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Post by Lothyna on Jan 24, 2012 5:22:47 GMT -5
By the way..... It's still really driving me crazy.
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Post by Lothyna on Jul 27, 2011 21:50:20 GMT -5
I really, really, REALLY miss this site and having a good time. When are we coming back? It's driving me crazy!
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Post by Lothyna on Apr 24, 2011 18:40:56 GMT -5
T.T
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Hiatus
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Post by Lothyna on Mar 13, 2011 14:48:22 GMT -5
<3 We miss you, but I know I understand. I hope things get better, and that the family member can pull through. Good luck in school!
I know I at least plan to stick around regardless. <3
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Post by Lothyna on Feb 28, 2011 20:33:23 GMT -5
-12 marks for medium/large egg given to S'lain
= 8 5/8 Marks.
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Post by Lothyna on Feb 7, 2011 19:39:14 GMT -5
Oh, Fine, here: And because I'm a pokemon fanatic: I am waiting on it to start working. xD
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Post by Lothyna on Feb 7, 2011 6:16:00 GMT -5
*hugs* i'm sorry hon. I'm here if you want to vent at someone. take some time and hope for the best. <3
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Post by Lothyna on Feb 6, 2011 15:24:21 GMT -5
HAHAHA. I have an account there. <3 And um, Yeah, me and collectibles? >.> I'm worse.
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Post by Lothyna on Feb 2, 2011 22:11:46 GMT -5
>.> I.. have a sudden, outrageous desire....
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Post by Lothyna on Jan 31, 2011 18:45:45 GMT -5
I did agree to try it at some point, luff. And omg i love the two newer ones! Ssakki is hilariously cute!
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Post by Lothyna on Jan 30, 2011 22:46:36 GMT -5
Who: Syana and Ver, Open What: Trader Discussions, gathering/hunting Where: outskirts of the jungle When: 1 week after hatching, mid day
Despite the hustle and bustle of the Weyr life, Vladisyana and Haverisen had managed to continue spending time in the mornings or evenings training. However, that hadn’t allowed them much time to work out the details of their plans, now that the hatching was over, or really see each other for simple conversation. The lack of time was finally easing, though, and they’d taken one of the days when their chores were ended early-especially given the tragic loss of candidate and weyrling masters both, to head out for a ride into the nearby woods, hunting for various plants to sell or send to their Trader kin.
The cool summer breezes were a wonderful offset to the heat of the late afternoon, as the siblings set out into the outskirts of the jungle on a sturdy pair of borrowed runners. Settled easily into the saddle, they were both content to ride in silence for a time, moving gently with the animals. The passage was soothing, and each was lost in their thoughts for a time. A small hamper strapped carefully to the back of Haverisen’s mount held lunch, and both wore several blades for safety-both from the wild and any potential attack. The pair of pups Syana owned were trotting alongside, sniffing happily through the foliage. After a while, Syana shifted, and glanced over at her brother.
“Ver, you left a notice right? I overheard some other candidates who were left standing and Weyrfolk mention heading out this way…” At his nod, she relaxed, content now that they might or might not see others. Frowning faintly down at the flaxen mane of her mount, the young woman sighed, fingers rising to brush over the half-pendant she wore. Inside, she was conflicted, still, over the hatching and what had happened. While grateful neither she nor her brother were injured permanently, she was also somewhat saddened that neither of them were found suitable by the hatchlings.
“Then again, we do have other options…” She mused, eyes darkening, before an amused snort from her elder brother made her glance over, noting the gentle smile on his lips. “Be calm, Syana. Of course we have options. There is a large hold nearby, our kin would welcome our return, or we can live at the Weyr-as candidates or weyrfolk if we so chose. We both have skills to support ourselves. You could, if you really wanted, even return home, or find a marriage that suits you-note I say you, not our parents ideals, loving as they are.” At her snort, he grinned, and kicked his own mount gently into a trot. “Come on. Let’s turn our mind to work first, so we can have fun later!” At the amused laugh, Haverisen settled down, both spending a couple candlemarks gathering various foliage and some fruit to return home with, before they found a small clearing. Tethering the horses, Syana unpacked their lunch, before feeding her two dogs. As she and Ver settled down to eat, the young trader frowned, thoughtfully. “So, we have to figure this out. Cerulean could really use some more connections to the Traders for supplies-or it’s own hold if it keeps growing? Then again, it does protect Silver Cove Hold…”
“True, but remember, there is no reason not to expand within reason, and the growth would bring a good opportunity, if it’s plausible…”
“For the riders and the weyrfolk, not just the holders…” Syana added, nibbling on a sweet cake in thought. “We also can talk our kin into expanding their routes here-do you think K’roi and the other Wing Leaders would welcome aid in negotiations?” She asked, curious.
Peeling a fruit, Haverisen frowned down, before answering slowly and carefully. “I’m not sure. I do think we might want to bring it up-and with a gather soon, we’ll have a good chance to see what’s really needed or would be desired… Though it does seem like this Weyr has more than it’s fair share of problems. It makes me worry. I think putting ourselves forward is a good idea-and stop fretting over me, Syana. Even if I age out, I think I might stay, or ask about impressing a Wher-the life of a guard wouldn’t bother me at all.” He added, knowing that it had been bothering his sister. “More, there will be another clutch before we do, so be calm, alright?” At her nod, he grinned, and unfurled a packet of trade missives, along with a recent letter from their kin. “So, let’s get down to business.”
With a laugh, Syana nodded, and scooted over, thumbing through the lists. “They really are bringing that much? Then again, a gather after the strife will be full of people wanting stress relief and to celebrate even more…” She mused. “We could open a booth for our kin, given that we’re here now, and work as intermediaries…” Looking at each other with a laugh, they both chorused: “For a fee, of course!”
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Post by Lothyna on Jan 30, 2011 22:00:14 GMT -5
Who: Sa'niel, Geveneth, Shen, whomever? What: Sorting fish! When: Midday
White surf curled lazily over a green mound, swirling in pale green-blue eddies as it crashed and retreated to the sea, the high tide raising the water levels to a lovely, inviting level. The water was a siren call, cool and soothing in just its’ appearance, the tangy scent and taste of brine lingering on the breeze, cries of ship workers and dolphins echoing with the dull roar of the water. It was a peaceful, soothing moment in time, and almost too picturesque. The green mound certainly thought so, worn out as it was, splayed over a mostly dry patch of sand enjoying the mix between cool-warm shallow water, and hot, heavy sun that soaked and soothed just as wonderfully as the water itself did. Yawning, the mound turned, wings spreading and settling flat on the damp sand to bare as much skin as possible, tail-tip flicking contentedly. A small, soft sound, partly a whistle, soon drifted up from the lump, and it’s sides moved gently.
Chuckling at the sight of a young hatchling sprawled at the edge of the water, -more, that she was his beloved, something still amazingly new and almost too impossible to believe, Sa’niel looked out over the water, pausing in his work. The crates around him were filled with fish of various types, and nets full of those he had yet to reach, along with a pile of offal that was far smaller than one would suspect, given that the young Smith had been at work on his chores for several hours already. Of course, this could entirely be due to the sleeping, tummy-bulged green firelizard sprawled on the sand above the water mark, surrounded by a few of the local firelizards who knew just where to go for a free, tasty meal. That, or the dolphins themselves, who often cadged bits from him as they played. Turning his gaze back to the fish at his feet, Sa’niel crouched back down from his stretch, making sure his hair was still bound tightly away from aught that would cause problems later.
Thankfully, the slight breeze from the ocean was enough to drive away the stink, leaving a clean small of fresh fish, dragon, and sweat mingled into the brine as he settled down with a new net, unfolding it carefully given that he was on a platform near the water-and those crates were actually floating in it. It wouldn’t do for him to lose what they needed to survive-or the hard work of others. Type and size passed between his hands in a blur as they had for most of the day, though his morning had also been filled with watching the hatchling green play herself out in the water-hence her sleeping there now. Glancing back up at Geveneth, a fond, gentle smile on his lips, the young smith flushed, mind turning in directions he would rather it not for a time-though a glance about showed he was, mostly, alone for the moment. Shaking a wisp of hair back, he stretched out, fiddling with another net full of heavier, deep sea fish, before sighing.
Working slowly and letting his mind drift, the young Smith thought back over everything that had happened recently, from the moment his one close friend had come for a visit-and merrily dragged him off to the Weyr with her blue. He shook his head, laughing somewhat, as he remember the turmoil of those weeks before the hatching, facing ghosts of the past, and the struggles of the Weyr against those maddened from some unknown force out of Silver Cove. The thought brought a chill, and he shivered, before shaking it away. The other thoughts, though, those were light, hopeful-and due entirely to the hatching. Despite the mutations-he’d seen a few minor ones before, once in a rare time, there had been a healthy amount of dragons, and all of them amazing. He still couldn’t get the sight of one, the second egg, so dark a brown, out of his mind. More, he couldn’t get rid of the image he had of that browns rider-to-be gone either, from the hatching and the fight before. Geveneth was always first in his thoughts, now-but that rider and brown weren’t too far behind.
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Post by Lothyna on Jan 30, 2011 21:20:12 GMT -5
+ 2 4/8 marks Tasseography Clutch Egg Guesses
= 20 5/8 marks total
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Selene
Jan 30, 2011 21:18:41 GMT -5
Post by Lothyna on Jan 30, 2011 21:18:41 GMT -5
+2 1/2 marks Tasseography clutch egg guesses
=7 marks total
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Post by Lothyna on Jan 30, 2011 20:52:01 GMT -5
Who: M'vren and chore buddies What: Crushing ink, sorting scrolls, sleep? When: Early morning Warnings: language.
With the sun risen enough to warm the sand, M’vren was once again able to leave his beloved Seriath drowsing away her meal, wings splayed to soak up warmth. She was quite content there, knowing that he had chores to attend to, along with his own meal-and was too sleepy to stay up and admonish him. Shifting her head a bit, though, Seriath watched, fuzzily, as herMiko headed towards the library, and snorted. She agreed with him that it was a waste-especially since he was a healer, but, she didn’t make the chores roster. If she did, of course, things would run perfectly smooth! Still, that was neither here nor there, what with the delicious heat thrusting itself over her hide, filling her with a gentle, soothing warmth that begged to be luxuriated in.
Shaking his head once out of sight at the amusing trail of thoughts from Seriath, M’vren snorted, and headed past the kitchens briefly. Cajoling a meat roll and cup of klah from a worker, he rubbed the grains of sand from his eyes, still exhausted and trying to hide it. At least today he’d had time to dress-the past two weeks had given him enough experience to learn just how much (little) time he really had-and act accordingly. While still unused to the constant presence in his head and heart, the young man was more than grateful for Seriath’s wit and humor that kept him going at the end of the day, when the exhaustion made him sluggish and rather more grumpy than normal.
Unfortunately, today was a repeat of chores, and was a rather annoying set: time he could spend working in his infirmary, doing what he’d devoted his life to, was now wasted on clerical duties in the piles of scrolls and hides. Lips curled up in distaste at the thought, M’vren hurriedly finished the brief breakfast he’d snatched, idly noting that he ought to be eating more, given the weight he’d dropped in just two week’s time. He missed, somewhat, the ease of free hours-the time to taunt and tease S’lain and Tess, the brief flashes of contact and a potential mate that were shoved aside now, thanks to his new status. Though not resentful of Seriath, he was, internally, disquieted-for several reasons beyond just those. Thankfully, the little dragon had yet to pick up on any of it, and he worked hard to keep it that way.
Sighing as he entered the dim library, and wondering how, by the first egg, he was to stay awake this time, M’vren glared at the librarian. She, after a week of his temper, was no fonder of he than the other way around, and merely pointed at a table in the back, stacked with ink to be mixed and records to be sorted. Cursing at her under his breath, and waving off her gasp of offense, the healer slid back to the table, almost falling into the chair, since no one was around to see. Pulling the basket over, he groaned at the amount of tablets inside waiting to be crushed, and gave into his emotions, thunking his head down solidly on the table as he cursed under his breath, plotting revenge on several people whom he blamed currently for this state of affairs.
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