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"What're you talking about?" She asked cheerfully, looping her arm through S'nis' and not dragging him persay, but persuading him to follow by just... starting to walk. "This is your Weyr after all. How could you be in the way?" Tresrissa stated as if it was the simplest thing in the world. He was a dragonrider in a Weyr-hosted event, how could he possibly be unwanted? Especially when the rider-pair were just so darn nice.

"Well, I would love it if you would show me around." Tressie suggested as if she'd never been to the Weyr before. "It's always so boring and dreary at the Mine Hall. Everyone working all the time, not wanting to stop to have a little bit of fun. And," she added dramatically, "they don't even want us going outside anymore with the wall still under construction." Her nose wrinkled cutely as she continued jabbering on. "We did just fine last month. Got back inside before anything could get us."

Turning her head up at the nearing midday sun she smiled contentedly, before turning the grin on S'nis. "So what do you want to show me?" As if he'd already agreed to the matter.

Tressisk had been trying to... avoid the red's gaze. But when it seemed she'd inadvertently joined in a game that she didn't understand, and that Tressie had been pleased when she'd done so, the green felt honour-bound to continue. Grabbing the shell up in her mouth, she attempted to balance it on the tip of Masath's tail.

Tressie lay back on the old blanket that she'd claimed for her family to enjoy the picnic. The Mine Hall had been far too scared since the Hunter attack not so long ago. It was a scary thing to look at the doors and remember what the scene had looked like with a Hunter there. Every now and then through meals, Tressie sometimes had to check the door to make sure they were tight and closed, how they should be. No Hunter in sight.

But it was tiring being so scared all the time. And she was worried she was going to go sickly pale if she was stuck inside for any longer. It was lovely, being outside and just soaking up the suns rays, the scent of fresh wafting over them.

She hoped her family would be able to enjoy the day as well. Nyc and Nealros had children to think about. And by that she meant, that they had children to let outside and enjoy life, not keep locked away and safe in the Hall. Tresrissa was certainly not going to tell them that, but she hoped they would see it the same way. Besides, it wasn't like their family had more than enough whers to go around. They'd be the first ones back into the Hall should it be called for.

But the whers were calm. Tressisk no more tense than usual when Tressie put herself around so many strangers. So Tresrissa was not worried in the slightest.

Spoiler for Hidden:
@SanctifiedSavage @Kyya @Drewliet @Aster for the family if you're interested. If not is aaaall g.

*ahem* Pa Notkerric is adoptable

Weyr Hall / Re: If I Fell [ 37.10.2590 // 9pm ] S'nis
« on: August 24, 2018, 04:21:31 PM »
Tressie grinned when Masath bumped her nose into her hand, and dutifully she moved to scratch the red's eyeridges. "Do you like this too? Tressisk is a sucker for a good scratch." She didn't really consider the idea that dragons might not like eye ridge scratches. All of the whers she'd ever met melted into a puddle at her feet after a good scratch, so it didn't occur to her that despite their genetic relationship that dragons might not like the same.

"You've gotten so big, pretty girl." Definitely not Gold sized yet, and so Tressie was slowly working out that dragon development seemed to be not so different from wher development. Sure, the growth change was a little different. Tressisk was small when she came out, but she was still pretty small now. Dragons had a lot more growin' to do than whers. But regardless, it seemed like they didn't suddenly become huge overnight.

Tressie politely ignored whatever S'nis had muttered under his breath. She'd missed it, and thought it would likely be impolite if she asked him to repeat himself if it wasn't meant to be for her ears. "Hmph." Thinking hard, she made a sound of consideration, trying to think of the best way to involve them all in a little fun. Tressie giggled a little bit at the idea of Masath and her dancing off into the sunset together, while S'nis watched worriedly, and Tressisk watched sternly.

"Well Masath, I think we should all have a treasure hunt." It didn't occur to her that speaking directly to Masath might be rude, when S'nis was right there beside them, but it had been Masath that had said she'd wanted to play with her after all. "Here." Tressie pulling off a ribbon that she'd tied through the loop of her pants for decoration.

"We'll go hide this in the Weyrbowl somewhere." She glanced around at other people milling around celebrating, "Surely someone around here could do that for us." Turning back to their little group. "And then we all go look for it. Whoever finds it first wins."

Tressie pouted a little, as she considered her idea after she'd suggested it. It was dark, that probably wouldn't do them any favours, unless they hid it on another person. Tressisk would likely have a benefit, her eyesight better tuned to night time activities, maybe they should work in teams?

"Good." Tressie said brightly, her smile widening at the look of his smile. Well that was just cute wasn't it? S'nis should smile more. After all, with a dragon like Masath, he surely had a lot to smile about.

She waved a hand nonchalantly in the air, dismissing his worry. "Tressisk could stand to have a little bit more fun. I tried for turns, but if Masath wants to take it on, she's welcome to try." The green wher was loyal to boot, but it meant she took things entirely too seriously, if she saw a dragon of all creatures, being able to let loose and have a little fun, surely Tressisk could as well. Tressie didn't however, consider the idea that Masath, despite her size, was young, and Tressisk had turns more experienced to be jaded by the world.

"I'll just tell Ma and Pa that I've made a friend I want to see." They didn't have to know that said friend was a red dragonrider. It wasn't precisely a lie, Tressie never lied to her parents, she just sometimes... omitted information that might hurt their feelings. And if they asked, she'd say she was meeting that sweet kitchen girl she'd met when Tressie had slipped in for a morning snack. That wouldn't be a lie either.

"So." She said brightly. "I've got some marks just waiting to be spent. Have you had a look at any of the other booths?"

Weyr Hall / Re: If I Fell [ 37.10.2590 // 9pm ] S'nis
« on: August 15, 2018, 05:37:57 PM »
"I'm always sure." She said with a grin. Tressie took S'nis's proffered hand graciously, and considered not letting it go when she felt how warm and comforting it was. But her father's face flashed briefly in her mind, and so, she decided to let his hand go when politeness dictated she should. She forced Nyc to hold her hand sometimes, but she knew how much it annoyed her older brother when they were in public, and Nealros wouldn't be caught dead swinging arms with his sister. But Tressie enjoyed the closeness of the act, she was just disappointed so many other people didn't.

Instead, she followed beside S'nis as he led them out into the Weyrbowl, glancing briefly over to her families table to make sure they weren't looking for her yet. Tressie was given free reign, as long as she could accurately predict when her family would want her back. If she returned before anyone started getting worried, then they'd keep allowing her her little bit of freedom. Even if it was the Weyr, with all these dangerous dragonriders.

Tressisk led the way, making sure to clear a path through the crowd that that Tresrissa wouldn't have to rub shoulders with any of these strangers.

Tressie decided she enjoyed spending time with S'nis. He wasn't bossy like Nyc, or dark like Nealros, powerful like her mother or so strong like Pa. S'nis was just... S'nis. Maybe that was what all dragonriders were like, but she'd met a few Prairie Riders and a lot of them were loud and funny, not at all like this red rider.

Weyr Hall / Re: If I Fell [ 37.10.2590 // 9pm ] S'nis
« on: August 13, 2018, 05:40:01 PM »
Tressie frowned down at Tressisk, only for a short amount of time, but she'd never been particularly good at controlling her expressions when trying to multitask. If it was her only job, to stand there and look pretty, then Tresrissa found that quite easy, but in conversation, she was usually a pretty open book.

She knew for a fact, that Tressisk didn't want to go play. But she wanted to go see the dragon again. It wasn't very often that Tressie got the opportunity to hang out with a dragon, let alone with one of the new red ones. And Masath was simply delightful, if the dragon hadn't changed overly much since the last she'd seen the red. Besides, she wanted to see just how big Masath was now.

Should she pretend that Tressisk wanted to play? Would he baulk at her open interest in his dragon? He seemed a little... shy. And perhaps such attention would be offputting to him. But Masath would surely want to see her again, if the dragon remembered her at all.

"You blush cute." She said instead, deciding on her choice of action quite easily, Tressisk had never been a very good actress. "Tressisk is a bore, I however would love to go play with Masath." Tressie said as she flashed him her most brilliant, and convincing, smile.

His fingers were cool on her wrist. A welcome change from the flush which had crept over her body. Shards, now I know why they call it Flush Fever. She thought weakly, giggling a little out loud at her own joke, not recognising how strange the action would look.

"Erm. Yes headache." She hadn't thought much of it at the time, she wasn't unfamiliar with headaches, frequently forgetting to drink water and keep herself hydrated while she was out and about. Usually coming back to the family cave with a little bit of a headache. It was only until he asked about the joint pain that she looked down at her hands, wiggling her fingers a little bit and realising they were aching, wiggle or no wiggle. "Apparently yes to the joint pain too." It seemed in the face of her nausea and overheating, Tressie hadn't so much as noticed the aches creeping through her body. Ugh, illness was so gross.

He was very concise, she realised. His hands were cold too. She supposed that was a good thing for Healers to have, cold hands. Although, when their patient was cold... that would probably be a bad thing for healers to have. She wondered if he warmed his hands up when the patients were cold.

"I've got this rash too!" She said suddenly, having forgotten the reason why she'd finally gone to the healers in the first place. Woozily she lifted up the hem of her shirt, revealing the rash which she had painstakingly avoided itching, spreading from below the waistband of her pants, and up across her ribcage.

Spoiler for Hidden:
@SirAlahn here you go

You're also more than welcome to make up anything medically on Tressie that you wish and I'll roll with it. So don't feel like you have to wait for me if you want to find/do something interesting. I give you/Niph free reign.

"Serious, potentially healer and family scaring, cause drama is fun, but ultimately not fatal, cause Tressie is too important to me."

Weyr Hall / Re: If I Fell [ 37.10.2590 // 9pm ] S'nis
« on: July 30, 2018, 01:04:24 AM »
"Why thank you for offering." Tressie said graciously, plopping herself down dramatically on the seat beside him. Tressisk taking her traditional spot pressed up against her leg, back to Tressie and facing the rest of the room... watching them. Apparently everyone else required watching, and not Tresrissa, which was quite likely a flaw in the green's system.

She sighed happily, smiling up at him. "Isn't this wonderful? Everyone all shoved up together in the Weyr." It was convenient to ignore all the potential tension this would create. The Hold and Weyr's booze, tied up with all the stress of the rest of the turn all culminating in one event where they were all supposed to get along. But the Gather had gone perfectly, with the games and the runners. And she'd met S'nis at the gather, so it was certainly a personally worthwhile event.

"Where's Masath?" She asked, looking around the Hall as if the dragonet would suddenly pop her head out from behind some crafters head where she had been hiding. An excited gasp escaped her before he had a chance to respond. "Can't she fit in here anymore? How big is she now?"

It had only been just under two months since she'd met the dragonpair, but Tresrissa's dragon maturation education was sorely lacking. Right now she was imagining Masath's wine coloured hide the size of Imyth, flying gracefully through bright shining day light.

"Right. Um." She took a deep breath through her nose and allowed the healer apprentice to swiftly guide her through the process. "Okay." In her illness-fogged brain, the efficiency of the young man, and the entirety of the current healer hall in general, were all just going over her head. On an ordinary day she may have enjoyed being part of the fast-paced atmosphere, but right now all she wanted to do was crawl in bed with Tressisk and pretend that none of this was happening.

What was the point of being at the Weyr if she couldn't even hang out with the friends she'd made on this side of the mountain? She wanted to see that cute red rider, whose names annoyingly escaped her as she tried to swallow back another wretch. And the kitchen girl she'd met just last week, and... and... and...

The harshfaced man that was now in front of her had asked a question. Right. Answer Tressie, answer. "Tressie, I mean, Tresrissa... Mine Hall Holder." Shards she hated that wanting to throw up every second meant her bubbly nature was slowly being popped away.

She wanted to keep talking, to tell him that really she was feeling just a little sick, and if he could just give her some strong tea and send her to a bed then she would be home in no time. But she had to turn her head to eject into the bucket instead. A disgusted pout on her face when she remerged, brow damp and pale.

Spoiler for Hidden:
You're a gem @SirAlahn, sorry for taking so long

Tressie sighed expressively, not for any particular obvious reason, but just because it felt appropriate to accent her coming words. "Hate is a very taxing emotion Nealros." But she didn't say more than that. Her little brother had always been so... different from her. Hate didn't work for her, it never had, but maybe it worked for him. She could only advise as every older sister had the responsibility to do.

Wiping a thumb over a final slash of pinkish blood, lightened by the tears the boy had shed, Tressie nodded down at him. "People think they're ugly, horrible things until they're face to face with an angry wher. And you with a beautiful, hulking gold like Tavisk? I'm sure they wouldn't mess with you."

Tressisk admittedly, was not only a little ugly and horrible, but small, and most people found her unintimidating. Of course, that was only until she started growling, her eyes turning red, encroaching on their territory. Yeah. That's when they'd stopped messing with her too. After that, they'd all been incredibly polite, some even attempted to be friendly. Although Tressie always noticed the eyes that strayed from her to Tressisk.

She smiled at Nealros, her heart still a little tight seeing how swollen her little brother's face was. "Come on. If we sneak you in now, we might be able to get you some food before Ma and Pa get home and see..." She hesitated. "This." And she gestured vaguely at his face, grimacing apologetically at her not-so eloquent way of putting it.

Tressisk's backed started to arch, like a cat whose hackles were raised if someone did them wrong. Her tail moved to secure itself around Tresrissa's ankle, letting her know in no uncertain terms that she was going to let this little person tell her what to do. Tresrissa on the other hand, was more than fine with taking or giving orders.

The green sensed Tressie's acceptance and started to growl at the apprentice who had obviously ordered her to leave. "Tressisk. No. Tressisk. Shut up. Get outside. Go find Tavisk or Rossk... or anyone, just get out." While most other people didn't understand the aggressive little wher, Tressisk had a special place in Tresrissa's heart, reserved for her wher and her wher only. Unfortunately, with her body starting to heat up, sweat breaking out on her forehead, and trying to keep down bile, Tresrissa didn't have time for Tressisk's overprotectiveness.

"Healer Tressisk. Healers Tressisk." She tried to reiterate when the wher hesitated again. Her face hardened. "If you don't get out they're not going to fix me." Tressisk turned, with a departing snarl at the apprentice and loped out, pushing her way through the crowd to complete her orders as quickly as possible.

Breathing in deeply through her nose, and turning back to the apprentice, Tresrissa spoke, "There, now can I have a bucket?" And a shaky but still Tressie-esque smiled appeared on her face.

"Uh right." Tressie felt sick to her stomach, but this woman wasn't even making sense anymore. Shards, what was taking this line so long to move. It was the Hall making her feel sick, that was for sure, and this woman who looked like she might pass out at her feet now.

"Actually, she's really not all that lovely." Tresrissa said breathily, trying to avoid thinking about the sweat breaking out on cheeks and the bile in her throat. "Uh Tressisk," she said, eyeing the other woman's placement of hand on forehead, "Can you go get someone?" Tresrissa had to stop speaking to swallow heavily. "Because I'm not sure either of us are going to make it."

Tressisk's mind immediately conferred an image of Tavianna, then Notkerric, Nyc and Nealros. "Not them you silly thing. They don't know a thing about healing. A healer Tressisk, a healer."

With slightly clearer instructions, Tressisk nosed anxiously away from her handler, before pushing away and barrelling towards the nearest healer. The green was slightly less gentle than she could have been, not wanting to communicate properly with anyone else but still wanting them to come as quickly as possible. Eventually she resorted to getting behind the healer and pushing them, her head pressed up against their lower back, guiding them towards Tresrissa and the other ill woman.


Tresrissa almost breathed a sigh of relief, she wanted to prove that she was going to be fine, and she wanted to be able to pass it all off like it was nothing. In reality, Tressie hated being sick. It made her feel so weak, so out of control. But it was unlikely she'd be sick for long if her family had anything to say about it... If she had anything to say about it. Regardless, having someone who seemed to be nice trying to talk to her was more than she could have hoped for. The healer hall freaked her out.

Looking the woman up and down, Tressie replied under her breath. "If you want me to be honest? Not at all." She smiled a slightly strained smile, the feeling of nausea rising again as they took a step forward in the line. "If you'd like me to give the easy answer, then yes, I'm fine."

Tressisk pressed herself against her thigh, a calming weight and heat against her even as the wher's tension built. Her hand came down to rub reassuringly at Tressisk's jaw, murmuring soft words to her green, breathing through her nose when the bile tried to creep up her throat again.

"You sick too?" She asked, trying to keep her mind off what she was feeling right now.


Tresrissa had felt the stirring of a headache that morning, but it had only been when the riders had arrived at the Mine Hall that morning, informing everyone of the Flush Fever outbreak that had convinced Tressie to head over to the Weyr for a check up at the Hall... and of course, her families insistence as well... She didn't think it was flush fever. In fact, she felt just fine. Mostly just a little annoyed at having to wait so long in a line doing nothing.

But she'd taken the opportunity to chat up a few of the people waiting for their own check up; crafters, holders, creche workers, children. It seemed like the whole Weyr were turning out to spend a morning in the Healer Hall. The sheer amount of people also waiting in line made Tresrissa think even less about her own probability of sickness. Not everyone here could be sick. Most of them had probably had a headache like her, or had eaten some bad fish a few days before. Didn't mean they had Flush Fever.

Hands laced in front of her, swaying slightly from foot to foot to keep her entertained, Tressie waited for the next Healer to be available and call her up. She opened her mouth to start a new conversation as her patience for waiting in silence wavered before snapping it shut again over the roiling taste of bile.

Tressisk's back straightened, lips curling at the unfamiliar distress emanating through their bond. Her eyes darkening in colour and whirling faster as she pressed herself against Tressie's thigh.

Nose wrinkling and lips pressed tightly together, Tressie's eyes quickly surveyed the room for the most discrete place where should could... take care of her current problem. As another heave rippled through her Tresrissa darted from the line, slipped around a privacy screen and emptied her breakfast into a bucket.

If she was any less of a lady she might have sworn.

As it stood, Tresrissa was a lady, so she cleaned herself up, straightened her skirt, and slipped back into the queue, Tressisk still tense and padding by her side.

Spoiler for Hidden:
However the wher butcher fam wants to play this is up to y'all, but here's an opening  :love:
@SanctifiedSavage @Kyya  @Drewliet  and anyone else who wishes.

@Healers. My plan is for her to be sick, and it to be pretty bad, but I'd never kill Tressie <3

Weyr Hall / Private If I Fell [ 37.10.2590 // 9pm ] S'nis
« on: February 28, 2018, 08:54:07 PM »
Tressie had managed to extricate herself from her family with only a modicum of resistance. She was just going to make the most of the night, see a few more of the folk whom she had made friends with when they had lived at the Weyr and hadn't followed for some reason or another. Who they were specifically didn't come up, and where she was going specifically, was carefully avoided as well. The Hall was just so loud with so many people celebrating after all.

The promise however, to return before it got too late was an honest one. Tresrissa just wanted to have a bit of fun, away from the constant overseeing of her brothers and parents. She didn't resent the company, not at all, her favourite moments in her life had involved her family, but that didn't mean that she wouldn't appreciate some space every now and then. Her family was typically quite happy to give it to her. After all, they had more than enough to do in their everyday lives than to constantly supervise the grown up Tresrissa.

As her eyes swept over faces and tops of heads, Tressie realised that she was indeed looking for a specific person. Seeing a flash of Red really was her hope in finding the pair. Her face creased up in consideration, would Masath be too large to come into the Weyrhall now? Tressie had to admit that she had never paid that much attention to a specific dragon and riders growth, they just hadn't... held her attention for that long. How big did they growth in two months? Cause it had been about that long right?

Tressisk nosed her leg, pulling her out of the way of the corridor as a man brought through a large serving dish stacked with used and forgotten cups and dishes, obviously intending to start the clean up process as soon as possible. Wrinkling her nose, she moved away, definitely not wanting to be roped in for any sort of cleaning duty.

"If you were a weyrling, Tressisk, where would you be, hmm?" The green just gave her a look, before turning back towards the crowded Hall. "Great. Not helpful at all." Tressisk didn't deign her grumbling with any sort of response.

Finally deciding that standing full heads shorter than most of the other occupants of the room wouldn't be helping her quest at all, Tressie pushed past Tressisk's always subtly defensive body in front of her. "I'm going to get a better vantage point." She said determined, striding forward to stand upon and recently emptied chair, and thanking the man who loaned her his shoulder for balance. Admittedly, he hadn't offered his shoulder to her, but Tressie didn't worry over such small facts.

"Aha!" She patted shoulder-man on the head, thanked him for his service, and slipped her way through table after table much more discreetly. "S'nis!" Tressie said brightly when she reached him. "I've been looking forever for you." It wasn't precisely true, but again, details.


Weyr Hall / Re: Greeting the Future [ 37.10.2590; 6 PM ] Event
« on: February 23, 2018, 10:56:47 PM »
"Elrethra!" Tressie exclaimed, perhaps a little too high pitched, but the night was exciting, the crowd was loud, and she'd already helped herself to a little bit of the wine which had emerged for such a special occasion. Why have such a dazzling smile if she didn't use it?

Sliding her arm into her cousin's, she picked up the pace, slightly dragging her healer cousin towards the table where she'd spotted their mothers, only letting go when they were firmly in sight of the table. Elrethra had managed to escape their large family, but only barely. Being apprenticed to the healer hall meant that her cousin was forced to stay at the Weyr, and whilst Tressie secretly thought that Elrethra much preferred it that way, it didn't excuse her from the compulsory family gatherings. Healer or not, they had a reputation to uphold.

"Look who I found loitering in the entrance?" She said cheerfully, plopping somewhat gracefully down into one of the chairs. Elrethra glowered, and murmured something about how she'd been on the way when Tressie had decided she was trying to shirk. The healer gave her mother a kiss on the forehead before taking her own seat, purposefully far away from Tresrissa. Tressie just smiled brightly at her cousin.

"So, Ma. Has Papa managed to drag you out onto the dance floor to shake your stuff yet?"

Spoiler for Hidden:
Since I posted Elrethra earlier, I just squished her in here. But here ya go!

Weyr Bowl / Re: Overwhelmed, a bit, and unsure [ 3.9.2590 / 11AM ] Tressie
« on: February 23, 2018, 10:30:37 PM »
Tressisk almost huffed in annoyance, but Tresrissa had been pushing soothing thoughts towards her wher since Masath had set her sights upon the green. She didn't know that this shell placement ordeal was supposed to continue. It had been her assumption that she'd... reciprocate, and then it would be over. She would be praised for her polite socialisation, and be allowed to take Tressie away from the strange pair. It frustrated her to misinterpret the rules of engagement.

Turning her eyes up to Tressie warily, she slowly took a step toward the Red, attempting to slide the shell from her shiny green snout, to Masath's wine coloured one, bumping their two snouts against each other. It was sweet, but quite probably not the type of play that Masath was looking for. From Tresrissa's independent observation, Masath seemed like more of the bouncy type, and might have the potential to get annoyed at Tressisk's uninitiated ways. They'd have to see.

Tressie smiled at the mostly honest assessment of Tressisk, most people at the Mine Hall were far too afraid of her parents to comment on the green's attitude, and it was... refreshing. She didn't notice that this sentence was significantly longer than what S'nis had been engaging in previously, because it didn't come across as unnatural to her at all.

Her pout however, was frightfully pretty. "Nope. I live over at the Hall, although I take what opportunities I can to come over to the Weyr." She lowered her voice conspiratorially, "It's much more interesting." Brightening up again, she continued. "But whenever I do make it over here, I'd love to come and talk to you again." A smile down at Masath included them both in the request... or was it an invitation?

Weyr Bowl / Re: Overwhelmed, a bit, and unsure [ 3.9.2590 / 11AM ] Tressie
« on: December 30, 2017, 01:20:05 AM »
Tressisk tensed as the dragon approached, ready to do whatever was necessary if the red got too close to her Tressie. What she would do if the red did indeed get close, was still up in their air, but she wouldn't be afraid to take her on if need be.

Instead, she froze, with the shell on her nose forcing both eyes to cross as she tried to keep her gaze upon the thing, trying to figure out what on Pern was going on. But luckily, the wher didn't seem to be taking Masath as too much of a threat, and even Tresrissa's shoulders had tightened a bit when the red had approached. Not that Tressie really ever considered being hurt by a dragon, but she knew her wher's temperament, she wasn't going to underestimate the green.

The sight of the grown man trying to grab his slippery dragon by hers wings made Tresrissa laughed out loud. A beautiful tinkling kind of sound. Of course, why wouldn't Tressie have a beautiful laugh just like everything else? Her hand waved in the air, as if pushing aside a physical representation of his apology. "Don't worry about it. Tressisk is a tight wad, aren't you darling?" One hand snagged the shell off of Tressisk's nose, as the other went to the tight muscles of Tressisk's shoulder to reassure her.

It worked, the green's muscles untensing, before her snout went to nuzzle at Tressisk's hand, opening it to reveal the shell, mimicking Masath's earlier action. It was an amusing sight in all honestly. Where Masath's plonk of shell on snout had been purposeful and sure, Tressisk's was slow, hesitant, and completely unsure of how to play.

Strangely enough, Tresrissa felt a little... proud of her wher. Tressisk had always been nice to her family, and had somewhat played with her brother's children, and her younger cousins, but the green had always been so uptight around strangers.

Turning her eyes back to S'nis she giggled. "See? Masath is doing just perfectly." Those swirling green eyes were a little startling, so full of something that Tressie didn't quite understand.

When the little Red directly addressed her, even with something as simple as that little trill, Tresrissa politely returned her gesture with a happy and cheery smile. Whilst she knew in general that her family didn't think too highly of the dragonriders of the Weyr, and whilst she personally didn't understand the life that they seemed to choose to lead, that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy a conversation with someone.

All in all, Tressie was curious. She had heard all sorts of interesting things about these new red dragons. They were violent, didn't like people, enjoyed causing pain, were just insane little runts. This one however, seemed friendly enough, and considering she looked actually a little smaller than Tressisk at the moment, Tresrissa didn't really see what all the fuss was about.

"Ma and I love them, I wish we got to see more of them." If S'nis' pause between his next words was anything longer than one might typically want from a conversation, Tressie didn't notice, her attention too had been drawn back to the runners, and sweeping over the crowd, some faces she knew, some she didn't, all simply having fun and enjoying a day together. A perfect kind of day in her opinion.

However when he spoke again, she did politely turn her attention back to him. After all, there was only so long her attention could be kept by staring at people she saw everyday, and runners that all looked pretty much the same.

"I'm Tresrissa." She said with a smile, holding out her hand delicately for a shake. Sure, it wasn't something that was required for her, usually that was something her parents seemed to reserve for business transactions, but Tresrissa personally enjoyed the action. "Or Tressie. Take your pick."

With Tresrissa's hand now firmly within the rider's personal space, Tressisk pushed closer against her thigh, eyes trained carefully on where their hands were to meet. The green had never particularly liked the speed at which Tressie took to be open and inviting to complete strangers. "Oh, and this is Tressisk." Unlike the Red's polite greeting, the green made no such move to do the same. "What's your lovely... dragon's name?" She asked brightly and with a smile, only slightly hesitating when she realised she had no clue how to identify the gender of his dragon.

Weyr Bowl / Re: Overwhelmed, a bit, and unsure [ 3.9.2590 / 11AM ] Tressie
« on: September 03, 2017, 01:51:32 AM »
Tresrissa had enjoyed the morning so far, it was lively and there were people everyone. People she hadn't met before, and she wouldn't get into trouble for meeting... not just this once. And besides, she was here to have fun. The others might be here to make a good impression, and Tresrissa surely wouldn't try to do anything to ruin that, but she wasn't going to just not have fun on a day like this.

Nyc was fun for a while, but he had all the kids to deal with, and after playing the fishers game and getting bored by the expectation she stop and let children have a go, Tressie simply got bored with them. Waving her family goodbye, she checked out the other booths. Her face was painted in pastels, blues and pinks in waving swirling patterns. There had been a cute guy there, but unfortunately she'd gotten this old crone, she was nice enough, but hadn't occupied her attention long enough to stay.

She jingled her slightly smaller amount of marks in her hand as she walked, enjoying the satisfying tinkling sound. The knife booth didn't seem incredibly interesting but she had seen Ophyonis over there previously, so perhaps she should go bet on her parents man? Yes, Ophy would surely appreciate the gesture.

Through the gap between the booths, Tressie was distracted however. Oh wow... The runners. They were beautiful creatures weren't they? Even the food couldn't distract her from watching their powerful, glistening bodies. Flinging her arms over the barrier which separated the general public from the track, she leaned up against it so watch the race in wonder.

Tressisk wasn't interested. Instead, watching the crowd behind Tressie, in case anyone untoward were to approach whilst Tresrissa's attention was otherwise occupied.

However, as expected, when the race was over, Tressie's attention quickly needed to be recaptured, and she looked around for her next event. And there she saw him. A Weyrling, with a little red dragon. He looked... hesitant, or perhaps he was just watching the races. Either way, he seemed... interesting.

When Tresrissa approached, Tressisk was decidedly unhappy at the idea of her approaching a strange dragonrider and dragon. "They're beautiful aren't they?" She gave him a slow smile, and gestured towards the races but without looking away from him.

Tresrissa's face hardened uncharacteristically, it wasn't often that she got angry, but a brief moment did cross her mind, before her simple trust in her family overtook it again.

Allowing him to finish his story, Tresrissa pulled a waterskin from the pouch on Tressisk's side, and ripped a strip from her skirts. "Here. You can wash up now." A pretty skirt, but she was sure she'd be able to get another one. It wouldn't do for mother and father to see him like this, although she wasn't entirely sure that even without the blood that his swollen lip and eye would go unnoticed. Either way, it gave her hands something to do.

At 11 turns, Tresrissa certainly hadn't missed the whispers that travelled around Fort Hold about their families occupation. But the life her parents had built for them certainly wasn't bad, and certainly wasn't something that Tressie regretted.

"You know you're right Nealros. They're stupid and jealous." Tresrissa simply didn't understand why others wouldn't like her family. Her mother was perfect, her father amazing, how could anyone dislike them for any reason other than jealously? So what her mother had a job that others didn't, her father was a peacekeeper.

"Pa is a peacekeeper. Ma is a business woman. That's all that matters. If their parents are liars and thieves, so be it. They're just jealous that they don't have a family like ours."

"Sorry." She said, genuinely apologetic. Tressie did know how much her little brother disliked, she just... slipped up sometimes, found it hard to remember when others purposefully used the name. But she was going to try, try harder to not use it anymore. At least... only use it when she was being spiteful, cause then Nealros would know the difference.

Her heart clenched at the look that he gave her then, the pleading look that made her want to rethink everything she had been programmed to do. It was... simply what she did. If something happened, she told her parents, and then Tavianna and Notkerric would make it all okay again but... that look made her want to break the rules just this once.

"Fine Nealros." She said, careful to make sure she used the name he wanted this time. "If you tell me the truth of what happened, then maybe I'll not tell Ma." Whilst she didn't explicitly say Pa, she wasn't going to trick him with a mincing of words, it simply wasn't her style.

"Here," she looked around to make sure there was no one coming, it wouldn't do for anyone to see the son and daughter of Tavianna in such a state, and beckoned him to a little room off the side. It seemed like a storage room, but was dark and dusty and not particularly well-used, so she thought it would give them a bit of privacy to hash out whatever they needed to.

"Now you don't leave anything out Nealros." She said firmly. Tressie wanted to be on her brother's side, but she also didn't want him defending any of his attackers, because that was surely what this was. The aftermath of some ridiculous childhood brawl, wasn't it?

Tresrissa had spent the day training Tressisk. Whilst Tavianna could have helped, and surely had before, her mother had let her know that Tressisk was her responsibility, and it was up to her to make sure the wher was properly trained and an asset to their family. And so, when her duties to her family had been done for the day, Tressie had been taking the little green off to train.

It seemed to be working well, but Tressie was slightly uncertain as to whether she was doing a good job, or the wher just simply wanted to be taught. She seemed smart, and willing to do anything Tressie asked of her, it really didn't take much to train the green.

But the two had been working on strengthening exercises recently, the green was small and neither of them wanted her to be the weaker party if anything happened. A fault of her colour perhaps, Tressisk would always be the one who had to work harder than anyone else, but both of them seemed content to work together and fix that.

"Good job Tressisk," she was saying, "Tomorrow we'll have to do that again, you need to work more on the larger stuff, body sized weights you know?" Before she ran right into Nealros.

"Nealros? Neal? Hey." Her hand went up to his face, her eyes sharpening with anger when she saw the cut across his lip, and the bruises which were forming slowly but surely. "Are you okay?" Her voice steely, she continued, "Who did this to you?"

Whilst Tressie had been told that she should keep a muzzle on Tressisk, at every opportunity the youngster had tried to give her wher free space around her head. She had also tried to get Tressisk to sleep on the floor next to her bed, admittedly, not for very long, after once saying "Sit Tressisk" and the green ignoring her and crawling into the covers of the cot, Tressie had decided that she liked that position very much.

However, she was going to see her mother and start official training with Tressisk, so she thought that perhaps it might be a good idea to pull out all the bells and whistles. She was leashed, and Tressie was ready... almost ready. They couldn't expect her to be perfect.

She rushed down the stairs, tying up her hair as she rushed, Tressisk trotting along behind her, her leash held daintily in between her teeth for when Tressie had a spare hand. "I'm ready, I swear. Let's go Nyc." The young girl said, rushing to open the heavy wooden door. But before she could step outside, she heard and felt simultaneously, a mental nudge from her wher, and a clearing of the throat from Nyc.

Tressisk was standing next to the coat rack, where Tressie's mostly waterproof leather jacket was hanging (and obviously not where it should be, on her back), and Nyc was pointing with a long finger at the jacket as well.

It seemed both of them had the exact same idea.

Rushing forward, she slipping her arms into the sleeves of the jacket, buttoned it up at the front, and held out her hand for Tressisk to drop her leash into. "Okay fine, now I'm ready. Can we go?"

Tressisk gave a high purr-like rumble in Nycolussk direction in response to his huff, and the four of them continued out into the rain. It would have looked an interesting sight. Two so young, with whers so young, both dutifully walking next to their handlers, not pulling on their leash, and shying at a puddle. It seemed like the siblings had gotten lucky with their choices.

Grinning widely in response to her brother's own smile, Tressie addressed her mother. "Sorry we're late. Nyc was doing his hair or something." She said cheekily. "So what do we start with?'

Tressie's smile fell from her face at the mention of Hunters. The horrible beasts who lurked in the Jungle just waiting for the unsuspecting to pass too close. Why of all places, did the Hunters have to live here? Fort Island was their home now, why couldn't the Hunters just leave them in peace?

When Nyc turned to Tressie, she almost couldn't concentrate on the words. Tressisk, sensing her distress, pressed up against her thigh, pushing her ugly head into her handlers palm. Warmth filled her mind, and the blur that had set over her cleared. It meant she registered what Nyc said.

She's not coming back.

And it all clicked for her. Caleah was dead. Dead and gone.

I couldn't save her.

Those words were something Tressie had never heard from Nyc before. 'I couldn't' or 'I can't' is not something that was part of Nyc's vocabulary, or at least, not when he was around her. But she didn't blame him. How could she? The Hunters were horrible, they took down dragons and riders and whers alike without much of a warning.

So Tressie understood.
She just didn't know that it would hurt this much.

"Oh..." Right. Caleah was gone. Caleah wasn't coming back. Caleah was dead. "Right..."

A tear pricked her eye. She couldn't move from her position. Didn't know what to do. Didn't know what to say. Tressie just stood, a hand resting on Tressisk's head, staring at the ground.

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