Few days after hatching/WeyrBowl/Lesson!

[Lark]

Inoria bit her lip and pushed her hair from her eyes. The weyrlings were in need of the first official lesson now, and she was slightly nervous. Beside her, Zaranyth crooned happily, her soft tan form curled up in a large ball. One wing was spread over her head to shield her eyes, the other was tucked against her side. It was midday, and hot. Definitely hot. Inoria picked at her shirt and then looked at her dragoness. The weyrlings had already been called. It was now just a matter of them arriving.

Ooc: short post is short since it's from my iPod. They've already been called to the Bowl, and haven't really had many real lessons yet. Maybe just small get to togethers of how to feed and clean your dragon.

[Jay Kitten]

Lavender was the first to come. Her small, enthusiastic Starlight trailed behind her, waving her inverted tail in the air happily as Lavender approached the Bowl with a bounce in her step.

These first few days had been quite amazing, she was getting to know her new little dragoness, and soon she would be big and strong and ready to fly. Fayzeth was quite the character, she was finding out, and she kept up with the boys in her eating habits. Quite a ravenous little thing...

LavenderLove, do you think we might have a chance to swim again today? Fayzeth asked, during a hopping leap forward. She flapped her wings, the small golden spots among the night sky of her hide glittering in the midday sun. She was beautiful, and Lavender loved her already.

Poor Fayzeth had had her first taste of rejection, she had wanted to play with a rather staunch green who had been rude and refused, calling her silly because she wasn't one solid color, like most of the dragons. The poor thing had gone and hid and it had taken Lavender half a candlemark to find her. But she had cheered her up, reminding her that the night sky was always a pretty thing, and telling her everything would be okay. She had had a lot of time to pet Fayzeth as well, and her hide was amazingly soft, she always let out a cute little croon when you stroked her eye ridge as well. The redheaded girl was, for the first time in awhile, stress free and happy.

But taking care of a dragon really was a chore...

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

K’tar reached down into the tub in front of him and pulled out an oil-soaked sheet, which represented Viarth’s latest idea. The theory was that the oil soaked sheet could be applied to the dragonet, who could then allow the oil to soak in at leisure while K’tar applied himself to answering the letters that his friends had sent and on the work that he should have done the night (or rather the day) before.

Come on K’tarMine, the oil-sheet does little good hanging from your hands, Viarth chided, his eyes whirling a little faster in excited anticipation.

Oh well, K’tar said, draping the sheet over Viarth’s back and wings. I guess the dry spot will just have to stay there, then.

Dry spot? What dry spot? Where? Viarth twisted his head around to get a better look at the sheet, which was uniformly soaked. I see no dry spot.

K’tar laughed. There’s not one, he said, grinning. However, we do need to get back to our room, or the sheet will dry out before your legs come anywhere near it.

They left a trail of oil drops behind them on their way back, but neither of them noticed. K’tar helped Viarth get settled under the oil-sheet, then picked up the letters and relocated himself to the small desk that he’d found and dragged into the room. He was just starting to read through the first letter when Viarth’s head shot up from under the sheet.

Mine, lesson, the Bowl.

There ensued an argument about whether wearing the oil-sheet to a lesson was acceptable, which Viarth won by virtue of stating that the oil hadn’t had time to soak in properly and then walking out towards the Bowl. K’tar caught up quickly, but not before they were within sight of the Bowl, so with a sigh, he resigned himself to Viarth’s “unusual attire” and walked into the Bowl beside the dragonet.

There was already one weyrling there, the girl who’d Impressed the Starlight, though K’tar didn’t believe they’d met, in addition to the Weyrling Master, Innoria, and her Sunlance dragon. Just to be on the safe side, K’tar gave a quick bow by way of greeting to the Weyrling Master before moving to stand near the girl.

[Shoki]

MauMine, hurry! We must go to the lessons. Quimyenth was bouncing before Mau, who was trying to get a piece of hair to lie flat. It happened every once in a while but not too often to be annoying.
“Yes, just a moment Qui.” With a few more passes of the brush, the stubborn hair finally went into place and Mau tossed the brush onto her bed. “Right, let’s go then.” Mau headed out of her barrack, following Quimyenth who was already bouncing away. “Don’t get too far away!” Mau had to jog to keep up with here excited green. It was slowly becoming the normal way of things. Quimyenth set the pace and Mau just had to keep up. At least it meant that they both were getting plenty of exercise.

The pair traveled to the Weyrbowl quickly, and Mau only had to apologize once for Quimyenth’s exuberance. The green had a habit of almost running people over when she was not thinking, something Mau was determined to work on with her. However they had made it safely to the edge of the Bowl and from there it was easy to spot the Weyrling Master and the other Weyrlings that had arrived. “Best behavior Qui.” Mau had started naturally shortening the green’s name by accident, because if it took much longer for her to say something it was probably already too late.
Right right. We are going to learn lots, yes?
“Of course.”
The green was pleased with this answer and then moved to the appropriate area, Mau following closely. Quimyenth looked at the other dragonets, not particularly curious. Mau on the other hand was determined to make friends.
“Hello!” She waved at the boy and girl that was there, as well as including the Weyrling Master. Things had not started yet so she figured it was okay to be friendly as it was not disrupting things.

[sweetlilangel]

It still scratches... I will have to sleep on the floor until we can get the blankets.. Even though the floor is too hard and if I move wrong it scratches too. It is better than the bed... Sivith told his rider, looking up from the floor he had moved to sometime in the night.

J'ston just blinked at the dragon, not quite awake enough to digest the information the dragon was throwing at him. After a late shift in the infirmary, J'ston had slept like a rock through the dragons shifting and tossing and turning. Sivith's attempts to find a suitable position had resulted in very little sleep, but that didn't keep him from getting up and pacing the floor.

He stopped suddenly and looked to his rider. Lessons. was his only warning before he turned and started for the door; and thank Farnath to because it was too hot in here and that breeze certainly felt nice as he left the confines of the barracks and came out into the Weyrbowl.

J'ston nodded and quickly dressed himself, rushing to catch up to his dragon and wincing as his false foot thunked against the ground. It wasn't near so noticeable in the infirmary.. He was already wondering what the rest of his class would think when they realized they had a 'cripple' among them.

He approached the Weyrling Master, catching up to Sivith who had stopped infront of her to await formalities to be met. With a bow, J'ston gave a nervous smile. Once he'd done this, Sivith was content to move off and join the other weyrling.. especially since that patch of rock was particularly rough. The brown walked up to his purple brother, tilting his head to the side in a curious fashion.

Why are you wearing that? What does it feel like?[/b] He asked, reaching his head out to brush his nose against the oiled cloth. Oh.. the cloth was itchy, but the oil saturating it felt nice.. indeed it would be lovely if not for the cloth.

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

Viarth turned his head slightly, to look more directly at his brown brother. This oil-sheet idea needed improvement; for instance, he had to move carefully or the sheet left exposed patches.

It is an oil-sheet, this way, I can be oiled while Mine answers odd-letters and does bad-tedious-hard-work-chores, Viarth answered. Despite the sheet not providing the thorough oil-soak it should, theoretically, have provided, Viarth was proud of the idea, for it was his and his alone, and it saved work. A truly good thing.

K’tar glanced over and down, to where the little brown, Sivith, was touching the sheet which Viarth was still wearing. He flashed a greeting smile to J’ston, and the girl who’d arrived after he had. He couldn’t remember meeting her, and resolved to use the lesson as an opportunity to do so. Indeed, he figured that he might as well use it to meet all of his fellow Weyrlings.

Good idea Mine, then they’ll notice us when we want them to

and when we don’t want them to, as well, K’tar added, smiling.

[Shoki]

It was a strange routine that D’ziel was getting into. He was actually making decent headway on the stuff he told himself to do during the hatching. He was getting up at the same time each morning and it was a good time to be getting up. Training Pounce was more difficult but not impossible. So far he had her not moving outside the room without permission, at least most of the time. He was hoping to fix that to all of the time. Meanwhile Pounce was engaged in her favorite activity of late, annoying Hocteth. The moonlight was staring at the feline curled up in the middle of his bed, while she pointedly ignored him.

D’zielMine, this is not right. Remove Pounce now.

D’ziel was getting his boots on quickly, having been told by Hocteth about lessons before. He was not sure why the Moonlight was being bothered about this now. “We’re leaving soon anyway. She’s just breaking you in, don’t mind it.”

What does that mean?

“Means that she thinks your hers now, so she wants to make sure you know it. She’s a feline, she does that.” D’ziel got dressed finally and ran a brush through his hair. “The less you mind her the less she wants to bother you. Now let’s go, you wanted to get to lessons on time, yes?”

Indeed. The dragon spared another glance at the silver feline then trotted after D’ziel to the lessons.

D’ziel and Hocteth weren’t the first at the lessons but it sure didn’t seem like they had started. Some of the dragons were milling about, including a purple with some sort of cloth on it. Hocteth looked at it for a moment, wondering what that was about. D’ziel just picked a spot to stand and sighed. He really wished Dan had impressed. It was a little selfish but he wanted his brother around so they could be in lessons together.

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Mau was glad when at least someone responded to her friendly hello. More Wyerlings were appearing, so she had more time to see the people who had impressed. She wanted to meet everyone, as she usually did. A brown dragon and a dark dragon with yellow whisps appeared, one of which she did not remember seeing on the sands. The brown must have impressed before she arrived. Either way she waved to both of the boys that had arrived, remembering their faced and what dragons they were with. Even if she did not know someone’s name she was really good with faces.

Quimyenth looked at Mau for a moment then decided to try to do the same, remembering all of the humans here. So far it seemed she could most remember the other girl here, on account of she was the only girl who wasn’t Mau that was here. There was the teacher lady, but that was different. She tried hard to remember though.

[Kaya]

Holt had already been awake for the majority of the morning. Korith had made a point of waking him up bright and early since he Impressed. Supposedly being oiled just before sun up was somehow more effective. At least it left him plenty of time for breakfast and getting on the cooks' good sides. They let him have extra that way, which could come in handy one day. It was also a nice feeling to have chores done early in the day, it wasn't as hot and there were less people around to distract him.

So it was when Holt was considering it to be about his lunch time that Korith finally spoke up. He didn't talk too much, but when he did it was usually important.

Mine.

Yes?

Lessons. In the Bowl.

So they took off promptly, not wanting to be late. They had taken a walk before lunch, so Holt figured they were further out from the Bowl than the others. It didn't worry either of them, though. They would get there when they got there, and that was that.

So by the time they arrived a good number of other weyrlings had already arrived, including K'tar. Holt, technically H'rarn, found a spot near his friend, Korith trailing just a few feet behind. They glanced at the Weyrling Master, saw she was talking with some others, and deduced they certainly hadn't started yet. But where was Viarth?

Brother, why do you have a towel on your head?

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

K’tar glanced over at Holt and grinned as his friend entered the Bowl, leading Korith. From his friend’s angle of approach and entrance to the Weyr Bowl, he reckoned that Holt had been out for a walk. Flicking a quick glance to the Weyrling Master to ascertain that the lesson was not about to start, he asked, still grinning: “How’s your day going? Korith letting you sleep in yet?”

Viarth turned slightly towards his blue brother, though he still did not remove his insufficiently oiled head from under the sheet.

It’s not just over my head, it’s over my whole body, he answered. and it's not a towel, it’s an oil-sheet. I thought of it myself; I can get oiled while Mine does assigned-bad-tedious-stuff. Although perhaps I will try an oil-towel next time. What of you, brother-friend-Korith? Do you and your Mine-tall-boy-Holt want to go exploring later with me and Mine?

K'tar glanced over at Viarth, then returned his gaze to Holt. He gave a slightly sheepish shrug as he did so, wordlessly communicating that the sheet had not been his idea.

"Do you want to go exploring later?" he asked, unaware that Viarth was posing the same question. He and the little purple still needed to work on communicating while they were engaged in conversations with others, they still tended to shut each other out on accident.

[Jay Kitten]

When the others had arrived, Lavender greeted each of them with a friendly "hello", though after the second dragonet, Fayzeth began to hide behind her legs. After the initial hunger from the Hatching had lost effect during the resulting feeding frenzy, Fayzeth began to develop shy tendencies. Not because she was shy, not really, but because she wasn't quite ready to meet the others after the blunder with the green the day before. But now she was mostly hidden from view, save her blue neck and head, with it's symmetrical spots, and her yellow rump and tail, with it's blue inverse spots.

She did all she could to comfort the poor little Starlight. You poor thing... I promise these ones won't be as mean as that nasty little Green was.

But one is even the same color as the one from before! What if they hate me?[/color] She flapped her little wings and curled up against her Rider's legs. She knelt beside the Starlight and began to stroke her eyeridges, smiling as she got that cute little sound Fayzeth liked to use when she was cheering up.

Nobody could hate you, you're much too adorable, my Love, and what's more, I bet you have more talent than any of these dragons. She gave a small nod, and continued to show her dragonet the love she needed to feel comfortable here. The little Starlight looked over to the other dragons apprehensively, keeping her distance for now.

[Lark]

Mine we're late! I can't afford to be late, it's not good!

Saka rolled her eyes as she jogged to keep in step with the sunset. Plorath, as usual was on a mission. When the multi hued dragonet finally stopped though, skidding into place and flaring her dark wings, the weyrling had to brace herself against her bonded's side. "Don't stop so suddenly Plora." The dragonet snorted, obviously not liking the nickname much, but Hers seemed to be set on leaving the -th off the end.

What are we doing today?!? I'll beat them all Sakalas, we'll prove that we're the best, they can't hold a ray of Rukbat against me. The girl was about to open her mouth when a silvery gray shape caught her eye. Smiling at her friend and his Iron, she tried to wave to Z'an and Bigroth. Tried though because as soon as Plorath saw that she was paying attention to someone inferior, she wrapped her tail around Hers' wrist and pulled downward.

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Inoria nodded as some weyrlings greeted her and she crossed her arms. Where do we even begin Zara? The Sunlance shrugged, rustling her wings in a breathy sound as she looked around at the little dragonets. I have no idea, but we'll think of something fun I'm sure Mine....hmmmr...what about telling their parents they impressed? Surely that's a good thing, yes? Nodding, the weyrlingmaster smiled and picked at her shirt again. Oh it was just so hot too. Oh...that would work. Tilting her head, Inoria nodded to herself. Yes, that would work.

"Okay, I'd like you to go into the room there and pick up a piece of paper and a quill with ink and then head over to the lake. It's way too hot out here not to be around water and shade." She rubbed the creamy tan hide of her dragoness while she started to head to the new meeting area, looking behind her every now and again to make sure they were following. As they passed certain areas of the Weyr, she pointed them out for those that had not had much of a chance to explore, or those that did not know how they were related in terms of a dragon now. "That's where your dragonets will defecate, that's where the wherry and livestock are killed for their meat, that's a very popular sunning spot up there..."

Finally they made it to the spot and she sat down against Zaranyth. "Okay, I want you all to write to your family. Tell them how you are, tell them that you impressed. It's the biggest moment of your life, and they should know about it. If you need help of any kind, just ask."

[Kaya]

I can't think of a reason not to go. Classes are just starting after all, and we should have some time to ourselves. I've heard the paths go out into the jungle quite a long way and eventually come out to where they keep more food for us! We should go look for that. Korith informed proudly. He was quite the fan of food and enjoyed a good walk beforehand, though the food was the main point of importance.

"Huh, exploring?" Holt responded, trying to pay attention to his friend and the Weyrling Mistress and not doing a very good job of either. "Uh, sure." And now she was saying something about important days. Huh.

Letters home, Mine. Korith supplied. Apparently the Blue had better multitasking ears than his Rider. And be more enthusiastic about spending time with Viarth and His.

Right, right, Mr. Hear-It-All.

"Thank you," Holt mumbled, passing by the instructor to go get something to write with. If she was dismissing them freely he might not have time to write until much later. K'tar was a bit of a handful, but his mum would like him and the fact that he made Holt get up, out and going more often than he would on his own.

[sweetlilangel]

J'ston fetched the paper when they were told to, and made his way to the lake with the rest of the weyrlings. A softer blanket, Sivith told Viarth, Would likely hold more oil and feel much much better. and you could have it made like the clothes your riders wears. He stated, shifting to nudge the shirt and pants on said rider, leaving oily patches on K'tar's clothes, but illustrating his point just fine. Though different cloth than his. It itches too. That way it'll cover all of you. Sivith finished as J'ston listened to the Weyrling Master explaining their task.

He froze, staring at the paper. He couldn't really say he had family... not real blood family and even those he knew from healer hall weren't family. The only one he could truly consider anything akin to family would be the healer who had taken him in after his father's death. He technically still had a mother somewhere out there, but she hadn't wanted anything to do with him in his life. Hand trembling as he put his writing utensil to the sheet of paper, he finally came to a decision. He would write to the healer... He would tell him of Sivith and his time at the Weyr and how he intended to continue his studies and practice here at the Weyr, even though he'd Impressed and would have rider duties to attend to as well. He would tell the healer of the people he met, the ones who didn't look down on him and think him a drudge pretending to be a healer. Then he would tell him how, once they'd established a routine and everything had settled down some, he intended to work towards his Mastery still. He wouldn't give up that dream, even if he was a rider.

[Shoki]

Mau listened intently to the Weyrling Master, trying to take everything in. This was a far cry from what she had been doing before coming to the Weyr so she made sure to listen up. When she was told to get quill and ink she perked right up. After hearing she was going to write a letter, well now she was completely gone. "More letters Qui, ready to start writing?"

Mine does that mean I can try to write with the ink again?

"As nice as it is that you want to try again, I think it was hard enough getting all that ink off you from last time. How about I write and you can give me suggestions?"

The green seemed to pout for a moment then gave a hard look at the lake that they were near. Maybe I will do that while playing in the water.

"A fine idea. How about you ask one of your siblings to go with you? You should get to know them."

Quimyenth looked at the other dragonets for a moment, not particularly interested it would seem. Mau made a shooing motion with her hands but the green baulked at the idea. But MauMine, I don't know them.

"Best time to start getting to know anyone is right now. Here, I'll show you." Mau got up with her materials in hand and strode over to Saka. "Hey, I just thought I should introduce myself. I'm Mau." She held out her hand so she could shake the other weyrling's hand, not that she would be particularly offended if the other girl refused.

Quimyenth watch hers introduce herself and decided to give it a try. Not to the hazed sunset, for some reason she didn't want to try that. She seemed a bit mean. There were plenty of dragonets about but a bunch of them were chatting amongst themselves. The decision was not one she would have liked but she would try for hers. The green walked up to the starlight, a bit reluctant. Um, hello. Would you like to play in the water with me?

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D'ziel walked with Hocteth, listening to the Wyerling Master while still being a touch depressed. He really would rather have his brother here. Not that he didn't want to meet new people, but it was nice to have someone around that already knew you and could talk to easy.

You have me. That's good, yes?

"Of course." D'ziel gave the moonlight a pat on his head, illustrating that he was very fond of his dragonet. "It's just I like having him around. He's my friend too."

That's proper then.

D'ziel smiled at his dragonet's approval. Hocteth was going to be an interesting one.

As the group came to the lake the Weyrling Master gave them the assignment to write home and D'ziel grimaced. He was okay at writing but he hated sitting still for as long as it took to write a letter. If he had the chance he pushed that kind of thing off on Dan. He looked at the ink and parchment with an annoyed glare, and sat against a tree. This was not going to be fun.

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

K’tar pumped his fist in excitement in response to Holt’s agreement. He started to ask Holt where he thought they would have the most fun, but Viarth interrupted before he could do so.

Korith suggests jungle paths, Mine, Viarth said. He says they go far and lead to good-thing-food, and jungle is must-see-pretty.

Then jungle-paths it shall be, K’tar replied in his most serious tone, before dashing back to his room and grabbing the ink, pen, and paper off his desk, where he’d left them before the lesson.

Mine, stop the no-fun-seriousness!Viarth called, even as K’tar reemerged, grinning, seconds later, and the two of them joined the other Weyrlings as they made their way to the lake. K’tar was just settling down to write when, without warning, Sivith swung his head around to place giant oil patches on his clothes.

At least they’re work clothes, K’tar thought, shifting so that he was out of the little Brown’s way and trying to ignore Viarth’s amusement. He had two letters he needed to write, one to his friends and one to his parents, however he was really interested in exploring, and so he, with typical impulsiveness, he decided that the letter to his parents could wait until later. A small voice reminded him that he still had a day and a half's worth of chores to do, but he ignored it in favor of his excitement for the coming exploration, for that excitement seemed by far the more appropriate feeling to him.

Good idea Brown-brother-Sivith, Viarth said Perhaps silk would work for it, I shall ask Mine to request some from powerful-friend-Jatheiron Switching his focus, Viarth said: Mine, could you ask powerful-friend-Jatheiron for silk for oil-sheet?

K’tar laughed, his typical high spirits showing. Sure I will, why not? he answered, returning to the letter he was writing. Finishing the postscript, which contained Viarth’s request for silk and his own request for the puppy that Jatheiron and Talerian had said they’d give him, he read through the letter, making sure that he’d included everything he needed to, then he folded it up, sealed it to itself, and settled in to wait for Holt.