Sh'ain had also been at the Fayre, ostensibly keeping an eye on the Candidates in attendance but also taking the opportunity to do some shopping. And he was perusing boots for a certain goldrider when

Sh'ain laughed at his reaction. "Sure, now. Back then she was just another Candidate. Although she was considered one of the favorites for Impressing a gold. Then again, most people wouldn't have expe

Sh'ain nodded. "Yeah, had him for several Turns before coming to the Weyr. Carried me across two continents before I met Rhyth. Also carried Cathern to a win in the Arolos Cup," he added proudly, assu

After he left, Larissa leaned back in her chair, frowning slightly in thought. They weren't bringing in new people much, but there was always some trickle, even now, and if he truly was related to a r

"There are always odd jobs to be had for a good man willing to work," Larissa replied. "Go wrap yourself around some food, and I'll have somebody track down Kel to meet you there."

"Well, I'm the one paying for his oats, but at this point I suspect he considers himself to be Shalia's," Sh'ain chuckled. "She's been caring for him for Turns now, while I've barely visited. Really s

Sh'ain suppressed a smile at Garatt's actions. As far as he was concerned, the Candidate (or former Candidate? He wasn't quite sure.) could have been covered head to toe in runner muck and it wouldn't

Sh'ain came up to his runner's stall and spotted a familiar figure hanging over the door. "Be grateful that's not Dancer's sire," he called out lightly. "Artaq would've already had your finger for lun

"Bad luck, that," Larissa agreed with a nod. "Well, I'm sure we'll be able to find something for you to do, especially if you have somebody here to vouch for you." Of course, she'd be letting the guar

"Ah, still a youngster, then?" Larissa asked, making a note. "Should still be in with the Weyrling Wing, then. Why don't you tell me a little bit about yourself, Crelin?"

"Well, that will certainly help," Larissa smiled, pulling out a notebook and making a note. "What's his name, and do you happen to know what wing he's in?" As many people as there were at the Weyr, so

Sh'ain wasn't even entirely sure why he still had a runner, considering how little he'd ridden it in the past Turns. Of course, paying its upkeep wasn't particularly a hardship, and his children (prim

Larissa eyed the man in front of her, suppressing a slight frown. Thin to the point of malnourishment, looked to be well into his seventh or possibly even eighth decade. Definitely not the sort that s

After a quick trip to the privy, Kassia headed back to grab a glass of juice and then looked around. Wygelle was busy with the Fort Weyrwoman, but Cathern was free. With Brogan at her side, Kass heade

#conclave2020

The fluttering in Shalia's stomach had little to do with her recent illness (she hoped, at least), and everything to do with her present circumstances. She was actually Standing! For only the second t

#HatchingForeth2020

After being sick on M'ayen, Shalia felt immensely better. It helped that she was given the rest of the afternoon off - nobody wanted a repeat performance! - but even without that, she felt better. So

#HatchingForeth2020

Life was strange, Shalia thought as she hugged Foreth. Here she was giving comfort to the Untouchable Sun when her lifemate was unavailable, for the second time in a matter of months. By all rights it

Shalia continued to hug Foreth, keeping her face pressed against the golden hide, as much to avoid another look at the mangled remains as to comfort the dragon. "I'm glad you're not hurt any worse tha

Shalia's arms wrapped around the gold as best they could. "I'm so sorry" she repeated. She had no idea what else to say. "Are you okay? Physically, I mean? Were you hurt?"

Shalia had regained her composure and, even though she was determined to stick around, was feeling rather useless. Neither Weyrleader had asked for anything or, truth to tell, even seemed to have noti