To practice or not to practice (Lil/Open)

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

3074.01.28 | Next to Weyr lake | Early afternoon

“Ok Viarth, brace yourself.”

Viarth settled his weight onto his haunches, practically sitting down. The posture looked almost silly, being performed by a weyrling dragon that was 15 feet from point of shoulder to base of tail, but it did prevent K’tar from being able to disrupt Viarth’s balance by assisting with wing-stretches. Unfortunately, it did little for Viarth’s ability to upset K’tar’s balance by getting distracted and turning his head, thus jerking whichever wing was currently being pulled out and forward out of his rider’s grasp.

Sorry Mine, Viarth said, after the third such time, when K’tar had gotten flung down on his stomach after releasing the wing, only to find that he’d already built up too much momentum.

No need, K’tar sent, pushing himself upright yet again. He did have to swallow a burst of anger born out of frustration before answering though. “Ok, let’s try that one again,” he sighed.

Viarth extended the wing so that K’tar could grab it, his sides heaving once in a definite imitation of a human sigh.

K’tar gently took hold of the wing and pulled it forward again, keeping the motion as smooth as he could. He felt it quiver and looked sharply at Viarth, who relaxed his muscles again so that K’tar could pull the wing a little further. Viarth’s head shot up, and K’tar turned around, letting go of Viarth’s wing. There was someone approaching, but the sun was in his eyes, so he couldn’t tell who it was.

[sweetlilangel]

J'ston's foot clicked against a rock and he shifted it, glancing back at Sivith. Rock. Careful. He'd never hear the end of it if the brown stepped on one big enough to actually register as click against the wooden food..The discomfort it would cause the brown would last through the night...

That was when he heard K'tar's words. He stopped, standing back quietly and watching the pair for a moment.. until K'tar fell over... Then he frowned.

That looked like it hurt. Sivith added to the thoughts already running through his head as he started walking again.

Relief flooded through the Healer-Weyrling as he watched K'tar get up, but the frown still creased his features.. especially since the boy was going for the wing again. He picked up his pace.

"What are you doing? You're going to hurt yourselves.. Let me see," He said, his words commanding, but calm as he reached K'tar. He looked over the boy for any injuries from the fall, but it seemed he was in one piece still. Siv, get in the lake and start the exercises without me. I'll join you a minute. He knew it would take more time for the brown to 'adjust to the water' than it would for him to see to K'tar.

Sivith took a few steps forward, rumbling a greeting to his brother before dipping one foot tentatively in the water. It is cold. he stated, knowing full well it was no colder than normal and this wouldn't get him out of having to go into it.

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

K’tar sighed, but he knew better than to argue with J’ston when the older boy was operating as a Journeyman Healer. J’ston might be two inches shorter and have a wooden foot, but he was a Journeyman Healer, which meant that on subjects of Healing and physical training, it was generally better to listen and pay heed to him than to not.

“The water was cold, so Viarth and I decided to just do the exercises on land,” K’tar answered. He didn’t bother adding that nothing short of a direct order from the Weyrling Master or similarly ranked individual would get him to take his shirt off and get in the water as well. He absently rubbed his right elbow and lower arm as he answered. It was likely that he’d have a bruise there in the morning, but he could live with that. He was certainly was not going to ask J’ston to do anything about it, it didn’t hurt that bad, and whining was just, un-dragonrider-like.

“What about you and Sivith, what are you doing?” K’tar hadn’t had a chance to talk with J’ston in awhile, outside of the typical ‘hello’ and ‘goodbye’ exchanged during lessons, and while they might not be the best of friends (not having interacted enough to bond) they were classmates, and a certain degree of friendliness was in order.

“Are you ready for the physical evaluation, with the knives and unarmed stuff?” The question was mostly just to serve as a conversation starter, K’tar didn’t expect that the evaluation would be particularly taxing, since it was mostly just so that the Weyrlings could prove that they’d been learning, and would as thus be customized to each participant.