...medicinal groups -- tonic, febrifuge, diaphoretic, diuretic, cough medicines, burn treatment, antispasmodic, anodyne, and analgesic -- as well as a general supplies cupboard, line the walls. W’ren enters sort of halfway peering over his shoulder, puzzled expression splayed over facial features long since weathered by the experiences and pain of the past few turns, and especially the past few...

...when the last three were his. She would have known for sure they were and she wants it to be his. Dropping her head onto his shoulder, she burys her face into T'jano's neck and Thera just sobs, heart wrenching, body wracking sobs that she hasn't let herself do. His question just makes her cry harder, perhaps an answer in and of itself. You sense Hadamarth bespeaks you directly with >> Hadamarth...

..... T'jano doesn't want to touch her. Certainly not anytime in the near future, or in flight sex. Back to the other topic, "What happened to you? You're holding your arm, like you're hurt, W'ren." Wren raises his brows. "Stuck?" he chuckles at that. "And Es will be the first to tell you she's to be the judge of what's good for her." The expression's likeness to Toncho is not lost on the...

...though it for the best to up the number). She calls out to the world, "Not drunk, just tipsy. There was a young maiden from Ista, who had lips so red to kiss ya, and when she bad, she'd make you...W'ren! It's a Waebrenny wenny! Hadamarth, wave to W'ren, that's a good boy." Hadamarth duly waves, which sort of lopsides him a bit. W'ren turns backwards in the direction of his ever sturdy wingsecond...

...man finishes his inspection quickly, before he pulls himself up. His regard passes over the wingleaders, Weyrsecond and Xanth touches minds with the dragons of those men and women. Ready? W'ren finishes his inspection of the weyrling wing, "Mount Up!" He yells to the weyrlings, spinning on his heels toward those junior weyrlings waiting in the wings with refill firestone sacks. "Sacks!" The...

...near the front of their wing's formation. "Over here." He calls, almost as loud as Fanneth. As the weyrling wing blinks in from ::between::, tight formation at first, then splitting up at W'ren's command, sacks begin to fly, one weyrling and then the next answering the call for more firestone. W'ren signals the wing to invert, allowing more weyrlings to deliver. Seeing T'jano call for sacks...

...> [fling] Birgith isn't moving < < We are aware of this. >> She is amused, and flashes the new knot, then the picture of herself barely able to move. < < Mine is there >> < < W'ren dismounts, grabbing at the dangling fasteners of his helmet to tighten the helmet down on his head. Taking the gloves from his rider's belt he calls out to the assembled weyrlings. "Everyone check...

...a shell from another egg hits her in the rump and she churls a hissy fit. And it would seem there are issues with personal space as well.   Now, does she have any issues with her choice? Waebren actually watches the new dainty blue hatch and actually thinks about stepping toward it before the little nag puts his nose in the lad's crotch. Yep. Been there. Done that. Where's T'ren when you need...

...hues over the hills of her flanks and the sleek slopes of her backside and tail.   Clover and shamrock twine up her neck, lucky colors that garland her headknobs and fall in leafy trails about her muzzle and chin.   Her wing sails are almost translucent, shaded to cloaks of misty grey swirled into prickly, hazardous gorse. Melting Icecaps Blue Dragonet isn't roadkill, he's just lazy...

...cleared flat. You see Sizzling Ista Spring Egg , Winter Solstice Egg , The Gritty Aftermath Egg , Inundated Arroyo Egg , Truth Time Reveals Egg , and Summer Thunderheads Egg here. Renna, Taini, N'tan, Obadiah, Tejano, Nomi, Aadi, X'lasar, Quinn, Blackmoore, Wallord, Daz, and Jacqueline are here. W’ren Unruly sable locks curl impatiently in a flop of tangled bangs over...