Logfile from Taini. Birgith talks to Torcoth about their riders' situations. >> I bespoke Torcoth with: I sense that Birgith begins the conversation in the normal way, with a slight warmth, flickering of flames reaching out toward the familiar darkness. < < Torcoth? >> She begins, a little tiredness weaving through her tone. It's probably borrowed from her rider, or she's been staying up with...

...sister, and accomplishes something else on her list of things to do.  Namely, talk to Marjani about a certain Smith.  On a windy fall evening, Taini is in the center bowl, watching a process.  Birgith is being oiled by some of the weyrlings. They're from her clutch, and were willing to help when Tai  asked, so Taini just stands, being relay for the dragon's needs and watching her enjoy being...

... Leather jacket is bunched between his knees and boots have been pried off, hole filled socks bared along with a few toes that occasionally scratch at either ankle. He's enjoying a no-action day. Birgith flies to the beach, landing, letting her rider off to do much the same thing. It's sunset, and the goldpair have a date with the sky. Taini steps around her dragon, settling down into the area...

... has become animated enough to be looking /down/. It's evening, of course, and raining. Taini is doing her usual evening commute; she travels between home and hold nearly every night. Birgith lands softly in the courtyard, knowingly avoiding any huge puddles for her rider. Taini notices the rain, and sighs, sliding down off Bee to head inside, to find Amarik and find how his day went...

...dim, musty place. "Hush, me boyo." Her low voice carries through the stillness, along with her continued footsteps towards that last cell. "We be fine yet." >> (Fort Weyr) Birgith cascades flames through the links, not to burn, but to illuminate. << What ails, Elsveth? >> She asks, picking up on the roiling darkness, recognizing it as similar to the forge fires...

...has taken up the job as family worrier quite  well. Intentionally, the goldrider drops her hand, pushing her braid back  over her shoulder.  She glances to Thadd, giving him a slight nod in return.  Birgith's error has her smiling slightly, but only for a short moment. "If  she hasn't yet, it won't be long."  She figures, knowing how strongly Thera  feels about things.  Th'deus can't help but grin...

...for the Weyrleader but my insomnia visitor  from when I was a candidate. He was my shoulder to cry on." The energy of the  introductions wanes a bit and she slips to sit back down. >> (Fort Weyr) Birgith reports in to her leader, her sister, and any who will  listen.  < < The lost has been found.  By one even more lost. >> The lights of  her normal fire are raging, not in anger, not in worry anymore...

...rest now, as we speak, at any rate. I was going to bug you to come bake bubblies with me, but with you leaving soon ..maybe that'll have to be done at the Weyr when I visit." >> (Fort Weyr) Birgith cascades flames through the links, not to burn, but to illuminate. < < What ails, Elsveth? >> She asks, picking up on the roiling darkness, recognizing it as similar to the forge fires that burn...

...is wondered back through a smokey blanket soft in the quiet scents of contemplation and supplication and then the glow of candles < < That's difficult to do without the light. >> < < >> (Fort Weyr) Birgith stirs from her rest for a moment. < < Tai has been reading a lot.  Healers have been giving her stuff to read.  To know how to prepare. >> Flames flicker, having  heard only parts of the conversation...

...of dragonminds, fading in and out of the link as pale cinnamon-scented vapor strained through twilight. Her touch is cool and vaguely sweet, drowsy with layers of odorous softness. < < >> Birgith sends a flicker through the links, her flames a warming fire in this snowy weather. She touches lightly, just enough to greet another dragon. < < >> I bespoke Sidijith with: I sense that...