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1 – Summary
2 – Contents
3 – Cesa
4 – Yodith
5 – Pets
6 – People
7 – RP log
8 – Art
9 – Solo and IM RP

Fear is the path to the dark
Fear leads to anger,
Anger leads to hate,
Hate leads to suffering

(WIP)

Always two there are, no more, no less.
A master and an apprentice.

T'rel
Cesa: He's a really good friend. I'd trust him with anything.
Yodith: Understand his own thoughts, this one does not.

Yimira [NPC]
Cesa: She's like a sister to me. We've been friends since we were little, worked in the kitchens together.
Yodith: A nice girl, she is. Hardworking and pleasant.

L'fir and Bocaith
Cesa: Also a good friend. He doesn't say much, but he's definitely reliable. Bocaith is always willing to fill in the gaps and chat away anyway. He's a fun blue.
Yodith: Says less than he knows, sees more than admits. Watched carefully must Bocaith's be. Excitable is this blue, puts himself at risk at times he does.

P'lias
Cesa: He's a good kid, it's a shame what happened to him. It'll be interesting to see how he adapts to Weyr-life and being a rider.
Yodith: Helped him, mine did. I was proud of her for that.

F'ronell
Cesa: I can't say I know him well, but he seems nice. He's certainly willing to be helpful. Looking forward to see him growing as a dragonrider.
Yodith: Good at cleaning is this one.

R'cen and Digith [NPC]
Cesa: R'cen is certainly charming and a very good dancer. We've known each other for a few turns and I've seen him use that charm to win over a fair number of women. Digith is a charmer too, but in a very different way. He has an innocent and boyish charm and he seems to have taken a shine to Yodith for the time being.
Yodith: The rider, I do not fully trust. Jumps from mate to mate, too much he does. Tries to get my attention, Digith does. A decent enough brown he is, I suppose.

G'deon
Cesa: I don't really know him. There seems to be something between him and T'rel, but I don't know what it is. Whatever it is, he doesn't seem very bothered by it, whereas T'rel does.

Zofer
Cesa: I'm rather grateful for his efforts trying to break up that fight.

T'nus
Cesa: I've seen him around, but not really gotten to know him at all. I don't know, he seems kind of... Is stern the right word? He doesn't really seem the kind I'd risk joking around with.

Lavi
Cesa: The Candidate Master, I don't know much about her, but I assume she's nice. I've not heard candidates speak badly of her and I assume you'd have to be patient for that kind of job.

None, as of yet
If you want to do some art of Mecesa I will adore you forever

IM RP with Thali

It was always the same. Dragonrider or no, there was only ever one place to find Mecesa after a hatching. The kitchens. It had been the same in Benden Weyr, but it had never felt quite right. Although the idea of their kitchens was the same, it just wasn’t. The staff there also didn’t seem to get why this Greenrider was so intent on baking after certain things. Still, it was a habit and turns with Yodith weren’t going to change it, not that the peculiar green had any desire to change it.

Because of the ridiculous hour that the eggs had decided to crack shell, the former baker was alone in the kitchens. The Headwoman had seen her on the way out of the cavern and a knowing look had been exchanged. Cesa knew nobody would mind her making some things for the gather the next day and she’d not once left a mess in Ista’s kitchens. It just wasn’t her way. Despite the rack of cooling pies and the other rack in the oven, the young woman didn’t seem set to stop yet. Rolling out some pastry on the counter Cesa hummed happily to herself, thrilled to be back in her rightful place. Behind her Teller perched on the shelf she had always used to and cheerfully followed her bonded’s tune. For that scarce moment they were as they had been turns ago, so happy and content to just be in the kitchens as Cesa did what she loved.

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After a hatching, there were only two possible places to find a certain bronzerider. Bundled up in his Weyr; rather quite alone, had been his habit for turns. Before then, though, he had had a more--particular habit. He would sit on a counter in the kitchens and chat with the staff. Even as Weyrleader. In fact, he had spent more time in the kitchens as Weyrleader than he had without that rank. So, breaking the habit of holing himself up in his Weyr, he did as he had done many turns before. He made his way into the kitchens, and once there, sat on the counter. "Fancy seeing you here, Cesa," he teased the greenrider he'd hoped to meet up with. It'd been turns since they had a proper talk. She'd left for Benden--and for quite sometime, she had been gone. Five turns without a friend to talk to had taken a toll on T'rel. He had become quiet--almost paranoid in the way he spoke. Secretive, really.

"How are you?" he asked, swinging one leg. He'd always loved sitting up on the counters. They made him feel like he had less responsibility. Maybe it was because he had been coming to the kitchens to talk to Cesa since he was a candidate.

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A familiar whistle sounded through the kitchen's and interrupted Cesa's humming. She looked up and smiled at the figure who walked in and sat himself on the counter. "A little early to be trying sneak snacks, isn't it, T'rel?" She teased right back as she placed her roller down and began to cut her pastry to shape. Teller leapt off the shelf and glided through to land on the counter beside T'rel. To the green, when T'rel came to get snacks, that meant scraps for her. Cesa shook her head and smiled as the little green crooned at her old friend. Looked like some things didn't change ever.

"I'm good, just getting in a bit of baking before heading back to my weyr." She looked up at T'rel as she picked up all the excess pastry, rolling it and placing it to the side. "And how have you been fairing?" she said, giving him a grin. It was nice to get back the familiarity that came with the kitchens. Some of her happiest moments had been her working whilst T'rel perched himself on the counter and nattered away to her. The harper had always had something to say and Cesa had always been happy to listen.

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"Good, just coming to see my favorite kitchen staff," T'rel smiled at her. "It's never to early to sneak snacks, Cesa. Who knows when my next chance to do so might be?" He grinned at her, shrugging. He'd missed this time. This time he had to himself and a special friend. He took a still hot bubblypie off a tray and bit into it.

"Just as perfect as I remember," he said. He'd complained to her before, saying the kitchen staff hadn't known how to make proper bubblypies while she'd been gone. He wasn't sure, though--perhaps it was something else? Maybe the fact that Cesa had made them made them taste better?

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Cesa lay a hand on her chest and looked up, a familiar mockery of a swooning Hold lady. It was her usual reaction to compliments, particularly those from T'rel. Dropping her farce she pursed her lips and shook her head at his childish behaviour. "I know exactly when your next chance is. It's called breakfast, it's in a matter of candlemarks." She had a feeling that wouldn't make much of a difference. T'rel had always visited the kitchens between meals, although to her knowledge the middle of the night had been less common.

Now his comment on her pies did award him a genuine smile. Nothing made Cesa happier than knowing people enjoyed the things she made most. She had listened to T'rel complain about the srop in quality when she had first returned, but thought it only pleasant banter. Hearing it again made her smile. "Well, I'm glad they're to your satisfaction."

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"Breakfast is several candlemarks away," T'rel complained, sounding rather woeful. "I do not for a moment believe my stomach would have allowed me to survive so long without one of your pies, Cesa. They are dragonlengths beyond anything the others can dish out." He wrinkled his nose in distaste. "Do you know what they do to their tubers? They soak them! SOAK THEM." It was common knowledge that the former Weyrleader detested tubers--for which reason never had been discussed. "They're disgusting. Full of oils and..." he shuddered dramatically. "You need to teach them a thing or two about cooking. Please, Cesa. For the survival of this Weyr..."

He grinned at her, all dramatics gone. "They're delicious," he complimented her again.

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"Well maybe, if you got some sleep, like you should be getting now, your stomach would just manage it." Looked like she was back to being his mother again. Making him food and trying to be sure he looked after himself. She wondered how long it would tak for him to get sick of her telling him that he needed to sleep or other such things. One thing she could take solace in however was that she would never have to remind the bronzerider to eat. Thin he may be, but Cesa knew just how much food, pies in particular, that skinny man could put away when he wanted to.

"Oh, don't tell me you've not been eating tubers the whole time I've been gone." It would be just like him to do something like that. Cesa knew that T'rel didn't like them, but she tried her best to make them in ways that he could stomach them. "Well, how do you want them prepared then. I'll remeber to make it special for you." Luckily the woman had picked up a wide variety of ways to prepare the food. If T'rel didn't have a prefered method then she'd just go through all of them until she found them.

Cesa returned T'rel's grin as she picked up her bowl of filling for the pies. "Thanks, sweetie." Cesa paused for a moment and a small smile lit her features, it had been a while since she'd called T'rel that as just part of a conversation.

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"I still hate tubers," T'rel informed her cheerfully. "There hasn't yet been a way of making them that I can stand," he paused for a moment, and then grinned at her. "Except yours, maybe," he said. "Yours were decent, even if they are tubers." He hesitated, and then moved from his perch, jumping to the floor. "Cesa, there's been a lot I haven't done since you've been gone. Least of all eat tubers."

He took another pie from the tray, sinking his teeth into it. "Delicious!" he said again. "These are glorious. You really must share your recipe. And don't soak tubers, Cesa. I'd know if you did. They swell and get all soft and disgusting."

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"Well, I will make it my personal mission to find a way to prepare tubers that you will enjoy." A seemingly impossible task, but Cesa was determined. There were countless ways to make tuners, without soaking them, she could fry, bake, roast, put them in something else. She was sure that one way or another she would find a way that she could get T'rel to eat them. It was a little like trying to convince a child to eat something they didn't like.

Cesa quietened and her smile faded when T'rel mentioned her leaving. Her eyes stayed downcast for a moment as her hands stilled at her work. She looked back up at T'rel and her eyes were sad. "I'm sorry I left like that, T'rel. I should have come and found you, I should have told you before I left." Her gaze flicked away again and she ran a hand over he face, causing flour to get on her cheek. "Shards, I should have written to you or- or visited you when Yodith was old enough to between." Gray eyes, tinted with blue and green, met T'rel's again, a dampness starting to show as she thought about it. "T'rel, I'm so sorry."

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"It's not going to work, Cesa. No one's ever successfully found a type of tuber I've enjoyed." He smirked at his friend. He did not seem at all bothered by the fact that he couldn't stand a staple in any Istan's diet. "But I'll applaud you for trying, hm?"

He hesitated for a moment, before shaking his head. "There's no reason to apologize," he said. "You had to go to Benden to take care of your dragon properly." He forced an awkward smile. This clearly hadn't been the subject he'd been hoping for. "I did miss you, though," he said. "Pern seemed quite empty without you for a long time."

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"Has anyone actually ever tried, long term, to get you to like them?" She hadn't heard it happening in her time here, but maybe someone had taken a crack at it. "I've got a lot of different ways and plenty of time to find one that you like. I can make em taste different, feel different, smell different. Whatever it is you don't like about them I'll find it and a way to cook them that'll deal with it." She'd set herself up now. If Cesa had to bring him a different kind of tuber dish everyday for the next five turns she'd do it. She was determined.

"But I could have come back. Once Yodith was cleared to fly, I could have come back to Ista then." There was every reason to apologise, from what she had heard T'rel had become reclusive since she left. Personally she didn't just think it was up to her, she wasn't the self-centered. She knew the whole Ky't thing would have factored into it too. "I missed you too. I thought about you often when I was away." She didn't know if it would make him feel better to know he was in her thoughts, but she hoped it did.

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"No one's ever tried," T'rel made a face. He very obviously did not want anyone to try--tubers were disgusting! Who ever had discovered they were safe to put in their mouths? "I suppose I could try your recipes..." he sighed. "But no promises. If they're terrible, don't think I'll spare your feelings by saying I like them."

He hesitated for a moment, expression darkening. "I know," he said, with no other explanation. She could have done a lot of things--she could've written him. She could have contacted him through their dragons. "But that doens't matter now, Cesa." He forced a smile for her. "What matters is that you're back, and you can get back to making your wonderful pies for me."

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Waving a hand, Cesa smiled. "I wouldn't expect you to lie to me. If you don't like it, don't eat it. I'll just have to find something else for you to try." She really would rather T'rel didn't lie to her, about anything. Much less her cooking. The food she made was one of the things that Cesa took great pride in and she'd rather not anyone lie to her about whether it needed changing.

That slight change was enough. Just that momentary darkening of T'rel's expression was enough to cause guilt to flair. Turning away from T'rel, Cesa leaned against the counter. Maybe she shouldn't have brought it up. It had only put a damper on what had been a cheerful night and a pleasant talk with an old friend. She smiled slightly at the idea of getting back to making pies, but still didn't turn around.

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"I'm glad you came back, Cesa," T'rel continued awkwardly. "I thought I was going crazy for a while. T'nus stripped me of my rank, I was informed I was acting--strangely." He smirked and gave a shrug. "I don't need rank to feel important to the Weyr," he added. "I've done my share of--everything." He moved from his seat, turning to face her. "You know what I missed more than your pies?" he asked.

"Seeing you. It's no good, having no one you can trust, and it's hard to trust people who don't trust you."

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Leaning back, Cesa listened to what T'rel had to say. She still couldn't believe that she had a part in putting him through all of this. She should have made sure that he was alright before leaving. Been sure he had someone to go to, or someway that she would know when he needed her. It was her fault he'd lost his rank, that he'd been acting strangely. Strangely enough that people had even begun to question him. She'd done that to him. He said he didn't need rank, but still, to be put down like that must have stung.

Cesa turned and looked at T'rel when he asked her a question. She shook her head slightly, not knowing what he was going to say to her. She wasn't prepared for his answer, Cesa bit down on the inside of her lip to stop herself from making some kind of sound. She didn't know what she planned to say. Instead she just closed the short space between them and hugged her friend around the middle. "I shouldn't have left you." she mumbled half to herself.

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T'rel returned the hug with a smile. "Sit on the counter with me?" he invited, gesturing to it with an inclination of the head. "We haven't in turns." He stroked her hair with a hand, sighing. "Cesa--" he started awkwardly. "You never really left. You've always been here. In spirit. Inside the people who care for you. And love you. You were never really gone. I just--never saw it. Until you came back. Do you remember how happy I was to see you?"

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you remember how happy I was to see you?"
Nodding Cesa continued to hide her face. When she was younger she had always been bothered by T'rel being taller than her, but it made hiding her face from him much easier. Cesa wasn't dramatically smaller than him, but enough that it could be noticed. She did remember how happy he'd been to see her. Still, she didn't want to let him go. She'd missed her almost child-like bronzerider and how he had always come and spoken to her and swiped food while she was trying to work. It wasn't until know that it all seemed to weight down on just how much she had missed seeing him everyday.

Backing up slightly, although still keeping a loose hold on the rider, Cesa managed a smile. "Okay, I'll sit with you." He was right, it had been turns since they'd just sat together. She'd still been a teen back then. Back when she could get away with sitting on the counters with her friend and not get a scolding for skipping work.

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T'rel helped Cesa onto the counter before sitting down himself. He swiped a pie from the tray and offered it to her with a grin. "Here," he said. "They're still hot, but I imagine not for long. They're cooling fast." He finished his second pie, then glanced to Cesa. "I've missed being up here with you," he said at last. "The kitchen's somehow different without you in it. It's not quite as warm, or friendly."

"The whole Weyr's like that, when you're not about. I tried to find other people to talk to, you know. Don't believe R'yn when he tells you've I've become some kind of wher." He shook his head. "I've made a few friends. Regained some old friends too--those friends are bronze, and you're gold, Cesa. You'll always be my dearest."

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Now she would have pointed out that she didn't need help getting up onto the counter, but at that moment she was happy to let T'rel help her. She took the pie from him and raised an eyebrow. "They aren't kist cooling fast, they're going fast." She shook her head at him finishing a second pie and took a bite out of her own.

She swallowed the mouthful and looked over at T'rel. Did he really feel that the whole Weyr felt off without her in it? Cesa smiled as T'rel trying to find other people to talk to. She was glad that he wasn't just hiding away in his weyr without her. Her expression softened at his last comment, Cesa had reason to believe that that was possibly the sweetest thing anyone had said to her before. Holding her pie in one hand she leaned over and kissed T'rel on the cheek. "You'll always be my dearest too."

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"Of course they are. They're the best tasting thing the Weyr has to offer. I've been deprived of your treats for turns, Cesa. I shan't go another day without at least two bubblypies. And none by those others! They're too doughy. Or they don't have enough klah bark. Or they're lacking enough berry juice. Nothing's quite right unless they're yours." He sighed.

He flushed when she kissed him on the cheek. "Good," he said, smiling at her. "We'll always have each other."

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Clearly the man had been too long without a decent bubblypie if he was full of this much praise for them. "Ah well, I'll have to make sure a few are set aside for you each day." That was if T'rel didn't start requesting that she make him a whole batch everyday. She wondered if even he was able to eat that much without making himself ill. It'd be just her luck that T'rel would make himself sick eating too many pies and she'd have to look after a bronzerider with a stomach ache.

Returning his smile, Cesa rested her head on T'rel's shoulder. "Mmhm, always."