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Writers: Heather, Suzee
Date Posted: 19th February 2020

Characters: Cyradis, Rasme
Description: Rasme checks in with Weyrwoman Cyradis after her arrival.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 2, day 1 of Turn 10
Notes: Mentioned: K'sedel; K'reyel (not by name)

Cyradis

Rasme

A new Turn and a new beginning, Rasme thought, as Piketh inspected her
new weyrledge at Dolphin Cove. Rasme was just glad that the Headwoman
had been able to accommodate her request to have a ground-level weyr.
Piketh's limp made continually flying up and down an extra chore, and
if Rasme was allowed to be a real working member of the dragon
infirmary, then she wanted to be able to quickly leave her weyr if
needed and not have to trouble Piketh for a ride down.

She was not completely unfamiliar with Dolphin Cove, she had visited
for a few Hatchings over the Turns, but other than a working knowledge
of the gold and bronzerider names, she knew no one... and she liked
that. **Well, Piketh, Rugatha and Casmari are settled in the creche,
and now you are in your ledge, so I am going to go and check in with
Weyrwoman Cyradis.** She was sure that her foster mother had already
gotten Casmari a snack and began making friends with the other foster
mother and children in the Lower Caverns. Rugatha never knew a
stranger.

}:Okay, well, I will be here. This ledge has a nice worn spot in it,:{
the gold said, throwing herself down on her side and wallowing it for
good measure.

**Sure, go ahead and get your hide all dusty and dirty, we weren't
trying to make a good impression or anything.** Rasme said with a wry
twist of her lips.

The wheat-colored gold did not respond to the barb.

}:Panitath, my rider is going to check in with yours.:{ Piketh said to
the senior queen. It was the equivalent of sticking her tongue out at
Rasme.

Rasme squinted her right eye at Piketh, adjusted the patch covering
her left, and hastened out of the new weyr. Only because she had been
shown the Weyrleader offices earlier did Rasme have the ability to
navigate herself to Cyradis' office.

"Weyrwoman?" Rasme's husky contralto called out as she knocked on the open door.

"Come in," Cyradis rose from her chair and came around the table to
greet their new goldrider. "Welcome to Dolphin Cove," she smiled. "I
hope very much that you and Piketh will enjoy it here."

"Piketh is already waxing poetic over her weyrledge and I saw plenty
of good looking men on the walk over, so I believe we will." Rasme's
lips tugged sideways into the hint of a smile as she shook Cyradis'
hand. "It is nice to formally meet you, Weyrwoman. Thank you for
allowing us a place at Dolphin Cove."

Cyradis chuckled at her quip about men then nodded. "Of course, It's
very nice to meet you as well," she indicated the couch nearby and
went to seat herself there. "Klah or tea," she asked.

"Tea, please," Rasme replied as she seated herself on the couch,
studying the Weyrwoman's office with a quick glance. "You have
children?" she asked, her gaze settling on some homemade knickknacks
on a shelf.

"I do," she smiled. "Most are grown now," she said as she poured the tea.

Rasme took the offered cup of tea. "Mine too, except for one, she's nine."

"Oh really?" Cyradis smiled. "My Kielya is only a couple of years
older. She's eleven.."

"Tell me the bratty behavior improves, please," Rasme groaned. Even
though she had children who were old enough to give her grandchildren,
she had not been as involved in their developmental Turns as she was
with Casmari.

"Well the teen turns can be trying but thankfully that is mostly
handled by crafts or weyrling training so they're out of your hair
most of the time. I'm not looking forward to it with Kielya though,"
she shook her head. "I have a feeling she'd going to be a handful."

"I am especially going to be in trouble if Casmari decides to repeat
anything I did as a teenager," Rasme admitted. It was often said that
you learned by making mistakes, and so Rasme had done a lot of
"learning" during her teenage Turns.

Cyradis laughed. "And the thing is, they think they've thought of
something new and different, when you've already been there and done
that and know the consequences." She shrugged. "Doesn't keep them from
trying to pull the furs over your eyes."

"True enough, my elder sons were very good at that. I can't tell you
how many reports I received from the creche about their pranks and
mischief." Rasme missed those days. Now her eldest sons were more than
grown with children of their own. The word 'grandmother' was a word
she abhorred, however, and tried not to think about.

"I'm sometimes looking forward to sending Kielya to inflict her
personality on the craft masters." She snorted "my youngest
Kendran is only two but you know how they are at that age. He's
showing signs of a _very_ strong will. Of course, I expected that, both
his grandfather and uncle were, or are Weyrleaders. K'reyel currently
leads at Dragonsfall and K'sedel his grandfather is our current
Weyrlingmaster. What about you," she asked with a little lift of her
chin. "Weyr, Hold or Hall raised?"

"That's quite a pedigree," Rasme commented. "I was Weyr raised. The
woman I brought with me, Rugatha, was my foster mother and now she is
my daughter's. She's more like my mother, really." She sipped at her
tea. "And you Weyrwoman? Weyr, Hold, or Hall?"

"Hall," she smiled. "Vintner's daughter," she said. "Sadly, not
allowed to learn but my father allowed me to stand for Panitath's egg.
He thought I'd be back and he could marry me off to his friend. I was
in the north when the earthquake destroyed the Hall."

Rasme barked out a laugh. "Your father's plan backfired. Was he upset
when he learned you Impressed? Or happy because 'at least' it was a
gold?"

"A bit of both I think but he took advantage of the status when it
profited him. At least he taught me to make his secret recipe. Here,"
she said and rose to cross to a cabinet and pull out a bottle of pale
yellow liquid and placed it on the table. "It's called citroncello."

Pulling the bottle from the table, Rasme held it up, looked at it
through the light, and then uncapped it and took a sip. Rasme's
eyebrows lifted in pleasant surprise. "Oh," she wiped her upper lip,
"that tasty. Now I know where to come for the good stuff."

"Take it," Cyradis smiled. "I have a batch working now so more bottles
are on their way. It's wonderful chilled, see if you can get the
kitchens to give you some ice."

"Coming to Dolphin Cove was definitely the right choice," Rasme said
as she put the cap back on the bottle. She heard the scrape of more
talons on the weyrledge. "I should go, I know you must be busy." She
stood, taking the bottle of citroncello. "Thank you for your time,
Cyradis."

"A pleasure," Cyradis smiled and stood to walk her out. "I'm glad to
have you and Piketh here Rasme."

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