it exploded early. And that the Caverns were meant to be filled with every ranker, official and dignitary in the South. And that the explosion wasn’t about targeting the Weyrleaders because staging an explosion is a sharding clumsy way to go about it with no guarantee of it working. But if it was intended to happen when the Caverns were filled to the brim with a huge amount of people… that pretty much guarantees a lot of death and worse, a lot of panic…” He trailed off, clearly uncomfortable with planting the idea, that it wasn’t just some stirring the pot with a pile of theatrics. “... if that explosion had happened on a Hatching Day… that would send one fecking monstrosity of a message. And that’s what we think this was all about. Kicking off a massive amount of panic both inside a Weyr and out.”


Cathern looked grim as she listened to them.  "I was thinking it might have just been a matter of opportunity, for both attacks.  None of us have been doing major construction, as far as I know," she looked around at the gathered faces.  "Easier to smuggle the materials in that way.  And if it was meant to be during a Hatching itself… it makes sense," she finished with a slow, reluctant nod of agreement.  Taking out a Weyrwoman and several eggs, maybe even a Weyrleader, would have been bad enough.  But with *two* gold eggs on the Sands?  The Stands would have been packed with Lords Holders, Craftmasters, and possibly even a few of the people currently in the room.


“It is a valid point,” Tedileen said thoughtfully. “However, I think it undersells the importance of the attempt on Kassia’s life. But it does raise the possibility that we might be dealing with two opposing factions both independently with goals that involve destabilising the weyrs. Tell me, what would have happened if Kassia had been killed or incapacitated as weyrwoman? Destabilization at the weyr. Now this is a tactic we have seen before.”


“Both are bad things, of course,” Telsa said as if she was all that sympathetic, but didn’t manage to pull it off. “But maybe this is something that is going to be limited to here. You guys haven’t made a lot of friends over the turns. Maybe someone is just targeting you in specific.”


“What if they aren’t?” L’nyr asked only to be sent a quelling look by Telsa. He put his hands up in placation and shut up.


Is there anyone in particular you think you might have made an enemy of for this?” The question came from J’lson rather than his Weyrwoman. “Are there any factions in particular you are considering likely to be responsible?”


Kassia was starting to get a major headache. She resisted the urge to rub at her head and tightened her hand on Brogan’s head. 


“Not that we know of,” she said. “Beyond the Redstars, but they’re not a new threat and they’re certainly not a threat only to ourselves. Believe me, I would love to know who wants me dead - whether singly or as a group.” Wishing for some of that tea for headaches. “But perhaps we could take a break soon. I can’t sit as long as usual what with being pregnant with twins.”


R’tal, not usually the type to get publicly (or indeed privately) affectionate with his Weyrwoman shot her a concerned look and even went as far as to slip an arm around her waist. “Does anyone else have anything they urgently need to ask before we have a pause?”


"Not I," Cathern responded, giving Kasdia a sympathetic look.  One child had been bad enough on her bladder.  A quick shake of his head indicated R'orsh's agreement.


“Oh sure, convenient place to distract us with a stop,” L’nyr said only to get a jab in his side. Apparently Telsa’s ire stopped at making a woman pregnant with twins sit around uncomfortable for candlemarks on end.


“We welcome the chance to take a break,” Telsa said.


Wygelle nodded in equal sympathy, even if F’loran was now starting to feel as though things were just starting to pick up. “I think we might all benefit from a short breather to process the different information we have been given. I for one have no interest in perpetuating bickering and would like to see this done and dusted before the day is through.” She glanced at Kassia, “Perhaps a quarter candlemark or so for everyone to take a moment to clear out their ire and come back to the table with curious concern instead?” 


“Agreed,” Kassia said. She nudged her chair back with R’tal’s arm still around her waist. “We’ll meet back then.”


"As I still haven't had the good fortune to make your acquaintance," said N'shen to the lot of them, "I'll be staying close at hand. If you'd like to get to know me and don't need to tend to anything more pressing, I welcome the conversation."



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Re: Who wants eggs {Fellan, Isirdux}

Kouga
 

Isirdux followed the boy outside, standing back politely as the dragon landed, and bowed politely before saluting the rider. He approached when beckoned over, offering a friendly smile that waverted a bit at the question. How had he been coping? Fair question, he guessed.
"Well enough, I guess?" Isirdux offered. "At least, so the mindhealer
tells me. The nightmares have mostly passed, anyways."<<

Rena nodded at the answer offering the boy a smile "::Glad to hear it.
Fellan wouldn't think about it, but I think it only fair to ask so you
can be warned. Flits are not like dragons; they will bond to whoever
feeds them when they hatch, but you have to focus and think happy and
welcoming thoughts.::"

Fellan's eye widened at the words turning a bit red especially as he
realized this was the second candidate and he /hadn't/ thought about
it with the first one. ::Sorry MamaRena. Sharp's other egg that is
gone went to a candidate too and I didn't tell him.:: he told the
bluerider.

Rena automatically translated for Fellan to Isirdux as he signed
before patting Fellan on the head "::It's ok, you're not a healer.::"
she promised the nearly 13 turn old who nodded. That settled she
returned attention to Isirdux "::If you are ok with that and think it
won't be a problem I did bring the egg Fellan asked for.::" she
advised him indicating the bag she had.

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On Sat, Sep 19, 2020 at 3:01 PM Jerzy Tobin <jerzytobin@...> wrote:

Rena quickly spotted Fellan and the boy with him that Sharp had given her the image of when she asked the gold why Fellan wanted an egg. She was careful when she slid down Hobath's shoulder using one hand to grip the rather fully carry bag she had over her shoulder. Once she was on her feet she shifted the bag to a better position and moved towards the two boys waving to them before starting to speak once she was close enough. "::I guess you are why Fellan needed one of the eggs?::" she questioned looking the unknown male over, as usual anymore both speaking and signing at the same time, before really taking in his knots "::A candidate then? How have you been coping?::" she had to ask because she knew Fellan wouldn't think too. If his head wasn't in a good place after the hatching he may not be able to bond to the little hatching, so she had to ask.
Isirdux followed the boy outside, standing back politely as the dragon
landed, and bowed politely before saluting the rider. He approached
when beckoned over, offering a friendly smile that waverted a bit at
the question. How had he been coping? Fair question, he guessed.

"Well enough, I guess?" Isirdux offered. "At least, so the mindhealer
tells me. The nightmares have mostly passed, anyways."

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in a prettily preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways in a
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and loudly proclaiming: "F*** ME, that Rocked!!" -unknown

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Re: #heatwave Your Health, Your Hydration (attn: any Riders) #heatwave

Mya L. R.
 

On Sun, Jul 19, 2020 at 2:49 PM Jerzy Tobin <jerzytobin@...> wrote:
"Ah."  That made sense.  "I was born and raised here in the South.
So, while heatwaves like this aren't common, they're not unheard of by
any means.  One rolls through every so often.  Hopefully it won't
linger."

"Hopefully."  Rionnon held her hand out for the emptied cup.  "I was born over at Alonel Hold, but mother took us back to Bitra not that long after I was born.  So I take it I won't have to expect another one like this for a few Turns?"

 
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Re: Who wants eggs {Fellan, Isirdux}

Jerzy Tobin
 

Rena quickly spotted Fellan and the boy with him that Sharp had given her the image of when she asked the gold why Fellan wanted an egg. She was careful when she slid down Hobath's shoulder using one hand to grip the rather fully carry bag she had over her shoulder. Once she was on her feet she shifted the bag to a better position and moved towards the two boys waving to them before starting to speak once she was close enough. "::I guess you are why Fellan needed one of the eggs?::" she questioned looking the unknown male over, as usual anymore both speaking and signing at the same time, before really taking in his knots "::A candidate then? How have you been coping?::" she had to ask because she knew Fellan wouldn't think too. If his head wasn't in a good place after the hatching he may not be able to bond to the little hatching, so she had to ask.
Isirdux followed the boy outside, standing back politely as the dragon
landed, and bowed politely before saluting the rider. He approached
when beckoned over, offering a friendly smile that waverted a bit at
the question. How had he been coping? Fair question, he guessed.

"Well enough, I guess?" Isirdux offered. "At least, so the mindhealer
tells me. The nightmares have mostly passed, anyways."

--
"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

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Aim: Yue146


(CONCLAVE) If I Knew You Were Coming I'd Have Baked A Cake #conclave2020

Laura Walker
 

IC Date Reference: Set approximately 3 days post Hatching. IC date approximately 8.38.9.1.


Part One:


Today was the day, that was for sure. The firelizards had been flying in and out of the Weyrleader offices as though they had been chased by dragons breathing fire on their tails. But between the Weyrs, the arrangements had been made and the necessary placations had been issued. It was notwithstanding that some of the Weyrs had been far more anxious to deal with this entire situation sooner rather than later. But the reminder of a recent Hatching and still dealing with the aftermath of injuries had felt as though that it had at least, slowed it as much as it was going to be. But, no more.


It was barely mid-morning in the hot, Arolosian heat when the first dragons began appearing above the Star Stones in a fanfare of announcement, circling the Weyr Bowl as they came in to land. Wygelle had insisted that High Reaches would be amongst the first, if not the first to arrive - wanting to show solidarity with her former Weyr. And also wanting to get the entire affair over and done with, the sooner the better. It was only Antelath that appeared, albeit followed shortly by a pair of significantly smaller dragons and the bronze landed with all the pomp and irritation that the situation curdled into being. Wygelle had… insisted on coming herself. Despite Ormanth being ready to clutch imminently, it was also hard to argue with a Weyrwoman who looked as though she was about to throw something breakable at your head.


F’loran slid down his bronze’s leg and held out his hand to assist Wygelle, more a gesture of polite unity than actual requirement. “S’ppose we need to get this done.” The High Reaches Weyrleader looked more grim-faced than his usual, more jovial appearance. Even Wygelle seemed to have an aura of tension about her, her eyes darting uncomfortably about as her boots hit the dusty floor. “Whether we like it or not, it was going to happen. All we can do is try to make sure we don’t end up killing each other before the day is out.”


Today was the first time they’d been here since they left, several Turns back. Maryl peered over the back of her dragon to look. Even after being here these four Turns, she still couldn’t get used to the obscene sizes of the dragons.


At least Ryadith was throwing eggs that were much more normal in size, even though they were still larger than she was comfortable with. She looked across at J’ian and Solrakth. When Ryadith rose the first time at Fort Weyr, she was caught by one of the other SEF bronzes. J’ian was mourning the loss of his Weyrwoman and best friend, and hadn’t had the heart to fly another. And Maryl wasn’t about to allow any of those dirty Eighth Pass Fortians touch her, or her dragon.


But the next time the queen rose, a Fortian brown caught her. By then they’d laid down the law, letting the natives know their former power games would net them nothing but time in a prison cell. Their dragons may have been small, but SEF had ways to make people mind them.


Unwittingly, Maryl had been following Kassia and Foreth’s lead, rarely letting the same dragon catch them twice. For Maryl, though, it had made good sense, allowing them to expand the gene pool.


Ryadith and Solrakth  landed, Maryl and J’ian dismounting. “Hasn’t changed much, has it,” J’ian said softly to his weyrmate.


“Did you expect it to?” She looked around and shrugged. “I’m not sure what they expect us to do here, but, here we are. Let’s go reacquaint ourselves with the Weyrwoman and Weyrleader”


Altalath and bronze Permuth appeared next, quickly winging down to land.  For Cathern, this was almost a homecoming, but R'orsh was new to both his duties as a Weyrleader and the Arolosian heat.  They slipped down their dragons to the ground, and R'orsh was already mopping his brow.  "Faranth, and you lived here?"


Cathern quirked a grin.  "You get used to it.  And you'd best do so quickly, or learn to fake it," she warned, humor quickly fading.  Fortunately, her Weyrleader seemed inclined to follow her lead, thank the stars.


Another gold and bronze pair appeared, these from Benden. Gold Braedath landed first with a delicate touchdown while Solth hit the ground with a thump.


“I hope we’re not down in this Faranth forsaken place for long,” Tesla muttered as soon as she joined L’nyr on the ground and they moved out of the way to let the next contingent come in.


Ista was the next to land, the bronze and gold landing neatly at almost the same moment. They stuck closely to Antelath, knowing and dealing with High Reaches more than with most of the other Weyrs. Both dragons and riders seemed more than a touch wary of the others as they dismounted. The last Conclaves, after all, had been to judge their own Weyr and despite that this might have been thoroughly deserved it was still not completely forgiven.


Andrette stood close to her bronzerider, J’lson and whilst those two at least seemed to be on the same Weyrleading team (unlike the last Weyrleader, who no one was going to forget in a hurry) their glances around the Weyrbowl had a certain hostility to them.


“No-one’s arrived to greet us yet then?” Andrette asked in a clear, carrying voice, as though a group of Weyrleaders arriving without notice in a weyrbowl were an easy thing to prepare for. Already Arolos riders and civilians were starting to cluster at a safe distance as they checked out the unexpected gathering.


Igen was a little later turning up, gold Quesith coming down in neat precision to land followed by a much younger bronze. Tedileen looked irritated before she even set foot on Arolosian soil, mainly at her new, and much younger and laid back Weyrleader, I’tri. If there was ever a more mismatched pair to lead a weyr, they would certainly have competition, because I’tri was barely out of weyrlinghood at first glance and seemed far more interested in having a good time than doing hard work. The fact of the matter was that he had one major asset - a very large dragon. Bronze Folioth was definitely one of the larger bronzes around and was doting on his queen even as their riders joined the other weyrleader. “Our apologies for being tardy,” Tedileen said curtly. “We were unfortunately delayed by...weyr business.”


“Folioth wanted to finish his snack,” I’tri said with a broad grin. “Dragons eh?”


Foreth normally kept half an eye out on comings and goings anyway, but after being warned about the impending arrival of rival Queens she was completely on point. With the arrival of the contingencies from the other Weyrs, Foreth bugled something that was probably supposed to be a welcome (maybe), but instead came out as an angry bugle at her Weyr being invaded.


((They are here,)) she called, her mindvoice just as angry as she bespoke her lifemate and the two Weyrleader dragons.


That was one message at least Talith had seen fit to pass on. R’tal had been sitting, theoretically working, but mostly just sitting waiting for something to happen. He made certain to hurry as though surprised, though in reality the creases of his shirt were so carefully pressed that he could have done nothing but put it on and sit perfectly still afterwards.


“Hello?!” He tried to sound querying as well as annoyed. He did not need to fake the annoyance. “Has something happened?”


N'shen arrived a few moments later much from another direction, his clipboard and investigation notes still in his hand. He made a decent show of a concerned worry as he ran to greet the metallic entourage.


"Is everything all right?" he echoed.


Kassia was a lot slower to the party, her pregnancy and the concussion having taken their toll. She’d had help that morning getting dressed so she looked appropriate for a Weyrwoman without looking either overdressed or underdressed with Brogan nearby. She looked for one of the men to help walk with her and let them take an arm on either side.


F’loran was trying very hard not to think what the other Weyrs were already thinking of the whole “double Weyrleader” ensemble. He hadn’t had enough brandy to start the day for that story. He moved forward, trying also to ignore the fact that Antelath was feeling very exposed in this bevy of Weyrleader dragons without Ormanth at his side. “Weyrwoman Kassia,” he extended politely, “Weyrleaders R’tal and N’shen.” All three were given due deference but the air of uncomfortable formality notched up the tension. With an uncharacteristically impatient sigh, Wygelle jostled her fumbling Weyrleader out of the way.


“I’m sorry that we have had to barge in on you all like this, I’m sure that you’re still managing the immediate organisation of your most recent Hatching - to which High Reaches extend their deepest congratulations on your newest gold weyrlings - Unfortunately it is Weyr business that brings us all here and the need to speak with you all in person, is past the ability to wait.” She seemed terse, fidgety and to a degree, she was. But this whole sharding thing needed dealing with.


Before anyone else could say anything, Kassia shook away from her Weyrleaders and looked around at the group. “We have indeed been caught up in the Hatching and all” -she left off specifying further- “but we always stand ready to welcome the other Weyrs as, I hope, would the other Weyrs would should the same need arise. Before we get too far into - or away from - pleasantries here, perhaps we can retire to one of the big conference rooms and send down to make sure that we’re all comfortable with good wine and food. As you can imagine, I’d prefer to get off my feet sooner rather than later. Carrying twins and all.”


"I think that is a good idea," R'orsh said after a subtle elbow jab from Cathern.


"I'm sure we would all like to take a seat and relax," she added.  "Please, lead the way.  And may I add my congratulations on both your recent Hatching and your pregnancy?"  Her tone was possibly warmer than it had ever been towards the Arolos Weyrwoman.


“Perhaps we could take a quick look around your Hatching Grounds on the way?” Of course it had to be Ista who rocked the boat. Andrette was still looking around, surveying the territory. “It would be good to see the damage done.”


“Oh, if only you’d let us know in advance.” Not quite as believably regretful as he wanted to be. R’tal’s smile was a little snarl-like. “Unfortunately, now the eggs are gone we’re taking the opportunity to get repair work done and it really isn’t safe.”


Andrette was still smiling but she leaned to say something quietly to her Weyrleader. A moment later the bronze firelizard on J’lson’s shoulder stood up, stretched, and leapt away into between. Not exactly subtle. 


Maryl rolled her eyes at that. “Rude,” was all she said, but it got her point across. A blast was a blast was a blast. No need to go digging deeper for it. Several of the old SEF riders who’d chosen to stay here had already reported in to her. If these other Weyrleaders didn’t have their own spies, too bad.


Resiting the urge to swear loudly, F’loran pinched the skin between his eyes. If they were already pulling out the knives to stick in each other’s backs, Faranth only knew what sort of bloodbath they’d be walking out of by the end of the day. Providing it only took a day. At this rate, they’d be in negotiations for a turn and tend days. Scrubbing a hand through his hair, the High Reaches Weyrleader shot a look at J’ian that seemed to resignedly say “told you I wasn’t making it up”. 


Tedileen sighed  a little. “Weyrwoman Kassia, Weyrleader R’tal, thank you for your kind welcome. I believe your suggestion of adjoining is eminently sensible. “She looked around at the other Weyrleaders. “Of course we would not want to discuss potentially sensitive issues where all of Pern could overhear.” Her tone made it clear her irritation was with those who thought this was some sort of witch hunt. Whatever their agenda was, she was all about the information.

I’tri nodded. “I could use some of that refreshment you were talking about. It’s really kind of you to do all this at short notice.”


“I don’t know why we’re supposed to be listening to them,” Telsa said, none too quietly. “They can’t even manage to have the proper amount of Weyrleaders. And now we can’t see the Caverns.” 


“Shhh,” L’nyr said, and steered her on.


Kassia pretended not to notice. Any of them really. And held out her arms for her two Weyrleaders, Brogan sticking close but out of the way. They could think what they could think. For now they could get settled and fed. Maybe they’d think a bit better with food and wine in them.



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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: Ever The Twane (ATTN: Trifali, Y'sir)

Jessica Freise
 

"Y-yes," she managed. She felt joy and pain, grief and fear, love and...no, not hate. se could never hate Dardueth.

On Sep 10, 2020, at 11:32 AM, sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:

"Just take a deep breath," Y'sir said. "Try to focus on what you're doing. One thing at a time. Unfortunately I can't do much to tell you to block out the memories or you'll scare Dardueth, but maybe I can get my dragon to distract her. Are you okay if I do that?"


Re: This will have been worth the wait (Tyne/R'zzon)

Nutmeg
 

Encapsulated in the embrace, Tyne let the sensations surround her. The scent of his clothing, the feel of his skin against hers, the sound of his breathing, It suffused her senses and every component added to the jigsaw of calm that built itself around her just whenever he was near. In so many ways that he probably didn't even realise, he had been of such huge importance. She had been content to sit there for several moments simply wrapped in the emotions that filled her. Without Myrandith, there were parts of her that had huge amounts of love to give, that had needed direction like a river stuck behind a dam.

As his stomach rumbled, a small smile curled her lips. "I'll dish up dinner." His cheek was kissed gently as she got to her feet and even as she busied herself cutting bread, her voice quietly and carefully continued. "I was scared of you, for a while," she admitted. "Scared that you would see through me and see all the broken bits left behind and realise it... wasn't worth it." It was a painful admission but one that lurked many a time in her thoughts. "For the longest time I... waited for you to see the real me and realise you... wanted nothing to  do with it." As she talked, she continued busying herself, it seemed to both help and distract. "Lately I've started to see that the real me isn't just broken. Didn't just let people down. Isn't just the girl with the... the dead dragon." She glanced up, catching his eye and her expression softened, "With you, the firelizards.... even Panagath. You've all helped me to see so much about myself that is... better than I ever dreamed could be true."

Assembling the plate of cut and buttered bread and poured bowl of soup onto a tray, she brought it back to the couch, setting it on the low table amidst the glasses of wine. "You made me feel... strong again. And Panagath did. Lately I've been thinking about what I want from my life. For the first time... choices weren't made for me." Tyne glanced over her shoulder, catching his eye. Her expression was one of abject tenderness as she passed him a steaming bowl of the hearty soup. "And all I could think of was how much I wanted it to be you. Because whenever you're here I feel... complete again."

On Sat, Sep 19, 2020 at 5:41 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Hearing her say it back? It was the most wonderful thing that could have happened that day. The only thing that had ever happened to him that was better, was when Panagath chose him.

"I don't know why I waited so long to tell you. I think I was afraid I'd scare you. But then, I realized that it didn't matter. You needed to know." He tightened his arms around her. Maybe she looked fragile, but he knew now that she wasn't. Was nowhere near as fragile as she looked.

They sat like that for some time, then his stomach rumbled. Loudly. 

On Tue, Sep 15, 2020 at 4:16 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
As they took to the couch to gaze at the window to the Lake that sat right in front of them, the kiss was warm and genuine. For a moment that stood still in time, Tyne felt the world slow and blur around her the way it always did with R'zzon, swirling into a blend of colour and the heated swirl of emotion of everything good. Even as their lips parted, she remained pressed to him, her forehead against his own as her palms caressed the rough stubble on his jaw. Her ears rang as he spoke, threatening to drown out the rest of the world. There had been many small endearments between them, many soft gestures of affection. But for the first time, he had said that.

The swell of emotion in her chest threatened to rip her in two, a sensation of a rising wave that wanted to engulf her but... strangely... it was tempered with calm. The dark eyes that couldn't hide a secret if they tried found his own and they brimmed with a deep warmth. "R'zzon..." she breathed, "Shells... I think... I think I've been waiting for you to say it first. Just I knew. So I could be sure..." This time, she initiated the kiss and its intensity said far more than words. "... I love you too. I know I do. I... think I have for longer than I knew."

On Tue, Sep 15, 2020 at 4:48 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
"I remember coming upon the two of you, talking. I remember being surprised. I don't remember anyone else around." He stepped back from the painting, also lost in the colors. "He captured both of you so...real. And...I love it."

Panagath stuck his head through the Weyr door from outside. {{I like it,}} he said, eyes whirling blue-green. {{I like it a lot.}}

R'zzon led Tyne back to the couch, where they could all look at it. He took his eyes off for a moment to kiss her deeply. "I love it. And I love you,}} he said.

On Mon, Sep 14, 2020 at 4:20 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
Leaving their dinner to simmer on the comandeered klah stove, Tyne had poured two glasses of wine, setting one on a low table for R'zzon and taking the other for herself to the couch as she curled up in the corner and waited. It had clearly delighted her to see the manner in which R'zzon pounced the package, pulling away the paper and strings that covered it. When it was finally uncovered, even she had momentarily been lost in a sea of colours, her dark brown eyes widening a little.

The canvas was reasonably large, approximately one yard square and what Fenlyn had captured wasn't what she had idly imagined could have been his choice from the sketches he had shown her. But at the same time... she wasn't surprised. And she remembered that moment. The whole piece was light, and colourful, projecting a feeling of deep intimacy and quiet calm. It was clearly the Lake but with a little artistic licence to play with the lighting in the background. And there, right in the middle was an image of herself captured in deep and animated conversation with Panagath. The blue's head was swung towards her, clearly paying attention to what was being said. There were no sombre undertones and even from the slight distance, as though captured through the eyes of a passerby, it was clear that Tyne was relaxed and lucid, even smiling slightly and whatever she was telling Panagath, she seemed enthusiastic and happy.

Getting quietly to her feet, Tyne slipped an arm around R'zzon's waist, feeling the warmth from his skin through his shirt as she pressed gently against his side. "I didn't know he'd picked that one," she said quietly, her eyes captured by the canvas. But she didn't seem remotely upset by that fact. Because she remembered that day. That moment. That conversation. And it was a good memory.


On Mon, Sep 14, 2020 at 3:29 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Truth be told, R'zzon wanted to tear into the package that minute, but he did want to get cleaned up. "Let me go change first, then I'll open it," he said, kissing her on the forehead.

Several minutes later he came back and gleefully tore open the package. On the one hand he would have liked to savor the moment, but he could see the anticipation on Tyne's face, and the pleasure she got out of his eagerness.

Painting fully opened, he stepped back and stared at it. "Oh, Tyne," he said, his voice husky with emotion

On Sun, Sep 13, 2020 at 5:45 AM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
As soon as the bluerider walked in, it was as though a light had been turned on inside Tyne. She seemed to glow from top to bottom and the huge smile touched her entire face. Even her eyes. Wiping her hands on the apron she was wearing, Tyne stepped lightly across the room and slid her hands behind her waist. He had the distinct aroma of someone who had just been working very hard in flight leathers and it was a familiar scent that over time, she had remembered was one she was allowed to like. Pressing her lips gently to his cheek, Tyne's eyes held a glimmer of mischief. "Present. You can open it after you wash up, dinner will take a little while yet. Or you could give in to curiosity and open it now." Part of her wanted to make him wait, another part wanted to see the canvas in the next second.

"Dinner" was nothing extravagant. But was going to be hearty and most importantly, comforting. She had comandeered R'zzon's klah stove into a makeshift oven on which a pot was bubbling. She had put together a soup with chunky vegetables and several different types of fish including smoked yellowfish, whitefish and some of the shelled curlfish that the kitchens had been happy to deskin and vein for her before she had collected. All served up in a creamy, flavourful broth that would be served with thickly buttered slices of bread made fresh that afternoon. No, nothing special. But was the sort of meal that just... seemed to make everything feel a bit better. 

On Sat, Sep 12, 2020 at 9:57 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Drills were over, and for a moment, R'zzon was disappointed. Drills were familiar. They were routine. Nothing bad happened during drills, rather, they were a constant that could be relied upon.

But, Tyne was going to be at his weyr tonight. She was welcome at any time, of course, but it made him happy to know she would be there. It was something he could easily get used to.

{{Me too,}} Panagath said brightly. 

It was nice that she and his dragon got on so well. Weird, but nice. Pan had never taken to anyone else he'd slept with...

{{Because they weren't going to last,}} the blue said. He landed on his ledge and R'zzon unfastened their straps. He wanted nothing more than to go see Tyne, but he also was not about to leave the straps just laying about, or Panagath's ledge messy. No, that was how one ended up hurt, or dead. He remembered the tale during Weyrling classes of people who left their straps lying around, then getting their feet tangled up in them and falling to their deaths. It could have been a story made up by the Weyrlingmasters, but it didn't matter. If someone thought of it, it could happen.

Soon, but not soon enough for him he entered his weyr. "Mm, something smells good," he said, then stopped. "What's that?" he asked, nodding at the package.

On Thu, Sep 10, 2020 at 6:16 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
IC Date Reference: Set approximately 4-5 days post hatching. Approximately IC date 8.28.9.2.

She had actually received the parcel from Harper Fenlyn several days before the explosion that had rocked the Caverns. Initially there had been all sorts of ideas as to how to present it to the Bluerider but they had gone on the backburner as the dragons keened. Desperate to escape the clawing tension in her mind, Tyne had spent several days throwing herself into the final work that the firelizard clinic needed before it could be opened to the Weyr's denizens. It had been a much needed distraction.

When the Hatching had finally come, they had sat there in the middle of the night, watching the dark shadows on the dimly lit Sands as disaster after disaster seemed to ensue. And all it did was fulfill the prophecy in her mind that the twin golds were nothing more than an omen of ill portent. As the screams of the blood-covered Candidate had rung around the Caverns as the Healers half carried her down the tunnels, it had been hard to stop her thoughts ricocheting to the parallels that she tried to conjure up in her own memory. Ironically, it was the girl who stuck in her thoughts far more than the poor boy who was ripped to pieces in front of their eyes.

It was clear that the Hatching had affected her and Tyne had been quiet and sombre in the immediate aftermath. But as the churning emotions settled, Tyne had turned her thoughts back towards the good things she had in her life. And after days of what seemed like endless sorrow, it felt as though now was the perfect time. 

She hadn't seen the finished piece herself but some preliminary sketches. The truth was, she couldn't wait to see it herself. She had every faith that what had been created would be something spectacular. So, Tyne had casually asked if R'zzon would like to have dinner at his weyr and if he would mind her letting herself in early whilst he was at wing drills so she could prepare it. Of course. part of that letting herself in early also involved carefully setting the large square package in the corner of his sitting area where the bluerider would spot it the moment he walked in. And as if there were nothing unusual going on, she had busied herself about with preparing their meal.

OoC: Hope you don't mind me setting this one up :)

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



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



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



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Re: Trying to be Subtle atten: Tamalack/Kalain

Laurie
 

"I...yes, I want to do this. But," he looked over at Chato, who seemed to look both pleased and unsure. 

~~Tam not leave 'Lain~~ Chato agreed. ~~'Lain not leave Tam.~~

"Dragons...weyrlings aren't supposed to have any type of relationship like this until after ten months. We may need to wait that long--I don't want to rist Chato. Or Sleek. But I do want to do this."

On Wed, Sep 16, 2020 at 11:30 AM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:
Kalain pulled back. "I don't want to risk Sleek or Chato. Sleek seems a bit better, but I'm sure that won't last." He let go and ran his hand through his hair. "We can wait...I can wait...If...if we still want to do this when they're older..."

The sentence trailed off and this time Sleek whined at Kalain's feelings.

~~Tam not leave 'Lain~~