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Outside New Isle Weyr, you find yourself in the midst of tropical foliage. Benshing Island is a large island, and very lush; there are numerous types of plant life, much of it edible, but some of it poisonous or otherwise dangerous to human life. Small tracts of land have been tamed into gardens, orchards, or tiny farmlands by individual riders; feel free to claim your own parcel and grow food on it! There are wild wherries out here, which make for good eating, but also can attack an unarmed, solitary human. Due to the thick foliage, dragons don't have many places to land, other than the shores and New Isle Weyr itself. There aren't any wild felines, luckily; they were killed off when Ginny, K'ith, S'sha, and T'yin established this place as their own and began carving a Weyr out of it.
New Isle Weyr

~~Dragonrider~~ -- Martan (Sarri), 07:58:55 03/21/05 Mon
Of all the places in Pern, this was Martan�s favourite place to be. Outside the Weyr on a summer�s evening, surrounded by the fruit trees and the flowers and the other plants. Someone had taken the time to make a bench out of planks of wood, and Martan had claimed it long ago as his seating-place when he was out here � though of course, he wouldn�t turn anyone away from it.

Sarri dozed on his lap in the warm sunlight, her golden hide warm and shining against the simple brown cloth of her human�s trousers. Every so often she would stir a little, and open one whirling eye, just to check that her Martan was alright. She considered it her duty to make sure he didn�t get upset by anything, and as such, the little queen performed her task faithfully. Martan was staring into space, as usual, his eyes fixed on nothing in particular � only the slow, steady rise and fall of his chest verifying that he was still alive.

Though only in his mid-forties, Martan often felt much older. Maybe it was the fact that he continually saw people around him with dragons, maybe it was his tendency to sit and think rather than get out and do things. But older he did feel, and almost every day he could be seen out here, not even thinking about anything. For some it was a sad sight � even a reminder of the time when he had lost his sanity � but for Martan it was a way of survival. He needed time to sit and calm himself, to just clear his head and not be anyone for a while. Some people drank alcohol, some people took fellis. Martan sat and meditated.

And whenever Sarri chirped to make him move, it was a loss. Somehow Martan knew that if he just stayed like that, and didn�t move, or think, or talk, then he could feel Solarith again. If you had asked him, he wouldn�t have known he knew that. But he did � and each time his fire-lizard brought him back to reality, he felt such a loss�because he knew, he knew, that if he had stayed like that for just one more second, he would have been able to brush minds with his dragon.

But he never did. And deep in his heart, he knew he never would.

Alone is alone, not alive...

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- >~< -- Marja; Liandro, 15:22:01 03/22/05 Tue
  - ~~Dragonrider~~ -- Martan (Sarri), 09:00:49 03/23/05 Wed
    - >~< -- Marja; Liandro, 12:46:46 03/26/05 Sat
      - ~~Dragonrider~~ -- Martan (Sarri), 12:00:24 03/27/05 Sun
        
        >~< -- Marja; Liandro, 16:52:24 03/31/05 Thu
        
        ~~R'lynS'nko~~ -- Ralyn*Rask and Senko, 19:40:16 03/31/05 Thu
        
        *blinku* Mind if I make an OOC note? -- LG, 21:31:23 03/31/05 Thu
        
        ~~Dragonrider~~ -- Martan, 00:02:10 04/01/05 Fri
        
        ~~R'lyn~~ ~~S'nko~~ -- Ralyn*Rask and Senko, 05:46:06 04/01/05 Fri
        
        >~< -- Marja; Liandro, 19:37:07 04/01/05 Fri
        
        ~~Dragonrider~~ -- Martan (Sarri), 11:17:38 04/03/05 Sun
        
        ~~R'lyn, S'nko~~ -- Ralyn*Rask and Senko, 04:51:31 04/06/05 Wed
        
        OOC -- LG (Marja & Liandro), 14:25:00 04/17/05 Sun
        
        Re: *blinku* Mind if I make an OOC note? -- maria, 17:25:51 09/25/06 Mon
walking around. -- J'ay and Fabroizith, 14:32:55 05/06/06 Sat
J'ay was walking around on the outskirts of the jungle along with his young dragon companion Fabroizith . I'm bored The small blue dragon said to his rider.
"I know I know.." the tall black haired man said to the young blue dragon that rushed to keep up with him.
J'ay sighed and smiled at the tiny blue flit that rested on his sholder, begianing to doze off.
"Dont worrt Fabroizith, we'll find something to do soon." J'ay said reasurringly to the blue dragon.
"yeh hopefully soon..."

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- Raise your hand if you don't think Momo can spell very well *raises hand* -- Aelphaba, 15:17:12 05/06/06 Sat
  - Re: *rainses hnad* jking -- J'ay Fabroizith, 17:32:34 05/06/06 Sat
    - You still can't spell -- Aelphaba, 11:57:16 05/10/06 Wed
... -- R'dan, 12:02:30 08/14/05 Sun
R'dan had never had an excellent sense of direction. Navigating through dense tropical forests was certainly not his area of expertise. But the Weyr was nearby, and he knew he needed to find it. At least he'd have no trouble when he got there - he had family there. Two cousins who he could not remember - T'gan and Akema. Even if he didn't know them, having relatives in the Weyr might make things easier, right?

At first, the teen had been trying very hard not to disturb the natural 'beauty' of the forest. This seemed easy when he first started to wade through the foliage, but as it got thicker, it became more and more difficult for even R'dan to move. He was frustrated. Normally, his light build and small height made it easy for him to manuever pretty much anywhere, but the jungle proved a challenge for even him to make his way through. He couldn't allow that.

So R'dan unsheathed the short sword that his father had given to him when he set out. He was only a novice, and his swordmanship was average at best, but he was improving steadily. He was now confidently hacking his way through the forest. It was easier like that. Imagining every branch and vine that he could not evade was some fearsome creature, he'd cut them away with his blade. It was easy enough...at first.

He was nearing the Weyr. He was sure of that. But he was also sure there was no way to cut that out of his way. In front of him he saw a gigantic, moss-covered log. It must have been one of the biggest trees in the jungle, and R'dan didn't want to think of how it had been knocked over. He could think of only one solution - climb over it. He'd always been agile, which was good for climbing. He'd be able to do it easily.

There was a thick, green vine sloped over the tree trunk, draping on to the ground. R'dan grabbed it and started using it as a rope to climb up. He was small, and he told himself it would hold his weight. Just a little further, and he'd be on the top, where he could just jump down. Unless he fell.

He wondered how he looked hanging there, if anyone could see him. Looking back, though, he had no intention of jumping down...

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- >~< -- K'vren & Notusith, Pell, Nero, Osko, Meki, 17:23:15 08/20/05 Sat
  - But planning can backfire. -- Riddan, 14:39:08 08/21/05 Sun
    - Backfire? What backfire? -- K'vren & Notusith, Pell, Nero, Osko, Meki, 16:52:50 08/23/05 Tue
      - Oh yeah. The vine. Crush my dreams, why don't ya? -- Riddan, 10:08:49 08/27/05 Sat
        
        If that thing breaks, it's not your dreams that'll be crushed. -- K'vren & Notusith, Pell, Nero, Osko, Meki, 18:54:05 08/27/05 Sat
        
        As if he's any better... -- Riddan, 13:39:20 09/01/05 Thu
        
        True, but he's trying not to think about that part. -- K'vren & Notusith, Pell, Nero, Osko, Meki, 06:21:11 09/14/05 Wed
*hums* Welcome to the jungle... -- Chiewae + Solo, 18:49:39 08/29/05 Mon
Solo is far to occupied with the new land around them to even remember Roventh Is there. Chiewae, however, is for once more alert than his runnerbeast, and notices instantly the moment the brown starts descending. What was he going to do? Would he try and land on the dock? Even though he was not particularly experienced in neither wooden docks nor dragons, he could tell just be looking that landing in such a small space would be difficult. Not to mention the fact that judging by the brown's size, the dock might not be strong enough to support his weight. He couldn't help but wince when the wood creaked, but let out a small sigh of relief when nothing broke. Phew. The last thing he wanted to see was a dragon falling into the water. Oh he knew Roventh could swim. He'd been in the water with him. But the idea of falling into water was still stuck as a Bad Thing in his mind, regardless of whether those who fell could swim or not. Dark brown eyes continue to watch the dragon when he lifts off, unable to stop an awed expression from crossing his face as he watches Roventh disappear between. He'd never seen a dragon do that before, only hearing stories of it from the Harpers. He'd heard it was dangerous, and that dragons could get lost in there if their riders didn't have a clear picture of where they were going. The thought was rather frightening. He had a feeling Roventh was rather experienced in this "going between, but that still didn't make him any less worried.

Brought back to reality when N'ris speaks to him, Chiewae turns to look in the direction the man was pointing. A jungle? Well, it wasn't the most welcoming of sights, but whatever. N'ris hopefully wouldn't get them lost. Turning to look for his runnerbeast, he finds Solo standing directly behind him, looking at him expectantly. And who was he to refuse a ride? Grabbing a handful of mane, he leaps nimbly up onto the runner's back, with the same ease that N'ris handles his fishing boat. Both come with experience. Chi and Solo have been together for quite some time, much like the brownrider and his boat. However, they were out of the man's element and into the boy's. True, he wasn't familiar with the land here, but it was terrain, and it was what he and his runnerbeast were made best for. Solid footing. No waves. No deep water. Just plain old land. Solo snorted when his rider landed, before setting off after the man, moving to walk beside him. There was no way he would follow this man. He would walk right beside him. Sitting easily to the four beat pace that Solo had set, Chiewae turns to look at N'ris. "So...what's it like going between?"

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- Where N'ris is concerned, the jungle doesn't say "Welcome." It says, "Go away, now." -- N'ris, Stern, Starboard, 18:21:20 09/08/05 Thu
Empty Spaces fill me up with holes<,/b> -- Valor(Elith), 09:33:53 07/31/05 Sun
Distand Faces with nowhere else to go

We should probably get to the Feast, Valor. Valor?
The green's rider sat cross-legged on the ground, staring at absolutely nothing. She'd been that way for a while.
Why did he leave me, Elith? Am I not good enough for him?
That isn't it, surely.
How can you know? You haven't talked to Rikkith in forever!
But I know his heart, or I thought I knew.
The blonde woman had tears in her eyes, though she would never let anyone else see it. Her heart was broken, and had been broken long ago.

Without you within me I can't find no rest

I'm not going to the Feast, Elith. If he's there..with another woman, I'll die.
Really?
Well, three months! Surely that's enough time for him to have found another unfortunate wench.
I still cannot believe he would do that.
I've lost all belief.
The green lowered her head, and gently nudged her distraught Impressed's shoulder. The small movement undid the woman. She collapsed onto herself, the long pent-up tears finally spilling down her cheeks.

Where I'm going is anybody's guess

((DS? Now would be a really good time for R'ko to find her...if you catch my drift...))

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- -- , 10:06:06 08/02/05 Tue
I hear... a voice say "Don't be so blind"... -- X'thrall:/:Golgith, 10:00:14 04/16/05 Sat
It's telling me all these things...

X'thrall didn't stop running until he was well out of the Weyr, so much so that he couldn't even see it through the trees. Tars threatened to overwhelm him.

G'rein didn't love him.

This simple fact was enough to drive 'Thrall crazy. How was he supposed to live now? He couldn't go back to that double-crosser! G'rein, the man that had implied that he loved X'thrall, but then was intimate with S'peer. How could he ever go back to they weyr they shared?

He fell to his knees, breathing heavily, hoping he could just curl up and die rather than face G'rein later.

('Thrall...) Golgith didn't know what to say. He'd tried contacting Grenith, but G'rein had moved on to helping Salzay, and S'peer's Scarth was busy trying to help S'peer consoule Maria...

So, there was no one to help X'thrall. And, by that, thee was no one to help Golgith, either, in the betrayl...

That you would probably hide...

((Your cue, DS.))

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- The world is small... -- Elaini:/:Rishanath, 10:04:45 04/16/05 Sat
  - Am I� your one and only desire� -- X'thrall(Golgith), 18:27:55 04/23/05 Sat
    - Two hearts burn with the same grief... -- Elaini(Rishanath), 18:29:05 04/23/05 Sat
      - Always, always� -- X'thrall~Golgith, 18:30:16 04/23/05 Sat
        
        And two souls die together, overcome with the sadness of loss� -- Elaini:/:Rishanath, 18:32:30 04/23/05 Sat
        
        I love you, I hate you, -- X'thrall, 18:34:21 04/23/05 Sat
        
        And strange decisions are made together� -- Elaini, 18:36:45 04/23/05 Sat
        
        I breathe you, I taste you... -- X'thrall, 18:40:13 04/23/05 Sat
        
        Definetly 'yay'. I'll post in the Rider's Weyrs? (NT) -- DS, 18:42:42 04/23/05 Sat
((Watchwher folks, up here. Sorry for the wait; school ate my life.)) -- Yima & Yimask; Oriana & Orisk; Mikhal & Misk, 15:29:08 04/17/05 Sun
((I'm basically replying to Manethenre and Telomm; Ghys can repost when Fat Friar has the pregnancy thing and the origins sorted out.))

Privately, Yima is rather pleased that the canine has taken off on its own. It would have been an inconvenience in the caves, and would have hindered Manethenre's training if she continued to rely on it - not to mention that Yimask was already eyeing it as possible prey, and sooner or later, the hatchlings would have started doing so as well. She doesn't say anything, though, and instead addresses Manethenre's question. "Mask... I'll remember that. While they're still young and eating the blood porridge, the hatchlings should eat twice a night. After three months, we'll switch to solid meat once a night, and before a Turn is out, Yimask and Orisk will be teaching them how to hunt. We can't take the Weyr's food forever, not when we don't have anything to give them in return just yet." She falls silent for a moment, listening to the soft murmuring grumble of Yimask beside her - the gold hasn't hunted as recently as she'd like. /Aaaach, 'ask, I know. I haven't eaten either. We won't keep the children up all night, and once this is done we'll go exploring this cave system and I'll take you out to hunt./ She also needs to borrow Manethenre's firelizards to send a message to the Headwoman; the wher-handlers will be needing food from the Weyr, and they'll need their blood porridge mixed up regularly for a while yet. But then Telomm speaks up, breaking the silence, and Yima pulls her full attention back to the lesson. "Master Yima," she corrects implacably, then continues on to his questions before the boy can start squeaking out apologies or something equally annoying. He's still the youngest, and that never leaves her mind. "They'll reach their full growth in about a Turn and a half, but they'll be ready for much of what we want to do with them within a Turn. Most of the training will finish well before then. If you never hear their name, it means the bond didn't form, and I'll find another handler for him - but give it two or three days before you worry too much," she adds. "As for leaving, I want to wait another sevenday or so before you're seperated from your whers for any length of time, but then I'll give you free time during the day to go up to the Weyr or wander in the jungle if you wish. You will be expected to stay up the full night afterwards, though, because that's when we'll be training." That seems to be the end of the questions, but the woman waits a few more minutes before clearing her throat noisily.

"If those are all your questions so far, I want to go on. I have things I need to do tonight, so I'll stop soon, but I'm going to give you some specific instructions on learning more about your individual watchwhers and strengthening your bonds to them. First, listen to the beasts. Watchwhers communicate more with their voices than with their minds, and while certain noises are universal, many are individual. Every single time your watchwher makes a sound, note it carefully, place it in context, and try to figure out what it means. Once you think you might know, make it back to them in the same situations, or else they might change it. They're very uncertain at this age, and if they think you're ignoring them when they say something, they'll stop saying it. If they have a sound that doesn't seem to mean anything at all, or if there's a specific sound that you'd like them to use for a certain meaning, make it to them in circumstances when you'd like them to use it, and they'll start imitating you. And as I've said, some vocalizations are universal - they all make grumbling noises when they're unhappy, as I'm sure you've noticed if you've listened to Yimask. She doesn't like being around strangers until she gets to know them, she doesn't like strange places, and she's hungry." As if to emphasize this, the gold lets a particularly noisy complaint rumble from deep in her chest. Yima laughs - a hoarse barking sound that nonetheless sounds affectionate - and reaches down to rap the top of her watchwher's head gently with a loose fist. "Aaaach, I'll feed you, 'Ask, just be patient," she encourages, before turning her attention back to her students. "And talk to them a lot, whenever they're awake, because they like you to be vocal right back. It comforts them. Also, you'll notice that they're all projecting to everyone whenever they feel something strongly, usually hunger at this age, and you can probably all feel each others' watchwhers almost equally well. Or maybe you can't, yet, because it may all be like background noise right now, but as the bonds strengthen you'll be able to pick up individuals. Focus on your own watchwher's feelings, only on theirs, and respond only to theirs with body language, voice, and actions. When they realize that you're listening to them, they'll try harder to communicate with you specifically. Think back at them, too, and try your best to project what you're feeling about them at the moment. Right now it should be mostly affection, which will strengthen the bond, though if they do something you don't like, don't be afraid to let them know or you'll never learn. In a sevenday or so we'll concentrate more on mental communication, but right now it's just critical to form and strengthen the bonds between you."

Coming to a full stop, Yima takes a deep, noisy breath. "Whew. It's been a long time since I talked that much at once," she mutters, idly running a hand down Yimask's corded neck. "If you have any questions, ask now," she adds more loudly. "And then I need to borrow your firelizards to send some messages, Manethenre. 'Ask and I will spend the rest of the night exploring these caves, since this setup isn't entirely convenient; your whers can sleep, but I want you to try staying awake as long as you can. We have to switch you to a night schedule quickly. Oriana, I want you and Orisk to stand guard while I'm gone."

Oriana swallows, her hand fluttering nervously over the blue's head and neck. "I- I don't know what I should do," she protests. "What do I do if someone comes? Er, Master Yima," she adds belatedly, hoping that politeness might help balance out her cowardice. She feels like her fear at confronting an intruder is wide open for all the world to view, even if her face can't be seen in the darkness. Yima is used to listening, after all, and the woman's voice is shaking when she speaks. Orisk makes a soft comforting sound - Mwurr, it's all right - and rubs his head against her leg.

Snorting softly, Yima shakes her head. I can excuse nervousness from Telomm, but not from a grown woman. The boy has an excuse! Aaaach, I'll see what I can do with her. "You may not know, but Orisk does, I'm sure," she says coolly. "'Ask can give him his orders, if you can't. If an intruder comes, he can call her, and he and Mikhal together should be able to hold off anything small enough to fit in here until I come. Right, Mikhal?" she adds.

"Um...." Mikhal is little for his age, and he knows it. But remembering what little he'd seen of the others, the shadowy outlines he'd seen when some light filtered through the felt in the cave above, he realizes with a bit of start that he is bigger than the other three - Manethenre, Telomm, and Clell. He's not that clumsy in the darkness, or that clumsy period, and Orisk can probably do more than he can in any case. Yima wouldn't go far from them either, would she? With those thoughts in mind, he feels rather confident about the whole thing, although his confidence surprises him a bit. "Yes, I think so," he says, his voice steady.

"Good." Yima nods curtly in approval, though no one can see it. "Oriana, can you give your watchwher his orders, or should I have Yimask do it?"

For a moment, Oriana considers just asking for Yimask to do it. Then she stiffens a little, nodding to herself in the darkness, and crouches down beside her blue, wrapping one arm around his neck and whispering in his ear while doing her best to project appropriate thoughts at him. He chirps an acknowledgement at her, finally, and she stands and turns her gaze in what she believes to be Yima's general direction. "I- I think he understands."

"Hmmm." Though the sound Yima makes is approving, she adds her own precautions. When we leave, I'll ask Yimask to tell that blue what to do. Doing it too soon would only confuse her wher, though, and she directs her attention to her students one more time. "All right, if that's sorted out, does anyone have questions? And Manethenre, if I write something, can those firelizards of yours take it to the Weyr and leave it in the Lower Caverns?"

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- I know how it feels -- Ghys, 14:45:00 04/18/05 Mon
Back off, we�ll take you on�<^> I don't feel the way I've ever felt� -- Amyr:/:Amyrel, 18:04:43 04/15/05 Fri
Headstrong to take on anyone�

Amyr was walking through the forests Outside the Weyr with her brother, blissfully unaware that he looked so meloncholy. Her walk was one of confidence, with her head held high as she looked aorund. Her fiery red locks, only to her ears and cut exactly as her brother�s was,glinted in the sunlight that came through the trees, her green eyes shining. Today, she was in a pretty good mood. She was in a new home, had a chance to make new friends� and there was a forest! The tall, gangly girl fingered the bow slung over her shoulder and smiled. She loved forests. And by loving forests, it meant she loved wherrie-hunting.

I know�

Amyrel was a very different case from his sister, though they looked almost exactly alike. Now, the boy had his shoulders sagging, and was looking down at the ground, seeming smaller than he really was. His eyes were downcast, never looking up, as if he were souless and following behind his sister was all he could do. However, if anyone did chance a glance at those serene emerald eyes, they would see a world beyond, and understanding seeming impossible from one so young. At the moment, he was humming softly, trying to relieve himself of his silence-phobia. His mind was not present; he was thinking of life in Seiliez, the Weyr-Hold he�d made up in his mind. Right now, Shalin and R�lkent, the Weyrleaders of Seiliez Weyr were upset, because when senior queen Labyrinth flew, three of her eggs were �sport� dragons, and all had Impressed. They were debating about what to do with them, especially since one was their only son, R�lin of white Moth.

I know that you are wrong�

Amyr looked behind her at her brother, and rolled her eyes. Her brother�s, well, �out of touch with the world� lifestyle had most people believe the boy retarded, though he was anything but.When Amyr could get him to talk, he was very deep and attentive, with intelligent answers and fathomable questions. However, this wasn�t all she was thinking of now as she stopped. She�d heard the call of a wherrie, and she was listening for it. Eyes widening, she saw the feathery form of the dangerous bird, and strung her bow.

I�m gonna smile and not get worried�

The boy momentarily broke out of the conference of the Weyrleaders to look up at his now motionless twin. Realizing he should be quiet, the boy watched her, his eyes glazing over slightly as he tried to pay quiet attention to make sure she didn�t need his help and watch as the Weyrleaders decided what to do. R�lin had also attended the meeting, and his Moth was small enough that he could bring her in with him, making her about gold wher-sized. However, he also watche dnervously as the bird out in Amyr�s world ruffled its feathers, and the girl took careful aim.

Headstrong, we�re headstrong�

Amyr took careful aim as the brid started to move, and she was careful to stay in one place, not making a single noise, Once her calculations had been triple-checked and she was sure she�d hit the bird with the right amount of force, she pulled the arrow back just and inch farther than it had been, and let it go. The whistle of an arrow was all she listened to.

I try but it shows�

Amyrel gave a small gulp as he saw he let go, and closed his eyes. He hated seeing the poor animals die, even if he was afraid of most creatures that weren�t reptillian or human. For a moment, he forgot all about R�lin and Moth, trying his best to block out the cruel act that was going on as his sister chose to try and end the life of the bird. He just couldn�t stand death�

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- [Taryn!](Oh great�){STOP!} -- [Lyzel](Talyn){Taryn}, 18:06:18 04/15/05 Fri
  - Back off, we�ll take you on�<^>Anyone can make what I have built� -- Amyr:/:Amyrel, 18:11:31 04/15/05 Fri
    - [Sorry, ma�am](Um� yeah�){Amyrel? You seem nice�} -- [Lyzel](Talyn){Taryn}, 18:15:54 04/15/05 Fri
Trust me� -- Ash, Deceith, 09:49:08 03/05/05 Sat
There�s no need to fear�

Now, here outside the Weyr, was a very different sight. While normally Ash walked confidently, with a swing to her hips and a smile upon her face, tossing her hair vainly and beautifully, all this dignity was abandoned. Now, Ash was doing something she hadn�t done in over thirteen turns. She cried.

Not only was Ash crying, she was weeping. A few tears she could�ve managed, but this was definetly not the case. This time, tears were pouring down like rivers. She�d run from K�mir�s weyr when she realized he didn�t care she was crying, though she didn�t know why she wanted him to. Now, her entire body shook as she tried to walk, and finally collapsed in the dirt, on her knees, hands on the ground to support her weight.

A brown dragon followed her, but had no idea what to do. Ash had never behaved like this, and it was weird. He just sat down, eyes whirling, wishing he knew what to do.

Everyone�s here�

Tears leaked from her face and went into the dirt and grass, making a little muddy patch. Tears had already stained through most of her shirt and the shoulder-knots to designated her as the only female brownrider. Now, her skirt were covered in dirt and grass-stains from collapsing on the ground, and she stayed there. Why she was upset she didn�t know, and didn�t care. She just needed to regain her composure before simply going back and explaining to K�mir that she had to go get something. Part of Ash, however, was still her cruel-minded self, and had a thought.

~~Maybe if someone meets me like this, I can trick them into being an ally.~~

K�mir had a lot of enemies� mabye, just maybe, she could convince someone that he was the reason she was crying, and that she felt bound to him? Her mind came up with all sorts of different ideas, but only half-way. Her crying wouldn�t stop, and she just couldn�t find the will to calm down.

Waiting for you to finally be one of us�

((Heh. Hey, Pup, maybe Maria should meet her, and Ash could pull the story she mentioned? Or you could have Cometer come? Heh. Just a suggestion. But, seriously, SOMEBODY PLEASE REPLY!))

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- Free at last!!!! -- Cometer, 16:24:51 03/05/05 Sat
  - Come down... -- Ash(Deceith), 17:34:50 03/06/05 Sun
    - I'm here!(sorry it took so long to reply. Life got in the way!) -- Cometer, 15:50:44 04/06/05 Wed
      - Wake up, are you alive? (It's ok!) -- Ash, Deceith, 17:42:34 04/06/05 Wed
[Watchwher people] -- Yima & Yimask; Mikhal, 00:38:59 02/19/05 Sat
Stalking back to her watchwher, Yima slides back under Yimask's neck and sinks to the ground, the gold's heavy jaw once again thumping into her lap. Resting one hand on Yimask's neck and the other on her forehead, between her closed eyes, Yima rubs the thick hide idly with her thumbs, inscribing small circles on the cream-colored surface. Her eyes flicker over the children for a moment, pausing to alight on each one in quiet assessment. Manethenre is obviously waiting eagerly for the eggs to start hatching, though Yima isn't as wildly optimistic about that as the girl's little flittery pets seem to be. I'd give them an hour on the inside. I can't judge as well as I'd be able to if they were 'ask's eggs, so I might be wrong, though. It's not, as some people might assume the fact that she doesn't know when the eggs were laid. She can make that estimate to within a couple of days. No, it's because the condition and health of the mother, and the mother's heat near the eggs during incubation, affect hatching speed - a healthy, prime queen in top shape might produce hatchlings that would be cracking out of shells within minutes of the first small movements, but she doesn't know anything about the queen that had laid these, or even how long they'd gone without a mother's body heat after her death and before Yimask found them. Good grief, are those beasts going to hum the whole time until they hatch? Yima is a little exasperated by the firelizards, but she won't say anything unless the noise becomes intolerable or starts bothering Yimask. She'd had a whole fair, once, a long time ago, and the intincts hatching triggers in them seem to be the hardest to train out. Dismissing Manethenre for the moment, she lets her gaze travel to the shadowy shapes of Mikhal and Telomm - the oldest and youngest of her future handlers, respectively. Telomm seems a bit gun-shy for her taste, and nervous overall, but with luck she and his wher can knock some spine into him. He's the youngest prospective handler she's seen, but not the only one with the shyness. Hn. He did think quick on his feet, there. Well, boys like that seem to start growing backbone when their whers are at stake... and if he doesn't, there are other ways to instill it. She blinks at Mikhal for a moment, determined not to over-judge him just because he's a bit closer to the age she likes for this. He can be in his twenties, and if he doesn't have the right attitude for this, he'll still be useless, she reminds himself. In fact, at this point most of her thoughts on him have revolved around the physical aspect - scrawny and undergrown he might be, but he's still the biggest, and handling young whers requires a great deal of strength. Resigned as Yima is to providing most of that muscle to the children until they develop it themselves, Mikhal will be useful as a helper in that respect. He hasn't been stupid so far, but he hasn't been exceptional either. Well, average is good enough, in this day and age. I'll have to watch him for a bit. Well, all of them.... And with that thought, Yima's eyes flicker to Clell. He's probably the lowest on her mental totem pole right now; the mistake at the door, which she'd warned against in her note, had not impressed her. Black marks don't get erased from her book, but they can be balanced out by gold stars. She'll have to wait and see if he's capable of earning those, or if he'll have to be improved the hard way. There's certain benefits to the hard way, but it's so often extra work for her as well as the children, and they always resent it. Feeling drowsiness beginning to creep back up on her, but wanting to stay alert for when the eggs start hatching, Yima tilts her head back against the stone wall of the cave and closes her eyes. A light doze is all she'll allow herself, as Yimask shifts slightly in her sleep and cuts off the circulation in the woman's legs.

Mikhal smiles reflexively at Telomm, even though the younger boy can't see him. Smiling is something of a habit to him - it's much easier to get along with people when you're friendly, good-natured, and amiable. Not that these traits come hard to the young man, but emphasizing them usually keeps him bruise-free, so he tries to be good-natured even when he's not really in the mood to be. Telomm's question, though, makes him wince in embarassment. "I followed them - Yimask and Yima, I mean," he explains, suddenly glad of the dark because it hides his hot face. "I didn't think they realized I was there, but I guess they did, and Yima got annoyed and dragged me in. Manethenre was already here," he adds, just to make sure Telomm doesn't think he's trying to claim he got here first. "Yima said Manethenre found them, and asked if I wanted to try and handle one." Mikhal's still privately estatic at that, and some of that feeling leaks into his voice. "She said they don't fly - or not very high, anyway." There's immense relief at that statement. Heights absolutely terrify Mikhal, and always will. Just standing on some of the higher human-accessible points of the Weyr and looking down - say, from the steep ridge on the edge of the Bowl that's more of a cliff on one side - makes him light-headed and nauseous. "I think I'd be a better wherhandler than a dragonrider." He pauses, then forges on. "I was sort of asleep when you got here, but I heard some of it. I liked your reason for wanting to be a wherhandler." There's a note of admiration in his voice. "It was better than mine - I mean, I just don't want to have to fly up high, and I don't want to work in the kitchen the rest of my life."

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- Found^My^Niche -- Manethenre, 18:43:07 02/19/05 Sat
  - >Now!< -- Yima & Yimask; S'kar & Raskith; R'ven, 21:33:50 02/19/05 Sat
    - >~< -- Mikhal & ???, 22:05:30 02/19/05 Sat
      - >_< -- Clell, 08:20:41 02/21/05 Mon
        
        Not Impression! NOT Impression! -- Telomm - [Brown], 13:33:24 02/22/05 Tue
        
        ~^~ -- H'rrison~Fordth, 15:09:30 02/24/05 Thu
        
        ( . . . ) -- Kain OOC (AKA Telomm), 15:45:34 02/24/05 Thu
        
        OOC: D'oh! -- El, 16:07:09 02/24/05 Thu
        
        ( XD ) -- Kain, 16:10:06 02/24/05 Thu
        
        >~< -- Yima & Yimask, 17:07:27 02/24/05 Thu
        
        ~^~ -- H'rrison, 22:43:41 02/24/05 Thu
        
        >~< -- Yima & Yimask; Mikhal & ???, 19:54:06 02/27/05 Sun
        
        ((OOC: Oh, and...)) -- LG, 22:29:30 02/27/05 Sun
        
        ( :rubs head: I'm.. late.. whoops.. ) -- Telomm - [Brown], 19:24:19 03/19/05 Sat
        
        Head meets desk -- Manthenre, 16:55:49 03/24/05 Thu
- ((Let's continue over here, since we're heading off the screen on the current thread. I don't want to wait any longer for Clell.)) -- Yima & Yimask; Oriana & Orisk; Mikhal & Misk, 16:26:26 03/26/05 Sat
  - ((I agree)) -- Manethenre, 17:46:31 03/26/05 Sat
    - Follow -- Telomm ~ [Brown], 18:34:26 03/26/05 Sat
      - Blind to the sun -- Ghys/Ghysk, 17:00:25 03/30/05 Wed
        
        OOC -- Pup, 15:33:29 03/31/05 Thu
        
        *clears throat* A few things to comment on myself, actually.... -- LG (Yima OOC), 16:26:23 03/31/05 Thu
Finally alone? -- R'ko, Rikkith, 14:09:01 01/06/05 Thu
R'ko was still running. Funny thing, really. Today was the day he'd met his son, his little baby boy, and now he was running through the deepest parts of the thick foliage outside the Weyr...

One might wonder how this came to be. Well, it was all because of his stupid past...

~I wish you would tell me what's up, or at least warn me before you bolt like that.~

R'ko tripped and fell face first into the ground as the large brown form of his lifemate came into view. The dragon looked at him, concerned, scared. There was something his rider wasn't telling him, and it was eating the young man up inside...

R'ko did not even try to offer the brown an answer. As he'd said before at the beach, there are things even a man's dragon doesn't know...

...and he would most likely keep it that way. Hopefully he was far enough in the outlands to avoid contact...

((Despite what it says, I'd LOVE someone to reply! ^_^))

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- Think of me -- Z'll and Anth, 16:42:22 01/06/05 Thu
  - Who Knew? -- R'ko, Rikkith, 05:48:34 01/07/05 Fri
    - Silent and Resigned -- Z'll, 10:35:57 01/08/05 Sat
      - Gone But Not Forgotten -- R'ko and Rikkith, 16:28:01 01/14/05 Fri
        
        Trying too hard -- Z'll, 07:03:22 01/16/05 Sun
        
        (NT) -- fxr, 16:49:46 01/16/05 Sun
        (NT) -- ., 18:03:34 01/17/05 Mon
        Faith... -- R'ko, 14:22:54 01/27/05 Thu
        
        Maybe -- Z'll, 20:25:27 02/04/05 Fri
        
        Leaving... -- R'ko, 16:16:00 02/05/05 Sat

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