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Weyr Bowl / Re: The Weyr Provides [ 03.09.2590 / 9 AM ] Event
« on: September 25, 2017, 09:06:08 PM »
Inanna was a little mesmerised by the swirling colours and Galleweyne's expert hands. As she watched now, she noticed the tips of them stained lightly with dyes, obviously if painting wasn't his speciality, it would lay somewhere within the dyeing arts.

The green rider actually hadn't expected Ingor to look as good as he did. In the little get togethers she remembered from her youth, it was just child on child finger painting for the most part, so she supposed she should have expected a Weaver's art to turn out even a little bit better. But the colours were just... well they were beautiful, lightly sparkled, slightly metallic, enough so that despite Ingor not at all having a face shape reminiscent of a dragon, he was... utterly and undeniably, a bronze dragon.

"Does it look good ma?" He murmured through gritted teeth, obviously wanting to keep his face still, but determined enough to ask his question.

"You'll see shortly Ingor, now be still while Galleweyne finishes you up." She smiled at her son when he caught her gaze however, which seemed to satisfy him, and he stayed still for a moment. If Galleweyne ever took his eyes off his work, she'd be sure to give him a little wink for his good work.

Spoiler for Hidden:
@SirAlahn I didn't want to powerplay too much from here on, so by all means, you can powerplay Ingor if you wish, or I don't mind if your next one is only short, or I can just edit in some more with a lil' completion powerplay. Whatever you want.

Weyr Bowl / Re: The Weyr Provides [ 03.09.2590 / 9 AM ] Event
« on: September 08, 2017, 03:57:03 AM »
Inanna could tell that Ingor was really trying to sit still, his little face, so serious in the moment, although when the brush first touched his face, in that expert swipe, she saw his little fingers twitch, and the corner of his mouth move.

"Galle it is."

He certainly did look like he was quite artful, although she supposed that was why most weavers were in the craft. From her limited knowledge however, she acknowledged that there could be some without the creative talents this weaver seemed to have. They always need carpenters and constructors for their large looms.

"So how long have you been a Weaver Galle, you're turning Ingor here into a mighty dragon, is that something you learnt in the craft, or are your hands just naturally experts at dragon art?"

Ingor huffed a little, "Ma, he needs to concentrate. You can ask him questions after when I go how my friends." Inanna smiled at the boy and held up her hands in response.

"Okay okay. I'm being quiet." Not something that came naturally to her, but she'd try for Ingor's sake. He was a little too headstrong for this to not have the potential to turn into a hissy fit. And despite Inanna spending quite a deal of time with him, she didn't exactly know how to discipline the son that she didn't raise.

Weyr Bowl / Re: The Weyr Provides [ 03.09.2590 / 9 AM ] Event
« on: September 02, 2017, 01:34:45 AM »
Inanna's smile widened at the wink she received from the Weaver Ingor had accosted. Oh, he's cute.

Cremath! Her rider chastised her, but it wasn't as if she wasn't thinking the exact same thing. He looked to be about her age, but beyond approximation Inanna couldn't tell any further, and he was definitely cute as Cremath had so blatantly noted. With a stained smock thrown over his clothes, Inanna could imagine how colourful he would look by the end of the day.

"I wanna be a bronze. Like my father." Inanna smiled down at the boy, and reached down to help him up onto a stool, but he squirmed away from her hands and scrambled up onto the high-chair himself. The green rider caught a brief flash of an apologetic look from her son thrown in her direction, as if to say 'Sorry, but I want to look grown up in front of these people.' So she narrowed her eyes at him only briefly in chastisement before softening it with a smile.

B'gor, Ingor's father, had never exactly been the creche co-parent that Inanna had wanted in a Weyrmate. Which is why they have never really gone further than their first child together, among other issues. But Inanna had never hidden who Ingor's father was, nor said a wrong word against him in front of her son. Let him make up his own mind as he grows.

"Do you think you should introduce yourself?" Inanna prompted her son.

"Oh! Yes, I'm Ingor. This is my mother Inanna. And I would like to be a bronze dragon, please." Inanna couldn't help but let out a tinkling sort of laugh at her son's seriousness. Obviously he was very intent on this man liking him and therefore doing a good job.


Weyr Bowl / Re: The Weyr Provides [ 03.09.2590 / 9 AM ] Event
« on: September 01, 2017, 06:13:00 PM »
Everything was so exciting. Inanna had been born and raised a dragonrider, her sister had been the only one to break the chain, and yet, she felt a keen sense of kinship with everyone, dragonrider, holder or crafter. They were all people, all citizens of Pern or however you want to say it, so seeing an event like this, put on by the Weyrleadership whom she respected greatly, just made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

Cianna was still young, and so would probably only be overstimulated by the hustle and bustle of such an event, so Inanna had left the child in the capable hands of the creche women who raised her, but had brought her son Ingor with her this time. The 6 turn old would probably get sick of his mother soon enough, and want to go off and play with all his creche friends, but Inanna didn't mind. It was the nature of the creche after all, children weren't beholden and coddled by their parents, they were raised reasonably independent of everyone.

"Hey you wanna go get our faces painted by the Weavers?" And she pointed a finger across the Weyrbowl to where she saw their tent set up. Bright eyes shined up at her and she grinned in response. "I'll race you, three, two," and the boy took off, the cheeky little thing he was, "Hey no fair." She said grinning, and took off at a slightly slower pace than what would require her to win.

When they arrived, Ingor took charge. "I wanna be a dragon." He said excitedly to the closest Weaver to the two of them.

"You want to be a dragon, please." Inanna corrected.

"Yeah yeah, please."

Spoiler for Hidden:
Just a little introductory thing for a Weaver at the facepainting booth to pick up. You can powerplay Ingor as you see fit, he's just a cheeky outspoken little 6 year old.
So I didn't include this in the post and I'm dumb, but she's wearing fancy clothes, really nice top, and awesomely tailored fancy pants.

Inanna smiled at the question, he really was a kind man. So intrigued about her life and her child, and without seemingly any reason to be other than politeness. Inanna believed the best of people, but that didn't mean she was blind to other people's motives, so it was nice to just... have a conversation with him about idle topics, especially ones that were important to her.

"C'ace and I decided a few months ago. Cianna if a girl, Cannace if a boy." She snorted in remembrance of the conversation, "Admittedly, I think he just agreed with me and my plan. But he seemed happy enough in the end."

She didn't know anything about Erieen's family, so there was much she wanted to say, not wanting to offend through either talking or not talking, so she settled for what she believed was a happy medium. "Ah, I'm sorry. Childbirth is not the easiest process." Whilst Inanna had been quite lucky with her fertility in the past, she had known the fear of losing a pregnancy, and the heartbreak of choosing to end one.

Surprisingly for Inanna, Cremath was the one to answer. I do have a particularly uncomfortable spot, on my shoulder in front of you.

You're being very talkative today.

I like him, and you seem to enjoy his company too. Maybe if he likes me, he can come back again.

Inanna smiled at her green, eyes full of love, the skin around the edges crinkling. Let's hope so then.

Well, he is sweet isn't he?

You think everyone is sweet... But yes, I like him.

After her reasonably awkward descent, helped immeasurably by Erieen's hand. Inanna liked to take care of others to be sure, but it was nice to have someone who was kind enough to help without... without question she supposed.

Barely knowing the man of course, Inanna and Cremath had made what they believed so far to be a fair assessment of him.

Placing her hands on the small of her back, she groaned and waddled further into her Weyr, searching for a couple of pots of oil and rags for them to begin their work. At Erieen's question, she smiled over her shoulder at him. "I should say, it doesn't matter as long as it's healthy. But if I'm being honest, I already have a lovely little boy, I'd be quite pleased with a girl. Either way, as long as he or she gets out sometime soon, I'll be ecstatic." She winked.

"You have any siblings?" Inanna knew naught of Erieen's background, but knew that the pass had been a struggle for many. It was a risk to be sure, and she was curious, but would definitely not be offended if he decided that it wasn't a topic for so soon. Waddling back to Cremath, she handed him a rag and set the oil on the table nearby.

"I think that's a very reasonable assessment." Inanna said seriously. "Faranth knows I still learn new things everyday."

Inanna was glad that Erieen wasn't offended by her offer, and was pleased to be able to feed him, and mother him a little bit. He seemed nice, and if C'ace liked him, obviously there was something to the boy. She hoped that he did impress in the next hatching, knowing how hard it was to be left standing clutch after clutch.

Hello. Cremath replied in her soft voice, just a light touch in Erieen's mind before she retreated again. Not the most talkative of dragons, Erieen's politeness had certainly paid off.

"Thank you." Inanna responded with a light chuckle at his words assuring her that she didn't need to put herself out while pregnant. It was true, Inanna wouldn't be much of a help anywas. Regardless, she couldn't help but watch carefully, in case he was being entirely more confident that he needed to be. When it was evident that he really did know that he was doing, Inanna gave Cremath the cue to take off.

Cremath took it slowly, knowing how to handle Inanna's pregnant state by now. Do you mind helping my rider down?. The green asked her second passenger.

"Hey! I'm pregnant, not crippled." Inanna said in mock annoyance to Cremath. "But I will take a helping hand if you can." She said under her breath to Erieen, as if that would make a difference with Cremath being able to hear.

"Well, I would hope so. There's no need to be so polite, I want you to be able to ask me anything and everything," her face sank, only a little bit, as she considered how long Erieen had been a candidate for, "Although 2 turns, huh? You probably know everything you need to know. Even if you don't want to ask me anything, I do hope we can be friends." Was that too forward? Was she going to freak him out with her exurberance? She hoped not, but did think to tone it down a little bit.

I like him. He's polite.

Are you surprised about that?

Candidates are young.

So were you and I once

And I'm sure I was just as obnoxious as they can be.

Inanna has to stop herself from laughing out loud at that, Cremath was pretty much the opposite of obnoxious or loud that a dragon could get.

"Well come on then." She said to Erieen, turning to head back towards where Cremath was waiting, waving for Erieen to follow her. "Have you eaten? I brought up some food to my Weyr to share and was hoping you could help me oil Cremath." Smiling a little sheepishly at that, it was a little selfish of her to recruit Erieen to work with her, after all, he had probably had a long day of chores, adding one more onto the list probably wasn't the best idea.

"Or we can just eat and drink. Either way." She said happily. "Now come on up," awkwardly climbing up Cremath's extended forelimb to her spine, "Do you need a hand?" Inanna said panting slightly, 34 sevendays pregnant wasn't exactly the best first impression she could make on someone. "I swear I'm not like this usually and I will abstain from complaining and boring you to tears."

Spoiler for Hidden:
Now I remember why I wrote when Cianna was born in Inanna's signature >_> So I wouldn't forget it

We're going to see our mentee. Inanna said happily to Cremath as she leapt up onto the green's back, clipping into her riding straps just for safety. It wouldn't do to set a bad example for a future rider.

I know that. You should calm down. Don't want to scare them off and have them ask O'sir for a less exuberant mentor that makes their head hurt.

Oh shush you.

Inanna really was excited, she liked talking to people and look fondly back on her days of candidacy, but knew that it could be a little frightening, not knowing where your future would be. She had been told that her she was going to be mentoring Erieen, C'ace had said many good things about him, so Inanna was excited to have been paired up with him.

She had been told to meet him in the Weyr Bowl, so got Cremath to drop her off near to the entrance, spotting whom she thought would be her candidate.

"Erieen? Hi, I'm Inanna." She introduced herself with a grin.

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