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2013-12-16T16:13:28Z

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E'sren

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Logs talk:Hidden Hurts

2013-07-04T02:20:37Z

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[[Azaylia/Comments|Azaylia]] ([[User:Dragonshy|Dragonshy]] ([[User talk:Dragonshy|talk]])) left a comment on Thu, 04 Jul 2013 01:02:50 GMT.

<comment date="2013-07-04T01:02:50Z" name="Azaylia" signature="[[User:Dragonshy|Dragonshy]] ([[User talk:Dragonshy|talk]])">
Aw! Poor K'del. <3 It's really nice to see that despite the hurt, he ''is'' keeping his head up high. He's scrappy like that, sometimes getting stronger when things put him down.
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[[Aishani/Comments|Aishani]] ([[User:Brieli|Brieli]] ([[User talk:Brieli|talk]])) left a comment on Thu, 04 Jul 2013 01:09:47 GMT.

<comment date="2013-07-04T01:09:47Z" name="Aishani" signature="[[User:Brieli|Brieli]] ([[User talk:Brieli|talk]])">
So weird to have things in common~
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[[Eliv/Comments|Eliv]] ([[User:Eliv|Eliv]] ([[User talk:Eliv|talk]])) left a comment on Thu, 04 Jul 2013 02:19:08 GMT.

<comment date="2013-07-04T02:19:08Z" name="Eliv" signature="[[User:Eliv|Eliv]] ([[User talk:Eliv|talk]])">
So interesting to see K'del reacting to this. Instead of decidedly deciding, and being outwardly quite vocal about, just refusing to do any work at all anymore because who cares about the Weyr just because he didn't get his way, he's actually just... doing his job.
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[[Eliv/Comments|Eliv]] ([[User:Eliv|Eliv]] ([[User talk:Eliv|talk]])) left a comment on Thu, 04 Jul 2013 02:20:37 GMT.

<comment date="2013-07-04T02:20:37Z" name="Eliv" signature="[[User:Eliv|Eliv]] ([[User talk:Eliv|talk]])">
Also I <3 K'del and this vig. <3
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Logs talk:Hidden Hurts

2013-07-04T02:19:08Z

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Logs:Family Meeting

2013-07-01T04:18:11Z

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| who = Various traders and heads of families, including Siobhan and Harys, E'sren's mother and aunt.
| where = The cellar of a cothold.
| what = With all that's been happening, those residents of Pern that don't necessarily belong to Hold or Weyr discuss what might happen if they need to choose a side.
| when = Day 14, month 2, turn 32
| gamedate = 2013.06.30
| quote =
| weather =
| categories = Vignette
| mentions =
| ooc = This is just to add a little color and flesh out another part of society as best I could. I have this idea of traders being kind of their own faction, so it might be interesting if they weighed in. This isn't a decision for the entire trader society, only the Renai part, so the others might still have a choice to make.
| icons =
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There is a room where they all meet, the heads of the families, when necessity dictates. It's a cellar room beneath a small cothold owned by a cousin. The room is cool and earthen, with wooden planking underneath and a large table set up in the middle with lots of chairs around it. In those chairs, and standing around them, are armed, seasoned men having a very serious discussion. They aren't ''all'' here, this winter night, just some of the smaller families, but the room is small and thick with bodies.

"You heard what's happening, they're going to start wondering."

"So let 'em. A little guessing game, keep 'em on their toes."

"Not so good if they start deciding that who we back matters so far as keeping us safe and giving us haven. Those filthy poachers out there are getting bolder."

"What care do we have for the Weyr, or the Holds. Thread doesn't fall, we live off our own."

"Food has to come from somewhere, Shain. You want to be a farmer now?"

Some of the men laugh at this, as if to be a farmer is some big joke to them.

In the midst of that laughter, one strange voice says, "Gentleman." The voice is strange because it belongs to a woman, a woman with red hair she wears free to hang straight and do what it wants. Siobhan is ever the only woman to attend these meetings as head of her family, as she's always been since her father passed. The only woman that is other than her escort, her sister Harys, the quiet one with the dark hair and the ready hands.

As she descends the stairs she continues, "Are we now the scornful people? People of scorn?" Her voice is calm but her dark eyes move sharply from one face to the other. One of the men pulls a chair free from the table for her but she dismisses it with a gesture.

"Siobhan," the man at the head of the table greets her. "We're discussing the current state of the Weyr, specifically the sorta delicate situation they've gotten themselves into with the Holds, what that might mean for us."

She lifts an eyebrow. "And I imagine it's come up how my son just so happens to be of the Weyr now."

A tense silence settles.

Siobhan smiles, not unkindly, but it's quick and then it's gone. "The Renais stand with the Weyr."

"Siobhan-"

"Was I not clear enough Gregor or are your old ears gone deaf? We stand with the Weyr."

She begins to turn, to take her leave, when one of the men asks, "What about the Holds? What if they don't like us choosin' sides?" "Or the side we chose," another adds, with a chorus of murmured agreement and seconds, some of the men seeking for guidance, some of them who have already made their decision maybe now not feeling so confident.

And Siobhan pauses, one hand lingering on the back of the chair, and replies, "Then fuck 'em." As if it's so obvious.

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Logs:Salvage

2013-06-29T14:00:33Z

Eliv:

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| who = E'sren{{!}}Ahruth, Alida, E'sren, Sabella{{!}}Ghislaith, Alida{{!}}Ilicaeth, K'zin, N'ky, Quinlys{{!}}Olveraeth, Quinlys, K'zin{{!}}Rasavyth, Sabella, Telavi{{!}}Solith, Telavi, Jo{{!}}Tacuseth
| where = Secluded Cove, Southern Continent
| what = After the storm, the weyrlings find a shipwreck.
| when = Day 8, Month 2, Turn 32
| gamedate = 2013.06.28
| quote = Waste not, want not.
| weather =
| categories =
| mentions =
| ooc = Scene run by [[K'del/ST{{!}}Quinlys]].
| icons = quinlys olveraeth stars.jpeg, quinlys very serious.jpg, telavi adventuring.jpg, telavi solith chartreuse.jpg, k'zin troubled.jpg, k'zin rasavyth whisper.jpg, e'sren 17.jpg
| log = It's been a long night: the wind has roared, the rain has poured, and it's been downright ''cold''. It's morning now, though, and all of that has stopped. From within the caves, it's possible to see a hint of sunlight outside-- and the dragons, outside, can report to the dramatic change in weather… and some definite indications of storm damage to trees, to the beach, and probably further afield. Still, whatever waits for the weyrlings and their weyrlingmasters outside, it's ''got'' to be better than staying in these damp, cold caves.

It was a total bastich keeping the fire before 'her' cave alight in the crappy weather, and Alida was only partially successful at doing such. At least there was *some* warmth, at times. And now that she's out when it's not raining, and the sun is actually out, the bluie gets to scope out the carnage.

Yeah, great. This is exactly what she wanted, frizzy hair. Sabella is in the process of 1) trying to comb her hair out and 2) heading straight to the front of the damp cold cave to see what's outside. There's sun there and that has to be better than spending one more minute inside. Ghislaith rumbles outside, glad to see her rider emerging already.

Ahruth is restless. He had to hang out huddled up all night and now his wings stretch and twitch and he cranes his long neck to see up into the sky. E'sren follows Sabella to the front of the cave and beyond without a pause, acting either stupid or brave or maybe those are the same thing in this case. "Really?" he asks no one, a comment in general on the abrupt weather change.

Outside, Solith's glided down to wait, not ''right'' up against the cave and, in fact, further back than some of the other dragons like Ghislaith who might have been more of a hurry. She does, however, watch the cave entrance, and not ''quite'' like a firelizard eyeing a tunnelsnake's hole, either. She's drippy, her eyes aren't their normal blue, and she's ''waiting''. As for Telavi, whose hair has stayed unhappily in its braids since the storm hit, she troops outside with that one blanket knotted under her neck so it can swing from her shoulders cape-style, and squints out at, "The light. Is that really light? That big glow in the sky?"

It's kind of steamy outside, thanks to the combination of all that water and this newly returned heat. A few trees have fallen in the vicinity of the caves, but it's not as bad as it could be. Still, the path back to the beach - where there's a little spring of fresh water - is no longer as clear as it was. "Check on our camp site," suggests Quinlys, frizzy-haired and with dark shadows beneath her eyes. "I'll try and pack up things here."

Dragon> Smart-ass that he is, Ilicaeth chuffs grittily after emerging from his homemade tree shelter, << Wha'did we do wrong, oh day ball? >> (To Cirrus dragons from Ilicaeth)

"Really. Still glad to be here?" Sabella shoots over her shoulder to E'sren with an impish grin before hopping down onto the ground. Their cave is nice and low to the ground, so it's a short distance. Like a foot. Once onto the beach she begins to tangle her hair up into a rough bun, heading towards the campsite as indicated. "Yes ma'am." And naturally, she hops and walks along the top edges of a fallen tree. One foot in front of the other.

"Maybe. We'll see." E'sren follows after his lithe companion, taking the ground route below her. He runs a hand along Ahruth's muzzle on the way, then shakes the collar of his shirt to try to get some air moving in there. The sun's suddenly so... warm. He's also for the campsite, slow and steady.

Looking around for a moment - greens careful to not dwell on Telavi - Alida grunts at Quinlys' words, and starts winding and climbing her way around and over whatever's fallen during the storm, on her way to the beach. She just *knows* what she's going to find, and the thought of all the work put into properly pitching tents and other things makes the blonde groan inwardly. And Ilicaeth? He's already ahead of her, and moving that way, serving as his lifemate's secondary eyes.

Tela pats her face, murmurs something about moisturizing, and gives their weyrlingmaster's hair a sidelong look without any ma'aming going on. Solith needs petting, so she does, rubbing her hands down the green's nose and then back behind her headknobs. A glance past, to the tree-walking, makes her smile but then it's back to Solith. She'll head to the campsite, she'll just be... slow. Slow, and not looking at Alida particularly either.

K'zin had, early on in the storming, been taking more to staying outside with Rasavyth than inside. Until Quinlys took him aside. The grapevine is alive and well in the caves, so though no one can say the exact phrasing, but the words 'dimglow', 'pneumonia' and 'relapse' were uttered in some combination. After that, he mostly stayed by the fire, watching the flames, drawing things in the bit of dirt on the cave floor with a stick. Now that the weather appears to be clearing, he's following the rest into the steamy scene outside, Rasavyth a ways back from the entrance, evidently unconcerned as others seem to be. He shakes his dull wings, letting a hint of their shiny underside show before re-cloaking himself in their embrace.

It's probably those dragons flying above that see it first, though as the weyrlings come around the bend towards the beach they might too: there's something different around the rocks, past the lagoon. Something… is that a ''mast''? The beach itself is a mess: the campsite is basically gone, the water has gone murky with topsoil and debris, and this tropical paradise seems… an awful lot less perfect.

Ahruth has taken to the sky, as is his wont, and is quick about it, as is his game. He bugles down at the beach as E'sren appears there, to let him know, and the bluerider nods, staring. "Yeah, I see it." The dragon circles, a bright beacon in the sky, undulating and twisting through the currents of air, then casts a wider net and goes further out.

Ghislaith has departed from her post by the caves and has taken to the sky. Indeed she does see that mast in the distance. << Not again. >> There's almost an inward groan, all creaky wood and groaning archways. She's touching some distant memory that's become foggy. Sabella catches the message from her lifemate, one broadcasted to anyone that might listen this time. Go figure, Ghislaith. Talking outloud. "A ship?" She glances down to E'sren from her spot on the log and nimbly wanders down to the end of the fallen tree, hitting the sand with both feet. "Do you think there are people trapped in it?"

"Shit..." Alida mouths low to herself after seeing the carnage through Ilicaeth's eyes, the woman silently informing her blue to give her a thorough scan of not only the beach, but the trees, sky. Habit. And while she's walking along at a good clip wherever possible, the guard receives secondhand word from her dragon about that...mast-ey something-or-other, and she stops in her tracks, for a moment. More pirates? A vessel thrown off course in the storm? Her heart beats more rapidly, and with her hand near one of her many knives, the weyrling continues on with more caution.

Tela's divested herself of the blanket, by now, rubbing it over Solith's wings in turn, a job made suddenly difficult by the green twisting her neck and looking up to the sky. << Not again? >> There's the groan, but... Ghislaith ''groans'', it's just what happens, it's part of things. << What is it? >> As for Telavi, out loud, "Do you want me to do this or not?"

Dragon> Swirl-gust. << You see this, yet? >> A borrowed image from one of the other weyrling dragons shows that mast/ship. (To Olveraeth from Ilicaeth)

Dragon> To Ilicaeth, Olveraeth has not seen it - Olveraeth, who has stayed close to the caves, Olveraeth who has trusted his charges to go on ahead. << Mine says to check it out. In case there are survivors. Remember what we've learned. >>

Dragon> A snappy and brisk salute << You got it. >> and Ilicaeth fades off like dust under the door as he goes into mission mode. (To Olveraeth from Ilicaeth)

K'zin is at the back of the pack, so it's the general reaction evoked among the weyrlings that has Rasavyth curious enough to take wing. The bronzerider is confused by what he sees as they approach the once-campsite. "What is it?" He echoes Solith, unknowingly. His brows knit, glancing skyward to get the dragon's eye view; but that doesn't much seem to help his confusion yet.

"A ship." Sabella calls back to K'zin, before shielding her eyes to look overhead for her dragon. Her one hand raises and there's some silent communication between the two. The dark green can be seen reluctantly turning on wing and arrowing across the sky to that mast sticking up from the water. << Lets look. >> She doesn't sound happy to have to go, so she's not going alone, damn it. Others will share in her 'misery'. Quote, unquote.

From the air, up close, nothing seems to move on the ship. It's wedged up against some treacherous rocks, with deep gashes giving a pretty clear indication that it isn't going to be going anywhere anytime soon. It's not all submerged, though. It ''is'', however, deathly silent. ''Is'' there anyone on board?

On Ghislaith's bidding, Ahruth wheels on the tip of a wing to follow, slicing smoothly through the air. E'sren squints up at Sabella, then carries on towards camp, picking his way carefully through those bits that require it. And then, when it's realized that this ship wouldn't be here unless it had been in some kind of trouble, his strides lengthen.

Look. Solith can ''look'', nosing Tela one last time and then leaping up with no regard for the blanket at all. Tela sighs, looks up at her green's airy progress over to Ghislaith and Ahruth and what Ghislaith's found, then gauges the relative distance back to the caves before trotting down towards the beach. Partway down, ''something'' kicks in and after a second look upward, Telavi kicks her speed up a notch. No more, though, not with this footing.

There's enough pair of eyes in the air, and Ilicaeth has access to enough of his fellow dragons' views, so the blue stays on terra-firma, up until he's done with his own visual assessment for Alida. Once finished, his new directive becomes 'investigate with caution,' and he does so by sucking in a huge double-lungful of air, and wading out into the warm water, quickly submerging and swimming towards the wreck. And his rider? She's still moving on foot through strewn-about trees and such, and she hasn't made the beach, quite yet.

<< Nothing. >> Ghislaith's summary of the wrecked ship echoes back to her rider and the other dragons. << Silence. >> Such silence. It's not just a description, the dead silence is something she feels, deep in her. That she lends to the others. It makes even ''her'' uncomfortable. << Suspicious. >> Sabella glances at the destroyed camp, then she looks towards E'sren. "Let's go check for ourselves. It's not too far." And the greenrider begins to pick her way past the broken up tents and sticks, ducking along the jungle path that would lead to the ship.

Dragon> To Olveraeth, Rasavyth's oozy touch reaches with a smattering of starry shimmers, << You may have been apprised already, but-- there is, evidently, a mast-- or a ship or both where our campsite should have been. Or near it. >> The tenor is confused, and vivid images of what he sees from high in the air are passed along; he's never seen a ship, nor has his K'zin. Sketches and backdrops only.

ST> (To Alida): The water is darker and less clear than it was, yesterday morning: much more difficult to see through. Even so, Ilicaeth can see holes in the underside of the ship and... is that... oh. it looks like an arm, hanging limp, from out of one of them. 

Dragon> To Rasavyth, Olveraeth has stars of his own, a whole sky full of them, and that mast rises proud and tall into it... not broken at all, whether or not ''that'' is what is really out there. << We've heard, >> he confirms. << Investigate. Stay safe. There may be people in need of rescue. >>

They'll go together, E'sren and Sabella, no big surprise there. They both prove to be pretty agile, weaving and bobbing to get through the thick parts, while Ahruth and Ghislaith fly overhead.

The wreck is a reasonable distance past the old camp sight, and getting there involves clambering over some of the rocks. At least it's low tide-- but that's only a small mercy. The mast stands tall; the ship itself seems wedged securely enough that it's not going anywhere. There's even a boulder positioned in such a way that it may not be too difficult to get aboard.

Dragon> Through double-lidded eyes, Ilicaeth shows both Alida and Olveraeth what he sees, and that holey underside and arm. Sounding quite like he's holding his mental air, too <> Only a hint of regret at that, he's precise and informative with those visuals. (To Olveraeth from Ilicaeth)

Sabella's answer to K'zin's question took some processing. Soon enough, the man is jogging toward the evidently deserted vessel, eyes widening as he comes closer. He comes to a halt some feet away, assessing the scene and it's dangers - the rocks, for one. Rasavyth circles lower, curiosity showing in the whirl of his eyes and the general timbre of the oozy touch he exudes. There's a glance from K'zin to Rasavyth, followed by a nod, and he begins picking his way carefully across the rocks, keeping his center of gravity low, and watching for promising footholds, wary of slippage.

The jungle is a mess and the rocks are obnoxious. But Sabella and E'sren are indeed nimble and all sorts of rangy between the two of them, it doesn't take much to get through the tight spots for them. The bigger bolder that brings them to the point of access to the ship has the greenrider eyeballing it carefully. She presses her lips together and begins to move across the slick surface very carefully.

And she basically tap dances her way to the otherside.

Dragon> To Ilicaeth, Olveraeth feels that death more personally; he takes it to heart, saving that nameless person to his starscape, honoring them. << Don't disturb it. There may be others. But there ''may'' be survivors. >>

That ''silence'' shivers right through Solith, and then she's circling back to Telavi, but not for comfort. Or, not just for comfort, because then Tela's knotting the blanket about herself again and climbing astride. It's a little harder going with her straps back at the caves, but she hangs on tightly and Solith flies upward cautiously, angling just high enough above the water to attempt a landing on those poky, treacherous rocks out there. No, Telavi isn't looking around for Quinlys any.

Hanging back to spot Sabella on her way across the boulder, E'sren watches her feet carefully and has his hands poised just in case. Not that she needs any help there. And then, when she makes it, he follows. Not tapdancing, but at least making it.

Alida finds herself emerging onto the beach a ways distant from most, her divided concentration finding her roaming off the path. Everyone else is rock climbing out beyond her, so the blonde simply climbs to get a good overall view from as high up as is safe.

The sails on the ship have torn, but they're flapping in the breeze, still: it's the only noise except for the sound of the weyrlings' footsteps, and the roll of waves against the rocks, and the ship itself. It's... almost eerily quiet.

''That'' didn't go so well, Solith with less vigor than usual what with being outside all night in the rain and the cold and the mud and the general awfulness, and the green skids up only just in time to not ''crash''-land on the rocks. The second time goes a little better, having chosen a different angle, and maybe she might have made it but uncertainty brings her up again. Telavi's not saying a whole lot about it, at least not out loud.

Ghislaith practically hangs overhead, circling the deserted ship. Her discontent is rumbled through the group, just so they all know what a bad idea she thinks this is. Her lifemate's discomfort certainly doesn't stop Sabella from climing right onto the boat, landing on the deck. The silence ''does'' get to her and she looks back over her shoulder, watching K'zin and E'sren both as they complete their climb over. Cautiously, she begins to walk forward and peek around.

Slip, thud, "Ow!" Alida barks out as she gets tripped up by some moss, her hip meeting the rocks hard. Someone's gonna have a nasty bruise. Cussing a blue streak under her breath, the blonde gets to her feet again in time to see Solith abandon her landing and try again.

Pulling himself up by the arms, then swinging his legs around, E'sren drops down onto the deck of the ship behind Sabella and meets her eyes when she looks back at him. And if she is going to take the lead, he'll watch her back, taking a flank and keeping watch as he takes slow steps after her. Ahruth ducks and twists to criss cross above them, anxious.

K'zin saves his dancing skills for the dance floor. His movements are careful, precise as he moves across the rocks, no slip of the foot to prompt a splash. The boulder that looks like it can provide access to the ship is examined, and a glance back at those still making their way across the rocks. He situates himself securely to offer a leg up to the next weyrling coming along, so his head doesn't poke as expected over the top where Sabella expects to see him. He does catch Alida's slip, "Y'alright?" He calls to the bluerider.

Dragon> He continues to investigate underwater, though Ilicaeth *does* have to come of for a good breath. Whatever he discovers below water is relayed to his rider and Ollie, the craggy dragon soon surfacing to take stock of what's now above the waves near the wreck. (To Olveraeth from Ilicaeth)

The deck is tilted, no longer level, and it's quite empty. The doors to the lower decks are closed, but, should someone give their handles a try, they're not locked.

ST> (To Alida): There's not much more to find under the waterline... or, at least, Ilicaeth has found nothing more. Though... is that a large box of some kind, a few feet away, resting upon the ocean floor? 

A little circling, a little whispering now, and this time, ''this'' time Solith makes it onto the rocks, and looks that much more proud of herself for managing, too. With a little sidling, careful of the rocks, she's able to let Tela slide right onto the deck, too... though the weyrling's extra careful with its angle, clinging onto whatever railing or line or ''whatever'' she can reach en route to the others. As for Solith, the green's staying put.

K'zin is- Oh, there he is. Sabella was looking concerned as her eyebrows drew together, but he does pop up somewhere. E'sren is around where she'd expect him to be, so she continues forward. With the deck tilted, she's moving carefully across it. The sound of Telavi's arrival onto the deck catches her attention and she glances to her, smiling quickly. "Nice arrival." She calls across to her, before reaching the doors. There's a quick glance to her bluerider companion like she might expect him to advise her to not touch the handles, but she does. Pushing of them inward slowly.

"Yeah-yeah..." Alida calls out to K'zin's inquiry, the blonde rubbing her hip and frowning before she starts climbing again...more slowly. She pauses now and again to ingest the information Ilicaeth's sending her, and finally the woman pauses to give him some sort of order...her features concentrating, eyes distant.

Dragon> He investigates carefully, noting everything there is to see, until Alida silently sends the blue looking after that large box he might've seen. << Somethin' in it? >> is simultaneously inquired of the elder blue and his own rider. (To Olveraeth from Ilicaeth)

No warnings are forthcoming from E'sren, even if the look he gives Sabella in return is a tense one. But there's a part of him that wants to be doing this, or else he would have tried to stop her a while back, like before the boulder. Instead he nods once, a subtle agreement. He hasn't taken his eyes off of her so he doesn't look at Telavi and K'zin, or any of the others, too important is making sure nothing jumps out to kill Sabella.

Nothing jumps out to kill Sabella. Win!

:'''Sabella trips on a hole and dies.

:'''And there was much rejoicing. Yaaaaay.

:'''E'sren sadsadsad.

:'''K'zin sets out on an epic quest to restore E'sren's smiley face.

:'''E'sren was full of many sads that day.

:'''K'zin leaves E'sren alone with his sads instead?

ST> (To Sabella): Past the doors, there's a narrow not-quite-staircase, more like a ladder. There's surprisingly little water at the bottom of it-- but it's dark. Maybe there are some glows in that cupboard next to the staircase. 

"Thanks," Tela calls quietly back from behind E'sren. And though she gives Sabs a look like maybe, just ''maybe'' something's tempting her... instead, she leaves the other greenrider be and tries a ''different'' door, quick to peek in if nothing jumps out from there either.

Dragon> To Ilicaeth, Olveraeth's answer is prompt. << I've no idea, >> he says. << Do you think you can try and pull it out? >>

ST> (To Telavi): The other door opens into a cabin, mostly filled by a big desk and a number of papers thrown about here and there: a mess. A ''big'' mess. There's a big stain on the floor, dark, like red wine. Or blood. The broken glass could imply either. 

Dragon> Like a good union man, Ilicaeth - in this circumstance, anyway - doesn't do shinola without a work order. When he hears Olveraeth and Alida urge him to try and recover the thing, the blue gives a mental nod, and dives down there after getting more air. Soon enough, forearms wrap about the box, and powerful strokes of hind legs and even wings, if necessary, propel him to the surface, his tail ruddering him true. (To Olveraeth from Ilicaeth)

Sabella steps in the dark room, edging along the wall to the cupboard that's next to the staircase-ladder within. She pulls the little doors open and sticks her hand inside, rummaging around. Something, anything? "Ugh!" The greenrider makes a squeaky noise and pulls back, shaking her hand out. "Damn spiders." She mutters before trying it again, ''this'' time coming out with some glows, lifting her hand up in the air. Hopefully this illuminates the room a little.

ST> (To K'zin): That's weird. The deck is empty, but past the set of doors, further towards the bow... is that a footprint, stained into the wood? And a second, a partial one? 

"Be careful!" Alida bellows out to her fellow weyrlings in her best drill instructor tones. "You feel the ship move, get the shell outta' there!" Because it can still sink completely.

E'sren is filtering in behind Sabella, already trying to peer into the darkness. Her squeaked exclamation makes him twitch, looking over immediately to make sure... Yeah, she's fine. Though his face is still a little concerned when the greenly light of the glows hits it, any of those times it does, and he steps carefully, further into the room.

Climbing up the boulder, K'zin shifts to join the others on the slanted deck, brown gaze bouncing around to take stock. Weyrlings present and unharmed? Check. State of the decks? Empty and looking like they've been through a bad storm. Nothing particularly shocking there. "I'd probably go below, if I were them." He says, to no weyrling in particular, and then he's stepping toward the doors after Sabella and company. He follows them in, brown gaze sweeping. There and back, there and-- stop. "Stop!" It's not particularly urgent, just enough to draw attention with a point to the footprint stained into the wood and a second, partial one. "Look." Stained. He frowns, moving to crouch beside one.

Telavi starts to barge in and then... stops ''short'', inhaling sharply, staring at the red stain on the floor and the ''papers'' and everything. Taking that deep breath doesn't seem to be helping any. "E'sren? E'sren, are you still out there?"

It's quiet, so quiet, so E'sren hears Telavi calling out from the other room. He seems torn for a moment, then says quietly to Sabella, "I'll be right back." And back he goes, through the open door behind them, out onto the deck. And then he appears in the doorway of Tela's room, his silhouette perhaps a calming thing? "Right here, Tel."

"Great." Sabelly replies dryly as she brings the light over by K'zin's stained footprints. Her eyebrows are drawn and there's some concern now, more than caution. She takes one of the glows in her hand and tosses it over to the bronze weyrling. Then she moves to the other side of the ladder and looks down, there isn't ''that'' much water at the bottom. So it's probably clear what she's thinking now.

Dragon> To Ilicaeth, Olveraeth's approval is fond and firm. Good. ''Good''.

ST> (To Sabella): Sabella's room is really more of a corridor, and it's full of crates and boxes, and only a ''little'' seawater. A few hammocks hang here and there, but they're all empty. Another ladder leads down lower... and there's ''definitely'' more water down there. 

The bronzerider accepts the glow from Sabella with a quick, "Thanks," and brought lower to take in the color of the stain, the size of the print, but he has trouble making heads or tails of it, or if he does make anything of it, he doesn't say so aloud. Even though it wasn't his name that came in Telavi's voice, K'zin's chin turns toward the source of the sound and he pushes onto his feet, glancing at the prints one last time.

Since others are doing the investigation, Alida remains the look out and weather eye for the weyrlings, the blonde curling her hand and digits into circles to form 'makeshift' sun shelters for her to peer through.

"Careful," Tela says without looking back, shoulders relaxing ever so slightly. "Broken glass. Do you see it?" And there's that smell, blood and something alcoholic, sharper than wine. "And the ''blood''?" That last part only quavers a little. "Do you think Quinlys would kill me if I threw this blanket over... she probably would."

"Yeah maybe don't, uh," E'sren is distracted, looking from Telavi and then in the direction of where he just was, where Sabella is. "Do that," he finishes, brow furrowed. And he drifts away.

Sabella slips down into the level that has some water, but not ''a lot.'' The corridor is full of crates and boxes, she tests the lids on a few of them to see what's inside. None of them are budging yet, but that doesn't keep her from trying. She gets to the next ladder and glances down it, the higher water levels keeping her from going down there just yet. Of course, she's moving further and further away from everyone else and she's mostly silent, so that's probably comforting. She just keeps tugging on the lids of crates, hoping to find a loose one.

ST> (To Sabella): ''Finally'' one of the lids comes off. Inside... grain. Lots of it. And dry, too. This one's more of a barrel-shape than some of the others; does that mean there's all kinds of things down here? All kinds of supplies? 

ST> (To K'zin): There's a railing, a few feet past those footprints, and... is that another mark there? Red-tinged? As if someone put a hand there as they vaulted across? 

"Okay," Telavi says to E'sren before he retreats, only it's more of an acknowledgement because she's going in, with or without the blanket-carpet. She bites her lip, hangs onto the doorframe for purchase, and starts easing herself into the room, ''trying'' to avoid stepping on anything but bare wood. The side of her boot will do for sweeping glass aside, and she'll pick up papers as she comes across them, but that stain... She breathes shallowly, like that will help her not ''smell' it.

Looking more like a blue submarine breaching the surface than a dragon, Ilicaeth keeps his forearms wrapped carefully around the box he's discovered while his rear legs and tail do the work of propelling and ruddering him along. A dutiful, but yet still companionably merry warble is offered to his clutchsibs up there in the sky and on the ground, Alida grinning and waving at her blue as she spies him paddling towards land.

Sabs pries one loose finally, holding the glow overhead to illuminate the grain within. "What's a shipment of supplies doing all the way over here." She murmurs to herself, replacing the lid and trying to pry up another. << Ilicaeth. Supplies. >> Since it would proably be remiss for her to not tell the present Cirrus wingsecond standing watch about it. Oh and maybe, << Olveraeth. >> The ship. The weyrlings. The supplies. Stained footsteps. Maybe now is the time to tell Quinlys.

ST> (To Telavi): The papers seem to have been torn out of something. If Telavi looks at them, closely, she'll see that they seem to be log entries, though none of them actually note the name of this vessel, or where she comes from. 

Telavi's on her own for the moment, E'sren is going back into whatever room he was in a second ago, the one with Sabella in it. When he realizes she isn't visible anymore he quickens over to the only other place she could be: down. "Sabella?" he calls. Marco?

Ooh! And now there's supplies, which could go far for the hard-put upon Weyr! With a salvager's glee, Ilicaeth rumbles around rainbow sands to his Wingleader, <>

K'zin follows the prints, from the door, on the deck of the ship, to the rail, and he touches briefly a mark on the rail. His eyes do a 360* to take in the make of the ship. Might there have been a rowboat here? Or did whomever made the rail mark just take their chances with the angry sea.

"E'sren?" Sabella calls down the hallway and up some, to the bluerider standing at the top of the other ladder. "Down here. I found some barrels and crates, there's grain in them." A pause. "Ilicaeth found some outside the ship too. There's not much water down here. The next level is... deeper. I could go down there, maybe." But that's dubious and it doesn't sound likely that she's going to try it.

<< Supplies? >> Olveraeth sounds… both surprised and not surprised, as though he ''is'' surprised, but realises, belatedly, that he shouldn't be. << Where does the ship come from? >> he wants to know. << Have you found any… >> He won't say it. Survivors? Non-survivors? << Watch out. Keep an eye out. Stay ''safe''. >>

Dragon> To Ilicaeth, Olveraeth projects << Can yours open the box? >> Olveraeth's curious. << If she can... >>

It's just a passing glance, a habit, but all of a sudden Tela's staring at the one paper in her hand and then hastily moving to pick up ''more'' all of a sudden. Outside, Solith warbles to Ilicaeth, a little off-kilter but all too ready to recognize his hunting-gathering prowess, right before staring at the boat some more as though she could see right through all the timbers. What's hard are the papers that are ''wet''. Those get pulled up unhappily by one corner, and she sets them atop the desk with the clean pile before starting to go through the drawers, moving more quickly now. Her only pause is to glance upward and then, frowning, down. But Solith does reply to Olveraeth and the others, unhappily, << ''Blood''. >>

Dutifully passing along Olveraeth's blurb, Ilicaeth broadcasts wider this time, including all his fellow wingmates in his rainbow-sanded, << I've got the box up on the beach. Gonna' look around more at the underside uv the ship. It's got lotsa' holes in the bottom, so tell alla' yers not ta go too deep inside. >>

ST> (To Telavi): It looks as though these drawers have already been gone through, recently. The bottom one... huh. The bottom of it has been pulled out to reveal a secret compartment, and it's ''empty''. 

Dragon> Chuff! << She's comin' down, now. Gotta take it slower; the rocks're slippery. >> (To Olveraeth from Ilicaeth)

Sabella won't have to wait for a reply, E'sren has followed the sound of her voice and takes the same way she did to get down to her level, to find her, to see what she's seeing. No questions asked, he just ''follows'' her. The splash surprises him, when he drops down, but the water isn't terrible so he forgets about it and approaches her in the strange hall. "I'd rather you didn't," he offers, in case she was wondering his opinion on the whole her going deeper thing.

:'''And the the ship sank.

:'''And the weyrlings all drowned, The end.

:'''The ship lost its dice roll.

:'''Did we mention the kraken?

:'''Do ships get a morale roll?

:'''Oh shit. Not the kraken.

:'''Sure. Ships get what they want.

Already picking her way down those damned, slippery rocks, Alida falls another time as she nears the bottom, the bluie this time not bothering to hide her loud and elaborate swearing. That's now one ass-cheek, as well as a hip bruised.

ST> (To K'zin): There are some ropes hanging from the side of the ship, which ''could'' mean that there was a row-boat here at some point - or some kind of boat, anyway. But it's gone, now: there's no sign of anything, out to sea. Could anyone have made it, given the storm? 

"Ilicaeth is saying that the bottom of the ship is full of holes." Sabella relays to E'sren, even as she stares down the next set of ladders. Caution and maybe an innate sense not wanting to drown stops her. The set of hammocks along the wall gets her attention and she starts to poke around them. "Maybe we can find some personal things here, anything. Just to tell us who they were?"

Drawer, drawer, ''slammed'' drawer, another, and then Tela's swearing at the last one, which is ''not'' like the others but that hitherto secret compartment, it's ''empty''. Empty, and unbroken, no marks from being forced. Another frown directed upward leads to, << Olveraeth? >> and a flashed image of the place. << We think someone took things and is not here anymore. They took important things. >> Solith's tail is swishing, no more happily than before, but Telavi doesn't go up just yet; she scans the room, ceiling and floor, scanning for anything else that could be important.

ST> (To E'sren): Funny. It looks like some of the smaller boxes have been disturbed, and not in a random 'ship being rammed into rocks' kind of sense. Like someone went through them. Oh... and is that a foot? On the ground? Probably attached to a leg? 

E'sren nods agreement, mostly just relieved that Sabella isn't going to go any lower than they already are, and all too happy to do whatever ''else'' she wants to do. "Sure, okay." He didn't see her try to lift the lids on those crates so he tries now, and eventually comes to the one she opened with the grain inside. From there, he sloshes over one way until his foot hits a smaller box there on the floor, in the water, and he kneels to inspect it. The lid is askew. He furrows his brow and narrows his eyes, then lets them wander to the side slightly. To find another foot. Not his. Someone else's. All at once he's lurching forward, making a big splashy noise, to where hopefully there's also a person attached to that foot. Or maybe just a foot.

Well, the blood had to come from somewhere. Once the ropes that look like they could have once held a boat of some kind are examined with a keen eye, K'zin is turning back to the doors from whence the footprints came and heading within, poking his head through the first open doorway.

Dead bodies in the holds of shipwrecks aren't usually supposed to have their throats cut... are they?

<< ''Important'' things, >> repeats Olveraeth, uncertain. << But there are no people there now? >> His voice is lifted to ask the question of all of the weyrlings currently inspecting the wreck, checking in with them one by one. << If you don't feel safe, come back. >> But ''supplies''. ''Can'' they take the supplies? ''Should'' they take the supplies?

Those weyrlings who lingered at the campsite have no doubt been drawn in by the chatter between dragons, as a knot of them are on their way up the beach and towards the wreck now. They're from those weyrlings who were Cirrus before the group merged, with Aisha leading the way, followed by April, J'madri, N'ky and a few others. While most of them scramble across the rocks towards the ship, passing Alida as they do so, N'ky stays back on the beach, hesitant to attempt the same path given his recent injury. Cailluneth comes in from above to land heavily behind him, and he rests against her to watch.

ST> (To Alida): Once Alida gets to Ilicaeth's crate, she'll find that the lid is already partway ajar. It's all wet, of course, but inside... well. Salt-water shouldn't irrevocably ruin wool. 

"Yeah, that one has grain in it. Did I tell you that alrea- E'sren? ''E'sren!''." Because the sight of him lurching forward has her abandoning the surch of the personal belongings off to the side. She drops whatever was in her hand and splashes through the water to him, where she sees that foot sticking out. Her voice catches in her throat and she pushes one of the boxes out of the way to reveal more of the body. "Oh, that's... too bad." Because having your throat cut is never a good way to go. She's less disgusted by this than the spider however.

There's a person for sure, but when E'sren drops forward onto his knees and sees that the person is dead, and just ''how'' the person is dead, he reacts. "Sabella." In the only way that matters to him right now to react. Ahruth bugles again, a trumpet of warning, and broadcasts, << Dead! >> But that's all, and it isn't very helpful. E'sren is standing, backing away, turning and reaching for Sabella to take her and steer her back the way they came if he can, or at least to block her sight of the body on the floor of the hold. Too late for that, he just starts trying to get her out of this fucking hold. "Out. Out, out. We're done. Quinlys!" << Olveraeth! >>

Finally making it down to the beach head, Alida jogs to her dragon, and gives Ilicaeth some sound thumps of prideful congratulations and a rub of one of his lowered headknobs. Croooon. When the blonde moves over to the box, she finds its lid part way ajar. With some aid from her blue, the woman soon enough finds a bunch of seawater-logged wool. Uhm...ick? Through her blue to the other dragons and weyrlings: << It's wool...with seawater in'it. Can we still use this? >> Because, unlike Olveraeth, he's not at all hesitant about claiming the scavenger's rights. Ahruth's bugel makes both bluies look outward.

"E'sren, ''E'sren.'' We should check his pockets." And she puts a hand to his arm to stay him before he can drag her along down the corridor. Should he try to drag her along he'll find her completely uncooperative. "Wait, just wait. Please." She's polite for a person pulling herself away and kneeling down next to the corpse. She takes a breath and tries to ignore the stench as she pulls on his shirt, jacket, pants. Looking for pockets anywhere, to see if there's something on him that could help.

ST> (To Sabella): The guy has a tattoo on his wrist: a shipfish with evil looking eyes. His pockets are empty, except for the one in his shirt, in which there's a letter, folded up tight and worn with age and time, as though he's had it there for a very long time. 

Obviously shaken, because ''he'' doesn't see all that many dead fucking bodies, E'sren is shaking his head with a pained, sad, unhappy look on his face as Sabella resists. He wants out, out out out. But he doesn't do more to force her, just lets her move past him to the body, and listens with his back turned to them both as she roots around in his pockets. He puts his hands over his face and scrubs.

Looking through the rest of the room doesn't seem to make Telavi any happier, staring at what's there and, more importantly, what's ''missing''. It does let her glean a couple of pillowcases, though, so she can put the clean-ish papers in one and the horrible wet smelly papers in the other... only to nearly drop the latter, because ''bugling''. Is hers a room that has footprints leaving it? Because, after fumbling to recover the impromptu sacks, she's about to accidentally make more.

<< Dead? Who? >> Rasavyth queries, his ooze radiating calm and focus. The room K'zin's face pokes into is the one where Telavi is. He practically meets her at the door. "Alright, Tela?" He asks, looking a touch awkward. But, what's a little awkwardness in moment like this when there's dead things, blood, and all this going on?

''Dead''. Olveraeth is unhappy about this. There's definitely something of his rider's tone of voice in his, however, when he says: << You don't need to stay. Leave the body. Though... >> ''Supplies''. << We can use the wool, Ilicaeth. If you feel right in taking it. >> Does he? Do they? << Perhaps we should all assemble on the beach. >>

<< There's a dead...drowned person in the bottom, too >> Ilicaeth adds with no consternation whatsoever to his wingmates. << Alida wants to know how this other human died. >>

Sabs finds something in his upper pocket, it looks like a letter. She folds it and holds it close to her. And perhaps this is a thing or maybe not, but. She dips into her own pockets to pull out two worn small mark pieces, reaching out to close his eyelids and leaving her tokens there. For whoever he is. "I'm sorry, but we had to." She tells him, apologetic but not overly so as she tugs on the bluerider's arm. Leading them back up the letter and out onto the deck, the lighter is much better. She leans into E'sren and unfolds the paper to read it, holding it out for him to see too.

<< His throat was cut. >> Ghislaith announces with clinical detachment to Ilicaeth. << They're coming up now. >>

ST> (To Sabella and E'sren) The letter is a love-letter, from a sweetheart to her 'Raiskel'. She promises to wait for him, and will miss him every day that he's gone. It's signed 'Teiranne'. 

They're a salvage team, and first dibs, so of course Ilicaeth feels perfectly fine with taking the wool. << It would just rot, Ollie. Just like everything else. We earned the right of use. >> To Ghislaith, there's instant attention, his rainbow of sand turning a bit ochre in concentration. Pause. << Pirates, maybe? >>

E'sren is only too relieved to be able to get the hell out of that place, with the dead man, but sees Sabella up first even so before following her up the ladder and out onto the deck, out of that room and out into the sun. He's still got his face in his hand when she leans into him, but removes it to wrap his arm instinctvely around her waist, forces his eyes to focus on the words on the page. And at some point he winces and looks away, covering his mouth and pretty much just looking distraught.

Wide eyes. At least Telavi stops short of bumping into K'zin, though momentum makes her sacks swing forward without her. All that more-than-awkward, she can remember that later but right this second, "Oh! It's you. Don't go in, K'zin, there's ''blood'' on the ''floor'' and ''glass''," and reminded, she scrapes the sole of one foot against the doorframe and then the other. During that, "Do you know if the other rooms got checked? This might be the captain's, I don't know," and did she mention blood?

<< Waste not, want not. The grain in the hold is still dry. Some should go down and take it. Those that aren't too afraid that is. >> Ghislaith to Ilicaeth and Olveraeth.

Covering the box again, and using Ilicaeth's greater mass and leverage to close a few of the nails he once pried up along with the cover, Alida mounts up on her blue, and soon both are in the air, though Ilicaeth's a bit clumsy, given he's having to lift off and land with the woolly thing.

Olveraeth is uncertain, but Quinlys, it seems, is not. << She agrees. >> To all of the weyrling dragons: << If your riders are willing, set them to gathering up the supplies. We... >> It's almost funny. << Really will bring home supplies. >>

Dragon> << Agreed...though if it's too dangerous, screw it. >> (To Olveraeth and Ghislaith from Ilicaeth)

Sabs finishes reading the letter and exhales deeply. She stuffs it into the front pocket of her pants and untwines herself from the bluerider. She must know or feel that he doesn't want to go back down there, so she doesn't ask. It's not long that she's gone, but when she returns from below again that little bulge of paper from where the letter was living is now gone. If he asks or even looks like he's about to ask, "It wasn't ours to keep."

Ahruth has at last calmed, once seeing his rider safe and sound on the deck below, and glides to a landing on the beach with clean precision. E'sren reluctantly lets Sabella go when she pulls away, stands there on the deck breathing in and out in measures to calm himself. When the greenrider returns her explanation is warranted, he did give her a look, but understanding is quick, and he just shakes his head and quietly moves to help with unloading or whatever else might need to be done.

K'zin offers out a hand for one of the sacks Telavi carries, "Yeah?" comes his question once she's finished, "There were footprints. I think probably blood now that--" He glances over Telavi's head and swallows hard. "And a red handprint on the rail where it looks like there may have been a boat." He steels himself and glances behind her again. "Anything else in there? Any sign of where this ship is from?"

By now, Quinlys has made it as far as the edge of the rocks, her hands clasped tightly, warily, behind her back, and her gaze set firmly on that distant ship, and the weyrlings still clambering about on it. Her expression is tight; she waits.

Once Ilicaeth's not-too-gracefully landed and settled the box of wool to the sand - and Alida's skittered down his shoulder - she gestures the other weyrlings, N'ky over to help her pull that nappy and saltwater logged shit out of said box, after asking Ilicaeth to pry it open again.

Well, that was fun. But with Quinlys there on shore, Sabella clambers over the side of the ship and across the wet rocks. She's had enough of the stuff on the lower levels of the ship, thanks. There's a glance to see if E'sren follows or if he's left to help move things. Either way she departs the ship, perhaps disappearing quietly into the background for now.

Rasavyth has been circling, watchful for wider dangers, but after a time, he shifts his course, veering low. Though the small bronze has had issues with takeoff and landing in the past, his narrow frame gives him some advantages where agility is concerned when compared to others of his color. It is not difficult for him therefore to do a low pass.

Tela glances down at her impromptu sacks, and surely she must be sorely tempted to give K'zin at least the one with the bloody contents, her teeth pressing briefly into her lip. But, "No. No, they're bulky, not heavy, they're the same sort of thing and I want to keep them together," and she switches them both to the same hand to show him, looking up. "So he did leave. It looked ''sacked'', the important stuff gone... I'm hoping there will be signs in these, they looked like some sort of log, torn out of something? But we should look when we're off the ship. Do you know if the other rooms got searched?" With that, she's aiming to slip past him into the walkway, ''away'' from that bloody room.

E'sren is definitely coming, but he's bringing stuff with him. A sack, at least for now, as he follows Sabella and, upon passing Quinlys at whatever point, he gives her a grim look. It cannot be unseen! After this, and The Incident, there's no way he'll ever be the same. Never the same~

Awkwardness increased. K'zin turns so Telavi can get by him more easily, "No idea. I was on deck. Bloody handprint and everything." His baritone comes out a little stilted, then he's simply walking away from the greenrider, heading toward the ladder, looking down.

Dragon> A snapshot is delivered in vivid color as Rasavyth's sweep completes, the partial name of the vessel. The assumption is, of course, that the Weyrlingmaster is the Official Information Repository for this impromptu recovery venture. (To Olveraeth from Rasavyth)

Something about K'zin's tone, or ''something'', has Tela looking back after him, more baffled than anything. Until, all of a sudden it hitsl, "He could still be out there, K'zin. Out in the other boat. ''They'' could be, what if there are more? We should look." But the storm. What are the chances?

Dragon> To Rasavyth, Olveraeth acknowledges the information, and, presumably, adds it to the stockpile. This whole thing is getting... weirder and weirder.

K'zin shifts the glow he carries into his pocket, extinguishing the dim light for the moment and giving his eyes time to adjust. "Yeah. He could. Maybe they. If the storm didn't get them anyway. Whoever he was, he couldn't have predicted how bad it'd be." A shrug of his shoulders, "You should head back, Telavi. Give Quinlys what you found." And then he heads down the ladder.

Dragon> To Olveraeth, Rasavyth's curiosity is obviously piqued. << Is any part of this ''not'' weird? Besides that there was a storm and ship ''ran aground'', as they say in the nautical books? >>

"Soon." Tela has rooms to search, and search she does, one room and the next until... blood was one thing, but now there's a yelp that verges on a shriek, followed by a quick, "Okay, okay, it's just he's dead!" Solith's far less than excited about providing the image, the man's head bashed and the sharp wooden protrusion that might have caused it in his fall. At least it's not a slit throat?

Dragon> A sense of distance is conveyed in the way the reflected collective crowd voice only whispers in the background of the oozy tenor purr. A red banner flaps for attention. <> A vivid image is conveyed, in the dim light of a single glow, a leering smile from a dead man's throat. << That doesn't seem particularly normal. >> Beat. << Does you or your Jo recognize this? >> Another flash, a tattoo on the wrist of one such man, a ship-fish with evil-looking eyes. (To Tacuseth from Rasavyth)

When K'zin reappears up the ladder, the glow is between his teeth, casting light on his markedly paled face. There are no smiles as he plucks the glow from his pearly whites. "Tela, you still here?" He calls as he leans into one doorframe and then the next, seeking her out.

Dragon> Shadows suddenly converge on that red banner. There's even further distance, but the image suddenly sharpen, as if to show that Tacuseth's attention shifts from what he focuses on to ''this''. << Interested, yeah, >> he sends in greeting. Some silence, and then, << No, she is not familiar >> he returns, with some uncertainty as he says it. << Yers found him? >> he asks now. (To Rasavyth from Tacuseth)

Dragon> To Rasavyth, Olveraeth's answer is amused, if in a dry, rueful kind of way. << Perhaps not. This is why we should never take you weyrlings anywhere. >> It's all their fault, obviously.

Dragon> << Likely not the first to. Perhaps the first to notice the mark. I do not know. Ahruth said dead, but I do not know what his E'sren saw. There is blood. The ''office'' >> an image, blood, shattered glass, emptied out, << looks to have been searched and footprints lead to what may have been a boat tie up on the side. Only one is dead from unnatural causes. The others appear to have drowned. They all bear the mark. If your Jo should find out what it is, do let me know, won't you? >> (To Tacuseth from Rasavyth)

"Yes...s. Almost done!" He can follow her voice, but if he waits it won't be long at all before Telavi backs out: she's gotten all too quick at this. Either way, she's still got the pillowcase-sacks, that blanket still tied incongruously about her waist, and the whites of her eyes are showing for all that her voice strives for calm. "A second... one. Dead one. A man." She's more on the E'sren end of the scale than the Sabella end, no searching the bodies for her.

Dragon> To Olveraeth, Rasavyth's amusement can't be helped; even, or perhaps especially, in a time as troubling as this, << Tch. I'd argue the opposite is true. This is why you ''should'' take us places. Firstly, because it gives us excellent ''life experience''. Secondly, because if you didn't, weird things would only happen at the Weyr instead. There is enough of that going around without something like a shipwreck on the shore of the lake when it's iced over. That ''would'' be weird. >> He provides a crisp mental painting of such an event, for amusement's sake.

Dragon> The mark seems to be mulled over from blue dragon and rider, the silence perhaps evidence of it before he returns with, << Could be a theft gone wrong, >> the musing likely more idly given by his Jo than by him. << Mine thinks this isn' uncommon. But, she will look into it'n see what can be found. >> Curiosity in dragon is certainly evident, and taking up random investigations seems like something they don't even hesitate to take up. (To Rasavyth from Tacuseth)

Dragon> Hah. Very amusing. <> he says, but it's not a completely dismissal of it, all the same. << Are you and yours coming back? It may not be safe. >> (To Rasavyth from Olveraeth)

The bronzerider is waiting in the hall when Telavi appears. He nods to her words, asking, "Did he-- she? have anything on him-- her?" That's a definite point toward the Sabs end of the spectrum for K'zin. "To tell us where they're from?" A pause, "There's more than one below. None-- none can be rescued." He notes with a hard swallow.

Dragon> << Should it become relevant, one had a love note. It was addressed and signed. So, two names linking two lives. Perhaps the writer can be found and convinced to tell more. >> A needle in a hay stack, to be certain, or as Rasavyth conveys it, a single grain of sand in the arena. He begins sifting thoughtfully. << The writer was 'Teiranne' >> A flash of the signature. (To Tacuseth from Rasavyth)

Dragon> More clues. Tacuseth sifts through all given, too, even if he's still distracted. Business, never stops for anyone. Then, << Could they be...pirates? >> He tastes the word, it clearly not a question of his own making. (To Rasavyth from Tacuseth)

Dragon> << Perhaps. >> The bronze allows, though there is no conviction to the possibility; he doesn't have enough information to make an educated guess. << The lack of identifying items might suggest that. They were carrying ''supplies''. >> (To Tacuseth from Rasavyth)

Dragon> Curiosity prompts Rasavyth's reach to the blue's mind. << Has your Alida seen death before? >> (To Ilicaeth from Rasavyth)

Dragon> There's a time delay before the bronze replies. << He is coming. Sort of. He got side-tracked with Solith's Telavi. He found many and more below, all dead. One whose throat was slit. Others drowned. Supplies that were unsalvageable. Solith's Telavi says there is another somewhere. >> (To Olveraeth from Rasavyth)

Dragon> If Tacuseth could nod, he would. Instead, he lets the spike of the crowd be an indication thereof. << Are ya bein' looked after? >> he asks now, showing the brief images of Meara and Quinlys - even I'zech. (To Rasavyth from Tacuseth)

"You're ''wet''," is the first thing Tela says, mistress of the obvious, and it's an exclamation. "You didn't fall in, did you? Water in the hold, right, some of the rooms downhill had some, is there much more water coming in down there?" All that comes before answers, but the answers come quickly enough afterward, paired with deep discomfort straining her features. "I, I didn't look. I really don't want to look. But it's that door there. And the other one," she's pointing towards where the walkway angles downward with the list of the boat. 'Downhill.'

"He was floating."

"Fall in?" K'zin sounds mildly surprised as if the possibility of such hadn't occurred to him. Everyone's invincible at eighteen, right? "No, I didn't fall in. But yes. More coming in. Much? I don't know. How much is usual for a sinking ship? Olveraeth says is mightn't be safe." He glances past Telavi from the direction she came. "Get ashore, I'll check quickly and follow you."

Dragon> Touched with pride at a job well done and only semi-busy helping the weyrling move about the big box full of wool, Ilicaeth responds with a certain weight, his raspy baritone steady, << Yeah. Lots uv times. >> (To Rasavyth from Ilicaeth)

Dragon> Quietly, the ooze seems less substantial than usual, affected by K'zin's deep disquiet. << This is his first time. >> A silence. << Perhaps yours can be a friend to him, later. When there is time to process. >> (To Ilicaeth from Rasavyth)

Dragon> Though he doesn't show the bronze visually, Ilicaeth lets him know, without words, that Alida, too, was disturbed at her own first sight of human death. A small golden eddy of sand skates by, promises, << She'll be there. >> (To Rasavyth from Ilicaeth)

Momentary relief's overlaid by the way her brows draw in. "Of course you didn't." Tela's voice is more wry than anything for the barest moment there. "All right, just, I"ll go, but I'll wait right at the base there," the way back up to the upper deck, "Just in case. It won't take long, and Solith's still right out there."

Beckoned by Alida, N'ky isn't long in joining her, Cailluneth making her way along behind him. The others have left to help on the ship, so it's just the lanky greenrider who looks cautiously at the box, squinting at the wool. "That'll need a ''lot'' of washing," he murmurs, recognising it as wool as he helps tug the sodden stuff from the box to lay it on the sand, where it should dry.

It doesn't take long. Ish. Long enough that it might give Telavi cause to worry; it takes time to search thoroughly. But probably just about the time that she might be thinking to call out or go check on him, he's reappearing, paler, still, than before. "Let's go." And he does, movements careful on the wet deck, but he doesn't take his time about it, just enough to make sure out of the corner of his eye that Telavi's not having an issue on the slippery wood.

Seperating and laying the stuff out isn't Alida's typical choice of work, but at least she's moving around, and out in the sun. Speaking of: the bluie stops, nabs something out of one of her larger beltpouches, and kneels in the sand while N'ky works. It's a jar with a screw-on lid, and inside is some kind of creme that smells lightly of coconut and other pleasantly fragarant things...the stuff applied liberally to her very fair skin wherever the sun can reach. "Smells nasty..." the blonde comments to N'ky, of the wool. Nose wrinkle.

Long enough that there was some pacing going on, long enough that Tela knotted the two pillowcases together to avoid their contents spilling out, long enough that... But after a look at K'zin's face, Telavi swallows the question on her lips and hurries. She manages the wood by following rails wherever possible, and then there's Solith, her bare neck leaning over for her approaching rider. Tela calls over, "There's a ride if you want one," but then there's also the more usual way, and she makes a quick job of getting up in preparation for an unremarkable glide down to where Quinlys and others are. Or, not ''right'' to where Quinlys is, far enough away to make Solith's state of undress at least a little less obvious.

"It's the lanolin," N'ky replies, crouching to run fingers over the fleece he's next to. He squeezes it the sodden wool, watching the water pool out. "The oil. They need to be w-washed still, but, um, they might shrink if they're wet and drying here in the sun, without a-anything to hold them out. We used to have racks for them." The hand that was caressing the wet wool is lifted to his nose, which wrinkles at the smell. "And the s-salt won't do them any good. They need to be washed, in, um, fresh water."

Dragon> Gust-scrape. << N'ky says this wool's gotta be washed in fresh water really soon, 'r it'll go bad. We figure there's gotta be a lagoon *somewhere* around 'ere. Either that, 'r people from the Weyr need ta pick it up now. >> (To Olveraeth from Ilicaeth)

Quinlys has a group of weyrlings around her, and a collection of crates and barrels from the ship's hold, though it's certainly not most of them. She's so busy talking, she doesn't even notice Solith-- though it's hard to know whether, at this point, she'd really care. "Well," she's saying, "It's not as though ''they'' will be using it, now. And that ship won't be leaving here in a hurry. If we knew who it belonged to..."

The ride is accepted. K'zin clmbing down upon Solith's arrival and heading for the Weyrlingmaster and her entourage. "Ma'am? They all had a tattoo. If that helps." Rasavyth obligingly shares with Olveraeth the exact image, "On their wrists." He chews his lip as though there's something more that he might say, but doesn't. He looks to Telavi and her sacks, curiously.

N'ky nods at Alida, before looking over his shoulder to Cailluneth. A moment of silent conversation passes between them, before he nods again, then looks back to the bluerider. "Um, l-let the dragons carry them. We'll not be able to, not that far. Cailluneth?" The green extends a paw, toes spread and flexed to pick up whatever's to be carried. "A, um, comb might help, too? If anyone's got one, that is." The greenrider with the permanently scruffy curls certainly doesn't. "Combing might help to l-loosen some of the salt."

Dragon> To Ilicaeth, Olveraeth's answer is relatively prompt: << The spring. As long as it's still there. >> The spring where they've been getting all their fresh water from. It isn't ''big''... but it's a start. << Let us know if you need anything more. >>

Which is a cue for Telavi, slightly slower what with having ''finally'' ditched that blanket by Solith, to offer up those pillowcase-sacks. Only then she stops to unknot them and then, even when they're open again, doesn't immediately give them up. Instead she reaches in, showing pieces of paper ripped from their binding. "They look like they're from a logbook, Weyrlingmaster, I'd like to look through them. I think they were from the captain's cabin. It looked like people left with enough time to take things with them." She's got her own look for K'zin, too, but doesn't yet say more.

"Not usin' my hair comb fer *that*..." Alida again nose-wrinkles to N'ky's suggestion, the woman just about to reply further when Ilicaeth interrupts her. A quirk of head in the blue's direction soon finds her looking back at the greenie again, and telling him, "Apparently we c'n use at least summa' the water from the spring. If it's there, uv course." Snert. "How 'bout we have Cai 'n 'caeth take all this crap up t'the spring, assign a detail ta' wash is up some while I search fer more water up there." Cue a point upward to the sky. "Since yer our local expert on wool, y'c'n supervise the efforts on the ground."

Tattoos. Logbooks. Bodies. Quinlys looks increasingly out of her depth, for all that she's widening her stance and drawing her shoulders back. Silver thread training or no, this is ''not'' something she's experienced in. "That sounds like a good idea, Telavi," she says. And, "I've no idea what the tattoo could mean. Or any of it. But you think some of them got away? Took things with them?" She turns her head, glancing out to sea. And, "I don't imagine we'd ever find them, even if we flew over and over forever. Maybe we should just pack everything up and go home."

It's a subtle thing, but since Rasavyth has been projecting his sense of calm and focus for any who'd like to benefit from it, it's perceptible when that exuding influence eases off. It can be extrapolated that it eases off of K'zin as well and that is why suddenly, just as Telavi looks at him, K'zin is turning and bolting as many yards away as he can get before he's doubled over, losing his last meal to a sandy grave.

"I f-figured I was ''done'' with wool when I left h-- Fa-- ''that'' all behind," N'ky mutters as he drags two of the fleeces towards Cailluneth, before going back to drag a couple more. When he stops he rubs at his left arm, wincing. "We'll need something to stretch them out, 'Lida. Heavy rocks, or something, unless, um, s-someone can whip up some racks real quick." He sounds doubtful as he bunches up the fleeces for Cailluneth to be able to carefully hold them.

Telavi's looking ashen all of a sudden herself, what with Rasavyth flipping the switch and the sudden retching and the reminder, the ''reminder''... "I was going to ask what it looked like, the tattoo," she gets out of her mental queue, darting a glance back at K'zin before, right, giving him at least that little bit of privacy again. More directly if shakily, "That's right, I ''forgot'', how ''could'' I forget, could we just look some, at least? What if they're just a little cove away? Or stranded, not too far even? We could rescue them and, and then they'd be safe, and we'd know who the things belong to without having to hunt, and... and everything."

"Fuckin' rocks enough nearby..." Alida mutters in return, her ass and hip reminding her of the presence of their smaller cousins impact upon soft flesh. With quick orders, the wingsecond sends three of her fellow weyrlings off to gather up the proper size and amount of rocks in some sacks she climbs up Ilicaeth's straps to grab from his packs...then tosses down to them. "Fly 'em t'the spring after Ilicaeth gives word we're there." It won't take long, hopefully. To N'ky is clipped off a quick, "Don't over-strain that. We got lots uv bodies ta' do work." Is that a groan from some of the less enterprising weyrlings nearby? No matter, she's back at it soon after covering her skin with creme, 'lida storing it back where it came from, then starting to gather up more wool, along with the now moving blue dragon of hers. A quick word from him has her glancing farther along the beach, where K'zin's now tossing his cookies. Sigh.

Quinlys' gaze leaves K'zin, giving him some privacy for his upchuckery, and focuses instead upon Telavi. "You don't think we should keep what we've salvaged," she concludes, in a way that stops just barely short of making it a question. She continues without waiting for an answer, saying, "If you'd like to try and hunt them down, that's fine. Take a few hours to do so. The rest of us will try and get all of this squared away. It can come back to the Weyr for now, until or unless we determine it needs to go somewhere else."

Dragon> It comes from experience: not his own, but Alida's, yet Ilicaeth shares, anyway. << Have 'im slowly eat some plain crackers, 'r bread. Not much, but enough ta' absorb the stomach acid. Only lukewarm water in tiny sips; too much, 'r too cold'll make 'im sick all over again. >> (To Rasavyth from Ilicaeth)

"I've got it," N'ky's reply is a tad sullen for the suggestion he's incapable of doing what he's trying to do. The greenrider's got everything in place that will fit in his lifemate's paws anyway, and he mounts up slowly, still favouring his left arm. One up and buckled in, he sits and waits for Ilicaeth's go.

Dragon> Softly, Rasavyth reaches for Solith and through her, her Telavi, as his swell of calm and focus resumes. Clearly the reaction from his rider has him reconsidering his choice to let it bleed off. << We will search with you, if that is acceptable to you and your Telavi. >> (To Solith from Rasavyth)

She's a little merciless, even with friends, in certain cases. "You re-injure that arm in any fashion, y'll be stranded South until it heals enough again. How bout' them apples?" Alida clips off to N'ky, the woman finally securing the bundles of *nasty* smelling wool upon Ilicaeth's back...the blue snorting at the stench, too. Once strapped in securely, straps double-checked, the woman looks around while her blue informs Ghislaith and Ollie what's up, and then gives N'ky the signal. Up up and away! Hopefully to find some dang real water.

The calm and focus revs back up. Clearly, the bronze didn't anticipate that very natural human reaction to encountering dead bodies for the first time. When K'zin straightens, he takes a moment to compose himself before walking sedately back to the group. Nothing to see here. He fishes in his pocket a moment and then he reaches out a closed palm to Quinlys, ready to deposit some marks in her hand once she's ready to accept it. And then, a folded piece of paper. "Clues," is his mumble.

"Yes, ma'am. I mean, about the hunting; about the gear, I was only thinking that it belongs to... though we ''did'' do the work of..." but with Quinlys having moved on, Telavi ducks her head and quits it right there. A deep breath later, she's looking significantly more like herself, and who knew that that breathing mantra really did work that well? With that, she ''starts'' to start for Solith-- but stays a little bit more because ''things getting handed over''.

Dragon> Solith's answer is, << Please. >> And it's tinged with fire. (To Rasavyth from Solith)

Cailluneth doesn't have the wool strapped to her back when she takes off; it's clutched within her two forepaws, held tight as she follows Ilicaeth towards fresh water.

Quinlys shoots Telavi a thoughtful glance, but K'zin's return, and his closed palm, have her extending her own hand, accepting what he gives her with several long blinks. "Uh," she says, as if she's singularly unused to being given money by weyrlings. And then, "Oh. I think--" She turns her gaze from one weyrling to the other, and then to the others clustered around, and then further afield to N'ky and Alida. "We'd better look at all of this back at the Weyr. Telavi, if you want to go do that hunting, better go now. Take someone with you." But possibly not K'zin.

"I'll go." K'zin volunteers. Possibly K'zin? He is looking better. Still paleish, but not looking like he's in danger of getting acid on Rasavyth's sensitive hide. Which... itches. Don't think about itching! Too late, K'zin has to reach to scratch the back of his neck. "I want to go," is added with more emphasis.

And of course K'zin's who Telavi looks to, what starts out as just a glance becoming a nod when he speaks up. And then a firmer nod. "So it's sorted, ma'am." If she's disappointed at not getting to see the details of the exchange, it still doesn't stop her from starting to bail, pillowcases and all. At least they'll be secured, and Solith's straps applied, before beginning the trek.

"Sorted," agrees Quinlys, even if she'll give K'zin a dubious glance first. Still, if he's happy to go, she's happy to wave them off, and turn back to their salvaged goods, and the process of getting them gathered up - along with what can be rescued from their campsite - in preparation for an early arrival home.

And the great Search For the Runaway Sailor(s)? Yeah. Nothing. Big ocean is big.

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Logs:The Camping Trip: E'sren's POV

2013-06-28T02:44:31Z

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E'sren ducks into the booth and sits down, stares at the camera for a long moment with his eyes blank and his mouth agape.

"Shit."

And then he starts talking, making lots of hand gestures to accent certain points.

"So Quinlys tells us we're going camping in Southern to bond and find some food to bring back for the Weyr. I'm thinking great, spend some time with the old crew, hang out, maybe sneak away with Sabella..."

Here he pauses mid-shrug, just a thought. And goes on.

"And it's all fine and dandy, we get there, it's ''hot''. Like really hot. Seriously, sweat everywhere. And I do mean everywhere."

Another pause, lifted eyebrows at the camera.

"We pass some time, la-dee-da, we have some fun. And then it happens."

He pulls a face, stares off into the distant lands of his memory and cringes again.

"I mean I thought I'd seen it all. Or at least enough. But I can't... unsee. That. First off, how did she... and then he-"

Cut to a moment where he makes some different kinds of hand gestures, like he's trying to articulate something... disturbing. He furrows his brow at them, trying to unravel their mystery, and thus unravel what happened.

Cut to the moment after.

"We've been referring to it as The Incident. Because we dare not speak its name."

Very serious face. Then suddenly he narrows his eyes and looks sharply off to one side, to some point off-camera.

"Is it raining?"

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Logs talk:To Slake Ardent Thirst

2013-06-20T02:25:37Z

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I'm dying. I can't even process how awesome this is. XD
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C'wlin's not pretty enough. XD Not pretty enough. Not pretty ''enough''. XD
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Logs:Not anymore.

2013-06-14T23:35:07Z

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It was about three months after the first time, when Ahruth circled the little cothold that held the sick old man and his granddaughter, that E'sren visited them personally for the last time.

After his trip there during sweeps with Z'ian, after seeing and knowing for himself that there was a person who needed help more immediately than he was getting it, he'd made it a point. No more was he going to ask questions the answers to which didn't matter, he wasn't gonna play that game anymore.
He thought about his dad, and his mother, and what kind of people they were. They didn't turn away anyone who was hungry, if they had food; they didn't sit safe in their wagons when it rained if there was somebody outside sneezing in the cold.

It was a changing moment for him, when he realized he was going to separate himself from them. From the Weyr, in at least so far as not thinking the same things were important. He didn't tell Z'ian what he was planning to do. Maybe the less he knew, the better.

First he found a Healer, that was the hardest part, just getting someone to come with him. He took her away from her duties, he knew, but she came, got on Ahruth with him and they flew to the spot. Not Between, no, he wouldn't do that to her, or to himself. Not when they could get there straight. The old man had pneumonia, needed medicine, the Healer gave them what she had and taught the girl how to use it, how to continue treating him.

Since then, E'sren came to resupply her, every week, and to make sure they had enough food, warm clothes and blankets to keep the sickness from coming back.

Today, on the 22nd day of the 13th month, not too long after his own birthday, he leaves the cothold after a hug from the girl inside, a handshake from the old man, sitting in his rocking chair before the fire, and walks up to Ahruth, who waits not far off.

They leave the area, and while Ahruth wings them swiftly home E'sren has time to think. He comes to conclusions, and sets his jaw.
Let them all play their little politic games. He didn't care about any of that anymore.

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Logs:Not anymore.

2013-06-14T23:17:41Z

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It was about three months after the first time, when Ahruth circled the little cothold that held the sick old man and his granddaughter, that E'sren visited them personally for the last time.

After his trip there during sweeps with Z'ian, after seeing and knowing for himself that there was a person who needed help more immediately than he was getting it, he'd made it a point. No more was he going to ask questions the answers to which didn't matter, he wasn't gonna play that game anymore.
He thought about his dad, and his mother, and what kind of people they were. They didn't turn away anyone who was hungry, if they had food; they didn't sit safe in their wagons when it rained if there was somebody outside sneezing in the cold.

It was a changing moment for him, when he realized he was going to separate himself from them. From the Weyr, in at least so far as not thinking the same things were important.

First he found a Healer, that was the hardest part, just getting someone to come with him. He took her away from her duties, he knew, but she came, got on Ahruth with him and they flew to the spot. Not Between, no, he wouldn't do that to her, or to himself. Not when they could get there straight. The old man had pneumonia, needed medicine, the Healer gave them what she had and taught the girl how to use it, how to continue treating him.

Since then, E'sren came to resupply her, every week, and to make sure they had enough food, warm clothes and blankets to keep the sickness from coming back.

Today, on the 22nd day of the 13th month, not too long after his own birthday, he leaves the cothold after a hug from the girl inside, a handshake from the old man, sitting in his rocking chair before the fire, and walks up to Ahruth, who waits not far off.

They leave the area, and while Ahruth wings them swiftly home E'sren has time to think. He comes to conclusions, and sets his jaw.
Let them all play their little politic games. He didn't care about any of that anymore.

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Logs:Not anymore.

2013-06-14T23:15:52Z

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It was about three months after the first time, when Ahruth circled the little cothold that held the sick old man and his granddaughter, that E'sren visited them personally for the last time.

After his trip there during sweeps with Z'ian, after seeing and knowing for himself that there was a person who needed help more immediately than he was getting it, he'd made it a point. No more was he going to ask questions the answers to which didn't matter, he wasn't gonna play that game anymore.
He thought about his dad, and his mother, and what kind of people they were. They didn't turn away anyone who was hungry, if they had food; they didn't sit safe in their wagons when it rained if there was somebody outside sneezing in the cold.

It was a changing moment for him, when he realized he was going to separate himself from them. From the Weyr, in at least so far as not thinking the same things were important.

First he found a Healer, that was the hardest part, just getting someone to come with him. He took her away from her duties, he knew, but she came, got on Ahruth with him and they flew to the spot. Not Between, no, he wouldn't do that to her, or to himself. Not when they could get there straight. The old man had pneumonia, needed medicine, the Healer gave them what she had and taught the girl how to use it, how to continue treating him.

Since then, E'sren came to resupply her, every week, and to make sure they had enough food, warm clothes and blankets to keep the sickness from coming back.

Today, on the 22nd day of the 13th month, not too long after his own birthday, he leaves the cothold after a hug from the girl inside, a handshake from the old man, sitting in his rocking chair before the fire, and walks up to Ahruth, who waits not far off.

They leave the area, and while Ahruth wings them swiftly home E'sren has time to think. He comes to conclusions, and sets his jaw.
Let them all play their little politic games. He didn't care about any of that anymore.

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Logs talk:Dissonance

2013-06-02T16:01:20Z

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Oh yes.
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Logs talk:A Not-So-Breather

2013-05-19T22:18:02Z

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I wish I had more time when this scene happened to get more into N'gan/Quielle! Next time~
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Logs talk:Three Dragonriders Walk Into A Bar

2013-05-19T18:54:02Z

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Wow, I remember like breathing life into The Lucky Seven with the rest of the Istans, weird~ Also, which one's the model? XD
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Logs talk:Maybe in Fifty Turns

2013-05-19T16:36:44Z

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Well that was delightful. I <3 them.
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Logs:Not Alone

2013-05-18T02:03:58Z

Eliv:

{{ Log
| who = Sabella, E'sren
| where = E'sren's weyr, HRW
| what = Right on the heels of E'sren having a Talk with K'zin, Sabella comes to dole one out herself.
| when = Day 26, month 9, turn 31
| gamedate = 2013.05.12
| quote = "What part of my conversation with you about him pushing my boundaries made it okay for you to go and do the same kind of crap?"
| weather =
| categories =
| mentions = K'zin
| ooc = Takes place right after [http://hrweyr.net/Logs:Playing_Heroes_and_Villains Logs:Playing_Heroes_and_Villains]. But it took a really long time to do. XD
| icons = sabella headtilt.jpg, e'sren 3.jpg
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Bosom Buddies Weyr, High Reaches Weyr 
The entrance to the inner weyr is narrow, and it features a series of hooks on the ceiling on which a large tapestry of intricately woven blue designs is hung across like a curtain, bisecting the weyr to separate rider and dragon quarters. Further in, along the outside curve of the wall, a storage closet has been hollowed out, its door hung with another blue tapestry, another commemoration for Ahruth; he keeps a modest wooden wardrobe there, presumably for clothes. Past that, the back lobe of the weyr has a rounded, smoothed white-stone fireplace decorated with more intricate carved designs that seem grown out of the rock as they support the broad mantle. On it rests a pretty multi-colored rock, shimmering with indigo, violet, and olive, and some other figurines and trinkets. Set in front of the hearth are a large grey couch and overstuffed armchair, both with colorful quilts, and a pretty rug and low table. Further back, behind an unfolded wooden accordion partition, the sleeping area is cozy with a couple of oil lamps on the walls for warmer light. The bed itself is large enough for two and made from some light greyish wood that makes for a sturdy frame. It's piled with blankets and quilts, a motley assortment of both, and plenty of pillows. There are a few other rugs and some wall hangings up, with some other odds and ends here and there from different places around Pern.

Out on the ledge, Ahruth rests. He isn't sleeping, he's alert, watching the sky and gazing down at the lake as the light from the day begins to fade. His wings shift against his back and he resettles his tail. Totally at peace and content. Inside, past his bright blue beacon of a body, E'sren is showing signs of just now getting in. Even though the dragon has relaxed into a nice repose, the rider is still stripping off his jacket, tossing it at a chair; it doesn't stick and melts into a leathery puddle on the floor. Unnoticed by him, as he's preoccupied looking down at his shaking hands. His fingers flex in and out of fists and he shakes them loose to get rid of the unsteadiness, then leans into his hands on the back of the couch, takes a deep breath.

Poor Ahruth, he's so relaxed. He's not going to expect the loud crash that's Ghislaith entering the periphery of his mind. She doesn't full approach him but she makes sure that he knows that she's there and she's coming to his weyr. Right now. The long, lanky green lands on the pair's ledge and allows her rider to dismount. Sabella practically scurries down off of her neck, unbuckling her helmet and tossing it onto the ground. "What part of my conversation with you about him pushing my boundaries made it okay for you to go and do the same kind of crap? Really, E'sren." She begins unbuttoning her jacket because even with the tinge of rage to her controlled voice, she's apparently planning on staying awhile? Women.

And really... he kind of expected it. Not in the way you know something is going to happen, but within Ahruth's awareness there was a grey smudge of premonition. And here she is. << Hello Ghislaith, >> he meekly greets the green, and like any gentleman would he budges over to make enough room for her to keep her distance so she won't have to touch him, anticipating this as something she might appreciate. If she even stays. He also says, << She's coming in, >> just as Sabella does so, so E'sren has at least a little time to wince inwardly. "Thanks." He straightens at the same time, squares his shoulders against her... whatever it is she's going to throw at him. And rolls his eyes. "Of course you ''already'' know. Why am I not surprised. I get why you ran from the room crying, he's really something else." With one hand dragging back through his hair he tries to come up with something more to say and shrugs a shoulder, averts his eyes to the floor.

Ghislaith, she'll never be prom queen. Not with that attitude. The green keeps her distance from Ahruth, her typically antisocial demeanor influnced even more greatly by Sabella's irritation. << Hello. >> Tight, reluctant and full of a heavy, pregnant silence. Her rider pulls her jacket off and tosses it onto the ground by where E'sren's has landed. "You did ''not'' answer my question just now. This isn't about K'zin, this is about ''us''." There's a good deal of finger jabbing at him and then at the space in between the two of them. Finally she just lets her arms fall to her sides and watches him. He's not looking at her and she looks as if she'd like to say something else too, but instead just bites down on her lip and focuses on some spot behind him.

She's waiting for an answer and he doesn't have one. Not yet. His other hand joins the first in his hair, grabbing fingerfuls of it and burying deep; he's squeezing his eyes shut too and his jaw is clenched. Just when it might seem like he's about to explode or just shatter into a million stony pieces he exhales through his nose and, with his eyes closed, speaks. "I'm sorry." And just like that E'sren moves his palms down to cover his face and scrubs at it, drops his hands and looks at her. And in looking at her suddenly it all boils up again and he gestures vaguely. "What am I supposed to do? When you're so upset that you're crying about something? Just be like 'eh, she's tough she can handle it'? If I'm not gonna help you then what good am I?"

Sabella lifts her arms and then lets them drop again, fingers wiggling and clenching helplessly at her sides. "You're sorry, everyone is always sorry. Aren't they?" She asks, taking a deep breath and exhaling it through her nose very slowly. It's probably more rhetorical than something that's addressed at E'sren spefically. It takes a moment or two before she finally turns back to look at him, watching the way that he drops his hands. "I ''can'' handle it. And I'd appreciate it if you didn't do that again. I'm a big girl, I take care my own problems even if they make me upset. I don't need a hero." The irritation is starting to fade even now, maybe it's the look on his face.

That doesn't help. It's almost like E'sren can't... ''understand''. Not her, specifically, but... what she's saying? His dark eyes narrow and his forehead wrinkles. "So you want me to just... leave you on your own?" He stands there, away from her, but leaning ever so subtly in her direction and all tense across the shoulders. His lips part but nothing comes out right away. Then something does. "Sabella I'm... ''here''. For you. And I get that you're strong, I know that. I see it every day. But you don't have to be strong all by yourself anymore. And I don't know about everyone, but ''I'm'' sorry that what I did pissed you off, but I'm not sorry I did it. I'm not sorry I stuck up for you, even if you didn't need it or me or... I'm not saying you need me. I'm just saying that if you're hurt or scared..." Words fail him and he trails off, and there's a pause, and then he just indicates himself with both hands.

"I want you to respect me when I ask you to stay out of something. Not go and argue with K'zin out in the bowl." It comes with a sigh of exasperation. But then Sabella takes another one of those breaths and finally just shakes her head. "Look. I know that you're ''here'' everyday. I just don't, I don't know how to deal with it. I'm used to being around a lot of people but being ''alone'' still. It's not something you can just shake off. You're hard to understand." E'sren. E'sren is hard to understand? Well, maybe to someone like ''her.'' He indicates himself and she bites down on her lower lip, easing forward a little and reaching out to catch one of his hands. To squeeze his fingers tightly.

It's a shrugged affair, that two-handed gesture at himself, and just before they both drop the one hand she reaches for stays, the other falls. E'sren curls his fingers around hers squeezing and looks at those two joined parts of them. At least there's that. He's hard to understand? There's an eyebrow lift for that. And he looks at her, serious face, and quirks his mouth. "I get that you can't just flip a switch. But as not used to not being alone anymore as you are, I can't not try to take care of you, lamely but... I ''have'' to do it, because to not do it... I'd have to be okay with just leaving you to whatever." Another shrug. "And I'm not." And maybe the grip he has on her hand loosense a little, in case she ''doesn't'' stay, she can easily pull it free.

He quirks his mouth. It's something to catch on to beside just the tips of his fingers. She tugs more tightly at them, pulling him towards herself. "You know..." Sabs starts off slowly, letting her own smile begin to perk up the corners of her mouth just a little. "You want to rush out and be my hero. But I can't seem to get you to kiss me for more than a few seconds at a time. Maybe I'm going to have to play the damsel in distress if it means you're going to come take care of me." She sighs wistfully, switching the tone of their conversation with ease. At least, that is if he'll let her. "Should I do more fainting and putting my hand to my forehead?" Which she does, enacting a very dramatic pose just for him.

With slow, shuffling steps he comes closer, obedient to that tug, still looking really kind of sorry and unsure, she might feel the shakiness in his hand. But he rises to her teasing and his grin is quiet and warm. "Damsel in distress isn't my favorite look on you," he replies, fond. Yeah, he'll let her. More than let. And right when she pulls that dramatic pose he takes the last step, closing up all that troublesome space from before that stretched between them. E'sren tilts his head down at her, smiles. "I know I've been... hm." There's no easy description that sums up all the times he's had an opportunity to steal little moments; to make out with her on the couch; to touch her beyond just holding hands and the occassional innocent this or that, or a close hug. So instead of trying to come up with something that would only barely suffice he just bends to a kiss. Usually he'd kiss her quickly, pull back; this kiss is not one of those kisses, and his other hand goes to her back to press her in against him.

"You know that you've been...?" Sabs repeats, trailing off just then. She waits to see if he's going to fill in the blanks for her or if he'll just let it hang there. His kiss now though, it's better than any words he could have possibly presented to her in this moment. She untangles her hand from his fingers and wraps one around his neck, the other going to touch his face. That press on her back might as well be an open invitation to press her body against him fully, giving in to the length of their lips together. So she's going to indulge in this contact, enjoy feeling E'sren pay her a little extra attention than he might normally.

Yeah she'll have to forgive him for just kind of letting that hang. To say she's allowed to take whatever liberties or invitations she wants is unnecessary, he's not complaining. And even now, when it's probably more likely that he'd pull away, give her a smile, make a joke... they haven't done this yet. This is new. And for all that he might have been gentlemanly, polite even, and taken it slow with her before, right now he feels her hands on him and the gentle press of her slender frame up against him and with confidence he uses that freed hand to take her hip and squeeze it with his long fingers. Months and months of being near her and unable to do anything about anything, and months on top of that for who knows how long before that, before Ahruth even happened, before Candidacy, all of that build up... It's like a light's gone on.

She's grown so accustomed to this, them. That when it goes beyond just a few extra seconds of fleeting intimacy, there's an element of surprise that overtakes her. It's just a spare moment that pauses Sabs, when his hand drops down and squeezes her hip. It would be an understatement then to suggest she's ''just'' pleased. Not if the smile that curves her lips against his is any indication, not if the slipping of her hand from his face and into his hair is any little hint. ''She's'' been waiting for this moment when E'sren stops being quite so gentlemanly and maybe takes some advantage of the situation. And she won't be discouraging the feel of his hand on her back, the pressure of his fingers or the length of the kiss.

Outside, Ahruth has been largely just trying to make himself as small as possible, an increasingly more difficult feat as the days go by and he gets longer and longer. And as the dragons have been arguing and rattling their chains or blowing their sand or freezing their seas, Ahruth listens and stares down at the bowl as if he might see them all gathered there. Later, he will tell E'sren Later. Give his rider this moment, safely stowed away with Sabella, and just in case the dragon puts up a subtle partition between them, to give him his privacy and to keep him from Knowing. Which is a blessing, and E'sren will be thankful later. There's a sudden heated urgency in the way his hands grip the greenrider in those two places they happen to be right now, but then suddenly he's tipping his chin down to break their kiss; he grins down at her but doesn't meet her eyes at first. When he does, ''his'' eyes are much warmer than normal. "I, uh-" his voice cracks so he pauses, then tries again, "Do you..." Kind of.

Ghislaith shut the windows, drew the shades and locked all of the doors when the commotion began outside. Dragons she never knew, golds she wouldn't remember even if she did. They're all hardly important to her. Sure they might be to her rider, but she seems to be plenty distracted currently. Sabs isn't a difficult sell on what's happening right now. The fingers that she's slipped into his hair find a grip and she tips her chin up to meet that intensity, to stoke the fires higher as she keeps her slender form pressed into his. A not so subtle reminder that she's here, right here. He breaks the kiss and she makes a little complaining noise for that, some flash of frustration for his desire to talk ''now''. "No." She doesn't really know what he's asking, but if it has anything to do with stopping, no. And she pulls herself up to him to capture his lips again, the aggressor this time.

The quick disappearance of his smile suggests that E'sren wasn't asking if she wanted to ''stop'', but might have been more ''keep going''. So 'no' is obviously not the answer he was expecting. And if that's the case then understandably he's not expecting her to sweep him back up again, but then that happens and there might be a half-second where he's confused but he gets over it. He grins into it, his mouth curving against hers, while their world rocks a little bit outside. Later. At first the way he wraps her in his arms might just seem an embrace, but she might notice how he loses an inch in height when his knees bend just a little, and she'll definitely notice when he regains it and her feet leave the ground. He wants to take her with him over to the couch, and if he gets that far he also wants to lay her down on it in front of the fireplace, where some coals still smolder. And if he gets ''that'' far, he's going to join her too.

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Logs:Not Alone

2013-05-18T01:31:34Z

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| who = Sabella, E'sren
| where = E'sren's weyr, HRW
| what = Right on the heels of his having a Talk with K'zin, Sabella comes to dole one out herself.
| when = Day 26, month 9, turn 31
| gamedate = 2013.05.12
| quote = "What part of my conversation with you about him pushing my boundaries made it okay for you to go and do the same kind of crap?"
| weather =
| categories =
| mentions = K'zin
| ooc = Takes place right after [http://hrweyr.net/Logs:Playing_Heroes_and_Villains Logs:Playing_Heroes_and_Villains]. But it took a really long time to do. XD
| icons = sabella headtilt.jpg, e'sren 3.jpg
| log =

Bosom Buddies Weyr, High Reaches Weyr 
The entrance to the inner weyr is narrow, and it features a series of hooks on the ceiling on which a large tapestry of intricately woven blue designs is hung across like a curtain, bisecting the weyr to separate rider and dragon quarters. Further in, along the outside curve of the wall, a storage closet has been hollowed out, its door hung with another blue tapestry, another commemoration for Ahruth; he keeps a modest wooden wardrobe there, presumably for clothes. Past that, the back lobe of the weyr has a rounded, smoothed white-stone fireplace decorated with more intricate carved designs that seem grown out of the rock as they support the broad mantle. On it rests a pretty multi-colored rock, shimmering with indigo, violet, and olive, and some other figurines and trinkets. Set in front of the hearth are a large grey couch and overstuffed armchair, both with colorful quilts, and a pretty rug and low table. Further back, behind an unfolded wooden accordion partition, the sleeping area is cozy with a couple of oil lamps on the walls for warmer light. The bed itself is large enough for two and made from some light greyish wood that makes for a sturdy frame. It's piled with blankets and quilts, a motley assortment of both, and plenty of pillows. There are a few other rugs and some wall hangings up, with some other odds and ends here and there from different places around Pern.

Out on the ledge, Ahruth rests. He isn't sleeping, he's alert, watching the sky and gazing down at the lake as the light from the day begins to fade. His wings shift against his back and he resettles his tail. Totally at peace and content. Inside, past his bright blue beacon of a body, E'sren is showing signs of just now getting in. Even though the dragon has relaxed into a nice repose, the rider is still stripping off his jacket, tossing it at a chair; it doesn't stick and melts into a leathery puddle on the floor. Unnoticed by him, as he's preoccupied looking down at his shaking hands. His fingers flex in and out of fists and he shakes them loose to get rid of the unsteadiness, then leans into his hands on the back of the couch, takes a deep breath.

Poor Ahruth, he's so relaxed. He's not going to expect the loud crash that's Ghislaith entering the periphery of his mind. She doesn't full approach him but she makes sure that he knows that she's there and she's coming to his weyr. Right now. The long, lanky green lands on the pair's ledge and allows her rider to dismount. Sabella practically scurries down off of her neck, unbuckling her helmet and tossing it onto the ground. "What part of my conversation with you about him pushing my boundaries made it okay for you to go and do the same kind of crap? Really, E'sren." She begins unbuttoning her jacket because even with the tinge of rage to her controlled voice, she's apparently planning on staying awhile? Women.

And really... he kind of expected it. Not in the way you know something is going to happen, but within Ahruth's awareness there was a grey smudge of premonition. And here she is. << Hello Ghislaith, >> he meekly greets the green, and like any gentleman would he budges over to make enough room for her to keep her distance so she won't have to touch him, anticipating this as something she might appreciate. If she even stays. He also says, << She's coming in, >> just as Sabella does so, so E'sren has at least a little time to wince inwardly. "Thanks." He straightens at the same time, squares his shoulders against her... whatever it is she's going to throw at him. And rolls his eyes. "Of course you ''already'' know. Why am I not surprised. I get why you ran from the room crying, he's really something else." With one hand dragging back through his hair he tries to come up with something more to say and shrugs a shoulder, averts his eyes to the floor.

Ghislaith, she'll never be prom queen. Not with that attitude. The green keeps her distance from Ahruth, her typically antisocial demeanor influnced even more greatly by Sabella's irritation. << Hello. >> Tight, reluctant and full of a heavy, pregnant silence. Her rider pulls her jacket off and tosses it onto the ground by where E'sren's has landed. "You did ''not'' answer my question just now. This isn't about K'zin, this is about ''us''." There's a good deal of finger jabbing at him and then at the space in between the two of them. Finally she just lets her arms fall to her sides and watches him. He's not looking at her and she looks as if she'd like to say something else too, but instead just bites down on her lip and focuses on some spot behind him.

She's waiting for an answer and he doesn't have one. Not yet. His other hand joins the first in his hair, grabbing fingerfuls of it and burying deep; he's squeezing his eyes shut too and his jaw is clenched. Just when it might seem like he's about to explode or just shatter into a million stony pieces he exhales through his nose and, with his eyes closed, speaks. "I'm sorry." And just like that E'sren moves his palms down to cover his face and scrubs at it, drops his hands and looks at her. And in looking at her suddenly it all boils up again and he gestures vaguely. "What am I supposed to do? When you're so upset that you're crying about something? Just be like 'eh, she's tough she can handle it'? If I'm not gonna help you then what good am I?"

Sabella lifts her arms and then lets them drop again, fingers wiggling and clenching helplessly at her sides. "You're sorry, everyone is always sorry. Aren't they?" She asks, taking a deep breath and exhaling it through her nose very slowly. It's probably more rhetorical than something that's addressed at E'sren spefically. It takes a moment or two before she finally turns back to look at him, watching the way that he drops his hands. "I ''can'' handle it. And I'd appreciate it if you didn't do that again. I'm a big girl, I take care my own problems even if they make me upset. I don't need a hero." The irritation is starting to fade even now, maybe it's the look on his face.

That doesn't help. It's almost like E'sren can't... ''understand''. Not her, specifically, but... what she's saying? His dark eyes narrow and his forehead wrinkles. "So you want me to just... leave you on your own?" He stands there, away from her, but leaning ever so subtly in her direction and all tense across the shoulders. His lips part but nothing comes out right away. Then something does. "Sabella I'm... ''here''. For you. And I get that you're strong, I know that. I see it every day. But you don't have to be strong all by yourself anymore. And I don't know about everyone, but ''I'm'' sorry that what I did pissed you off, but I'm not sorry I did it. I'm not sorry I stuck up for you, even if you didn't need it or me or... I'm not saying you need me. I'm just saying that if you're hurt or scared..." Words fail him and he trails off, and there's a pause, and then he just indicates himself with both hands.

"I want you to respect me when I ask you to stay out of something. Not go and argue with K'zin out in the bowl." It comes with a sigh of exasperation. But then Sabella takes another one of those breaths and finally just shakes her head. "Look. I know that you're ''here'' everyday. I just don't, I don't know how to deal with it. I'm used to being around a lot of people but being ''alone'' still. It's not something you can just shake off. You're hard to understand." E'sren. E'sren is hard to understand? Well, maybe to someone like ''her.'' He indicates himself and she bites down on her lower lip, easing forward a little and reaching out to catch one of his hands. To squeeze his fingers tightly.

It's a shrugged affair, that two-handed gesture at himself, and just before they both drop the one hand she reaches for stays, the other falls. E'sren curls his fingers around hers squeezing and looks at those two joined parts of them. At least there's that. He's hard to understand? There's an eyebrow lift for that. And he looks at her, serious face, and quirks his mouth. "I get that you can't just flip a switch. But as not used to not being alone anymore as you are, I can't not try to take care of you, lamely but... I ''have'' to do it, because to not do it... I'd have to be okay with just leaving you to whatever." Another shrug. "And I'm not." And maybe the grip he has on her hand loosense a little, in case she ''doesn't'' stay, she can easily pull it free.

He quirks his mouth. It's something to catch on to beside just the tips of his fingers. She tugs more tightly at them, pulling him towards herself. "You know..." Sabs starts off slowly, letting her own smile begin to perk up the corners of her mouth just a little. "You want to rush out and be my hero. But I can't seem to get you to kiss me for more than a few seconds at a time. Maybe I'm going to have to play the damsel in distress if it means you're going to come take care of me." She sighs wistfully, switching the tone of their conversation with ease. At least, that is if he'll let her. "Should I do more fainting and putting my hand to my forehead?" Which she does, enacting a very dramatic pose just for him.

With slow, shuffling steps he comes closer, obedient to that tug, still looking really kind of sorry and unsure, she might feel the shakiness in his hand. But he rises to her teasing and his grin is quiet and warm. "Damsel in distress isn't my favorite look on you," he replies, fond. Yeah, he'll let her. More than let. And right when she pulls that dramatic pose he takes the last step, closing up all that troublesome space from before that stretched between them. E'sren tilts his head down at her, smiles. "I know I've been... hm." There's no easy description that sums up all the times he's had an opportunity to steal little moments; to make out with her on the couch; to touch her beyond just holding hands and the occassional innocent this or that, or a close hug. So instead of trying to come up with something that would only barely suffice he just bends to a kiss. Usually he'd kiss her quickly, pull back; this kiss is not one of those kisses, and his other hand goes to her back to press her in against him.

"You know that you've been...?" Sabs repeats, trailing off just then. She waits to see if he's going to fill in the blanks for her or if he'll just let it hang there. His kiss now though, it's better than any words he could have possibly presented to her in this moment. She untangles her hand from his fingers and wraps one around his neck, the other going to touch his face. That press on her back might as well be an open invitation to press her body against him fully, giving in to the length of their lips together. So she's going to indulge in this contact, enjoy feeling E'sren pay her a little extra attention than he might normally.

Yeah she'll have to forgive him for just kind of letting that hang. To say she's allowed to take whatever liberties or invitations she wants is unnecessary, he's not complaining. And even now, when it's probably more likely that he'd pull away, give her a smile, make a joke... they haven't done this yet. This is new. And for all that he might have been gentlemanly, polite even, and taken it slow with her before, right now he feels her hands on him and the gentle press of her slender frame up against him and with confidence he uses that freed hand to take her hip and squeeze it with his long fingers. Months and months of being near her and unable to do anything about anything, and months on top of that for who knows how long before that, before Ahruth even happened, before Candidacy, all of that build up... It's like a light's gone on.

She's grown so accustomed to this, them. That when it goes beyond just a few extra seconds of fleeting intimacy, there's an element of surprise that overtakes her. It's just a spare moment that pauses Sabs, when his hand drops down and squeezes her hip. It would be an understatement then to suggest she's ''just'' pleased. Not if the smile that curves her lips against his is any indication, not if the slipping of her hand from his face and into his hair is any little hint. ''She's'' been waiting for this moment when E'sren stops being quite so gentlemanly and maybe takes some advantage of the situation. And she won't be discouraging the feel of his hand on her back, the pressure of his fingers or the length of the kiss.

Outside, Ahruth has been largely just trying to make himself as small as possible, an increasingly more difficult feat as the days go by and he gets longer and longer. And as the dragons have been arguing and rattling their chains or blowing their sand or freezing their seas, Ahruth listens and stares down at the bowl as if he might see them all gathered there. Later, he will tell E'sren Later. Give his rider this moment, safely stowed away with Sabella, and just in case the dragon puts up a subtle partition between them, to give him his privacy and to keep him from Knowing. Which is a blessing, and E'sren will be thankful later. There's a sudden heated urgency in the way his hands grip the greenrider in those two places they happen to be right now, but then suddenly he's tipping his chin down to break their kiss; he grins down at her but doesn't meet her eyes at first. When he does, ''his'' eyes are much warmer than normal. "I, uh-" his voice cracks so he pauses, then tries again, "Do you..." Kind of.

Ghislaith shut the windows, drew the shades and locked all of the doors when the commotion began outside. Dragons she never knew, golds she wouldn't remember even if she did. They're all hardly important to her. Sure they might be to her rider, but she seems to be plenty distracted currently. Sabs isn't a difficult sell on what's happening right now. The fingers that she's slipped into his hair find a grip and she tips her chin up to meet that intensity, to stoke the fires higher as she keeps her slender form pressed into his. A not so subtle reminder that she's here, right here. He breaks the kiss and she makes a little complaining noise for that, some flash of frustration for his desire to talk ''now''. "No." She doesn't really know what he's asking, but if it has anything to do with stopping, no. And she pulls herself up to him to capture his lips again, the aggressor this time.

The quick disappearance of his smile suggests that E'sren wasn't asking if she wanted to ''stop'', but might have been more ''keep going''. So 'no' is obviously not the answer he was expecting. And if that's the case then understandably he's not expecting her to sweep him back up again, but then that happens and there might be a half-second where he's confused but he gets over it. He grins into it, his mouth curving against hers, while their world rocks a little bit outside. Later. At first the way he wraps her in his arms might just seem an embrace, but she might notice how he loses an inch in height when his knees bend just a little, and she'll definitely notice when he regains it and her feet leave the ground. He wants to take her with him over to the couch, and if he gets that far he also wants to lay her down on it in front of the fireplace, where some coals still smolder. And if he gets ''that'' far, he's going to join her too.

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[[Azaylia/Comments|Azaylia]] ([[User:Dragonshy|Dragonshy]] ([[User talk:Dragonshy|talk]])) left a comment on Tue, 14 May 2013 07:12:50 GMT.

<comment date="2013-05-14T07:12:50Z" name="Azaylia" signature="[[User:Dragonshy|Dragonshy]] ([[User talk:Dragonshy|talk]])">
That was one hell of a bomb to drop, K'del. Z'ian. TSANTH. My goodness. But man... just man. And I thought that secret would never get out. I'm loving all of the dragon pros, and I'm so glad I got to be a part of it.
Again, what a ''bomb'' to drop!
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Yay catalyst!
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Logs talk:Sweet Turned Sour

2013-05-13T12:23:20Z

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[[Nicky/Comments|Nicky]] ([[User:Nicky|Nicky]] ([[User talk:Nicky|talk]])) left a comment on Mon, 13 May 2013 06:13:59 GMT.

<comment date="2013-05-13T06:13:59Z" name="Nicky" signature="[[User:Nicky|Nicky]] ([[User talk:Nicky|talk]])">
Hahaha. XD I think this is the first time I've found Rasavyth somewhat... endearing. XD great vig!
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<comment date="2013-05-13T06:22:43Z" name="Azaylia" signature="[[User:Dragonshy|Dragonshy]] ([[User talk:Dragonshy|talk]])">
Geez Rasavyth, you're such an asshole. ...Still. You're ''our'' asshole.
The paraphrased 'blah blahs' did it for me. XD
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<comment date="2013-05-13T06:43:48Z" name="Tela" signature="[[User:Tela|Tela]] ([[User talk:Tela|talk]])">
Two words: [http://www.marketingfirst.co.nz/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/gary-larson-what-we-say-to-dogs-what-dogs-hear.jpg Far Side.]

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<comment date="2013-05-13T12:23:20Z" name="Eliv" signature="[[User:Eliv|Eliv]] ([[User talk:Eliv|talk]])">
Wow, if that's the kind of behavior Rasavyth was after all along, I fear for the Weyr. XD
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Logs:Ruffled Feathers

2013-05-13T00:37:40Z

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| who = E'sren, Sabella
| where = Passage to the storage caverns, HRW
| what = E'sren is just going to go get something, we never find out what, and he runs into a slightly upset Sabella on her way back from talking to K'zin.
| when = Day 26, month 9, turn 31
| gamedate = 2013.05.12
| quote = I'm not running. I really just want to get out to the bowl...
| weather =
| categories =
| mentions = K'zin
| ooc = This takes place just after [http://hrweyr.net/Logs:No_Rainbows_or_Unicorns Logs:No Rainbows or Unicorns].
| icons = e'sren 34.jpg, sabella hand2.png
| log =

Storerooms, High Reaches Weyr 
Massive in scale, the Weyr's main storage passage connects to the kitchen on one end and the outbound tunnel on the other. Large enough to admit a wagon laden with goods, the tunnel easily permits the unloading and organization of supplies into the various storerooms.
Branching off from this corridor are multiple caverns, the nearer two being 'open' stores from which residents can readily help themselves, while the deeper stores are kept locked up tight with a posted sign and inventory hung on a hook outside of each. An alcove next to the public stores serves as a catch-all area for reshelving items whose destination is uncertain; two sets of stone shelving and several bins hold these items neatly until a stores assistant has a moment to deal with them. 
Though the storage caverns vary in size, shape, and the smoothness of their walls, all belong to the same system: whitewashed walls, swept floors, and most importantly, neatly labeled and inventoried shelves providing ample space to stow all the supplies a busy Weyr needs. Though there's no direct internal lighting, a glowbasket may be brought in from the niche outside each cavern, the better to ward off pests and the inky dark of deep caves.

An aimless whistling echoes in the large passage that leads towards the storage caverns. It's a slow, lilting tune. E'sren makes his way down the tunnel with his hands in his pockets, his steps slow and leisurely. He walks like a person who knows where he's going but doesn't need to get there very quickly. It's okay, he has time. Occassionally he'll look down at his shoes, like now; he kicks at a pebble and it ricochets off one of the walls.

It's the sound of wheels rolling down the stone floors of the tunnel. Moving with the energy of a person that's proceeding at a clipped pace and eager to get to their destination. Sabella appears sharply from around one of the corners, pushing her cart full of paint cans, rollers and other things quickly and with determination. And that's to say nothing of the little bit of redness around the rims of her eyes and the very light sniffle. She sees E'sren. She also doesn't want to see E'sren right now and so tries to speed on by him. "Hello. See you later!" Is given in a mock cheerful voice and she breezily moves on right past him, like this was normal.

The whistling pauses when the cart noises pick up and it doesn't come back, E'sren's curious to see who's coming. He sees Sabella before she sees him, and to not only see a familiar face but ''her'' familiar face has him smiling. That's what she'll see when she sees him, his smiling face; and that's what she ends up snubbing, until he gets a good look at her eyes, and he hears her and then she doesn't stop, then the smile falters. "Um." He whirls around on one foot and about faces to follow her in her hurry, luckily his legs are a little longer. "Hey can you slow down a second?" And let him catch up? In more ways than one?

That's just perfect. Of course, she couldn't have realistically thought she would just brush past E'sren like that without him hurrying up behind her and trying to catch up. But a girl can dream, especially when she's just in no mood to talk. "Oh, uh. I'm sort of- I just want to get this stuff back to my weyr. It's almost time for me to go and get something to eat." No it's not. She's knows that he knows it's not. With a sigh, she exhales and drops the clipped pace to just a fast walk. She pries one hand away from the cart to rub at her eyes.

Yeah it's all weird. E'sren is tilting his head to try to look at her, but her face is tilted down too far and she's also trying to not be seen so it's not easy. He furrows his brow at her when she starts talking, trying to get out of... talking to him? Seeing him? Since he has no idea what's happening his mind automatically goes to weird places. "What do you mean? Why're you running?" 'From me?' is implied. And then she does slow down, but she's rubbing at her eyes, and they were red, and there was the sniffle, and he's only ever seen her cry once and that was when she fell out of the air, and ''is'' she crying? "Hey," and he reaches for not her but her cart because maybe he can stop that at least.

"I'm not running. I really just want to get out to the bowl, Ghislaith is there waiting for me." That's all the truth. She's not physically running, she does really want to get to the bowl and Ghislaith ''is'' waiting. E'sren reaches for her cart and does stop it and it's one long moment before she just rolls her eyes to the ceiling and stares. A long moment before she sneaks forward and wraps her arms around his waist and sinks her forehead against his chest. "Would you think I was an awful person if I just didn't feel like talking to someone? For awhile? Like a long while?"

He could even find out for himself that Ghislaith is waiting, and really Ahruth might be waiting too and has already confirmed that as he tries to stay out of the green's way but also still make attempts at being companions, as per usual. E'sren isn't exactly thrilled when the cart stops because now there's nothing to do but stand there and wait for her to say whatever his imagination has thought up, all bad things, but he waits nonetheless. Waits while she averts her eyes, but does take the moment to look at her, to see the redness, maybe even a hint of a wet shine on her cheek; his eyes melt when he sees that, and it's that sad, confused face he gives her as she's sneaking in for that hug. He's still wearing it when he hugs her back, arms around her shoulders. He tilts his head to look down at her, as if that might help him understand her words. "Depends, are you talking about me?" Not likely, considering what they're doing right now. "I could never think you're awful. Tell me what's wrong," he asks; please?

Sabella leans into the hug and takes a breath, exhaling slowly as she keeps her arms looped around his waist. It's not a tight grip, just a comfortable one. "No, I'm not talking about you." Something in that makes her laugh and she shakes her head, rubbing her forehead on that spot on his chest. "I just- I had this falling out with K'zin a few months ago. And I really haven't felt like talking to him, I don't hate him. I just sort of want him to leave me alone or act normal or something. But it feels like whenever he's near me he's asking questions or offering to help me. None of it feels natural or like he's doing it be nice. But just to- I don't know." She sucks in her breath and begins to untangle a little. "This is idiotic, I'm upset for no reason really. It's not that big of a deal."

She can laugh. He would laugh too if she didn't just mention K'zin's name. There's something odd about his expression now. It isn't mad, it certainly isn't confused anymore. It's just... ''Focused'' is good. He had been playing with a strand of her hair, a favorite pasttime of his, until that point, and that's what he's paused doing to process what she says next. All of it. Before she begins to pull away or detach he quickly kisses the top of her head, his hands sliding down her arms to give them a squeeze around the bicep. When she pulls back enough to see him, if she's looking, he isn't. He's staring down the passage the way she just came as if he expects their fellow weyrling to show up any second now. "Did you just see him? Just now?" 'Leave me alone'. 'Act normal'. Put those together with her walking alone as fast as she can away from a meeting in the storage rooms, crying, and it isn't hard to see where E'sren's mind is going ''now''.

E'sren's closeness does a lot to soothe her ruffled feathers. Even though she's pulling back, she's not pulling away. Instead she ends up hooking her fingers in the pockets of his jacket and tugging on them as she peeks up at him. "Yeah, he was in the room with the paint cans with me." Sabs narrows her eyes and looks at him, her lips beginning to purse. "Don't you dare go in there and have some sort of a conversation with him. It's really not that big of a deal at all, it's just... Annoying. He wanted me to forgive him and be friends and I just want space to come to it on my own." As if that focused look on the bluerider's face is starting to hint at something to her, "Really."

The tug brings his attention down where it probably should be anyway, down to her. He notes the look on ''her'' face and the brow does the furrow again. The tears might be gone, but when he brushes her cheek with his thumb he remembers they were there at one point. Eyebrows up on 'forgive', then right back down again, E'sren narrows his eyes and asks very calmly, "Forgive him for what? Did he make you cry in there?" This is a new thing. He isn't smiling, there's no grins, no jokes. And his voice hasn't ever been pitched quite like this.

"He stopped talking to me for awhile." Sabella sighs and glances away, twisting her fingers into the fabric of his pockets. "Then when he wanted to again, I was angry with him. We were ''friends.'' He was one of the first friends that I had here and then... he was avoiding me and gone. It felt awful. He did apologize." His next question has her shaking her head. "Not like that. He feels like I'm abandoning our friendship now and he doesn't blame us. But he said I had to tell him I didn't want to talk to him anymore. And that's ''not'' what I've been saying, I just wanted the space. Then I thought he wanted to touch me and I just... I left. That's all." And got quietly upset on the way out.

E'sren was never un-calm to begin with so there isn't anywhere else to go, but he is reassured by her explanation. Nothing bad happened to her, alone with K'zin. And maybe he does harbor that pent-up protectiveness from before, when she was upset, but she doesn't have to know that he's filing anything away for later. He just shows her the truth, which is concern for her, and loops an arm around her waist to pull her in and drop another kiss to the crown of her head. "I'm sorry you two are having a hard time. It sounds like he ''does'' need to give you some space." Nevermind that he wanted to touch her, though he does close his eyes above her, out of sight, to absorb that. Ugh. "And I'm sorry you got upset, but I bet it'll work out. And ''I'm'' not avoiding you and gone."

She doesn't have to know and she can't know, really. Since she's yet to develop the ability to read minds, unfortunately. That would be useful though! Instead the twisty fingers in his jacket just continue and she allows herself to pulled against him. She slips her hands out of his pocket and instead loops her arms around his neck. "I think that he probably will now, for awhile." Sabs is not minding that kiss he drops the crown of her head either and she takes the opportunity to rest her chin onto his shoulder. "I know that you're not avoiding me. I'm really glad that we're friends." There's a simple contentment in that statement.

Since she's a little closer to his eye level he lavishes her with some more attention in an effort to make her feel better, kissing next her forehead, then the little tip of her nose until she goes for his shoulder, then it's her cheek, her neck. "I'm really glad that we're friends too," E'sren replies in kind, close to her ear, which he kisses next for good measure, right there on her earlobe. After that little moment he pulls back and reaches for her cart, because he's not going to let her push it now that he's here, and suggests, "Let's go take this stuff to your place. You got some paint? Are we gonna paint?"

This is... possibly a little more attention than she's used to getting from E'sren. At least in the lavishing department. She laughs as his lips move from spot to spot and she squeezes her arms around his neck. If there's any lingering sadness from her encounter a few minutes earlier, it's just about gone. She makes a point to lean forward and up, to brush her mouth onto his. At least briefly before he can pull completely back. "And some sandpaper. A ''lot'' of sandpaper. I need to wear some layers of the old crap off first." And well, if he's going to push the cart she's not going to get in his way. It is kind of heavy.

And it's a little more than he's used to giving, which might play into him so suddenly moving for the cart in an attempt to make less of a deal out of it than he just did ''doing'' it. But he did return her kiss with the same warmth and affection, his attentions might not come very often now but when they do he means them. He pushes her cart for her like a gentleman, though it takes a rough shove to get it going again, and grins. "Sounds like a plan. Out with the old, in with the new." E'sren's grin turns on her and gone are the worry lines, the severe concern.

It's there and gone in a flash. Sabs sighs when he breaks fully away and she drops her arms, letting them curl around her in a self-hug. But it's not something that you can push, though she does look just a little bit disappointed. And so he pushes her cart and she falls in-line beside him, occasionally reaching forward to balance something that rocks too much in the pile. On the walk to the bowl she'll keep them entertained, gossiping about that day that Telavi bailed on more drills because of her you-know-what and how amazing and funny it was that all those people rushed up to see if she was really dying or not.

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2013-05-13T00:27:42Z

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2013-05-13T00:26:18Z

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2013-05-13T00:25:22Z

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Logs:Payout.

2013-05-11T21:05:13Z

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{{ Log
| who = E'sren
| where = E'sren's weyr, HRW
| what = E'sren receives a weyrwarming present from his family. And a surprising revelation.
| when = Day 13, Month 9, Turn 31
| gamedate = 2013.05.05
| quote =
| weather =
| categories = Vignette
| mentions =
| ooc = This takes place a couple of days IC after the weyrlings pick their weyrs. Also goes to this song a bit - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tt1YexHydlc
| icons =
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''Don't be afraid of what's to come, remember who we raised you to be. Remember your father, and be the kind of man who does the right thing. Be honest, be true. You have a home now, protect it with all you got. I love you, baby, forever and ever.''

E'sren reads over the note his mother left one more time before folding it again, the creases well-worn. He's done this a few times already.

He sits on the couch in his weyr, with the package she told him he'd find, exactly where she told him he'd find it. It was large, and he hadn't opened it yet because he didn't know if he was ready for what he'd find inside. It was a weird shape, he couldn't tell what it was going to be. But he reaches over now for it, shifting to turn himself towards it while he unties the twine binding the cloth as wrapping.

When the first fold peels away he pauses, recognizing immediately the shade of wood, and he has to take a deep, steadying breath to continue unwrapping. At first it's just the neck of the guitar, then as he pulls downward he uncovers the curve of the body of it, the smooth polish. He runs his fingers down the strings gently with reverence.

''Is that music?'' Ahruth asks, trying to see through the entrance from his wallow.

"Yeah buddy. You could say that," E'sren answers aloud, pulling it loose of the swaddle of cloth and cradling it in his lap. He strums his thumb down one string at a time, finding all the places where it's out of tune from unuse. He'll take care of that. "Pop's guitar. He taught me how to play it when I was a kid. Before he... before he died he told Ma to give it to me." And now here it is, and he thought he had to leave it behind when he went with the dragonrider.

So enthralled is he with this surprise that he doesn't notice at first that there's more in the package. It's only after he goes to move the bundle of cloth that he realizes a small pouch and another scrap of paper; a wad of bright blue yarn that turns out to be a long scarf with fringe at either end; along with a few smaller bundles wrapped in leather, which prove to be some of the things he had from before, little collectible things from placed he'd visited: little carvings, a shiny piece of black rock, etc. He smiles while discovering them one by one, then turns his attention to the second note.

''Your share'' it says, simply, and his brow furrows as he hesitantly picks up the little pouch. It couldn't be. But opening it proves that yes, it can. The pouch contains what might be considered a lot of marks to some people, though certainly not a fortune. Not even a small one. More than the amount was the meaning. A payout means a goodbye to the business, and even though he'll always be a Renai, he isn't a trader anymore.

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E'sren

2013-05-11T21:03:46Z

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{{HrwProfile
|picture=E'sren.jpg
|position=HRW Weyrling
|craft=Trade/MAGIC
|birthplace=High Reaches area, in the eye of a storm
|mother=Siobhan Renai
|father=Earyn Renai
|siblings=Eamon, Seamus, and Merilyn
|children=
|friends=
|playedby=Joseph Gordon-Levitt
|livejournal=}}

== Description ==
E'sren

Naturally upbeat, E'sren has a bark-y laugh and uses a lot of hand gestures. His face expresses well his personality, his cool coming through strongly, and his black eyes squint with every one of those big grins. His jaw is square and chiseled, strong with a good chin, and his nose is a little wide but it suits him. He wears those few inches of dark hair slicked back now that it's grown out of the weyrling buzz; his face is cleanshaven, never so much as a shadow of stubble. Beyond that, he's of average height; there's more muscle now than before though he still maintains that lean build. His voice is a low, smoky tenor. He's a sharp dresser, his choice of clothes on the effortlessly snappy, stylish side. His knot marks him a weyrling to a blue dragon at High Reaches; the silver thread is new, denoting him as a member of the weyrling leadership program.

Ahruth

Slick, slender, smooth; a speedster through and through. Gleaming polish buffs the blu cepheus of his hide, metallic bright, every inch of him built for speed - from the aerodynamic slope of his narrow nose to the slimness of his whipcord tail. Lightning-bright argento luna limns the streamlined curve of his spine, striking silver to the tips of his sleek 'ridges and out along the gullwing strength of his cyan-kissed wings. Acapulco darkness lines his undercarriage, road-slicked scuro along the inners of his slender legs, down to the dunkelblau and rubber of his treadmarked paws.

(thank you N'ky for Ahruth's desc! <3 for color guide - http://www.lambocars.com/pnt/)

== WYSK ==
- part of the Renai trading family, E'sren was an entertainer/sleight of hand artist by trade

- he has a loud, bark-y laugh and a low, smoky tenor

- goes by Chase

- Ahruth is a flashy dragon both in looks and in personality, neon blue in color and ''fast''

== D&D Persona ==
I Am A: Lawful Good Human Paladin (4th Level)
 Ability Scores: 
Strength-16 
Dexterity-16 
Constitution-15 
Intelligence-19 
Wisdom-14 
Charisma-15
 Alignment: Lawful Good A lawful good character acts as a good person is expected or required to act. He combines a commitment to oppose evil with the discipline to fight relentlessly. He tells the truth, keeps his word, helps those in need, and speaks out against injustice. A lawful good character hates to see the guilty go unpunished. Lawful good is the best alignment you can be because it combines honor and compassion. However, lawful good can be a dangerous alignment when it restricts freedom and criminalizes self-interest. 
 Race: Humans are the most adaptable of the common races. Short generations and a penchant for migration and conquest have made them physically diverse as well. Humans are often unorthodox in their dress, sporting unusual hairstyles, fanciful clothes, tattoos, and the like.
 Class: Paladins take their adventures seriously, and even a mundane mission is, in the heart of the paladin, a personal test an opportunity to demonstrate bravery, to learn tactics, and to find ways to do good. Divine power protects these warriors of virtue, warding off harm, protecting from disease, healing, and guarding against fear. The paladin can also direct this power to help others, healing wounds or curing diseases, and also use it to destroy evil. Experienced paladins can smite evil foes and turn away undead. A paladin's Wisdom score should be high, as this determines the maximum spell level that they can cast. Many of the paladin's special abilities also benefit from a high Charisma score.
 Find out <a href='http://www.easydamus.com/character.html' target='mt'>What Kind of Dungeons and Dragons Character Would You Be?</a>, courtesy of Easydamus <a href='mailto:zybstrski@excite.com'>(e-mail)</a> 

== History ==
E'sren used to be Rechasren, who was also Chase, a nickname he continues to prefer. He was a trader before being Searched, a salesman and entertainer with a high success rate and good sales record, but wasn't quite what his mother was thinking when it came to the future leadership of her life's work. So she practically threw her son at the search dragon and Chase showed up at the Weyr a couple of weeks before the eggs hatched.

He's an open, honest guy, laidback almost to a fault. Thus far with his fellow weyrlings he's been helpful and kind, if a bit high energy. Ahruth is the fast sports car. His element? Surprise. Bam.

== The Renai Family ==
{|
|-valign="top"
|[[Image:Earyn.jpg]]
|Earyn E'sren's father. Earyn died two years ago after the family was struck by a sickness acquired from food poisoning, along with his son, Eamon. The family is still trying to heal after their loss, even if they quickly filled in the holes left by his passing, sheer survival urging them to learn how to function without their patriarch.
|-valign="top"
|[[Image:Siobhan.jpg]]
|Siobhan E'sren's mother, Siobhan leads this branch of the family alone since the death of E'sren's father, her husband, two years ago. She's a tough lady with a sharp intellect, and she runs a tight ship, some might say she's overcompensating for being a woman, or to make absolutely sure she doesn't lose anyone else. But she's a good woman, fun in her own way, and she loves her family.
|-valign="top"
|[[Image:Eamon.jpg]]
|Eamon E'sren's older brother, deceased. He died two years ago from the same sickness that took his father. Eamon was E'sren's best friend, role model, partner in crime, everything a boy needs growing up rolled into one. The whole family felt this loss, but E'sren especially was heartbroken.
|-valign="top"
|[[Image:Seamus.jpg]]
|Seamus Seamus is E'sren's younger brother by two years and the next up for taking over their branch of the family. He's a levelheaded kid, kind of E'sren's opposite in a lot of ways, which is probably why he's now in the position to take over instead of his older brother. He helps with the books and the business, but also runs the stall.
|-valign="top"
|[[Image:Merilyn.jpg]]
|Merilyn Merilyn is E'sren's little sister. At fifteen years old, she's at that age where attitude is everything. She's always helped their mother run the stalls and acts as go-fer for them when they're posted, running messages to and from the caravan to keep communication with whoever leads the area. She and E'sren have a playful relationship together.
|-valign="top"
|[[Image:Harys.jpg]]
|Harys Siobhan's sister and E'sren's aunt, Harys is a dark, serious woman. She's never been married, the need has never risen, and has been with them as long as E'sren's been alive. She was always ever his confidante when he was a child, and even now he trusts her, talks to her before his mother. She isn't one to judge harshly, but she is brutally honest.
|-valign="top"
|[[Image:Adelain.jpg]]
|Adelain E'sren's cousin on his mother's side, Adelain deals with the clothing they sell, and has been travelling with Siobhan's branch of the family for the past three years. She was married to a man who left her for someone else, and she had nowhere else to go, so on she came.
|}

== Relationships ==
* [[Aishani]] - She's younger than he is, which gives him conflicting feelings. His instinct is protective, like an older brother might be, but she's in charge of the Weyr so that might be inappropriate. She's also from the same kind of stock as he is, and that just makes him want to look out for her even more. Ahruth really likes Iesaryth, and remembers her as his mother because he knows her to be, and he knows what a mother is thanks to his rider's open feelings towards his own.
* [[Alida]] - Puts up a lot of front, he heard she was laughing like an idiot when one of the other weyrlings was in trouble with their straps, after Sabella, and he really didn't like that very much. Not a lot of trust there, if that's how she's going to react to one of her own in distress, needing help.
* [[Azaylia]] - He likes her, Ahruth likes Hraedhyth. She's another sister figure to him, which raises the same kind of uncertainty. Not to mention that if it ever came up between her or Aishani, he has no idea who he'd back if it came down to it.
* [[C'wlin]] - He runs a mean drill.
* [[D'kan]] - Out of all the weyrlings, D'kan is probably the one E'sren relates to the most. They're not the same, they might not even come close to having common ground on the surface, but when D'kan was wingleader it kind of worked.
* [[F'manis]] - Mentor. He might not look up to him, but there have been a lot of moments when he needed advice, and he's definitely been watching as things unfold with the wings. The older bluerider is going to prove to be an interesting role model.
* [[I'zech]] - Bros. I'zech is the anti-E'sren, but the whole making I'zech be weyrlingmaster thing was probably the best thing that's ever happened to bromances. They get each other, and there's understanding there, both from E'sren and Ahruth when it comes to Rojeth.
* [[K'del]] - The few times he's seen him, talked to him, they've been just moments of casual acquaintance, but E'sren has a strange respect for the former Weyrleader, founded on some anonymous feeling.
* [[K'zin]] - Even though they both probably wish he didn't, E'sren knows a lot more about what K'zin's been up to as the months progress. Rumor and gossip are one thing, but it's hard to ignore when you hear things straight from the horse's mouth, as it were. So long as he doesn't try anything else with Sabella, and so long as he doesn't drag Telavi's name through the mud as well, and so long as he doesn't fuck with Azaylia and hurt her, they should be fine. Should be.
* [[Mave]] - The same age as his little sister, and with the same sassy temperament, Mave's place in E'sren's life is obvious. He helped her put her show on, and he'd help again if she asked. They have an easy, playful relationship and grew close through working together on the show.
* [[Meara]] - Meara is awesome, and she's helped him through a few rough spots in weyrlinghood so far.
* [[N'hax]] - Not a bad guy at all, they worked together on Mave's play. He'd have a drink with him in a heartbeat.
* [[N'ky]] - He has a soft spot for N'ky, and he's noticed the hard time the greenrider's had, but he's mostly stayed out of it since he seems to want to be left alone more than anything.
* [[Quinlys]] - She doesn't take any bullshit. He likes Quinlys a lot, he's had many a meaningful conversation with her and she's always been the best at giving it to him straight, an honesty he admires.
* [[Sabella]] - His best friend, his confidante, the one person who sees all the sides of him he never shows anyone else, she's the only one who gets to see him take the mask off and be weary or have doubt. A lot of people might think that he's helped her during weyrlinghood, but she took him in and inspires him every day to do better. And now that they're trying this new level out, he can't seem to stop grinning like an idiot when she's around.
* [[Taikrin]] - Even if he doesn't voice his opinions of the Weyr's leadership, whatever they may be, he harbors secret concern for what the Acting Weyrleader is doing to his new home.
* [[Telavi]] - All for one, and one for all~ He, Sabella and Telavi have been close pretty much from the get go, and if Sabella's not around, the other two can still be seen studying together or eating, or walking through the tunnels on their way to drills or lessons. That hasn't changed since the dynamic between E'sren and Sabella has shifted somewhat, and the three of them still make each other laugh anytime they're together.

== Playlists ==
E'sren

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hhnZkNj7kAo The Intro - The xx]

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sMw7lwxRImI The Rocky Road to Dublin - The Dubliners]

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y_tLiWUVAs0 Why Am I So Dizzy? - Joseph Gordon-Levitt]

Impression, and life at the Weyr.

''I hardly drank last night Maybe I slept more than I’m used to But why am I so dizzy? Was I dreaming when I woke? Suddenly the phone was ringing Where was I just now? Maybe I was underwater''

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9zdNdjF-htY Wake Up - The Arcade Fire]

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HRD0ghlFSgk Golden Years - David Bowie]

''Don't let me hear you say lifes taking you nowhere, angel Come get up my baby Look at that sky, lifes begun Nights are warm and the days are young Come get up my baby''

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iOpzE1U0qXw Manhattan - Kings of Leon]

''We're gonna fuel the fire, gonna stoke it up We're gonna sip this wine and pass the cup Who needs avenues, who needs reservoirs Gonna show this town how to kiss these stars''

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xqp1U6RoQaw Simple Man - Lynyrd Skynyrd]

''Mama told me when I was young Come sit beside me, my only son And listen closely to what I say. And if you do this It'll help you some sunny day. Oh, take your time... Don't live too fast, Troubles will come and they will pass.''

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mFSnhpYFVSk Float On - Modest Mouse]

''Alright already we'll all float on Ok don't worry we'll all float on Even if things get heavy we'll all float on''

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c-zEtAuKuUY Razzle Dazzle 'Em - Chicago]

''Give 'em the old razzle dazzle Razzle Dazzle 'em Give 'em an act with lots of flash in it And the reaction will be passionate''

Ahruth

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PUpA9tGr_mY The Rainbow Connection - The Muppets]

''Who said that every wish Would be heard and answered When wished on the morning star Somebody thought of that And someone believed it And look what it's done so far''

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d25fVFv0YRM Don't Speak (I came to make a bang) - Eagles of Death Metal]

''Don't move, don't speak, even whisper There's something happenin' but don't be scared I'm too smooth, you never see me coming I'm never in a hurry, I'm just movin' fast''

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E'sren

2013-05-11T20:55:18Z

Eliv:

{{HrwProfile
|picture=E'sren.jpg
|position=HRW Weyrling
|craft=Trade/MAGIC
|birthplace=High Reaches area, in the eye of a storm
|mother=Siobhan Renai
|father=Earyn Renai
|siblings=Eamon, Seamus, and Merilyn
|children=
|playedby=Joseph Gordon-Levitt}}

== Description ==
E'sren

Naturally upbeat, E'sren has a bark-y laugh and uses a lot of hand gestures. His face expresses well his personality, his cool coming through strongly, and his black eyes squint with every one of those big grins. His jaw is square and chiseled, strong with a good chin, and his nose is a little wide but it suits him. He wears those few inches of dark hair slicked back now that it's grown out of the weyrling buzz; his face is cleanshaven, never so much as a shadow of stubble. Beyond that, he's of average height; there's more muscle now than before though he still maintains that lean build. His voice is a low, smoky tenor. He's a sharp dresser, his choice of clothes on the effortlessly snappy, stylish side. His knot marks him a weyrling to a blue dragon at High Reaches; the silver thread is new, denoting him as a member of the weyrling leadership program.

Ahruth

Slick, slender, smooth; a speedster through and through. Gleaming polish buffs the blu cepheus of his hide, metallic bright, every inch of him built for speed - from the aerodynamic slope of his narrow nose to the slimness of his whipcord tail. Lightning-bright argento luna limns the streamlined curve of his spine, striking silver to the tips of his sleek 'ridges and out along the gullwing strength of his cyan-kissed wings. Acapulco darkness lines his undercarriage, road-slicked scuro along the inners of his slender legs, down to the dunkelblau and rubber of his treadmarked paws.

(thank you N'ky for Ahruth's desc! <3 for color guide - http://www.lambocars.com/pnt/)

== WYSK ==
- part of the Renai trading family, E'sren was an entertainer/sleight of hand artist by trade

- he has a loud, bark-y laugh and a low, smoky tenor

- goes by Chase

- Ahruth is a flashy dragon both in looks and in personality, neon blue in color and ''fast''

== D&D Persona ==
I Am A: Lawful Good Human Paladin (4th Level)
 Ability Scores: 
Strength-16 
Dexterity-16 
Constitution-15 
Intelligence-19 
Wisdom-14 
Charisma-15
 Alignment: Lawful Good A lawful good character acts as a good person is expected or required to act. He combines a commitment to oppose evil with the discipline to fight relentlessly. He tells the truth, keeps his word, helps those in need, and speaks out against injustice. A lawful good character hates to see the guilty go unpunished. Lawful good is the best alignment you can be because it combines honor and compassion. However, lawful good can be a dangerous alignment when it restricts freedom and criminalizes self-interest. 
 Race: Humans are the most adaptable of the common races. Short generations and a penchant for migration and conquest have made them physically diverse as well. Humans are often unorthodox in their dress, sporting unusual hairstyles, fanciful clothes, tattoos, and the like.
 Class: Paladins take their adventures seriously, and even a mundane mission is, in the heart of the paladin, a personal test an opportunity to demonstrate bravery, to learn tactics, and to find ways to do good. Divine power protects these warriors of virtue, warding off harm, protecting from disease, healing, and guarding against fear. The paladin can also direct this power to help others, healing wounds or curing diseases, and also use it to destroy evil. Experienced paladins can smite evil foes and turn away undead. A paladin's Wisdom score should be high, as this determines the maximum spell level that they can cast. Many of the paladin's special abilities also benefit from a high Charisma score.
 Find out <a href='http://www.easydamus.com/character.html' target='mt'>What Kind of Dungeons and Dragons Character Would You Be?</a>, courtesy of Easydamus <a href='mailto:zybstrski@excite.com'>(e-mail)</a> 

== History ==
E'sren used to be Rechasren, who was also Chase, a nickname he continues to prefer. He was a trader before being Searched, a salesman and entertainer with a high success rate and good sales record, but wasn't quite what his mother was thinking when it came to the future leadership of her life's work. So she practically threw her son at the search dragon and Chase showed up at the Weyr a couple of weeks before the eggs hatched.

He's an open, honest guy, laidback almost to a fault. Thus far with his fellow weyrlings he's been helpful and kind, if a bit high energy. Ahruth is the fast sports car. His element? Surprise. Bam.

== The Renai Family ==
{|
|-valign="top"
|[[Image:Earyn.jpg]]
|Earyn E'sren's father. Earyn died two years ago after the family was struck by a sickness acquired from food poisoning, along with his son, Eamon. The family is still trying to heal after their loss, even if they quickly filled in the holes left by his passing, sheer survival urging them to learn how to function without their patriarch.
|-valign="top"
|[[Image:Siobhan.jpg]]
|Siobhan E'sren's mother, Siobhan leads this branch of the family alone since the death of E'sren's father, her husband, two years ago. She's a tough lady with a sharp intellect, and she runs a tight ship, some might say she's overcompensating for being a woman, or to make absolutely sure she doesn't lose anyone else. But she's a good woman, fun in her own way, and she loves her family.
|-valign="top"
|[[Image:Eamon.jpg]]
|Eamon E'sren's older brother, deceased. He died two years ago from the same sickness that took his father. Eamon was E'sren's best friend, role model, partner in crime, everything a boy needs growing up rolled into one. The whole family felt this loss, but E'sren especially was heartbroken.
|-valign="top"
|[[Image:Seamus.jpg]]
|Seamus Seamus is E'sren's younger brother by two years and the next up for taking over their branch of the family. He's a levelheaded kid, kind of E'sren's opposite in a lot of ways, which is probably why he's now in the position to take over instead of his older brother. He helps with the books and the business, but also runs the stall.
|-valign="top"
|[[Image:Merilyn.jpg]]
|Merilyn Merilyn is E'sren's little sister. At fifteen years old, she's at that age where attitude is everything. She's always helped their mother run the stalls and acts as go-fer for them when they're posted, running messages to and from the caravan to keep communication with whoever leads the area. She and E'sren have a playful relationship together.
|-valign="top"
|[[Image:Harys.jpg]]
|Harys Siobhan's sister and E'sren's aunt, Harys is a dark, serious woman. She's never been married, the need has never risen, and has been with them as long as E'sren's been alive. She was always ever his confidante when he was a child, and even now he trusts her, talks to her before his mother. She isn't one to judge harshly, but she is brutally honest.
|-valign="top"
|[[Image:Adelain.jpg]]
|Adelain E'sren's cousin on his mother's side, Adelain deals with the clothing they sell, and has been travelling with Siobhan's branch of the family for the past three years. She was married to a man who left her for someone else, and she had nowhere else to go, so on she came.
|}

== Relationships ==
* [[Aishani]] - She's younger than he is, which gives him conflicting feelings. His instinct is protective, like an older brother might be, but she's in charge of the Weyr so that might be inappropriate. She's also from the same kind of stock as he is, and that just makes him want to look out for her even more. Ahruth really likes Iesaryth, and remembers her as his mother because he knows her to be, and he knows what a mother is thanks to his rider's open feelings towards his own.
* [[Alida]] - Puts up a lot of front, he heard she was laughing like an idiot when one of the other weyrlings was in trouble with their straps, after Sabella, and he really didn't like that very much. Not a lot of trust there, if that's how she's going to react to one of her own in distress, needing help.
* [[Azaylia]] - He likes her, Ahruth likes Hraedhyth. She's another sister figure to him, which raises the same kind of uncertainty. Not to mention that if it ever came up between her or Aishani, he has no idea who he'd back if it came down to it.
* [[C'wlin]] - He runs a mean drill.
* [[D'kan]] - Out of all the weyrlings, D'kan is probably the one E'sren relates to the most. They're not the same, they might not even come close to having common ground on the surface, but when D'kan was wingleader it kind of worked.
* [[F'manis]] - Mentor. He might not look up to him, but there have been a lot of moments when he needed advice, and he's definitely been watching as things unfold with the wings. The older bluerider is going to prove to be an interesting role model.
* [[I'zech]] - Bros. I'zech is the anti-E'sren, but the whole making I'zech be weyrlingmaster thing was probably the best thing that's ever happened to bromances. They get each other, and there's understanding there, both from E'sren and Ahruth when it comes to Rojeth.
* [[K'del]] - The few times he's seen him, talked to him, they've been just moments of casual acquaintance, but E'sren has a strange respect for the former Weyrleader, founded on some anonymous feeling.
* [[K'zin]] - Even though they both probably wish he didn't, E'sren knows a lot more about what K'zin's been up to as the months progress. Rumor and gossip are one thing, but it's hard to ignore when you hear things straight from the horse's mouth, as it were. So long as he doesn't try anything else with Sabella, and so long as he doesn't drag Telavi's name through the mud as well, and so long as he doesn't fuck with Azaylia and hurt her, they should be fine. Should be.
* [[Mave]] - The same age as his little sister, and with the same sassy temperament, Mave's place in E'sren's life is obvious. He helped her put her show on, and he'd help again if she asked. They have an easy, playful relationship and grew close through working together on the show.
* [[Meara]] - Meara is awesome, and she's helped him through a few rough spots in weyrlinghood so far.
* [[N'hax]] - Not a bad guy at all, they worked together on Mave's play. He'd have a drink with him in a heartbeat.
* [[N'ky]] - He has a soft spot for N'ky, and he's noticed the hard time the greenrider's had, but he's mostly stayed out of it since he seems to want to be left alone more than anything.
* [[Quinlys]] - She doesn't take any bullshit. He likes Quinlys a lot, he's had many a meaningful conversation with her and she's always been the best at giving it to him straight, an honesty he admires.
* [[Sabella]] - His best friend, his confidante, the one person who sees all the sides of him he never shows anyone else, she's the only one who gets to see him take the mask off and be weary or have doubt. A lot of people might think that he's helped her during weyrlinghood, but she took him in and inspires him every day to do better. And now that they're trying this new level out, he can't seem to stop grinning like an idiot when she's around.
* [[Taikrin]] - Even if he doesn't voice his opinions of the Weyr's leadership, whatever they may be, he harbors secret concern for what the Acting Weyrleader is doing to his new home.
* [[Telavi]] - All for one, and one for all~ He, Sabella and Telavi have been close pretty much from the get go, and if Sabella's not around, the other two can still be seen studying together or eating, or walking through the tunnels on their way to drills or lessons. That hasn't changed since the dynamic between E'sren and Sabella has shifted somewhat, and the three of them still make each other laugh anytime they're together.

== Playlists ==
E'sren

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hhnZkNj7kAo The Intro - The xx]

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sMw7lwxRImI The Rocky Road to Dublin - The Dubliners]

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y_tLiWUVAs0 Why Am I So Dizzy? - Joseph Gordon-Levitt]

Impression, and life at the Weyr.

''I hardly drank last night Maybe I slept more than I’m used to But why am I so dizzy? Was I dreaming when I woke? Suddenly the phone was ringing Where was I just now? Maybe I was underwater''

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9zdNdjF-htY Wake Up - The Arcade Fire]

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HRD0ghlFSgk Golden Years - David Bowie]

''Don't let me hear you say lifes taking you nowhere, angel Come get up my baby Look at that sky, lifes begun Nights are warm and the days are young Come get up my baby''

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iOpzE1U0qXw Manhattan - Kings of Leon]

''We're gonna fuel the fire, gonna stoke it up We're gonna sip this wine and pass the cup Who needs avenues, who needs reservoirs Gonna show this town how to kiss these stars''

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xqp1U6RoQaw Simple Man - Lynyrd Skynyrd]

''Mama told me when I was young Come sit beside me, my only son And listen closely to what I say. And if you do this It'll help you some sunny day. Oh, take your time... Don't live too fast, Troubles will come and they will pass.''

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mFSnhpYFVSk Float On - Modest Mouse]

''Alright already we'll all float on Ok don't worry we'll all float on Even if things get heavy we'll all float on''

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c-zEtAuKuUY Razzle Dazzle 'Em - Chicago]

''Give 'em the old razzle dazzle Razzle Dazzle 'em Give 'em an act with lots of flash in it And the reaction will be passionate''

Ahruth

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PUpA9tGr_mY The Rainbow Connection - The Muppets]

''Who said that every wish Would be heard and answered When wished on the morning star Somebody thought of that And someone believed it And look what it's done so far''

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d25fVFv0YRM Don't Speak (I came to make a bang) - Eagles of Death Metal]

''Don't move, don't speak, even whisper There's something happenin' but don't be scared I'm too smooth, you never see me coming I'm never in a hurry, I'm just movin' fast''

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[[category:High Reaches Weyr]]
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E'sren

2013-05-11T20:54:02Z

Eliv:

{{HrwProfile
|picture=E'sren.jpg
|position=HRW Weyrling
|craft=Trade/MAGIC
|birthplace=High Reaches area
|mother=Siobhan Renai
|father=Earyn Renai
|siblings=Three.
|children=
|friends=
|playedby=Joseph Gordon-Levitt
|livejournal=}}

== Description ==
E'sren

Naturally upbeat, E'sren has a bark-y laugh and uses a lot of hand gestures. His face expresses well his personality, his cool coming through strongly, and his black eyes squint with every one of those big grins. His jaw is square and chiseled, strong with a good chin, and his nose is a little wide but it suits him. He wears those few inches of dark hair slicked back now that it's grown out of the weyrling buzz; his face is cleanshaven, never so much as a shadow of stubble. Beyond that, he's of average height; there's more muscle now than before though he still maintains that lean build. His voice is a low, smoky tenor. He's a sharp dresser, his choice of clothes on the effortlessly snappy, stylish side. His knot marks him a weyrling to a blue dragon at High Reaches; the silver thread is new, denoting him as a member of the weyrling leadership program.

Ahruth

Slick, slender, smooth; a speedster through and through. Gleaming polish buffs the blu cepheus of his hide, metallic bright, every inch of him built for speed - from the aerodynamic slope of his narrow nose to the slimness of his whipcord tail. Lightning-bright argento luna limns the streamlined curve of his spine, striking silver to the tips of his sleek 'ridges and out along the gullwing strength of his cyan-kissed wings. Acapulco darkness lines his undercarriage, road-slicked scuro along the inners of his slender legs, down to the dunkelblau and rubber of his treadmarked paws.

(thank you N'ky for Ahruth's desc! <3 for color guide - http://www.lambocars.com/pnt/)

== WYSK ==
- part of the Renai trading family, E'sren was an entertainer/sleight of hand artist by trade

- he has a loud, bark-y laugh and a low, smoky tenor

- goes by Chase

- Ahruth is a flashy dragon both in looks and in personality, neon blue in color and ''fast''

== D&D Persona ==
I Am A: Lawful Good Human Paladin (4th Level)
 Ability Scores: 
Strength-16 
Dexterity-16 
Constitution-15 
Intelligence-19 
Wisdom-14 
Charisma-15
 Alignment: Lawful Good A lawful good character acts as a good person is expected or required to act. He combines a commitment to oppose evil with the discipline to fight relentlessly. He tells the truth, keeps his word, helps those in need, and speaks out against injustice. A lawful good character hates to see the guilty go unpunished. Lawful good is the best alignment you can be because it combines honor and compassion. However, lawful good can be a dangerous alignment when it restricts freedom and criminalizes self-interest. 
 Race: Humans are the most adaptable of the common races. Short generations and a penchant for migration and conquest have made them physically diverse as well. Humans are often unorthodox in their dress, sporting unusual hairstyles, fanciful clothes, tattoos, and the like.
 Class: Paladins take their adventures seriously, and even a mundane mission is, in the heart of the paladin, a personal test an opportunity to demonstrate bravery, to learn tactics, and to find ways to do good. Divine power protects these warriors of virtue, warding off harm, protecting from disease, healing, and guarding against fear. The paladin can also direct this power to help others, healing wounds or curing diseases, and also use it to destroy evil. Experienced paladins can smite evil foes and turn away undead. A paladin's Wisdom score should be high, as this determines the maximum spell level that they can cast. Many of the paladin's special abilities also benefit from a high Charisma score.
 Find out <a href='http://www.easydamus.com/character.html' target='mt'>What Kind of Dungeons and Dragons Character Would You Be?</a>, courtesy of Easydamus <a href='mailto:zybstrski@excite.com'>(e-mail)</a> 

== History ==
E'sren used to be Rechasren, who was also Chase, a nickname he continues to prefer. He was a trader before being Searched, a salesman and entertainer with a high success rate and good sales record, but wasn't quite what his mother was thinking when it came to the future leadership of her life's work. So she practically threw her son at the search dragon and Chase showed up at the Weyr a couple of weeks before the eggs hatched.

He's an open, honest guy, laidback almost to a fault. Thus far with his fellow weyrlings he's been helpful and kind, if a bit high energy. Ahruth is the fast sports car. His element? Surprise. Bam.

== The Renai Family ==
{|
|-valign="top"
|[[Image:Earyn.jpg]]
|Earyn E'sren's father. Earyn died two years ago after the family was struck by a sickness acquired from food poisoning, along with his son, Eamon. The family is still trying to heal after their loss, even if they quickly filled in the holes left by his passing, sheer survival urging them to learn how to function without their patriarch.
|-valign="top"
|[[Image:Siobhan.jpg]]
|Siobhan E'sren's mother, Siobhan leads this branch of the family alone since the death of E'sren's father, her husband, two years ago. She's a tough lady with a sharp intellect, and she runs a tight ship, some might say she's overcompensating for being a woman, or to make absolutely sure she doesn't lose anyone else. But she's a good woman, fun in her own way, and she loves her family.
|-valign="top"
|[[Image:Eamon.jpg]]
|Eamon E'sren's older brother, deceased. He died two years ago from the same sickness that took his father. Eamon was E'sren's best friend, role model, partner in crime, everything a boy needs growing up rolled into one. The whole family felt this loss, but E'sren especially was heartbroken.
|-valign="top"
|[[Image:Seamus.jpg]]
|Seamus Seamus is E'sren's younger brother by two years and the next up for taking over their branch of the family. He's a levelheaded kid, kind of E'sren's opposite in a lot of ways, which is probably why he's now in the position to take over instead of his older brother. He helps with the books and the business, but also runs the stall.
|-valign="top"
|[[Image:Merilyn.jpg]]
|Merilyn Merilyn is E'sren's little sister. At fifteen years old, she's at that age where attitude is everything. She's always helped their mother run the stalls and acts as go-fer for them when they're posted, running messages to and from the caravan to keep communication with whoever leads the area. She and E'sren have a playful relationship together.
|-valign="top"
|[[Image:Harys.jpg]]
|Harys Siobhan's sister and E'sren's aunt, Harys is a dark, serious woman. She's never been married, the need has never risen, and has been with them as long as E'sren's been alive. She was always ever his confidante when he was a child, and even now he trusts her, talks to her before his mother. She isn't one to judge harshly, but she is brutally honest.
|-valign="top"
|[[Image:Adelain.jpg]]
|Adelain E'sren's cousin on his mother's side, Adelain deals with the clothing they sell, and has been travelling with Siobhan's branch of the family for the past three years. She was married to a man who left her for someone else, and she had nowhere else to go, so on she came.
|}

== Relationships ==
* [[Aishani]] - She's younger than he is, which gives him conflicting feelings. His instinct is protective, like an older brother might be, but she's in charge of the Weyr so that might be inappropriate. She's also from the same kind of stock as he is, and that just makes him want to look out for her even more. Ahruth really likes Iesaryth, and remembers her as his mother because he knows her to be, and he knows what a mother is thanks to his rider's open feelings towards his own.
* [[Alida]] - Puts up a lot of front, he heard she was laughing like an idiot when one of the other weyrlings was in trouble with their straps, after Sabella, and he really didn't like that very much. Not a lot of trust there, if that's how she's going to react to one of her own in distress, needing help.
* [[Azaylia]] - He likes her, Ahruth likes Hraedhyth. She's another sister figure to him, which raises the same kind of uncertainty. Not to mention that if it ever came up between her or Aishani, he has no idea who he'd back if it came down to it.
* [[C'wlin]] - He runs a mean drill.
* [[D'kan]] - Out of all the weyrlings, D'kan is probably the one E'sren relates to the most. They're not the same, they might not even come close to having common ground on the surface, but when D'kan was wingleader it kind of worked.
* [[F'manis]] - Mentor. He might not look up to him, but there have been a lot of moments when he needed advice, and he's definitely been watching as things unfold with the wings. The older bluerider is going to prove to be an interesting role model.
* [[I'zech]] - Bros. I'zech is the anti-E'sren, but the whole making I'zech be weyrlingmaster thing was probably the best thing that's ever happened to bromances. They get each other, and there's understanding there, both from E'sren and Ahruth when it comes to Rojeth.
* [[K'del]] - The few times he's seen him, talked to him, they've been just moments of casual acquaintance, but E'sren has a strange respect for the former Weyrleader, founded on some anonymous feeling.
* [[K'zin]] - Even though they both probably wish he didn't, E'sren knows a lot more about what K'zin's been up to as the months progress. Rumor and gossip are one thing, but it's hard to ignore when you hear things straight from the horse's mouth, as it were. So long as he doesn't try anything else with Sabella, and so long as he doesn't drag Telavi's name through the mud as well, and so long as he doesn't fuck with Azaylia and hurt her, they should be fine. Should be.
* [[Mave]] - The same age as his little sister, and with the same sassy temperament, Mave's place in E'sren's life is obvious. He helped her put her show on, and he'd help again if she asked. They have an easy, playful relationship and grew close through working together on the show.
* [[Meara]] - Meara is awesome, and she's helped him through a few rough spots in weyrlinghood so far.
* [[N'hax]] - Not a bad guy at all, they worked together on Mave's play. He'd have a drink with him in a heartbeat.
* [[N'ky]] - He has a soft spot for N'ky, and he's noticed the hard time the greenrider's had, but he's mostly stayed out of it since he seems to want to be left alone more than anything.
* [[Quinlys]] - She doesn't take any bullshit. He likes Quinlys a lot, he's had many a meaningful conversation with her and she's always been the best at giving it to him straight, an honesty he admires.
* [[Sabella]] - His best friend, his confidante, the one person who sees all the sides of him he never shows anyone else, she's the only one who gets to see him take the mask off and be weary or have doubt. A lot of people might think that he's helped her during weyrlinghood, but she took him in and inspires him every day to do better. And now that they're trying this new level out, he can't seem to stop grinning like an idiot when she's around.
* [[Taikrin]] - Even if he doesn't voice his opinions of the Weyr's leadership, whatever they may be, he harbors secret concern for what the Acting Weyrleader is doing to his new home.
* [[Telavi]] - All for one, and one for all~ He, Sabella and Telavi have been close pretty much from the get go, and if Sabella's not around, the other two can still be seen studying together or eating, or walking through the tunnels on their way to drills or lessons. That hasn't changed since the dynamic between E'sren and Sabella has shifted somewhat, and the three of them still make each other laugh anytime they're together.

== Playlists ==
E'sren

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hhnZkNj7kAo The Intro - The xx]

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sMw7lwxRImI The Rocky Road to Dublin - The Dubliners]

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y_tLiWUVAs0 Why Am I So Dizzy? - Joseph Gordon-Levitt]

Impression, and life at the Weyr.

''I hardly drank last night Maybe I slept more than I’m used to But why am I so dizzy? Was I dreaming when I woke? Suddenly the phone was ringing Where was I just now? Maybe I was underwater''

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9zdNdjF-htY Wake Up - The Arcade Fire]

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HRD0ghlFSgk Golden Years - David Bowie]

''Don't let me hear you say lifes taking you nowhere, angel Come get up my baby Look at that sky, lifes begun Nights are warm and the days are young Come get up my baby''

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iOpzE1U0qXw Manhattan - Kings of Leon]

''We're gonna fuel the fire, gonna stoke it up We're gonna sip this wine and pass the cup Who needs avenues, who needs reservoirs Gonna show this town how to kiss these stars''

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xqp1U6RoQaw Simple Man - Lynyrd Skynyrd]

''Mama told me when I was young Come sit beside me, my only son And listen closely to what I say. And if you do this It'll help you some sunny day. Oh, take your time... Don't live too fast, Troubles will come and they will pass.''

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mFSnhpYFVSk Float On - Modest Mouse]

''Alright already we'll all float on Ok don't worry we'll all float on Even if things get heavy we'll all float on''

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c-zEtAuKuUY Razzle Dazzle 'Em - Chicago]

''Give 'em the old razzle dazzle Razzle Dazzle 'em Give 'em an act with lots of flash in it And the reaction will be passionate''

Ahruth

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PUpA9tGr_mY The Rainbow Connection - The Muppets]

''Who said that every wish Would be heard and answered When wished on the morning star Somebody thought of that And someone believed it And look what it's done so far''

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d25fVFv0YRM Don't Speak (I came to make a bang) - Eagles of Death Metal]

''Don't move, don't speak, even whisper There's something happenin' but don't be scared I'm too smooth, you never see me coming I'm never in a hurry, I'm just movin' fast''

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2013-05-11T20:52:57Z

Eliv:

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| where = E'sren's weyr, HRW
| what = E'sren receives a weyrwarming present from his family. And a surprising revelation.
| when = Day 13, Month 9, Turn 31
| gamedate = 2013.05.05
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''Don't be afraid of what's to come, remember who we raised you to be. Remember your father, and be the kind of man who does the right thing. Be honest, be true. You have a home now, protect it with all you got. I love you, baby, forever and ever.''

E'sren reads over the note his mother left one more time before folding it again, the creases well-worn. He's done this a few times already.

He sits on the couch in his weyr, with the package she told him he'd find, exactly where she told him he'd find it. It was large, and he hadn't opened it yet because he didn't know if he was ready for what he'd find inside. It was a weird shape, he couldn't tell what it was going to be. But he reaches over now for it, shifting to turn himself towards it while he unties the twine binding the cloth as wrapping.

When the first fold peels away he pauses, recognizing immediately the shade of wood, and he has to take a deep, steadying breath to continue unwrapping. At first it's just the neck of the guitar, then as he pulls downward he uncovers the curve of the body of it, the smooth polish. He runs his fingers down the strings gently with reverence.

''Is that music?'' Ahruth asks, trying to see through the entrance from his wallow.

"Yeah buddy. You could say that," E'sren answers aloud, pulling it loose of the swaddle of cloth and cradling it in his lap. He strums his thumb down one string at a time, finding all the places where it's out of tune from unuse. He'll take care of that. "Pop's guitar. He taught me how to play it when I was a kid. Before he... before he died he told Ma to give it to me." And now here it is, and he thought he had to leave it behind when he went with the dragonrider.

So enthralled is he with this surprise that he doesn't notice at first that there's more in the package. It's only after he goes to move the bundle of cloth that he realizes a small pouch and another scrap of paper; a wad of bright blue yarn that turns out to be a long scarf with fringe at either end; along with a few smaller bundles wrapped in leather, which prove to be some of the things he had from before, little collectible things from placed he'd visited: little carvings, a shiny piece of black rock, etc. He smiles while discovering them one by one, then turns his attention to the second note.

''Your share'' it says, simply, and his brow furrows as he hesitantly picks up the little pouch. It couldn't be. But opening it proves that yes, it can. The pouch contains what might be considered a lot of marks to some people, though certainly not a fortune. Not even a small one. More than the amount was the meaning. A payout means a goodbye to the business, and even though he'll always be a Renai, he isn't a trader anymore.

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E'sren

2013-05-11T20:50:10Z

Eliv: /* Relationships */

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|mother=Siobhan Renai
|father=Some dude.
|siblings=Three.
|children=
|friends=
|playedby=Joseph Gordon-Levitt
|livejournal=}}

== Description ==
E'sren

Naturally upbeat, E'sren has a bark-y laugh and uses a lot of hand gestures. His face expresses well his personality, his cool coming through strongly, and his black eyes squint with every one of those big grins. His jaw is square and chiseled, strong with a good chin, and his nose is a little wide but it suits him. He wears those few inches of dark hair slicked back now that it's grown out of the weyrling buzz; his face is cleanshaven, never so much as a shadow of stubble. Beyond that, he's of average height; there's more muscle now than before though he still maintains that lean build. His voice is a low, smoky tenor. He's a sharp dresser, his choice of clothes on the effortlessly snappy, stylish side. His knot marks him a weyrling to a blue dragon at High Reaches; the silver thread is new, denoting him as a member of the weyrling leadership program.

Ahruth

Slick, slender, smooth; a speedster through and through. Gleaming polish buffs the blu cepheus of his hide, metallic bright, every inch of him built for speed - from the aerodynamic slope of his narrow nose to the slimness of his whipcord tail. Lightning-bright argento luna limns the streamlined curve of his spine, striking silver to the tips of his sleek 'ridges and out along the gullwing strength of his cyan-kissed wings. Acapulco darkness lines his undercarriage, road-slicked scuro along the inners of his slender legs, down to the dunkelblau and rubber of his treadmarked paws.

(thank you N'ky for Ahruth's desc! <3 for color guide - http://www.lambocars.com/pnt/)

== WYSK ==
- part of the Renai trading family, E'sren was an entertainer/sleight of hand artist by trade

- he has a loud, bark-y laugh and a low, smoky tenor

- goes by Chase

- Ahruth is a flashy dragon both in looks and in personality, neon blue in color and ''fast''

== D&D Persona ==
I Am A: Lawful Good Human Paladin (4th Level)
 Ability Scores: 
Strength-16 
Dexterity-16 
Constitution-15 
Intelligence-19 
Wisdom-14 
Charisma-15
 Alignment: Lawful Good A lawful good character acts as a good person is expected or required to act. He combines a commitment to oppose evil with the discipline to fight relentlessly. He tells the truth, keeps his word, helps those in need, and speaks out against injustice. A lawful good character hates to see the guilty go unpunished. Lawful good is the best alignment you can be because it combines honor and compassion. However, lawful good can be a dangerous alignment when it restricts freedom and criminalizes self-interest. 
 Race: Humans are the most adaptable of the common races. Short generations and a penchant for migration and conquest have made them physically diverse as well. Humans are often unorthodox in their dress, sporting unusual hairstyles, fanciful clothes, tattoos, and the like.
 Class: Paladins take their adventures seriously, and even a mundane mission is, in the heart of the paladin, a personal test an opportunity to demonstrate bravery, to learn tactics, and to find ways to do good. Divine power protects these warriors of virtue, warding off harm, protecting from disease, healing, and guarding against fear. The paladin can also direct this power to help others, healing wounds or curing diseases, and also use it to destroy evil. Experienced paladins can smite evil foes and turn away undead. A paladin's Wisdom score should be high, as this determines the maximum spell level that they can cast. Many of the paladin's special abilities also benefit from a high Charisma score.
 Find out <a href='http://www.easydamus.com/character.html' target='mt'>What Kind of Dungeons and Dragons Character Would You Be?</a>, courtesy of Easydamus <a href='mailto:zybstrski@excite.com'>(e-mail)</a> 

== History ==
E'sren used to be Rechasren, who was also Chase, a nickname he continues to prefer. He was a trader before being Searched, a salesman and entertainer with a high success rate and good sales record, but wasn't quite what his mother was thinking when it came to the future leadership of her life's work. So she practically threw her son at the search dragon and Chase showed up at the Weyr a couple of weeks before the eggs hatched.

He's an open, honest guy, laidback almost to a fault. Thus far with his fellow weyrlings he's been helpful and kind, if a bit high energy. Ahruth is the fast sports car. His element? Surprise. Bam.

== The Renai Family ==
{|
|-valign="top"
|[[Image:Earyn.jpg]]
|Earyn E'sren's father. Earyn died two years ago after the family was struck by a sickness acquired from food poisoning, along with his son, Eamon. The family is still trying to heal after their loss, even if they quickly filled in the holes left by his passing, sheer survival urging them to learn how to function without their patriarch.
|-valign="top"
|[[Image:Siobhan.jpg]]
|Siobhan E'sren's mother, Siobhan leads this branch of the family alone since the death of E'sren's father, her husband, two years ago. She's a tough lady with a sharp intellect, and she runs a tight ship, some might say she's overcompensating for being a woman, or to make absolutely sure she doesn't lose anyone else. But she's a good woman, fun in her own way, and she loves her family.
|-valign="top"
|[[Image:Eamon.jpg]]
|Eamon E'sren's older brother, deceased. He died two years ago from the same sickness that took his father. Eamon was E'sren's best friend, role model, partner in crime, everything a boy needs growing up rolled into one. The whole family felt this loss, but E'sren especially was heartbroken.
|-valign="top"
|[[Image:Seamus.jpg]]
|Seamus Seamus is E'sren's younger brother by two years and the next up for taking over their branch of the family. He's a levelheaded kid, kind of E'sren's opposite in a lot of ways, which is probably why he's now in the position to take over instead of his older brother. He helps with the books and the business, but also runs the stall.
|-valign="top"
|[[Image:Merilyn.jpg]]
|Merilyn Merilyn is E'sren's little sister. At fifteen years old, she's at that age where attitude is everything. She's always helped their mother run the stalls and acts as go-fer for them when they're posted, running messages to and from the caravan to keep communication with whoever leads the area. She and E'sren have a playful relationship together.
|-valign="top"
|[[Image:Harys.jpg]]
|Harys Siobhan's sister and E'sren's aunt, Harys is a dark, serious woman. She's never been married, the need has never risen, and has been with them as long as E'sren's been alive. She was always ever his confidante when he was a child, and even now he trusts her, talks to her before his mother. She isn't one to judge harshly, but she is brutally honest.
|-valign="top"
|[[Image:Adelain.jpg]]
|Adelain E'sren's cousin on his mother's side, Adelain deals with the clothing they sell, and has been travelling with Siobhan's branch of the family for the past three years. She was married to a man who left her for someone else, and she had nowhere else to go, so on she came.
|}

== Relationships ==
* [[Aishani]] - She's younger than he is, which gives him conflicting feelings. His instinct is protective, like an older brother might be, but she's in charge of the Weyr so that might be inappropriate. She's also from the same kind of stock as he is, and that just makes him want to look out for her even more. Ahruth really likes Iesaryth, and remembers her as his mother because he knows her to be, and he knows what a mother is thanks to his rider's open feelings towards his own.
* [[Alida]] - Puts up a lot of front, he heard she was laughing like an idiot when one of the other weyrlings was in trouble with their straps, after Sabella, and he really didn't like that very much. Not a lot of trust there, if that's how she's going to react to one of her own in distress, needing help.
* [[Azaylia]] - He likes her, Ahruth likes Hraedhyth. She's another sister figure to him, which raises the same kind of uncertainty. Not to mention that if it ever came up between her or Aishani, he has no idea who he'd back if it came down to it.
* [[C'wlin]] - He runs a mean drill.
* [[D'kan]] - Out of all the weyrlings, D'kan is probably the one E'sren relates to the most. They're not the same, they might not even come close to having common ground on the surface, but when D'kan was wingleader it kind of worked.
* [[F'manis]] - Mentor. He might not look up to him, but there have been a lot of moments when he needed advice, and he's definitely been watching as things unfold with the wings. The older bluerider is going to prove to be an interesting role model.
* [[I'zech]] - Bros. I'zech is the anti-E'sren, but the whole making I'zech be weyrlingmaster thing was probably the best thing that's ever happened to bromances. They get each other, and there's understanding there, both from E'sren and Ahruth when it comes to Rojeth.
* [[K'del]] - The few times he's seen him, talked to him, they've been just moments of casual acquaintance, but E'sren has a strange respect for the former Weyrleader, founded on some anonymous feeling.
* [[K'zin]] - Even though they both probably wish he didn't, E'sren knows a lot more about what K'zin's been up to as the months progress. Rumor and gossip are one thing, but it's hard to ignore when you hear things straight from the horse's mouth, as it were. So long as he doesn't try anything else with Sabella, and so long as he doesn't drag Telavi's name through the mud as well, and so long as he doesn't fuck with Azaylia and hurt her, they should be fine. Should be.
* [[Mave]] - The same age as his little sister, and with the same sassy temperament, Mave's place in E'sren's life is obvious. He helped her put her show on, and he'd help again if she asked. They have an easy, playful relationship and grew close through working together on the show.
* [[Meara]] - Meara is awesome, and she's helped him through a few rough spots in weyrlinghood so far.
* [[N'hax]] - Not a bad guy at all, they worked together on Mave's play. He'd have a drink with him in a heartbeat.
* [[N'ky]] - He has a soft spot for N'ky, and he's noticed the hard time the greenrider's had, but he's mostly stayed out of it since he seems to want to be left alone more than anything.
* [[Quinlys]] - She doesn't take any bullshit. He likes Quinlys a lot, he's had many a meaningful conversation with her and she's always been the best at giving it to him straight, an honesty he admires.
* [[Sabella]] - His best friend, his confidante, the one person who sees all the sides of him he never shows anyone else, she's the only one who gets to see him take the mask off and be weary or have doubt. A lot of people might think that he's helped her during weyrlinghood, but she took him in and inspires him every day to do better. And now that they're trying this new level out, he can't seem to stop grinning like an idiot when she's around.
* [[Taikrin]] - Even if he doesn't voice his opinions of the Weyr's leadership, whatever they may be, he harbors secret concern for what the Acting Weyrleader is doing to his new home.
* [[Telavi]] - All for one, and one for all~ He, Sabella and Telavi have been close pretty much from the get go, and if Sabella's not around, the other two can still be seen studying together or eating, or walking through the tunnels on their way to drills or lessons. That hasn't changed since the dynamic between E'sren and Sabella has shifted somewhat, and the three of them still make each other laugh anytime they're together.

== Playlists ==
E'sren

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hhnZkNj7kAo The Intro - The xx]

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sMw7lwxRImI The Rocky Road to Dublin - The Dubliners]

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y_tLiWUVAs0 Why Am I So Dizzy? - Joseph Gordon-Levitt]

Impression, and life at the Weyr.

''I hardly drank last night Maybe I slept more than I’m used to But why am I so dizzy? Was I dreaming when I woke? Suddenly the phone was ringing Where was I just now? Maybe I was underwater''

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9zdNdjF-htY Wake Up - The Arcade Fire]

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HRD0ghlFSgk Golden Years - David Bowie]

''Don't let me hear you say lifes taking you nowhere, angel Come get up my baby Look at that sky, lifes begun Nights are warm and the days are young Come get up my baby''

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iOpzE1U0qXw Manhattan - Kings of Leon]

''We're gonna fuel the fire, gonna stoke it up We're gonna sip this wine and pass the cup Who needs avenues, who needs reservoirs Gonna show this town how to kiss these stars''

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xqp1U6RoQaw Simple Man - Lynyrd Skynyrd]

''Mama told me when I was young Come sit beside me, my only son And listen closely to what I say. And if you do this It'll help you some sunny day. Oh, take your time... Don't live too fast, Troubles will come and they will pass.''

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mFSnhpYFVSk Float On - Modest Mouse]

''Alright already we'll all float on Ok don't worry we'll all float on Even if things get heavy we'll all float on''

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c-zEtAuKuUY Razzle Dazzle 'Em - Chicago]

''Give 'em the old razzle dazzle Razzle Dazzle 'em Give 'em an act with lots of flash in it And the reaction will be passionate''

Ahruth

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PUpA9tGr_mY The Rainbow Connection - The Muppets]

''Who said that every wish Would be heard and answered When wished on the morning star Somebody thought of that And someone believed it And look what it's done so far''

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d25fVFv0YRM Don't Speak (I came to make a bang) - Eagles of Death Metal]

''Don't move, don't speak, even whisper There's something happenin' but don't be scared I'm too smooth, you never see me coming I'm never in a hurry, I'm just movin' fast''

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E'sren

2013-05-11T20:42:37Z

Eliv: /* Relationships */

{{HrwProfile
|picture=E'sren.jpg
|position=HRW Weyrling
|craft=Trade/MAGIC
|birthplace=High Reaches area
|mother=Siobhan Renai
|father=Some dude.
|siblings=Three.
|children=
|friends=
|playedby=Joseph Gordon-Levitt
|livejournal=}}

== Description ==
E'sren

Naturally upbeat, E'sren has a bark-y laugh and uses a lot of hand gestures. His face expresses well his personality, his cool coming through strongly, and his black eyes squint with every one of those big grins. His jaw is square and chiseled, strong with a good chin, and his nose is a little wide but it suits him. He wears those few inches of dark hair slicked back now that it's grown out of the weyrling buzz; his face is cleanshaven, never so much as a shadow of stubble. Beyond that, he's of average height; there's more muscle now than before though he still maintains that lean build. His voice is a low, smoky tenor. He's a sharp dresser, his choice of clothes on the effortlessly snappy, stylish side. His knot marks him a weyrling to a blue dragon at High Reaches; the silver thread is new, denoting him as a member of the weyrling leadership program.

Ahruth

Slick, slender, smooth; a speedster through and through. Gleaming polish buffs the blu cepheus of his hide, metallic bright, every inch of him built for speed - from the aerodynamic slope of his narrow nose to the slimness of his whipcord tail. Lightning-bright argento luna limns the streamlined curve of his spine, striking silver to the tips of his sleek 'ridges and out along the gullwing strength of his cyan-kissed wings. Acapulco darkness lines his undercarriage, road-slicked scuro along the inners of his slender legs, down to the dunkelblau and rubber of his treadmarked paws.

(thank you N'ky for Ahruth's desc! <3 for color guide - http://www.lambocars.com/pnt/)

== WYSK ==
- part of the Renai trading family, E'sren was an entertainer/sleight of hand artist by trade

- he has a loud, bark-y laugh and a low, smoky tenor

- goes by Chase

- Ahruth is a flashy dragon both in looks and in personality, neon blue in color and ''fast''

== D&D Persona ==
I Am A: Lawful Good Human Paladin (4th Level)
 Ability Scores: 
Strength-16 
Dexterity-16 
Constitution-15 
Intelligence-19 
Wisdom-14 
Charisma-15
 Alignment: Lawful Good A lawful good character acts as a good person is expected or required to act. He combines a commitment to oppose evil with the discipline to fight relentlessly. He tells the truth, keeps his word, helps those in need, and speaks out against injustice. A lawful good character hates to see the guilty go unpunished. Lawful good is the best alignment you can be because it combines honor and compassion. However, lawful good can be a dangerous alignment when it restricts freedom and criminalizes self-interest. 
 Race: Humans are the most adaptable of the common races. Short generations and a penchant for migration and conquest have made them physically diverse as well. Humans are often unorthodox in their dress, sporting unusual hairstyles, fanciful clothes, tattoos, and the like.
 Class: Paladins take their adventures seriously, and even a mundane mission is, in the heart of the paladin, a personal test an opportunity to demonstrate bravery, to learn tactics, and to find ways to do good. Divine power protects these warriors of virtue, warding off harm, protecting from disease, healing, and guarding against fear. The paladin can also direct this power to help others, healing wounds or curing diseases, and also use it to destroy evil. Experienced paladins can smite evil foes and turn away undead. A paladin's Wisdom score should be high, as this determines the maximum spell level that they can cast. Many of the paladin's special abilities also benefit from a high Charisma score.
 Find out <a href='http://www.easydamus.com/character.html' target='mt'>What Kind of Dungeons and Dragons Character Would You Be?</a>, courtesy of Easydamus <a href='mailto:zybstrski@excite.com'>(e-mail)</a> 

== History ==
E'sren used to be Rechasren, who was also Chase, a nickname he continues to prefer. He was a trader before being Searched, a salesman and entertainer with a high success rate and good sales record, but wasn't quite what his mother was thinking when it came to the future leadership of her life's work. So she practically threw her son at the search dragon and Chase showed up at the Weyr a couple of weeks before the eggs hatched.

He's an open, honest guy, laidback almost to a fault. Thus far with his fellow weyrlings he's been helpful and kind, if a bit high energy. Ahruth is the fast sports car. His element? Surprise. Bam.

== The Renai Family ==
{|
|-valign="top"
|[[Image:Earyn.jpg]]
|Earyn E'sren's father. Earyn died two years ago after the family was struck by a sickness acquired from food poisoning, along with his son, Eamon. The family is still trying to heal after their loss, even if they quickly filled in the holes left by his passing, sheer survival urging them to learn how to function without their patriarch.
|-valign="top"
|[[Image:Siobhan.jpg]]
|Siobhan E'sren's mother, Siobhan leads this branch of the family alone since the death of E'sren's father, her husband, two years ago. She's a tough lady with a sharp intellect, and she runs a tight ship, some might say she's overcompensating for being a woman, or to make absolutely sure she doesn't lose anyone else. But she's a good woman, fun in her own way, and she loves her family.
|-valign="top"
|[[Image:Eamon.jpg]]
|Eamon E'sren's older brother, deceased. He died two years ago from the same sickness that took his father. Eamon was E'sren's best friend, role model, partner in crime, everything a boy needs growing up rolled into one. The whole family felt this loss, but E'sren especially was heartbroken.
|-valign="top"
|[[Image:Seamus.jpg]]
|Seamus Seamus is E'sren's younger brother by two years and the next up for taking over their branch of the family. He's a levelheaded kid, kind of E'sren's opposite in a lot of ways, which is probably why he's now in the position to take over instead of his older brother. He helps with the books and the business, but also runs the stall.
|-valign="top"
|[[Image:Merilyn.jpg]]
|Merilyn Merilyn is E'sren's little sister. At fifteen years old, she's at that age where attitude is everything. She's always helped their mother run the stalls and acts as go-fer for them when they're posted, running messages to and from the caravan to keep communication with whoever leads the area. She and E'sren have a playful relationship together.
|-valign="top"
|[[Image:Harys.jpg]]
|Harys Siobhan's sister and E'sren's aunt, Harys is a dark, serious woman. She's never been married, the need has never risen, and has been with them as long as E'sren's been alive. She was always ever his confidante when he was a child, and even now he trusts her, talks to her before his mother. She isn't one to judge harshly, but she is brutally honest.
|-valign="top"
|[[Image:Adelain.jpg]]
|Adelain E'sren's cousin on his mother's side, Adelain deals with the clothing they sell, and has been travelling with Siobhan's branch of the family for the past three years. She was married to a man who left her for someone else, and she had nowhere else to go, so on she came.
|}

== Relationships ==
* [[Aishani]] - She's younger than he is, which gives him conflicting feelings. His instinct is protective, like an older brother might be, but she's in charge of the Weyr so that might be inappropriate. She's also from the same kind of stock as he is, and that just makes him want to look out for her even more. Ahruth really likes Iesaryth, and remembers her as his mother because he knows her to be, and he knows what a mother is thanks to his rider's open feelings towards his own.
* [[Alida]] - Puts up a lot of front, he heard she was laughing like an idiot when one of the other weyrlings was in trouble with their straps, after Sabella, and he really didn't like that very much. Not a lot of trust there, if that's how she's going to react to one of her own in distress, needing help.
* [[Azaylia]] - He likes her, Ahruth likes Hraedhyth. She's another sister figure to him, which raises the same kind of uncertainty. Not to mention that if it ever came up between her or Aishani, he has no idea who he'd back if it came down to it.
* [[C'wlin]] - He runs a mean drill.
* [[D'kan]] - Out of all the weyrlings, D'kan is probably the one E'sren relates to the most. They're not the same, they might not even come close to having common ground on the surface, but when D'kan was wingleader it kind of worked.
* [[F'manis]] - Mentor. He might not look up to him, but there have been a lot of moments when he needed advice, and he's definitely been watching as things unfold with the wings. The older bluerider is going to prove to be an interesting role model.
* [[I'zech]] - Bros. I'zech is the anti-E'sren, but the whole making I'zech be weyrlingmaster thing was probably the best thing that's ever happened to bromances. They get each other, and there's understanding there, both from E'sren and Ahruth when it comes to Rojeth.
* [[K'del]] - The few times he's seen him, talked to him, they've been just moments of casual acquaintance, but E'sren has a strange respect for the former Weyrleader, founded on some anonymous feeling.
* [[K'zin]] - Even though they both probably wish he didn't, E'sren knows a lot more about what K'zin's been up to as the months progress. Rumor and gossip are one thing, but it's hard to ignore when you hear things straight from the horse's mouth, as it were. So long as he doesn't try anything else with Sabella, and so long as he doesn't drag Telavi's name through the mud as well, and so long as he doesn't fuck with Azaylia and hurt her, they should be fine. Should be.
* [[Mave]] - The same age as his little sister, and with the same sassy temperament, Mave's place in E'sren's life is obvious. He helped her put her show on, and he'd help again if she asked. They have an easy, playful relationship and grew close through working together on the show.
* [[Meara]] - Meara is awesome, and she's helped him through a few rough spots in weyrlinghood so far.
* [[N'hax]] - He doesn't know him well outside of working with him on Mave's play, but he'd have a drink with him in a heartbeat.
* [[N'ky]] - He has a soft spot for N'ky, and he's noticed the hard time the greenrider's had, but he's mostly stayed out of it since he seems to want to be left alone more than anything.
* [[Quinlys]] - He likes Quinlys a lot, he's had many a meaningful conversation with her and she's always been the best at giving it to him straight, an honesty he admires.
* [[Sabella]] - His best friend, his confidante, the one person who sees all the sides of him he never shows anyone else, she's the only one who gets to see him take the mask off and be weary or have doubt. A lot of people might think that he's helped her during weyrlinghood, but she took him in and inspires him every day to do better. And now that they're trying this new level out, he can't seem to stop grinning like an idiot when she's around.
* [[Taikrin]] - He doesn't voice his opinions of the Weyr's leadership, whatever they may be, but he harbors concern for what the Acting Weyrleader is doing to his new home.
* [[Telavi]] - He, Sabella and Telavi have been close pretty much from the get go, and if Sabella's not around, the other two can still be seen studying together or eating, or walking through the tunnels on their way to drills or lessons. That hasn't changed since the dynamic between E'sren and Sabella has shifted somewhat, and the three of them still make each other laugh anytime they're together.

== Playlists ==
E'sren

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hhnZkNj7kAo The Intro - The xx]

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sMw7lwxRImI The Rocky Road to Dublin - The Dubliners]

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y_tLiWUVAs0 Why Am I So Dizzy? - Joseph Gordon-Levitt]

Impression, and life at the Weyr.

''I hardly drank last night Maybe I slept more than I’m used to But why am I so dizzy? Was I dreaming when I woke? Suddenly the phone was ringing Where was I just now? Maybe I was underwater''

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9zdNdjF-htY Wake Up - The Arcade Fire]

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HRD0ghlFSgk Golden Years - David Bowie]

''Don't let me hear you say lifes taking you nowhere, angel Come get up my baby Look at that sky, lifes begun Nights are warm and the days are young Come get up my baby''

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iOpzE1U0qXw Manhattan - Kings of Leon]

''We're gonna fuel the fire, gonna stoke it up We're gonna sip this wine and pass the cup Who needs avenues, who needs reservoirs Gonna show this town how to kiss these stars''

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xqp1U6RoQaw Simple Man - Lynyrd Skynyrd]

''Mama told me when I was young Come sit beside me, my only son And listen closely to what I say. And if you do this It'll help you some sunny day. Oh, take your time... Don't live too fast, Troubles will come and they will pass.''

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mFSnhpYFVSk Float On - Modest Mouse]

''Alright already we'll all float on Ok don't worry we'll all float on Even if things get heavy we'll all float on''

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c-zEtAuKuUY Razzle Dazzle 'Em - Chicago]

''Give 'em the old razzle dazzle Razzle Dazzle 'em Give 'em an act with lots of flash in it And the reaction will be passionate''

Ahruth

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PUpA9tGr_mY The Rainbow Connection - The Muppets]

''Who said that every wish Would be heard and answered When wished on the morning star Somebody thought of that And someone believed it And look what it's done so far''

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d25fVFv0YRM Don't Speak (I came to make a bang) - Eagles of Death Metal]

''Don't move, don't speak, even whisper There's something happenin' but don't be scared I'm too smooth, you never see me coming I'm never in a hurry, I'm just movin' fast''

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E'sren

2013-05-11T20:39:00Z

Eliv: /* Description */

{{HrwProfile
|picture=E'sren.jpg
|position=HRW Weyrling
|craft=Trade/MAGIC
|birthplace=High Reaches area
|mother=Siobhan Renai
|father=Some dude.
|siblings=Three.
|children=
|friends=
|playedby=Joseph Gordon-Levitt
|livejournal=}}

== Description ==
E'sren

Naturally upbeat, E'sren has a bark-y laugh and uses a lot of hand gestures. His face expresses well his personality, his cool coming through strongly, and his black eyes squint with every one of those big grins. His jaw is square and chiseled, strong with a good chin, and his nose is a little wide but it suits him. He wears those few inches of dark hair slicked back now that it's grown out of the weyrling buzz; his face is cleanshaven, never so much as a shadow of stubble. Beyond that, he's of average height; there's more muscle now than before though he still maintains that lean build. His voice is a low, smoky tenor. He's a sharp dresser, his choice of clothes on the effortlessly snappy, stylish side. His knot marks him a weyrling to a blue dragon at High Reaches; the silver thread is new, denoting him as a member of the weyrling leadership program.

Ahruth

Slick, slender, smooth; a speedster through and through. Gleaming polish buffs the blu cepheus of his hide, metallic bright, every inch of him built for speed - from the aerodynamic slope of his narrow nose to the slimness of his whipcord tail. Lightning-bright argento luna limns the streamlined curve of his spine, striking silver to the tips of his sleek 'ridges and out along the gullwing strength of his cyan-kissed wings. Acapulco darkness lines his undercarriage, road-slicked scuro along the inners of his slender legs, down to the dunkelblau and rubber of his treadmarked paws.

(thank you N'ky for Ahruth's desc! <3 for color guide - http://www.lambocars.com/pnt/)

== WYSK ==
- part of the Renai trading family, E'sren was an entertainer/sleight of hand artist by trade

- he has a loud, bark-y laugh and a low, smoky tenor

- goes by Chase

- Ahruth is a flashy dragon both in looks and in personality, neon blue in color and ''fast''

== D&D Persona ==
I Am A: Lawful Good Human Paladin (4th Level)
 Ability Scores: 
Strength-16 
Dexterity-16 
Constitution-15 
Intelligence-19 
Wisdom-14 
Charisma-15
 Alignment: Lawful Good A lawful good character acts as a good person is expected or required to act. He combines a commitment to oppose evil with the discipline to fight relentlessly. He tells the truth, keeps his word, helps those in need, and speaks out against injustice. A lawful good character hates to see the guilty go unpunished. Lawful good is the best alignment you can be because it combines honor and compassion. However, lawful good can be a dangerous alignment when it restricts freedom and criminalizes self-interest. 
 Race: Humans are the most adaptable of the common races. Short generations and a penchant for migration and conquest have made them physically diverse as well. Humans are often unorthodox in their dress, sporting unusual hairstyles, fanciful clothes, tattoos, and the like.
 Class: Paladins take their adventures seriously, and even a mundane mission is, in the heart of the paladin, a personal test an opportunity to demonstrate bravery, to learn tactics, and to find ways to do good. Divine power protects these warriors of virtue, warding off harm, protecting from disease, healing, and guarding against fear. The paladin can also direct this power to help others, healing wounds or curing diseases, and also use it to destroy evil. Experienced paladins can smite evil foes and turn away undead. A paladin's Wisdom score should be high, as this determines the maximum spell level that they can cast. Many of the paladin's special abilities also benefit from a high Charisma score.
 Find out <a href='http://www.easydamus.com/character.html' target='mt'>What Kind of Dungeons and Dragons Character Would You Be?</a>, courtesy of Easydamus <a href='mailto:zybstrski@excite.com'>(e-mail)</a> 

== History ==
E'sren used to be Rechasren, who was also Chase, a nickname he continues to prefer. He was a trader before being Searched, a salesman and entertainer with a high success rate and good sales record, but wasn't quite what his mother was thinking when it came to the future leadership of her life's work. So she practically threw her son at the search dragon and Chase showed up at the Weyr a couple of weeks before the eggs hatched.

He's an open, honest guy, laidback almost to a fault. Thus far with his fellow weyrlings he's been helpful and kind, if a bit high energy. Ahruth is the fast sports car. His element? Surprise. Bam.

== The Renai Family ==
{|
|-valign="top"
|[[Image:Earyn.jpg]]
|Earyn E'sren's father. Earyn died two years ago after the family was struck by a sickness acquired from food poisoning, along with his son, Eamon. The family is still trying to heal after their loss, even if they quickly filled in the holes left by his passing, sheer survival urging them to learn how to function without their patriarch.
|-valign="top"
|[[Image:Siobhan.jpg]]
|Siobhan E'sren's mother, Siobhan leads this branch of the family alone since the death of E'sren's father, her husband, two years ago. She's a tough lady with a sharp intellect, and she runs a tight ship, some might say she's overcompensating for being a woman, or to make absolutely sure she doesn't lose anyone else. But she's a good woman, fun in her own way, and she loves her family.
|-valign="top"
|[[Image:Eamon.jpg]]
|Eamon E'sren's older brother, deceased. He died two years ago from the same sickness that took his father. Eamon was E'sren's best friend, role model, partner in crime, everything a boy needs growing up rolled into one. The whole family felt this loss, but E'sren especially was heartbroken.
|-valign="top"
|[[Image:Seamus.jpg]]
|Seamus Seamus is E'sren's younger brother by two years and the next up for taking over their branch of the family. He's a levelheaded kid, kind of E'sren's opposite in a lot of ways, which is probably why he's now in the position to take over instead of his older brother. He helps with the books and the business, but also runs the stall.
|-valign="top"
|[[Image:Merilyn.jpg]]
|Merilyn Merilyn is E'sren's little sister. At fifteen years old, she's at that age where attitude is everything. She's always helped their mother run the stalls and acts as go-fer for them when they're posted, running messages to and from the caravan to keep communication with whoever leads the area. She and E'sren have a playful relationship together.
|-valign="top"
|[[Image:Harys.jpg]]
|Harys Siobhan's sister and E'sren's aunt, Harys is a dark, serious woman. She's never been married, the need has never risen, and has been with them as long as E'sren's been alive. She was always ever his confidante when he was a child, and even now he trusts her, talks to her before his mother. She isn't one to judge harshly, but she is brutally honest.
|-valign="top"
|[[Image:Adelain.jpg]]
|Adelain E'sren's cousin on his mother's side, Adelain deals with the clothing they sell, and has been travelling with Siobhan's branch of the family for the past three years. She was married to a man who left her for someone else, and she had nowhere else to go, so on she came.
|}

== Relationships ==
* [[Aishani]] - She's younger than he is, which gives him conflicting feelings. His instinct is protective, like an older brother might be, but she's in charge of the Weyr so that might be inappropriate. She's also from the same kind of stock as he is, and that just makes him want to look out for her even more. Ahruth really likes Iesaryth, and remembers her as his mother because he knows her to be, and he knows what a mother is thanks to his rider's open feelings towards his own.
* [[Alida]] - Puts up a lot of front, he heard she was laughing like an idiot when one of the other weyrlings was in trouble with their straps, after Sabella, and he really didn't like that very much. Not a lot of trust there, if that's how she's going to react to one of her own in distress, needing help.
* [[Azaylia]] - He likes her, Ahruth likes Hraedhyth. She's another sister figure to him, which raises the same kind of uncertainty. Not to mention that if it ever came up between her or Aishani, he has no idea who he'd back if it came down to it.
* [[C'wlin]] - He runs a mean drill.
* [[D'kan]] - Out of all the weyrlings, D'kan is probably the one E'sren relates to the most. They're not the same, they might not even come close to having common ground on the surface, but when D'kan was wingleader it kind of worked.
* [[F'manis]] - Mentor. He might not look up to him, but there have been a lot of moments when he needed advice, and he's definitely been watching as things unfold with the wings. The older bluerider is going to prove to be an interesting role model.
* [[I'zech]] - Bros. I'zech is the anti-E'sren, but the whole making I'zech be weyrlingmaster thing was probably the best thing that's ever happened to bromances. They get each other, and there's understanding there, both from E'sren and Ahruth when it comes to Rojeth.
* [[K'del]] - The few times he's seen him, talked to him, they've been just moments of casual acquaintance, but E'sren has a strange respect for the former Weyrleader, founded on some anonymous feeling.
* [[K'zin]] - Even though they both probably wish he didn't, E'sren knows a lot more about what K'zin's been up to as the months progress. Rumor and gossip are one thing, but it's hard to ignore when you hear things straight from the horse's mouth, as it were. So long as he doesn't try anything else with Sabella, and so long as he doesn't drag Telavi's name through the mud as well, and so long as he doesn't fuck with Azaylia and hurt her, they should be fine. Should be.
* [[Mave]] - The same age as his little sister, and with the same sassy temperament, Mave's place in E'sren's life is obvious. He helped her put her show on, and he'd help again if she asked. They have an easy, playful relationship and grew close through working together on the show.
* [[Meara]] - Meara is awesome, and she's helped him through a few rough spots in weyrlinghood so far.
* [[N'hax]] - He doesn't know him well outside of working with him on Mave's play, but he'd have a drink with him in a heartbeat.
* [[N'ky]] - He has a soft spot for N'ky, and he's noticed the hard time the greenrider's had, but he's mostly stayed out of it since he seems to want to be left alone more than anything.
* [[Quinlys]] - He likes Quinlys a lot, he's had many a meaningful conversation with her and she's always been the best at giving it to him straight, an honesty he admires.
* [[Sabella]] - His best friend, his confidante, the one person who sees all the sides of him he never shows anyone else, she's the only one who gets to see him take the mask off and be weary or have doubt. A lot of people might think that he's helped her during weyrlinghood, but she took him in and inspires him every day to do better. And now that they're trying this new level out, he can't seem to stop grinning like an idiot when she's around.
* [[Taikrin]] - He doesn't voice his opinions of the Weyr's leadership, whatever they may be, but he harbors concern for what the Acting Weyrleader is doing to his new home.

== Playlists ==
E'sren

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hhnZkNj7kAo The Intro - The xx]

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sMw7lwxRImI The Rocky Road to Dublin - The Dubliners]

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y_tLiWUVAs0 Why Am I So Dizzy? - Joseph Gordon-Levitt]

Impression, and life at the Weyr.

''I hardly drank last night Maybe I slept more than I’m used to But why am I so dizzy? Was I dreaming when I woke? Suddenly the phone was ringing Where was I just now? Maybe I was underwater''

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9zdNdjF-htY Wake Up - The Arcade Fire]

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HRD0ghlFSgk Golden Years - David Bowie]

''Don't let me hear you say lifes taking you nowhere, angel Come get up my baby Look at that sky, lifes begun Nights are warm and the days are young Come get up my baby''

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iOpzE1U0qXw Manhattan - Kings of Leon]

''We're gonna fuel the fire, gonna stoke it up We're gonna sip this wine and pass the cup Who needs avenues, who needs reservoirs Gonna show this town how to kiss these stars''

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xqp1U6RoQaw Simple Man - Lynyrd Skynyrd]

''Mama told me when I was young Come sit beside me, my only son And listen closely to what I say. And if you do this It'll help you some sunny day. Oh, take your time... Don't live too fast, Troubles will come and they will pass.''

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mFSnhpYFVSk Float On - Modest Mouse]

''Alright already we'll all float on Ok don't worry we'll all float on Even if things get heavy we'll all float on''

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c-zEtAuKuUY Razzle Dazzle 'Em - Chicago]

''Give 'em the old razzle dazzle Razzle Dazzle 'em Give 'em an act with lots of flash in it And the reaction will be passionate''

Ahruth

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PUpA9tGr_mY The Rainbow Connection - The Muppets]

''Who said that every wish Would be heard and answered When wished on the morning star Somebody thought of that And someone believed it And look what it's done so far''

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d25fVFv0YRM Don't Speak (I came to make a bang) - Eagles of Death Metal]

''Don't move, don't speak, even whisper There's something happenin' but don't be scared I'm too smooth, you never see me coming I'm never in a hurry, I'm just movin' fast''

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E'sren

2013-05-11T20:32:32Z

Eliv: /* Relationships */

{{HrwProfile
|picture=E'sren.jpg
|position=HRW Weyrling
|craft=Trade/MAGIC
|birthplace=High Reaches area
|mother=Siobhan Renai
|father=Some dude.
|siblings=Three.
|children=
|friends=
|playedby=Joseph Gordon-Levitt
|livejournal=}}

== Description ==
E'sren

Energetic by nature, E'sren has a bark-y laugh and uses a lot of hand gestures. His face expresses well his personality, his cool coming through strongly, and his black eyes squint with every one of those big grins. His jaw is square and chiseled, strong with a good chin, and his nose is a little on the big side but it suits him. He used to wear his black hair slicked back, but his new title brings with it a new haircut and he's since had it all shaved down to a buzz, a grey-ish shade of what it once was; his face is cleanshaven, never so much as a shadow of stubble. Beyond that, he's of average height with a lean build, muscle-y without any unnecessary bulk, and his voice is a low, smoky tenor. Clothes are simple for now, presentable but also expendable, just in case. His knot marks him a weyrling to a blue dragon at High Reaches; the silver thread is new, denoting him as a member of the weyrling leadership program.

Ahruth

Slick, slender, smooth; a speedster through and through. Gleaming polish buffs the blu cepheus of his hide, metallic bright, every inch of him built for speed - from the aerodynamic slope of his narrow nose to the slimness of his whipcord tail. Lightning-bright argento luna limns the streamlined curve of his spine, striking silver to the tips of his sleek 'ridges and out along the gullwing strength of his cyan-kissed wings. Acapulco darkness lines his undercarriage, road-slicked scuro along the inners of his slender legs, down to the dunkelblau and rubber of his treadmarked paws.

(thank you N'ky for Ahruth's desc! <3 for color guide - http://www.lambocars.com/pnt/)

== WYSK ==
- part of the Renai trading family, E'sren was an entertainer/sleight of hand artist by trade

- he has a loud, bark-y laugh and a low, smoky tenor

- goes by Chase

- Ahruth is a flashy dragon both in looks and in personality, neon blue in color and ''fast''

== D&D Persona ==
I Am A: Lawful Good Human Paladin (4th Level)
 Ability Scores: 
Strength-16 
Dexterity-16 
Constitution-15 
Intelligence-19 
Wisdom-14 
Charisma-15
 Alignment: Lawful Good A lawful good character acts as a good person is expected or required to act. He combines a commitment to oppose evil with the discipline to fight relentlessly. He tells the truth, keeps his word, helps those in need, and speaks out against injustice. A lawful good character hates to see the guilty go unpunished. Lawful good is the best alignment you can be because it combines honor and compassion. However, lawful good can be a dangerous alignment when it restricts freedom and criminalizes self-interest. 
 Race: Humans are the most adaptable of the common races. Short generations and a penchant for migration and conquest have made them physically diverse as well. Humans are often unorthodox in their dress, sporting unusual hairstyles, fanciful clothes, tattoos, and the like.
 Class: Paladins take their adventures seriously, and even a mundane mission is, in the heart of the paladin, a personal test an opportunity to demonstrate bravery, to learn tactics, and to find ways to do good. Divine power protects these warriors of virtue, warding off harm, protecting from disease, healing, and guarding against fear. The paladin can also direct this power to help others, healing wounds or curing diseases, and also use it to destroy evil. Experienced paladins can smite evil foes and turn away undead. A paladin's Wisdom score should be high, as this determines the maximum spell level that they can cast. Many of the paladin's special abilities also benefit from a high Charisma score.
 Find out <a href='http://www.easydamus.com/character.html' target='mt'>What Kind of Dungeons and Dragons Character Would You Be?</a>, courtesy of Easydamus <a href='mailto:zybstrski@excite.com'>(e-mail)</a> 

== History ==
E'sren used to be Rechasren, who was also Chase, a nickname he continues to prefer. He was a trader before being Searched, a salesman and entertainer with a high success rate and good sales record, but wasn't quite what his mother was thinking when it came to the future leadership of her life's work. So she practically threw her son at the search dragon and Chase showed up at the Weyr a couple of weeks before the eggs hatched.

He's an open, honest guy, laidback almost to a fault. Thus far with his fellow weyrlings he's been helpful and kind, if a bit high energy. Ahruth is the fast sports car. His element? Surprise. Bam.

== The Renai Family ==
{|
|-valign="top"
|[[Image:Earyn.jpg]]
|Earyn E'sren's father. Earyn died two years ago after the family was struck by a sickness acquired from food poisoning, along with his son, Eamon. The family is still trying to heal after their loss, even if they quickly filled in the holes left by his passing, sheer survival urging them to learn how to function without their patriarch.
|-valign="top"
|[[Image:Siobhan.jpg]]
|Siobhan E'sren's mother, Siobhan leads this branch of the family alone since the death of E'sren's father, her husband, two years ago. She's a tough lady with a sharp intellect, and she runs a tight ship, some might say she's overcompensating for being a woman, or to make absolutely sure she doesn't lose anyone else. But she's a good woman, fun in her own way, and she loves her family.
|-valign="top"
|[[Image:Eamon.jpg]]
|Eamon E'sren's older brother, deceased. He died two years ago from the same sickness that took his father. Eamon was E'sren's best friend, role model, partner in crime, everything a boy needs growing up rolled into one. The whole family felt this loss, but E'sren especially was heartbroken.
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|[[Image:Seamus.jpg]]
|Seamus Seamus is E'sren's younger brother by two years and the next up for taking over their branch of the family. He's a levelheaded kid, kind of E'sren's opposite in a lot of ways, which is probably why he's now in the position to take over instead of his older brother. He helps with the books and the business, but also runs the stall.
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|[[Image:Merilyn.jpg]]
|Merilyn Merilyn is E'sren's little sister. At fifteen years old, she's at that age where attitude is everything. She's always helped their mother run the stalls and acts as go-fer for them when they're posted, running messages to and from the caravan to keep communication with whoever leads the area. She and E'sren have a playful relationship together.
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|[[Image:Harys.jpg]]
|Harys Siobhan's sister and E'sren's aunt, Harys is a dark, serious woman. She's never been married, the need has never risen, and has been with them as long as E'sren's been alive. She was always ever his confidante when he was a child, and even now he trusts her, talks to her before his mother. She isn't one to judge harshly, but she is brutally honest.
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|[[Image:Adelain.jpg]]
|Adelain E'sren's cousin on his mother's side, Adelain deals with the clothing they sell, and has been travelling with Siobhan's branch of the family for the past three years. She was married to a man who left her for someone else, and she had nowhere else to go, so on she came.
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== Relationships ==
* [[Aishani]] - She's younger than he is, which gives him conflicting feelings. His instinct is protective, like an older brother might be, but she's in charge of the Weyr so that might be inappropriate. She's also from the same kind of stock as he is, and that just makes him want to look out for her even more. Ahruth really likes Iesaryth, and remembers her as his mother because he knows her to be, and he knows what a mother is thanks to his rider's open feelings towards his own.
* [[Alida]] - Puts up a lot of front, he heard she was laughing like an idiot when one of the other weyrlings was in trouble with their straps, after Sabella, and he really didn't like that very much. Not a lot of trust there, if that's how she's going to react to one of her own in distress, needing help.
* [[Azaylia]] - He likes her, Ahruth likes Hraedhyth. She's another sister figure to him, which raises the same kind of uncertainty. Not to mention that if it ever came up between her or Aishani, he has no idea who he'd back if it came down to it.
* [[C'wlin]] - He runs a mean drill.
* [[D'kan]] - Out of all the weyrlings, D'kan is probably the one E'sren relates to the most. They're not the same, they might not even come close to having common ground on the surface, but when D'kan was wingleader it kind of worked.
* [[F'manis]] - Mentor. He might not look up to him, but there have been a lot of moments when he needed advice, and he's definitely been watching as things unfold with the wings. The older bluerider is going to prove to be an interesting role model.
* [[I'zech]] - Bros. I'zech is the anti-E'sren, but the whole making I'zech be weyrlingmaster thing was probably the best thing that's ever happened to bromances. They get each other, and there's understanding there, both from E'sren and Ahruth when it comes to Rojeth.
* [[K'del]] - The few times he's seen him, talked to him, they've been just moments of casual acquaintance, but E'sren has a strange respect for the former Weyrleader, founded on some anonymous feeling.
* [[K'zin]] - Even though they both probably wish he didn't, E'sren knows a lot more about what K'zin's been up to as the months progress. Rumor and gossip are one thing, but it's hard to ignore when you hear things straight from the horse's mouth, as it were. So long as he doesn't try anything else with Sabella, and so long as he doesn't drag Telavi's name through the mud as well, and so long as he doesn't fuck with Azaylia and hurt her, they should be fine. Should be.
* [[Mave]] - The same age as his little sister, and with the same sassy temperament, Mave's place in E'sren's life is obvious. He helped her put her show on, and he'd help again if she asked. They have an easy, playful relationship and grew close through working together on the show.
* [[Meara]] - Meara is awesome, and she's helped him through a few rough spots in weyrlinghood so far.
* [[N'hax]] - He doesn't know him well outside of working with him on Mave's play, but he'd have a drink with him in a heartbeat.
* [[N'ky]] - He has a soft spot for N'ky, and he's noticed the hard time the greenrider's had, but he's mostly stayed out of it since he seems to want to be left alone more than anything.
* [[Quinlys]] - He likes Quinlys a lot, he's had many a meaningful conversation with her and she's always been the best at giving it to him straight, an honesty he admires.
* [[Sabella]] - His best friend, his confidante, the one person who sees all the sides of him he never shows anyone else, she's the only one who gets to see him take the mask off and be weary or have doubt. A lot of people might think that he's helped her during weyrlinghood, but she took him in and inspires him every day to do better. And now that they're trying this new level out, he can't seem to stop grinning like an idiot when she's around.
* [[Taikrin]] - He doesn't voice his opinions of the Weyr's leadership, whatever they may be, but he harbors concern for what the Acting Weyrleader is doing to his new home.

== Playlists ==
E'sren

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hhnZkNj7kAo The Intro - The xx]

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sMw7lwxRImI The Rocky Road to Dublin - The Dubliners]

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y_tLiWUVAs0 Why Am I So Dizzy? - Joseph Gordon-Levitt]

Impression, and life at the Weyr.

''I hardly drank last night Maybe I slept more than I’m used to But why am I so dizzy? Was I dreaming when I woke? Suddenly the phone was ringing Where was I just now? Maybe I was underwater''

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9zdNdjF-htY Wake Up - The Arcade Fire]

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HRD0ghlFSgk Golden Years - David Bowie]

''Don't let me hear you say lifes taking you nowhere, angel Come get up my baby Look at that sky, lifes begun Nights are warm and the days are young Come get up my baby''

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iOpzE1U0qXw Manhattan - Kings of Leon]

''We're gonna fuel the fire, gonna stoke it up We're gonna sip this wine and pass the cup Who needs avenues, who needs reservoirs Gonna show this town how to kiss these stars''

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xqp1U6RoQaw Simple Man - Lynyrd Skynyrd]

''Mama told me when I was young Come sit beside me, my only son And listen closely to what I say. And if you do this It'll help you some sunny day. Oh, take your time... Don't live too fast, Troubles will come and they will pass.''

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mFSnhpYFVSk Float On - Modest Mouse]

''Alright already we'll all float on Ok don't worry we'll all float on Even if things get heavy we'll all float on''

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c-zEtAuKuUY Razzle Dazzle 'Em - Chicago]

''Give 'em the old razzle dazzle Razzle Dazzle 'em Give 'em an act with lots of flash in it And the reaction will be passionate''

Ahruth

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PUpA9tGr_mY The Rainbow Connection - The Muppets]

''Who said that every wish Would be heard and answered When wished on the morning star Somebody thought of that And someone believed it And look what it's done so far''

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d25fVFv0YRM Don't Speak (I came to make a bang) - Eagles of Death Metal]

''Don't move, don't speak, even whisper There's something happenin' but don't be scared I'm too smooth, you never see me coming I'm never in a hurry, I'm just movin' fast''

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Logs:Payout.

2013-05-11T19:50:06Z

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''Don't be afraid of what's to come, remember who we raised you to be. Remember your father, and be the kind of man who does the right thing. Be honest, be true. You have a home now, protect it with all you got. I love you, baby, forever and ever.''

E'sren reads over the note his mother left one more time before folding it again, the creases well-worn. He's done this a few times already.

He sits on the couch in his weyr, with the package she told him he'd find, exactly where she told him he'd find it. It was large, and he hadn't opened it yet because he didn't know if he was ready for what he'd find. It was a weird shape, he couldn't tell what it was going to be. But he reaches over now for it, shifting to turn himself towards it while he unties the twine binding the cloth as wrapping.

When the first fold peels away he pauses, recognizing immediately the shade of wood, and he has to take a deep, steadying breath to continue unwrapping. At first it's just the neck of the guitar, then as he pulls downward he uncovers the curve of the body of it, the smooth polish. He runs his fingers down the strings gently with reverence.

''Is that music?'' Ahruth asks, trying to see through the entrance from his wallow.

"Yeah buddy. You could say that," E'sren answers aloud, pulling it loose of the swaddle of cloth and cradling it in his lap. He strums his thumb down one string at a time, finding all the places where it's out of tune from unuse. He'll take care of that. "Pop's guitar. He taught me how to play it when I was a kid. Before he... before he died he told Ma to give it to me." And now here it is, and he thought he had to leave it behind when he went with the dragonrider.

So enthralled is he with this surprise that he doesn't notice at first that there's more in the package. It's only after he goes to move the bundle of cloth that he realizes a small pouch and another scrap of paper; a wad of bright blue yarn that turns out to be a long scarf with fringe at either end; along with a few smaller bundles wrapped in leather, which prove to be some of the things he had from before, little collectible things from placed he'd visited: little carvings, a shiny piece of black rock, etc. He smiles while discovering them one by one, then turns his attention to the second note.

''Your share'' it says, simply, and his brow furrows as he hesitantly picks up the little pouch. It couldn't be. But opening it proves that yes, it can. The pouch contains what might be considered a lot of marks to some people, though certainly not a fortune. Not even a small one. More than the amount was the meaning. A payout means a goodbye to the business, and even though he'll always be a Renai, he isn't a trader anymore.

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HRW:Weyrlings/Month6/Recap

2013-05-11T19:48:36Z

Eliv: /* E'sren */

{{WeyrlingNav |title=Month6}}

== Alida ==

== C'wlin ==

== D'kan ==

All too happy to pass off wingleading duties to C'wlin, D'kan spent most of the month in relative relaxation. Sure, the physical training continued to get more intense, but that was all right. Flying with Kazavoth continued to improve. Continued to be ''absolutely freaking awesome!'' It wasn't all rosy, though. It was a big month, the month when the weyrlings were allowed to move into weyrs of their own. Exciting! Unless you're D'kan, who was terrified. Sure, he'd be sharing a weyr with Kazavoth, which helped. But what about when Kazavoth went flying? Or hunting? D'kan would be ''all alone'', oh ''Faranth''.

Okay, it wasn't quite that simple, but this a recap, right? Luckily, he has good people looking out for him, and some very wise people to give advice. It was after a chat with Leova that the brownrider bit the Pern-equivalent bullet and went off to stake a weyr-claim. One of, if not ''the'' last to do so, but who's counting? At least he was moved out of the barracks before the month ended, though not before Kazavoth managed to make a total mess of the place (which D'kan had to clean up... including fixing up a cot really quickly that had belonged Quielle) while exploding a song all over the conscious dragons of the Weyr. Ten points from House Kazavoth, but yes, they whistle while they work.

== E'sren ==
E'sren's been taking the rotation of weyrling wingleaders and wingseconds with characteristic adaptability. He endured C'wlin's demands and was one of the stronger performers at drills and any other physical aspects, proving to be as efficient when it comes to that stuff as he is with academics.

Getting his own weyr was a big step for him. He went from always sleeping either in the same wagon as his family or at least half of them, or sleeping close enough that he could hear them all, to sleeping in the barracks with all the other weyrlings. There were some hard nights where sleep didn't come so easily, and he still has some trouble; often he can be found on the bench on his ledge, staring up at the stars, wrapped up in a blanket.

He and Sabella may have been caught holding hands now and again when they don't think anyone is paying attention or cares. They still spend a ''lot'' of time together, finishing each other's sentences and making each other laugh at their own inside jokes. Telavi is included in that part most of the time, the three of them cracking up over some whispered comment from either one.

Ahruth has taken to flying as effortlessly as anyone could have guessed. He is perfect in flight by now, and can be seen practicing elaborate aerial maneuvers without his rider. For now.

== K'zin ==

== N'hax ==

== N'ky ==
The beginning of month six didn't start overly well for N'ky, who found himself overwhelmed and unable to properly balance the pressure of his wing duties, weyrling lectures, private Harper classes (he still hasn't tested out of remedial Maths, though he's doing better with History), lessons with Madilla, and extra studying to be prepared for the wingleader knot that, according to rumour, he's turned down once... though given the mess he's been for near enough the past two months, he would have been in next to no state to lead anyone.

With no prior warning, Day 15 saw him stop attending Flurry's drills in order to train with Cirrus, under their wingleader for the month, Aisha. It's a temporary arrangement but it seems to be working for him, if not for anyone else.

N'ky was amongst the last of the weyrlings to go hunting for a new weyr, missing out on the organised trips due to his extra work. On Day 17, he persuaded D'kan to go weyrhunting with him, claiming a small, shadowy, draughty location as high up the weyr as possible. By Day 18, he'd moved in.

The rest of the month was smooth as silk for him - moving to Cirrus and shadowing the wing's greenrider leaders, Aisha and J'madri, certainly had a positive impact on N'ky; the change seemed to be exactly what he needed to get back on track - there have even been rumours of him hooking up with one of Cirrus's blueriders, April, and the two of them being frequently spotted together at mealtimes is doing nothing to dispel them.

By the end of the month, he'd even made up with K'zin... just in time for him to be handed a wingleader knot, to take charge of Flurry in Month 7.

== Sabella ==

== Telavi ==

== Meara ==

== Quinlys ==

Logs talk:Sunshine and Joy

2013-05-11T04:53:53Z

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[[Eliv/Comments|Eliv]] ([[User:Eliv|Eliv]] ([[User talk:Eliv|talk]])) left a comment on Sat, 11 May 2013 04:53:50 GMT.

<comment date="2013-05-11T04:53:51Z" name="Eliv" signature="[[User:Eliv|Eliv]] ([[User talk:Eliv|talk]])">
Oh you guys.
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Logs talk:No Rainbows or Unicorns

2013-05-10T19:12:50Z

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[[Aishani/Comments|Aishani]] ([[User:Brieli|Brieli]] ([[User talk:Brieli|talk]])) left a comment on Fri, 10 May 2013 18:32:04 GMT.

<comment date="2013-05-10T18:32:04Z" name="Aishani" signature="[[User:Brieli|Brieli]] ([[User talk:Brieli|talk]])">
I actually think the rider's as manipulative and the dragon, despite outward appearances. Interesting scene.
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[[Eliv/Comments|Eliv]] ([[User:Eliv|Eliv]] ([[User talk:Eliv|talk]])) left a comment on Fri, 10 May 2013 19:12:49 GMT.

<comment date="2013-05-10T19:12:50Z" name="Eliv" signature="[[User:Eliv|Eliv]] ([[User talk:Eliv|talk]])">
Uhoh. XD
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Logs talk:Traveling

2013-05-09T15:54:10Z

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[[Azaylia/Comments|Azaylia]] ([[User:Dragonshy|Dragonshy]] ([[User talk:Dragonshy|talk]])) left a comment on Wed, 08 May 2013 22:21:44 GMT.

<comment date="2013-05-08T22:21:44Z" name="Azaylia" signature="[[User:Dragonshy|Dragonshy]] ([[User talk:Dragonshy|talk]])">
Oooh. Good instinct there, trusting her gut as far as leering riders go. >_>
I enjoy getting to see these little snippets of Sabella's travel. It's a shame she didn't stay with the family, they seemed so nice. But then... if she had, she probably wouldn't have Impressed! Can't have that.
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[[Jolie/Comments|Jolie]] ([[User:Jolie|Jolie]] ([[User talk:Jolie|talk]])) left a comment on Wed, 08 May 2013 22:28:21 GMT.

<comment date="2013-05-08T22:28:21Z" name="Jolie" signature="[[User:Jolie|Jolie]] ([[User talk:Jolie|talk]])">
I'm definitely enjoying getting to see little flashbacks of Sabs's life and how she got in with Greenfields. Esp. her headspace and thought processes! ^^
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And a third like for seeing a bit more of Sabs' younger life!
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<comment date="2013-05-09T12:51:38Z" name="K'zin" signature="[[User:K&#39;zin|K&#39;zin]] ([[User talk:K&#39;zin|talk]])">
What they said! Very interesting and as ever awesomely written!
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<comment date="2013-05-09T15:54:10Z" name="Eliv" signature="[[User:Eliv|Eliv]] ([[User talk:Eliv|talk]])">
Don't put notes in my pocketses!
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Logs:Plot Update - April 29 - May 5, 2013

2013-05-07T04:31:00Z

Eliv:

{{ Log
| who = High Reaches Weyr
| where = High Reaches Weyr
| what = Summary of Plot Points/Important Scenes for the Week
| when = Month 9, Turn 31
| gamedate = 2013.05.06
| quote =
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| categories = Plot Summary
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| ooc = Me again~ I think someone edited the mentions thing last week, thanks! You might also have to do it this week. And if there are any things you'd like to change or fix or add please do so!
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* Mave's play goes off with almost no [http://www.hrweyr.net/Logs:The_Play%27s_The_Thing hitches]. ...[http://www.hrweyr.net/Logs:Curtain_Call almost].

* [http://www.hrweyr.net/Logs:Trust_Issues Telavi] needs some help figuring some things out; Meara has advice for her.

* It's time for the Renai family to get out of [http://www.hrweyr.net/Logs:The_Goodbyes. Dodge].

* The changing of the [http://www.hrweyr.net/Logs:Strings_Attached weyrling wingleaders].

* Meara then gives [http://www.hrweyr.net/Logs:The_Inevitable_Talk N'ky] some much needed attention with a delicate matter.

* On the 6th, Taikrin announces that High Reaches will fly a mock Threadfall over High Reaches Hold on the 7th, over Tillek on the 9th, and over Crom on the 12th. Tillek will probably be okay with that.

* During a run to pick up some, ahem, 'acquired' goods from a pirate-y group of dudes, Jo discovers one of those dudes to be Z'ian's "lost" [http://www.hrweyr.net/Logs:Dirty_Cargo derelict brother].

* K'del has an apology to make. There's some [http://www.hrweyr.net/Logs:In_Peace_and_Protest common ground]. (p.s. I stole this caption from the log because it fit the best.)

* Three wingleaders meet to discuss the state of the Weyr and then they resist. ...[http://www.hrweyr.net/Logs:Viva_La_Resistance! VIVA LA RESISTANCE].

* Some of the wings don't even show up for the mock Threadfall over Tillek on the 9th. Some of the riders from some of the other wings also didn't show up.

* Ali's [http://www.hrweyr.net/Logs:Isyath%27s_Third_Flight gold Isyath] goes up at Fort. K'del is there. K'del leaves his nose at Fort.

* The weyrlings get their [http://www.hrweyr.net/Logs:Picky,_Picky,_Picky weyrs]! Mostly it's an easy process.

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Logs:Plot Update - April 29 - May 5, 2013

2013-05-07T04:29:40Z

Eliv:

{{ Log
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| where = High Reaches Weyr
| what = Summary of Plot Points/Important Scenes for the Week
| when = Month 9, Turn 31
| gamedate = 2013.05.06
| quote =
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| categories = Plot Summary
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| ooc = Me again~ I think someone edited the mentions thing last week, thanks! You might also have to do it this week. And if there are any things you'd like to change or fix or add please do so!
| icons =
| log = This is the weekly plot summary for High Reaches Weyr - covering the week of '''April 29 - May 5''' (For last week, [http://www.hrweyr.net/Logs:Plot_Update_-_April_22_-_28,_2013 click here]):

* Mave's play goes off with almost no [http://www.hrweyr.net/Logs:The_Play%27s_The_Thing hitches]. ...[http://www.hrweyr.net/Logs:Curtain_Call almost].

* [http://www.hrweyr.net/Logs:Trust_Issues Telavi] needs some help figuring some things out; Meara has advice for her.

* It's time for the Renai family to get out of [http://www.hrweyr.net/Logs:The_Goodbyes. Dodge].

* The changing of the [http://www.hrweyr.net/Logs:Strings_Attached weyrling wingleaders].

* Meara then gives [http://www.hrweyr.net/Logs:The_Inevitable_Talk N'ky] some much needed attention with a delicate matter.

* On the 6th, Taikrin announces that High Reaches will fly a mock Threadfall over High Reaches Hold on the 7th, over Tillek on the 9th, and over Crom on the 12th. Tillek will probably be okay with that.

* During a run to pick up some, ahem, 'acquired' goods from a pirate-y group of dudes, Jo discovers one of those dudes to be Z'ian's "lost" [http://www.hrweyr.net/Logs:Dirty_Cargo derelict brother].

* K'del has an apology to make. There's some [http://www.hrweyr.net/Logs:In_Peace_and_Protest common ground]. (p.s. I stole this caption from the log because it fit the best.)

* Three wingleaders meet to discuss the state of the Weyr and then they resist. ...[http://www.hrweyr.net/Logs:Viva_La_Resistance! VIVA LA RESISTANCE].

* Some of the wings don't even show up for the mock Threadfall over Tillekon the 9th. Some of the riders from some of the other wings also didn't show up.

* Ali's [http://www.hrweyr.net/Logs:Isyath%27s_Third_Flight gold Isyath] goes up at Fort. K'del is there. K'del leaves his nose at Fort.

* The weyrlings get their [http://www.hrweyr.net/Logs:Picky,_Picky,_Picky weyrs]! Mostly it's an easy process.

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Logs:Plot Update - April 29 - May 5, 2013

2013-05-07T04:27:56Z

Eliv:

{{ Log
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| where = High Reaches Weyr
| what = Summary of Plot Points/Important Scenes for the Week
| when = Month 9, Turn 31
| gamedate = 2013.05.06
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| ooc = Me again~ I think someone edited the mentions thing last week, thanks! You might also have to do it this week. And if there are any things you'd like to change or fix or add please do so!
| icons =
| log = This is the weekly plot summary for High Reaches Weyr - covering the week of '''April 29 - May 5''' (For last week, [http://www.hrweyr.net/Logs:Plot_Update_-_April_22_-_28,_2013 click here]):

* Mave's play goes off without almost no [http://www.hrweyr.net/Logs:The_Play%27s_The_Thing hitches]. ...[http://www.hrweyr.net/Logs:Curtain_Call almost].

* [http://www.hrweyr.net/Logs:Trust_Issues Telavi] needs some help figuring some things out; Meara has advice for her.

* It's time for the Renai family to get out of [http://www.hrweyr.net/Logs:The_Goodbyes. Dodge].

* The changing of the [http://www.hrweyr.net/Logs:Strings_Attached weyrling wingleaders].

* Meara then gives [http://www.hrweyr.net/Logs:The_Inevitable_Talk N'ky] some much needed attention with a delicate matter.

* On the 6th, Taikrin announces that High Reaches will fly a mock Threadfall over High Reaches Hold on the 7th, over Tillek on the 9th, and over Crom on the 12th. Tillek will probably be okay with that.

* During a run to pick up some, ahem, 'acquired' goods from a pirate-y group of dudes, Jo discovers one of those dudes to be Z'ian's "lost" [http://www.hrweyr.net/Logs:Dirty_Cargo derelict brother].

* K'del has an apology to make. There's some [http://www.hrweyr.net/Logs:In_Peace_and_Protest common ground]. (p.s. I stole this caption from the log because it fit the best.)

* Three wingleaders meet to discuss the state of the Weyr and then they resist. ...[http://www.hrweyr.net/Logs:Viva_La_Resistance! VIVA LA RESISTANCE].

* Some of the wings don't even show up for the mock Threadfall over Tillekon the 9th. Some of the riders from some of the other wings also didn't show up.

* Ali's [http://www.hrweyr.net/Logs:Isyath%27s_Third_Flight gold Isyath] goes up at Fort. K'del is there. K'del leaves his nose at Fort.

* The weyrlings get their [http://www.hrweyr.net/Logs:Picky,_Picky,_Picky weyrs]! Mostly it's an easy process.

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Logs:Plot Update - April 29 - May 5, 2013

2013-05-07T04:17:24Z

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| where = High Reaches Weyr
| what = Summary of Plot Points/Important Scenes for the Week
| when = Month 9, Turn 31
| gamedate = 2013.05.06
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| ooc = Me again~ I think someone edited the mentions thing last week, thanks! You might also have to do it this week. And if there are any things you'd like to change or fix or add please do so!
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* Mave's play goes off without almost no [http://www.hrweyr.net/Logs:The_Play%27s_The_Thing hitches]. ...[http://www.hrweyr.net/Logs:Curtain_Call almost].

* [http://www.hrweyr.net/Logs:Trust_Issues Telavi] needs some help figuring some things out; Meara has advice for her.

* It's time for the Renai family to get out of [http://www.hrweyr.net/Logs:The_Goodbyes. Dodge].

* The changing of the [http://www.hrweyr.net/Logs:Strings_Attached weyrling wingleaders].

* Meara then gives [http://www.hrweyr.net/Logs:The_Inevitable_Talk N'ky] some much needed attention with a delicate matter.

* During a run to pick up some, ahem, 'acquired' goods from a pirate-y group of dudes, Jo discovers one of those dudes to be Z'ian's "lost" [http://www.hrweyr.net/Logs:Dirty_Cargo derelict brother].

* K'del has an apology to make. There's some [http://www.hrweyr.net/Logs:In_Peace_and_Protest common ground]. (p.s. I stole this caption from the log because it fit the best.)

* Three wingleaders meet to discuss the state of the Weyr and then they resist. ...[http://www.hrweyr.net/Logs:Viva_La_Resistance! VIVA LA RESISTANCE].

* Ali's [http://www.hrweyr.net/Logs:Isyath%27s_Third_Flight gold Isyath] goes up at Fort. K'del is there. K'del leaves his nose at Fort.

* The weyrlings get their [http://www.hrweyr.net/Logs:Picky,_Picky,_Picky weyrs]! Mostly it's an easy process.

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Logs talk:Taxidermy and Arm Hair

2013-05-03T02:08:46Z

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Aw, friends~
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Logs:The Goodbyes.

2013-05-02T04:15:13Z

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| where = Lake shore, High Reaches Weyr
| what = Having done their good deeds, the Renais take their leave. All but one.
| when = Day 2, month 9, turn 31
| gamedate = 2013.05.01
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| ooc = I'm kicking them out! It's been long enough! XD But if anyone has a scene they wanted to get in about them, or with them, I'm game because we can always backscene~
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''"You need to go with her. You need to let her take you."'' 
''"You can't ask me to do this, Ma. Not this. Not now."'' 
''"Oh baby, I'm not askin'."'' 

It wasn't so long ago that his mother told him to pack his bag and go with the rider who'd come on Search. ''Told'' him to go. Because she knew who he was and she knew she had to make the tough decision for him, but more importantly for the family. It's always for the family, if you aren't doing it for the family then what are you doing? And they needed a leader, and he wasn't one.

He knows now that it was the right call, knows it in his bones like she knew it back then, but at the time it hurt so much he couldn't stand it, and it hurt even more to be in a strange place with new people everywhere he looked. But he made friends, and soon the eggs were hatching. And then Ahruth found him, sought out his sad, lonely heart no matter how clever he was about hiding it from the rest of the world. Ahruth knew, and Ahruth found him. And the hurt started to go away slowly and surely. And he made more friends, and Sabella...

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This morning he skips breakfast entirely to say goodbye to his family. He walks the short walk down to the lake shore, hands in his pockets, Ahruth nowhere in sight. He needs to do this alone, he knows. They both know.

The Renais are quick about picking themselves up when it's time to leave a place, and he catches them in the finishing stages of their disappearing act. They came to do the play, they did the play, (most of) the goodbyes have been said and now it's time to leave.

He helps them for a while. They all joke quietly with one another and E'sren teases his little sister, and they go through the motions of packing and loading so that everything ''fits'' in the one of the two wagons where all the stuff goes. And when they've run out of work to do they all stand there and look at each other for a moment.

"I guess this is it," E'sren says, breaking the silence and laughing quietly for the cliche. They all smile at him, and one by one walk up to him to hug him and say their goodbyes. Adelaine squeezes him and tweaks his nose; Harys smiles warmly at him after pulling away; Seamus clasps his hand first, pulls him in with that arm and thumps him on the back; Merilyn nearly tackles him and he pretends to be almost bowled over and they laugh, she with tears rolling down her cheeks as she steps away to squeeze Seamus for comfort. They stand in a semi-circle and look on as Siobhan steps up, her calm smile in place.

"You're gonna be okay," she tells him, with all the confidence of a mother.

He nods, smiling, and repeats it back as if she's expecting him to, "I'm gonna be okay." But as they look at each other the smile melts a little and he swallows some strange lump, and then suddenly brushes away a stranger wetness at the corner of his eye with the hasty, hoping-to-be inconspicuous heel of his hand. Siobhan tilts her head and steps up to lean in and hug him, her arms tight around his neck.

"I'm so proud of you," she whispers into his ear, a secret for them alone.

"I know, Ma," he replies, his voice thick despite all his efforts at calm and muffled by how he's hiding half his face in her shoulder.

She holds him like that for a long time, finally pulling away only to press a kiss to his bowed forehead, smooth her thumb under his eye to wipe away another one of those weird leaks he's having so much trouble with.

After, when they're all loaded in, Seamus in the driving seat of one wagon and Harys in that of the other with Adelaine, the animals pawing restless to just go already, E'sren stands there looking up at them and smiles at his brother. "Take care of 'em."

The wagons roll out of sight under his protective watch, and it's not until long after they're gone that he makes his way back to the barracks alone.

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There are a handful of people who will either find goodbye notes and well wishes, or be given them by a messenger, respectively, and by then the traders will be gone. The shore of the lake will be like it was before their arrival, as if they were never there.

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Logs talk:Curtain Call

2013-05-01T16:18:02Z

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<comment date="2013-05-01T07:15:08Z" name="Azaylia" signature="[[User:Dragonshy|Dragonshy]] ([[User talk:Dragonshy|talk]])">
*narrows eyes* ...I know you too well.
WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU YOU GLORIOUS PSYCHOPATH? <3 Just... the hell. THE HELL. *ahem*
I'd be sadder if I wasn't so horrified. And just... kind of in awe at how perfectly awful the timing is. Still, the way Mave works, how long it takes her to realize... perfect. Really true to the character. Good stuff. (You sadistic harpy). <3
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Just... Wow. O.O This has to be in the Alida realm of private horrors. Well played, Mave. Dark and twisted, and well done. Brava!

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My face just did this D: .
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:(
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Logs talk:The Play's The Thing

2013-05-01T16:17:47Z

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''Wow''. I'm amazed at how well everything just flowed together. It really felt like a team effort, IC AND OOC, and that's ''amazing''! Congrats to Mave, who was working on this little project for how long? And it turned out so great!
And everyone's contribution was both hilarious and fantastic! Really. The ending filled me with disgusting warm fuzzies. <3 Who could've figured that a misunderstanding could lead to all of this? XD
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Now let's start planning the next one! ...where'd everyone go?
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Logs:Notes in Books

2013-04-30T04:39:44Z

Eliv: Edit to take out the apple E'sren in the beginning and then I never mentioned it again~

{{ Log
| who = E'sren, Sabella
| where = Records Room, High Reaches
| what = The pair have an honest little chat.
| when = Day 13, Month 8, Turn 31
| gamedate = 2013.04.29
| quote = Did you write them anonymously so they'd be universal? 'To whom it may concern'?
| weather =
| categories =
| mentions = Telavi, I'zech
| ooc = Backdated a bit~
| icons = e'sren 17.jpg, sabella hand2.png
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Books. Scrolls. Bound hides. Maps. If it's a record pertaining to the Weyr, it's likely to be in this roughly oval room with its floor-to-ceiling cherrywood shelves, its multitude of slots for scrolls, and its wide drawers for materials that shouldn't be rolled up or folded. A scribe is usually on duty at the tall desk up front with its good view of the room, and is able to help visitors find what they're looking for via the big bound index on its rotating stand. Past the desk, several tables stand in neat rows for note-taking, each stocked with glowbaskets, scrap hide, paper and pencils. Additional lighting is provided by a many-armed wrought-iron light fixture, its glows gleaming through luxurious glass containers in fluted shapes instead of baskets.

To one side of the room, a gap between two sets of shelves outlines where another set once stood, now replaced by a tapestry-covered aperture. Peeking behind the tapestry reveals another cavern, this one likewise full of shelves, but occupied by only a few boxes of older records and a somewhat musty air of disuse. As well, two narrow but solid doors are locked when the room is unattended and a discreet staircase provides direct access from the Weyrleaders' weyrs.

A seven after the accident finds Sabella in a good mood. She's not participating in some of the more physical drills but she's doing what she can, where she can. The trade off for less of the heavy lifting means a focus on the academics instead, even more than before. In the days following she was plenty distracted with recovery and getting her act together with the upset in her schedule. The greenrider has seemed a little depressed about not being able to fly with everyone else, but she appears to have been keeping that disappointment in check. She spent the morning listening in on the wingleader meeting and this afternoon she's in the records, copying her notes on it over again before she goes to leave it on Taikrin's desk later on. Her casted arm remains in the sling, a multitude of signatures and little drawings covering it now.

One of those drawings is of a meatroll standing on two legs, that waves a hand at Sabella whenever she looks down and says 'hey buddy' in a little thought bubble. That one is E'sren's, one of the earlier additions to the cast. Speaking of, it's E'sren who shows up now, pausing when he sees Sabella in here. Even though things have been a little weird between them since the accident, and maybe even since the baths, he'd never be the sort to avoid her, he doesn't have it in him. He walks over to her table and sets his own books and papers down and takes a seat, as always without feeling the need for an invitation. "Hey."

Sabs has been distracted. She might have been noticing the difference in him after the baths, but it never got the chance to come to a head. Because then there was the fall and all the chaos that's ensued the last couple of days. She's spent a lot of it going over her broken straps too, removing the offending portion and painstakingly trying to piece another strip of leather on. Sewing one-handed is taking awhile. In short, she hasn't quite picked up on the awkwardness again until very recently. In her short handwriting, she makes some notations before glancing up at him. E'sren gets her easy smile. "How were the afternoon drills?"

"They went okay." E'sren isn't looking at her when she smiles at him, but that could just be because in that beat he's looking down at the books and pages and getting things settled so he can start working. Still, he isn't looking, so the connection between them isn't made until a moment later when he does look at her and returns her smile with his own, including a dimple. "Not as cool as they could have been if you were there. How's it been in here?" Because obviously it's always super exciting in the records room and he can't just look around and see that nothing is going on.

"It's been great in here." Sabs responds initially, getting back to her work. She follows a line on the paper with her pencil, tapping at it before going to copy it over. "An hour ago I got up and rearranged some book cases. You know, for fun. I figure it's job security for the scribe on duty." Because there was any chance that the scribe was going to fired for lack of productivity. The smile she flashes him now isn't the easy one, but the sly little troublemaker one. Maybe she moved things around, maybe she didn't. He'll never know unless he decides to get up and look. And would he able to tell?

Now she's not looking, but he still is, it's fine. This way he can watch her calmly while she works, he hasn't actually started yet. He pulls his mouth down, making an impressed face, but then she gives him that smile. He knows her smiles, he knows this one. E'sren narrows his eyes at her, not quite sure what she's trying to imply with that smile, and a little one of his own begins to form. "What? You didn't really rearrange anything did you." He looks over at some of those shelves as if maybe he could squint and try to figure it out.

"Or did I? I've had all afternoon. I could have done plenty of things in here. All on my own without any supervision." Sabella glances up to smile at him slyly and waves her pencil around. "You'd have to look all over. There's lots of shelves that I could have potentially tampered with. Left little notes in books. Directions to hidden things." When he's looking over that way, she hazards a longer look in his direction. It lasts only as long as he's got his own eyes off of her, before she drops them to her writing again.

"Little notes in books? Did you write them anonymously so they'd be universal? 'To whom it may concern'?" She'll get to have that look, he's inspecting the shelves kind of thoroughly considering she probably didn't actually do anything to them, or at least not anything he can see. They pass inspection, and E'sren returns his attention to the books and stuff, opens one up, pulls the papers closer and a pen, and poises the tip of it as if to start writing. Which he does, after a weird moment spent staring down at the blank page, his eyes not really seeing anything and kind of looking like they might want to look at her.

"Actually no." Sabs answers, her attention turned back to the work at hand. She doesn't have much left to copy over and her hand gets to work on it again, finishing up those last couple of sentences. "What I wrote on one was: 'Hey, E'sren. Why the fuck are you acting weird?' And then it referenced another book with another page and that one has a note too. It says: 'It'd be really great if you could stop staring awkwardly into space when we hang out.' and then there's ''another'' hint and it says: 'I'm sorry if I made you feel embarassed. But it would be really great if I didn't lose ''another'' friend. So please talk to me about this before I get mad at you'." Another person would lose control and get emotional somewhere in there, but instead the greenrider just manages a neutral, if tight, expression. And she doesn't look at him at all, because ''that'' would be too hard.

It's become habit, writing and talking, and a large part of their friendship has been spent at this, so to listen to her while taking notes or skimming bullet points for study is second nature to him. 'Actually no' just means she might add something funny, like they do, to embellish and then they'd start one of their back-and-forth exchanges bent on making each other laugh. This is not one of those, he comes to find out, as she goes on. And as she goes on he stops writing and stares down at the words he got out while he could, and eventually his little smile comes back. It's a smile for a lack of a better thing to do. When she's done he thinks on her words, makes a decision, and sets the pen down. "Okay." She's forward; E'sren's honest. She might not be looking at him but he's looking at her, after a glance to make absolutely sure they're alone. "I'm sorry. I... I'm not good at... When I saw you fall I was really fucking scared."

Sabs chooses the moment that he smiles to look up at him. It might not seem like the right thing for him to be doing right now, at least to her. Because she lifts an eyebrow up to consider him for it. The glance that he takes around the room has her looking around too, there's really just the scribe way on the other side of the room. His explanation garners a slight frown, a furrow of her eyebrows. "This was going on before that. It's just been... on-going for awhile now." Her voice is pitched low and at the end she takes a breath, holding it before she exhales. "I'm sorry that you were scared. But everything turned out alright." You know, comparatively. To what the alternative could have been.

Lucky enough, E'sren isn't smiling anymore, so if it was the wrong thing to do at least he stopped doing it. Now it's a rather trouble look indeed he shares, his brow furrowed and his dark eyes serious. At first it doesn't seem like he really knows what she means by that, by before, but that's the thing about seeming. He looks down, scratches his head, gestures vaguely with that hand. "Yeah okay, you're right. It was before your accident. I just..." His chin is tipped down but he does look at her, which wrinkles his forehead. "That day when we were both in the baths, I felt really weird about it. And I felt like maybe you felt weird about it. And I didn't know if that was my fault, and I didn't know how to talk to you about it. Or if I should even bring it up."

"I'm sorry that you felt really weird about it." Sabs apologizes slowly as unease begins to settle across her shoulders. They hunch a little and it's obvious her posture is beginning to turn somewhat rigid all over. "I didn't feel weird about it, I mean, not really. I don't know, should I have?" She asks, but it's almost rhetorical. The greenrider breaks her gaze to glance down, adding a period to the end of a sentence with her pencil. It doesn't matter that she's the one that opened this can of worms, because it seems like she's not quite ready for what's inside. Or what she thinks is inside. Her arm moves mechanically as she flips books closed and slides papers together, the hallmark signs of someone getting ready to run (or walk rather)

Yeah none of those are good signs, even if E'sren didn't know her as well as he does he'd know that. And as she tenses up he winces, one long, continuous wince that doesn't get better after her reply. And definitely not when she starts to collect her things, like she's going to leave. "Really? That's all? You're just gonna make me confess that I felt weird and then you're gonna leave me here?" He's trying, ''trying so hard'', to lighten everything up, maybe partly to stall. "You didn't feel weird? That's good. I thought maybe you did so then I... Sabella, please stay." He's pleading with his eyes, but also that hand that comes out to rest on the table, between them, palm down.

"You didn't ask me to confess anything." Sabella tosses back lightly, trying to infuse a more jovial tone into her voice. "I didn't feel weird until this exact moment and now I feel very, very weird." It's hard for E'sren's pleading eyes to get much of a hold onto her if she's looking away from him. But his hand is down now on the table in front of her and she takes another of those steadying breaths. Her gaze gets fixated onto his fingers instead, a long pause before she looks away and says quietly, "''I'' made you uncomfortable? That makes me feel, it makes me feel just ''terrible.''" And by now the reason she's becoming slowly but surely upset could be obvious. Your physical presence making your close friends feel awkwardly would probably bother just about anyone.

"You didn't make me uncomfortable. I never said that you made me uncomfortable. I said weird. I said I felt weird." It's suddenly really... ''really'' important for her to not feel bad, in fact you could say it's all E'sren wants to do right now. He isn't dense, he knows she's upset. "And it isn't even your fault. At all. You shouldn't have anything to confess. It's me. Believe me when I say... it's me." He looks at her not looking at him and he might as well be feeling a million things for all the things going on in that look. He thinks everything through in his head, weighing it all and trying to make sure it all sounds okay, but eventually he stops lingering and just says words. "When I saw you... it was like for one second it was just me and you, no rules, no Weyr, no dragons. And you were so beautiful, I just..." He stops, failing, and just purses his lips. Stop.

"Oh, the old 'It's not you, it's me'. You know, that usually doesn't work, right? I thought you'd know better." It's a joke. She's joking somehow in the midst of looking like she'll begin shoving all of her things roughly into her old canvas bag. But she doesn't, not yet. Because he's E'sren and her friend and he's still talking to her, she wouldn't run out on him. Not at this moment like this. So she just listens without interrupting him or making remarks or injecting her own feelings into it. As he goes on, her expressions shifts to one of cautious suspicion. Her gaze slowly begins to move towards him again, the one eyebrow lifting. "E'sren, you don't have to- You don't have to say things like that. It's alright if I- I know I touched your hair and you're maybe not okay with that. With-" She struggles for the right thing to say fails, losing it. Starting again, "I was trying to just-" Oh that's not right either. "Oh fuck this." She doesn't get up she just leans forward and puts the heel of her palm to her forehead. "You said we were getting close. And I thought you meant ''us'' and you were just talking about the dragons, weyrlinghood. I was disappointed that it wasn't ''us''."

Oh, she did have something to confess. Hers puts them in a very interesting place indeed, and E'sren is still looking really, really concerned about it all because while it's good that she didn't just leave, and what she said isn't ''bad'', there are still a lot of Things. There are always so many Things. He watches her with that same look on his face, rolling her words around in his head for just a little bit, just a little bit to allow himself some time. Then suddenly he quirks a smile, but his brow is still furrowed so it looks really kind of pained. And it might be. "I meant... us. I meant until we aren't this anymore. When we graduate. But I didn't know how to say any of that. I still don't so it all just sounds really lame and I'm sorry I made you feel like shit. I just felt like if I fucked it up, you wouldn't be my friend, and that's all I really have right now to..." He trails off again, not that good at finishing sentences today.

Yeah, yeah. So she did. For now, keeping her forehead pressed into her palm like that and supporting her is working out really well. Maybe it's pushing important parts of her brain together so that she can continue to think coherently. Because he begins to speak again and she swallows nervously. "Look, E'sren. If you think that you're really bad at this, you have no idea. I'm the worst, I barely know how to be anyone's friend. We don't all come from families, we don't all know how to be ''whole.''" It's not accusing or resentful, it's like an explanation. She almost sounds a little in awe of it. "And you're so together, so healthy and honest and I don't know how you manage it all the time." Drawing herself up, she comes out from hiding behind her hand, though she does bite down on her lower lip as she considers him. "I've really liked being your friend, I think that whatever happened, it would be hard for you to get rid of me now. ..Does that help?" And she hazards a little hopeful smile, like they might just make it past this awkward moment.

"Hey, you're not the worst anything, no more of that stuff okay?" If nothing else, he'll make sure to drive that home with confidence. "I'm the one who gets to decide if you're a bad friend or not, and you're not." As for everything else? Her description of him especially draws a strange reaction, he looks down and shakes his head a few times. "I wasn't so together when you fell," he points out quietly, giving her a look. When everyone heard him scream her name, saw him run to where she'd hit the ground. But her little smile does help and he answers it with one of his own, those worry lines smoothing out of his forehead. "Yeah it helps." There's hope yet! Still, he looks down at his hands, picks at his finger with the others.

"If I want to be the worst something, I'm going to be the worst something." Sabella rejoins, narrowing her eyes at him. Though her expression is lacking any weight, there's nothing serious there. There's another smile for him then and she tips her head to the side, glancing away just briefly. "I don't think that really counts. Your friends don't usually fall out of the sky everyday. You didn't show up to the infirmary and trash it or break in while they were setting my arm. So I think you were ''fine.''" Really. She's not disappointed in him or worried or wanting for him to have done something differently. When she returns to look at him again, her attention drifts from his face down to his hand that's picking at its own fingers. Tentatively, to give him time to maybe pull away or slap at her or whatever she extends her own. Her eyes flicker up to register his reaction before she carefully put hers on top of his, gently and experimentally tangling fingers. It might as well be slow motion. That's how long it takes.

E'sren has to laugh at that, she would be that stubborn. It's a snorted laugh, the kind that doesn't really have a sound, just kind of is a breath with maybe a little 'ch' thrown in for flavor. His glance up was quick, fleeting even, with it, but he's looking down again when she goes on to describe what he didn't do that day she fell. At first he doesn't have a response, and then he sees her hand wander into his vision like its own character in a play, and his both stop moving until he realizes what she's doing and then he adopts a similar position to hers from before, one hand cradling his forehead while he definitely reciprocates the tangle of their fingers there on the table and watches that happen, watches his thumb move against the back of her knuckle. His hand is bigger than hers, a fact that just now seems a lot more obvious. "I kinda wanted to do those things," he admits, his expression tight again. "You were just so scared after. I hated that I couldn't be in there with you." He was scared, she was scared, it was scary.

Maybe it really wasn't this obvious before. Because there's that silence that falls over them, comfortable somehow despite the whole tone of the conversation before it. And in that empty space between talking, she's able to just stare down at their hands there on the the table, fingers linked together. She wiggles her smaller ones against his, a playful tease to them as she looks back up to E'sren. It might be on purpose, it might just be natural girlish delight but her eyelashes do a little flutter right when she smiles. Her voice is soothing, "I'm glad that you didn't. You were okay, you did right. You got scared but then you calmed down and you waited. It was the only thing you could have done then." She might have been scared before but she's fine now, calm even. Really. "You were there afterwards. And you've been helping me carry my stuff." Sabs laughs then, giving his hand a squeeze. "And you wrote more of my notes for me than Telavi. You've both been really great."

It's the teasing wiggle that brings his eyes up to meet hers, in time for that flutter; E'sren grins, suddenly himself, and straightens from his slouch and lean to square his shoulders and rest on an elbow, his other hand brushing her wrist. "Yeah I know. It's just too bad I didn't get to actually ''see'' you clock I'zech in the face." A much talked-about thing, and he still hasn't worked it up enough to actually talk to the weyrlingmaster about it himself, though it's an item on the list. He shrugs when it comes to him helping her, chooses instead to put the spotlight on their greenrider friend. "Telavi was really worried about you too. We talked about it." No big deal. He launches into a recount of that talk, telling her all about Telavi's imagination and questions. And even though they have work to do, they're not going to get to that until later; instead they spend the next hour or two talking and laughing, and making each other laugh whenever possible like nothing's changed. Nothing but their tangled fingers there on the table.

...

Jade? 
Alexander? 
Do you remember that day you fell outta my window? 
I sure do, you came jumping right out after me. 
Well, you fell on the concrete, nearly broke your ass, and you were bleeding all over the place, I rushed you out to the hospital, you remember that? 
Yes, I do. 
Well, there's something I never told you about that night. 
What didn't you tell me? 
Well, while you were sitting in the back seat smoking a cigarette you thought was gonna be your last, I was falling deep, deep in love with you, and I never told you till just now! 

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Logs:Notes in Books

2013-04-30T04:37:49Z

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| who = E'sren, Sabella
| where = Records Room, High Reaches
| what = The pair have an honest little chat.
| when = Day 13, Month 8, Turn 31
| gamedate = 2013.04.29
| quote = Did you write them anonymously so they'd be universal? 'To whom it may concern'?
| weather =
| categories =
| mentions = Telavi, I'zech
| ooc = Backdated a bit~
| icons = e'sren 17.jpg, sabella hand2.png
| log =

Books. Scrolls. Bound hides. Maps. If it's a record pertaining to the Weyr, it's likely to be in this roughly oval room with its floor-to-ceiling cherrywood shelves, its multitude of slots for scrolls, and its wide drawers for materials that shouldn't be rolled up or folded. A scribe is usually on duty at the tall desk up front with its good view of the room, and is able to help visitors find what they're looking for via the big bound index on its rotating stand. Past the desk, several tables stand in neat rows for note-taking, each stocked with glowbaskets, scrap hide, paper and pencils. Additional lighting is provided by a many-armed wrought-iron light fixture, its glows gleaming through luxurious glass containers in fluted shapes instead of baskets.

To one side of the room, a gap between two sets of shelves outlines where another set once stood, now replaced by a tapestry-covered aperture. Peeking behind the tapestry reveals another cavern, this one likewise full of shelves, but occupied by only a few boxes of older records and a somewhat musty air of disuse. As well, two narrow but solid doors are locked when the room is unattended and a discreet staircase provides direct access from the Weyrleaders' weyrs.

A seven after the accident finds Sabella in a good mood. She's not participating in some of the more physical drills but she's doing what she can, where she can. The trade off for less of the heavy lifting means a focus on the academics instead, even more than before. In the days following she was plenty distracted with recovery and getting her act together with the upset in her schedule. The greenrider has seemed a little depressed about not being able to fly with everyone else, but she appears to have been keeping that disappointment in check. She spent the morning listening in on the wingleader meeting and this afternoon she's in the records, copying her notes on it over again before she goes to leave it on Taikrin's desk later on. Her casted arm remains in the sling, a multitude of signatures and little drawings covering it now.

One of those drawings is of a meatroll standing on two legs, that waves a hand at Sabella whenever she looks down and says 'hey buddy' in a little thought bubble. That one is E'sren's, one of the earlier additions to the cast. Speaking of, it's E'sren who shows up now, the crunch of his apple preceding him into the room and then his footsteps which pause when he sees Sabella in here. Even though things have been a little weird between them since the accident, and maybe even since the baths, he'd never be the sort to avoid her, he doesn't have it in him. He walks over to her table and sets his own books and papers down and takes a seat, as always without feeling the need for an invitation. "Hey."

Sabs has been distracted. She might have been noticing the difference in him after the baths, but it never got the chance to come to a head. Because then there was the fall and all the chaos that's ensued the last couple of days. She's spent a lot of it going over her broken straps too, removing the offending portion and painstakingly trying to piece another strip of leather on. Sewing one-handed is taking awhile. In short, she hasn't quite picked up on the awkwardness again until very recently. In her short handwriting, she makes some notations before glancing up at him. E'sren gets her easy smile. "How were the afternoon drills?"

"They went okay." E'sren isn't looking at her when she smiles at him, but that could just be because in that beat he's looking down at the books and pages and getting things settled so he can start working. Still, he isn't looking, so the connection between them isn't made until a moment later when he does look at her and returns her smile with his own, including a dimple. "Not as cool as they could have been if you were there. How's it been in here?" Because obviously it's always super exciting in the records room and he can't just look around and see that nothing is going on.

"It's been great in here." Sabs responds initially, getting back to her work. She follows a line on the paper with her pencil, tapping at it before going to copy it over. "An hour ago I got up and rearranged some book cases. You know, for fun. I figure it's job security for the scribe on duty." Because there was any chance that the scribe was going to fired for lack of productivity. The smile she flashes him now isn't the easy one, but the sly little troublemaker one. Maybe she moved things around, maybe she didn't. He'll never know unless he decides to get up and look. And would he able to tell?

Now she's not looking, but he still is, it's fine. This way he can watch her calmly while she works, he hasn't actually started yet. He pulls his mouth down, making an impressed face, but then she gives him that smile. He knows her smiles, he knows this one. E'sren narrows his eyes at her, not quite sure what she's trying to imply with that smile, and a little one of his own begins to form. "What? You didn't really rearrange anything did you." He looks over at some of those shelves as if maybe he could squint and try to figure it out.

"Or did I? I've had all afternoon. I could have done plenty of things in here. All on my own without any supervision." Sabella glances up to smile at him slyly and waves her pencil around. "You'd have to look all over. There's lots of shelves that I could have potentially tampered with. Left little notes in books. Directions to hidden things." When he's looking over that way, she hazards a longer look in his direction. It lasts only as long as he's got his own eyes off of her, before she drops them to her writing again.

"Little notes in books? Did you write them anonymously so they'd be universal? 'To whom it may concern'?" She'll get to have that look, he's inspecting the shelves kind of thoroughly considering she probably didn't actually do anything to them, or at least not anything he can see. They pass inspection, and E'sren returns his attention to the books and stuff, opens one up, pulls the papers closer and a pen, and poises the tip of it as if to start writing. Which he does, after a weird moment spent staring down at the blank page, his eyes not really seeing anything and kind of looking like they might want to look at her.

"Actually no." Sabs answers, her attention turned back to the work at hand. She doesn't have much left to copy over and her hand gets to work on it again, finishing up those last couple of sentences. "What I wrote on one was: 'Hey, E'sren. Why the fuck are you acting weird?' And then it referenced another book with another page and that one has a note too. It says: 'It'd be really great if you could stop staring awkwardly into space when we hang out.' and then there's ''another'' hint and it says: 'I'm sorry if I made you feel embarassed. But it would be really great if I didn't lose ''another'' friend. So please talk to me about this before I get mad at you'." Another person would lose control and get emotional somewhere in there, but instead the greenrider just manages a neutral, if tight, expression. And she doesn't look at him at all, because ''that'' would be too hard.

It's become habit, writing and talking, and a large part of their friendship has been spent at this, so to listen to her while taking notes or skimming bullet points for study is second nature to him. 'Actually no' just means she might add something funny, like they do, to embellish and then they'd start one of their back-and-forth exchanges bent on making each other laugh. This is not one of those, he comes to find out, as she goes on. And as she goes on he stops writing and stares down at the words he got out while he could, and eventually his little smile comes back. It's a smile for a lack of a better thing to do. When she's done he thinks on her words, makes a decision, and sets the pen down. "Okay." She's forward; E'sren's honest. She might not be looking at him but he's looking at her, after a glance to make absolutely sure they're alone. "I'm sorry. I... I'm not good at... When I saw you fall I was really fucking scared."

Sabs chooses the moment that he smiles to look up at him. It might not seem like the right thing for him to be doing right now, at least to her. Because she lifts an eyebrow up to consider him for it. The glance that he takes around the room has her looking around too, there's really just the scribe way on the other side of the room. His explanation garners a slight frown, a furrow of her eyebrows. "This was going on before that. It's just been... on-going for awhile now." Her voice is pitched low and at the end she takes a breath, holding it before she exhales. "I'm sorry that you were scared. But everything turned out alright." You know, comparatively. To what the alternative could have been.

Lucky enough, E'sren isn't smiling anymore, so if it was the wrong thing to do at least he stopped doing it. Now it's a rather trouble look indeed he shares, his brow furrowed and his dark eyes serious. At first it doesn't seem like he really knows what she means by that, by before, but that's the thing about seeming. He looks down, scratches his head, gestures vaguely with that hand. "Yeah okay, you're right. It was before your accident. I just..." His chin is tipped down but he does look at her, which wrinkles his forehead. "That day when we were both in the baths, I felt really weird about it. And I felt like maybe you felt weird about it. And I didn't know if that was my fault, and I didn't know how to talk to you about it. Or if I should even bring it up."

"I'm sorry that you felt really weird about it." Sabs apologizes slowly as unease begins to settle across her shoulders. They hunch a little and it's obvious her posture is beginning to turn somewhat rigid all over. "I didn't feel weird about it, I mean, not really. I don't know, should I have?" She asks, but it's almost rhetorical. The greenrider breaks her gaze to glance down, adding a period to the end of a sentence with her pencil. It doesn't matter that she's the one that opened this can of worms, because it seems like she's not quite ready for what's inside. Or what she thinks is inside. Her arm moves mechanically as she flips books closed and slides papers together, the hallmark signs of someone getting ready to run (or walk rather)

Yeah none of those are good signs, even if E'sren didn't know her as well as he does he'd know that. And as she tenses up he winces, one long, continuous wince that doesn't get better after her reply. And definitely not when she starts to collect her things, like she's going to leave. "Really? That's all? You're just gonna make me confess that I felt weird and then you're gonna leave me here?" He's trying, ''trying so hard'', to lighten everything up, maybe partly to stall. "You didn't feel weird? That's good. I thought maybe you did so then I... Sabella, please stay." He's pleading with his eyes, but also that hand that comes out to rest on the table, between them, palm down.

"You didn't ask me to confess anything." Sabella tosses back lightly, trying to infuse a more jovial tone into her voice. "I didn't feel weird until this exact moment and now I feel very, very weird." It's hard for E'sren's pleading eyes to get much of a hold onto her if she's looking away from him. But his hand is down now on the table in front of her and she takes another of those steadying breaths. Her gaze gets fixated onto his fingers instead, a long pause before she looks away and says quietly, "''I'' made you uncomfortable? That makes me feel, it makes me feel just ''terrible.''" And by now the reason she's becoming slowly but surely upset could be obvious. Your physical presence making your close friends feel awkwardly would probably bother just about anyone.

"You didn't make me uncomfortable. I never said that you made me uncomfortable. I said weird. I said I felt weird." It's suddenly really... ''really'' important for her to not feel bad, in fact you could say it's all E'sren wants to do right now. He isn't dense, he knows she's upset. "And it isn't even your fault. At all. You shouldn't have anything to confess. It's me. Believe me when I say... it's me." He looks at her not looking at him and he might as well be feeling a million things for all the things going on in that look. He thinks everything through in his head, weighing it all and trying to make sure it all sounds okay, but eventually he stops lingering and just says words. "When I saw you... it was like for one second it was just me and you, no rules, no Weyr, no dragons. And you were so beautiful, I just..." He stops, failing, and just purses his lips. Stop.

"Oh, the old 'It's not you, it's me'. You know, that usually doesn't work, right? I thought you'd know better." It's a joke. She's joking somehow in the midst of looking like she'll begin shoving all of her things roughly into her old canvas bag. But she doesn't, not yet. Because he's E'sren and her friend and he's still talking to her, she wouldn't run out on him. Not at this moment like this. So she just listens without interrupting him or making remarks or injecting her own feelings into it. As he goes on, her expressions shifts to one of cautious suspicion. Her gaze slowly begins to move towards him again, the one eyebrow lifting. "E'sren, you don't have to- You don't have to say things like that. It's alright if I- I know I touched your hair and you're maybe not okay with that. With-" She struggles for the right thing to say fails, losing it. Starting again, "I was trying to just-" Oh that's not right either. "Oh fuck this." She doesn't get up she just leans forward and puts the heel of her palm to her forehead. "You said we were getting close. And I thought you meant ''us'' and you were just talking about the dragons, weyrlinghood. I was disappointed that it wasn't ''us''."

Oh, she did have something to confess. Hers puts them in a very interesting place indeed, and E'sren is still looking really, really concerned about it all because while it's good that she didn't just leave, and what she said isn't ''bad'', there are still a lot of Things. There are always so many Things. He watches her with that same look on his face, rolling her words around in his head for just a little bit, just a little bit to allow himself some time. Then suddenly he quirks a smile, but his brow is still furrowed so it looks really kind of pained. And it might be. "I meant... us. I meant until we aren't this anymore. When we graduate. But I didn't know how to say any of that. I still don't so it all just sounds really lame and I'm sorry I made you feel like shit. I just felt like if I fucked it up, you wouldn't be my friend, and that's all I really have right now to..." He trails off again, not that good at finishing sentences today.

Yeah, yeah. So she did. For now, keeping her forehead pressed into her palm like that and supporting her is working out really well. Maybe it's pushing important parts of her brain together so that she can continue to think coherently. Because he begins to speak again and she swallows nervously. "Look, E'sren. If you think that you're really bad at this, you have no idea. I'm the worst, I barely know how to be anyone's friend. We don't all come from families, we don't all know how to be ''whole.''" It's not accusing or resentful, it's like an explanation. She almost sounds a little in awe of it. "And you're so together, so healthy and honest and I don't know how you manage it all the time." Drawing herself up, she comes out from hiding behind her hand, though she does bite down on her lower lip as she considers him. "I've really liked being your friend, I think that whatever happened, it would be hard for you to get rid of me now. ..Does that help?" And she hazards a little hopeful smile, like they might just make it past this awkward moment.

"Hey, you're not the worst anything, no more of that stuff okay?" If nothing else, he'll make sure to drive that home with confidence. "I'm the one who gets to decide if you're a bad friend or not, and you're not." As for everything else? Her description of him especially draws a strange reaction, he looks down and shakes his head a few times. "I wasn't so together when you fell," he points out quietly, giving her a look. When everyone heard him scream her name, saw him run to where she'd hit the ground. But her little smile does help and he answers it with one of his own, those worry lines smoothing out of his forehead. "Yeah it helps." There's hope yet! Still, he looks down at his hands, picks at his finger with the others.

"If I want to be the worst something, I'm going to be the worst something." Sabella rejoins, narrowing her eyes at him. Though her expression is lacking any weight, there's nothing serious there. There's another smile for him then and she tips her head to the side, glancing away just briefly. "I don't think that really counts. Your friends don't usually fall out of the sky everyday. You didn't show up to the infirmary and trash it or break in while they were setting my arm. So I think you were ''fine.''" Really. She's not disappointed in him or worried or wanting for him to have done something differently. When she returns to look at him again, her attention drifts from his face down to his hand that's picking at its own fingers. Tentatively, to give him time to maybe pull away or slap at her or whatever she extends her own. Her eyes flicker up to register his reaction before she carefully put hers on top of his, gently and experimentally tangling fingers. It might as well be slow motion. That's how long it takes.

E'sren has to laugh at that, she would be that stubborn. It's a snorted laugh, the kind that doesn't really have a sound, just kind of is a breath with maybe a little 'ch' thrown in for flavor. His glance up was quick, fleeting even, with it, but he's looking down again when she goes on to describe what he didn't do that day she fell. At first he doesn't have a response, and then he sees her hand wander into his vision like its own character in a play, and his both stop moving until he realizes what she's doing and then he adopts a similar position to hers from before, one hand cradling his forehead while he definitely reciprocates the tangle of their fingers there on the table and watches that happen, watches his thumb move against the back of her knuckle. His hand is bigger than hers, a fact that just now seems a lot more obvious. "I kinda wanted to do those things," he admits, his expression tight again. "You were just so scared after. I hated that I couldn't be in there with you." He was scared, she was scared, it was scary.

Maybe it really wasn't this obvious before. Because there's that silence that falls over them, comfortable somehow despite the whole tone of the conversation before it. And in that empty space between talking, she's able to just stare down at their hands there on the the table, fingers linked together. She wiggles her smaller ones against his, a playful tease to them as she looks back up to E'sren. It might be on purpose, it might just be natural girlish delight but her eyelashes do a little flutter right when she smiles. Her voice is soothing, "I'm glad that you didn't. You were okay, you did right. You got scared but then you calmed down and you waited. It was the only thing you could have done then." She might have been scared before but she's fine now, calm even. Really. "You were there afterwards. And you've been helping me carry my stuff." Sabs laughs then, giving his hand a squeeze. "And you wrote more of my notes for me than Telavi. You've both been really great."

It's the teasing wiggle that brings his eyes up to meet hers, in time for that flutter; E'sren grins, suddenly himself, and straightens from his slouch and lean to square his shoulders and rest on an elbow, his other hand brushing her wrist. "Yeah I know. It's just too bad I didn't get to actually ''see'' you clock I'zech in the face." A much talked-about thing, and he still hasn't worked it up enough to actually talk to the weyrlingmaster about it himself, though it's an item on the list. He shrugs when it comes to him helping her, chooses instead to put the spotlight on their greenrider friend. "Telavi was really worried about you too. We talked about it." No big deal. He launches into a recount of that talk, telling her all about Telavi's imagination and questions. And even though they have work to do, they're not going to get to that until later; instead they spend the next hour or two talking and laughing, and making each other laugh whenever possible like nothing's changed. Nothing but their tangled fingers there on the table.

...

Jade? 
Alexander? 
Do you remember that day you fell outta my window? 
I sure do, you came jumping right out after me. 
Well, you fell on the concrete, nearly broke your ass, and you were bleeding all over the place, I rushed you out to the hospital, you remember that? 
Yes, I do. 
Well, there's something I never told you about that night. 
What didn't you tell me? 
Well, while you were sitting in the back seat smoking a cigarette you thought was gonna be your last, I was falling deep, deep in love with you, and I never told you till just now! 

(Home, by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DHEOF_rcND8)

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Logs:Plot Update - April 22 - 28, 2013

2013-04-30T04:27:08Z

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* [http://www.hrweyr.net/Logs:How_Bronzers_Avoid_Punches Z'ian and I'zech teach K'zin a few things about being a bronzerider. Or something].

* [http://www.hrweyr.net/Logs:Motion_Sickness Quinlys and Telavi go for a little trip to the rim].

* [http://www.hrweyr.net/Logs:A_Few_Seconds A slightly less successful flight] leaves Sabella with a broken arm.

* A lot of people have reactions to Sabella's accident. [http://www.hrweyr.net/Logs:Slippery Jo], [http://www.hrweyr.net/Logs:Flying_Fallout D'kan], [http://www.hrweyr.net/Logs:If_these_were_the_last_moments... K'zin], and [http://www.hrweyr.net/Logs:It%27ll_Be_Okay. E'sren].

* [http://www.hrweyr.net/Logs:I%27zech_is_the_Best_Assistant_Weyrlingmaster_Ever After Sabella's fall] I'zech escorts her to the infirmary and leaves it almost worse off than she will.

* [http://www.hrweyr.net/Logs:Leadership_Potential K'zin and Quinlys discuss leadership] and K'zin has some questions.

* [http://www.hrweyr.net/Logs:Soothed Taikrin brings Azaylia a bribe and asks a favor].

* It's Madilla's birthday! [http://www.hrweyr.net/Logs:Curious_Conversations And K'zin has a present for her].

* [http://www.hrweyr.net/Logs:Old_Dogs_and_New_Tricks Bones and C'wlin discuss lifestyle change and music].

* [http://www.hrweyr.net/Logs:We%27re_ok,_aren%27t_we%3F N'ky has been hiding himself away a lot lately]. [http://www.hrweyr.net/Logs:Call_a_Spade_a_Spade D'kan notices].

* [http://www.hrweyr.net/Logs:Lead_By_Example Azaylia and Mave have a talk about work ethic]. ...or do they?

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I love I'zech's no-nonsense in dealing with catching two weyrlings pretty blatantly breaking rules, and K'zin's strange reaction to it. This weyrling class is definitely an 'interesting' mix of personalities and things.
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