Seventy-Five and Spry!

Writers: Heather
Date Posted: 24th January 2020

Characters: Rasme, Casmari, C'ris, Rugatha
Description: Rasme moves to Dolphin Cove.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 2, day 1 of Turn 10
Notes: Mentioned: Y'gel (not by name)

Rasme's looking for coposts!

Rasme

Casmari

C'ris pressed his lips to her shoulder, arms wrapping around her trim waist. "And tell me again why you have to go traipsing across Pern to another Weyr?"

Rasme's lips twisted into a little smirk as she leaned back against the bluerider. "I've told you. I've done everything there is to do here at Vista Point. I want to go to Dolphin Cove and work with the Weyrdragonhealer there."

"I'll put in my transfer papers, too, then," he said.

"No," Rasme turned, her rider eye searching the bluerider's face. "I want to go get settled first. We can see each other long distance for a bit," she insisted.

C'ris frowned a little. "Is this how you got rid of all the other men, too?"

The goldrider rolled her eye, reaching up simultaneously to adjust the patch over her left one. "I'm not trying to get rid of you, C'ris. I just want to go and make a place for myself first. I want some time to focus on dragonhealing with no distractions."

"So I'm a distraction now, am I?" he grinned, fingers pulling at the laces on the back of her v-neck blouse.

Rasme smiled as her hands went to the buttons on the front of his shirt. "The best kind, I assure you."

He sighed slightly, but tugged her away from the weyrledge. "Let me at least give you a proper send off...."

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}:Gold Piketh arriving.:{ Piketh informed the watch dragon at Dolphin Cove as she steadied herself against the gusty breezes above the coastal Weyr.

Rasme surveyed the geography below them with curiosity. In front of her Casmari, her nine Turn-old daughter, wiggled impatiently. **Take us down,** Rasme told Piketh, who immediately began descending toward the Weyrbowl.

Once the gold had safely settled on the ground, Rasme dismounted and reached back up for her aging foster mother, Rugatha. "Easy does it," she said.

"I'm not breakable," Rugatha snapped. "I'm seventy-five and spry!"

Rasme winked at Casmari. "So you are."

Casmari giggled, looking between her mother and grandmother, who served as her fostermother as well.

"There's no lack of sun here, is there?" Rugatha commented, straightening her shoulders and looking about the Weyrbowl. "If you don't wear a hat you'll be burnt slap up in no time," she complained to both Casmari and Rasme.

"Yes, Rugatha," Rasme droned in the same tone she had used since she had been a weyrbrat in Rugatha's care. "Let's get you two inside and I'll see where the Headwoman has placed us."

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After settling Rugatha and Casmari into their quarters in the creche, Rasme returned to the ground level weyr that she and Piketh had been afforded. Normally the weyr was reserved for Weyrlingmasters, Rasme believed, but because of Piketh's size and injury, it had been the best option for the retired gold and her rider. Now Casmari and Rugatha could reach her easily, and Rasme could quickly go to and from the weyr as she worked in the dragon infirmary.

Rasme took in a deep breath, reveling in the silence and solitude of the weyr. She loved her fostermother and her daughter Casmari, and she had very warm feelings for C'ris, but having a space to be alone, secluded, was integral for her sanity.

"I think this is going to be just perfect, Piketh," she said as she came out to the gold's weyrlegde and leaned against her.

}:It will do,:{ Piketh agreed.

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