Weyrling Lesson 1: Oiling

[Pheonix]

T'rin was having some issues, and it wasn't his sexuality or the Weyrlings. The Weyrlings hadn't even arrived yet.

It was that stupid girl he had Searched and was regretting it everyday she insisted on hanging out with him. Alyana was stretched out, laying in the middle of the Weyrbowl where he had planned his lesson. She didn't seem to care though, she seemed to think it was funny. Shards, she had a fully grown dragon and everything. Couldn't she go find some other people to be her friend? "Alyana, can't you just leave already? You helped me prepare," she had actually almost knocked over the bowls of meat he had prepared as well as the oil, "I'll take away your..." "Ahaa, I'm a Copperrider T'rin, you can't do anything to me!" She was a fully fledged rider now, unfortunately. T'rin rubbed his temples in annoyance. "Fine, you can stay here until the Weyrlings get here but then you have to leave," he snapped, and the girl just laughed. I think you're annoying T'rin, Mine. Maybe we should go play somewhere else![/i] Even Kivath was starting to get the hint. Alyana pouted but looked from T'rin to Ophith to Kivath. Even you, Kivath? Aww... well fine, Alyana finally agreed to leave and stood up.

Climbing up on Kivath, the rather large Copper stood and took off into the air. But she didn't leave to go between yet, she merely had Kivath float above them, wanting to watch T'rin's trainwreck of a Weyrling lesson. Just ignore her,[/i] but Ophith's tone was full of amusement, apparently he got his kicks out of watching T'rin struggle with the newly-graduated Weyrling. Well as long as she wasn't going to bother him... and he'd show her that he was perfectly capable of holding competant Weyrling Lessons!

And then Ophith's tail knocked over a bucket of oil, spilling it onto the sandy Weyrbowl. Ophith! T'rin groaned, uprighting the bucket and watching the oil slither over the ground like a snake. Sorry, T'rinmine,[/i] Ophith said simply, though without amusement this time. Well if you hadn't done it, I'm sure one of the Weyrlings would have.... He muttered, glancing up at Alyana who was still flying overhead. She was probably giving him bad luck just being there. Not that it mattered, he would do fine.

Looking over and making sure everything was there, T'rin felt content about this batch. There weren't nearly as much Weyrlings as there could be... which was bad, but it meant that he could have more one-on-one time that he usually didn't get. Well, not really. It just meant he could have more control over them. But that was still good, as awful as that Hatching had been. But T'rin didn't even want to think about it that way, it was too horrible of a thought. But really, who could blame him? Last year's batch had been... quite troublesome. Not to say that they were all like Alyana, though, but a lot of them had been quite difficult.

Glancing at the Rukbat, he figured most of them should be arriving soon. Their lesson was simple, as it was the first one. It was simply learning how to properly oil and feed the dragonets. There were buckets of meat on a huge table T'rin had dragged out, and buckets of oil along with rags and the proper cleaning supplies around the table. He thought the setup looked quite good.... sans the dark patch of where Ophith had knocked over a bucket. Sighing, he leaned back on the Jade dragon and watched for the Candidates, twirling a lock of his short brown hair, figuring he should cut it soon. It was getting long.

Weyrlings Arrived

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Niora and Purple Faereth

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ooc: Okay, Weyrling Lessons! We are going to have them, yes. I have five planned, and this is only the first. Your characters do not know what the lesson is about until they arrive, but I guess they could easily figure out from the buckets of oil and meat around.

To clarify, this lesson your characters will first feed their dragons and then T'rin will show them how to oil correctly. T'rin himself will explain this when everyone arrives, so after that post you guys are free to start. Let's get active again, people!

[Pheonix]

Niora looked at herself in the looking metal, tilting her head to one side and then back the other way. She was very amused. Minemine! Mineminnnnee![/i] Faereth whined behind her, I wanna see too!![/i] she exclaimed. Niora was sitting down, so it was easy for Faereth to stick her head right next to Niora's and look at herself in the looking metal. "You're so pretty, Faereth!" Niora said with a smile, rubbing the dragonet's eyeridges. The Purple looked very pleased with herself. You are pretty too, Minemine![/i] Faereth's tail swished back and forth some more as the two stared at themselves in the looking metal, transfixed by the way their reflections moved when they did.

After a while, Niora's head snapped up to attention. Faereth! Faereth! Faereth! Niora mentally exclaimed, Weyrling Lessons! They're today! We have to go, we'll be late! Niora had been so excited to finally be going to Weyrling Lessons that... she had completely forgotten. She knew there was a reason why she had been staring in the looking metal! So she could look nice for lessons. Silly Niora, so forgetful.... The pair ran out of their room, not really aware that no one else was rushing towards lessons except them.

Of course, they did manage to get lost. Well, more like side-tracked, really. They had wandered into the rider's weyrs, looking around curiously at everything that was there. This is where we'll live one day! Niora was in awe that she might one day get her own room here. It was unbelievable! Not that it wasn't like she didn't already have her own room, or even her own room down in the Lower Caverns where she had spent a good portion of her life. No, but these were the RIDER'S WEYRS. That made them automatically... amazing! Cool! Wonderful! Great!

Mine? Where were we going?[/i] Faereth finally questioned after they had ran around the weyrs and annoyed a few of the riders by knocking on their door and then running away. Niora stopped and frowned, looking very deep in thought. We... were... supposed... to.... she thought and thought, trying to recover her memory of why they were here. To meet the riders? To fetch something for Cresce? To scope out what room they would eventually be living in? No... none of those were ri- THE LESSONS! They were going to be soooo late! Faereth, lessons, Weyrbowl, we have to hurry! Niora sounded urgent, and Faereth took off in the other direction, a surprisingly good runner for a newly hatched dragon.

After a lot of running, the two of them arrived at the Weyrbowl where T'rin was... and was very surprised to see that she was the first one there. Huh? But they were late! Maybe everyone else was... invisible? No, that couldn't be, otherwise she would have probably ran into them since she couldn't see them. Well, what Niora didn't realize was that she had rushed out of her room about an hour early and had now arrived about 15 minutes early. But Niora didn't know this, and was looking around with a rather quizzical expression on her face. Where was everyone? ... oh no... what if they had finished without her! A thousand theories ran through her mind, and no, none of them were correct.

[Sintarith]

T’kah awoke to swirling eyes and a rather hyperactive aqua dragonet trying to scrabble his way up on to the high bed. His claws already began to scratch into the precious wood, he was strangely silent as he concentrated on his efforts, only to be rewarding by falling off in a tangle of limbs. He gave a rather indignant squeal and started to creel until his Mine got up and untangled him. ~You’re up T’kahMine! Ophith told me that we’re going to have a lesson! What’s a lesson? Is it fun? Will we see all of the others again today?~ It was like a maelstrom of questions after the calm before the storm and T’kah, grumpy though he was at being woken up, couldn’t help but laugh aloud. –Yes dear one, it should be fun, we shall see the other dragonets and a lesson is where you learn things.- The reply was better to be said mentally or else the little dragon would never have heard him through the muffle of a long sleeved tunic being pulled over his head.

Kalimanth skittered across the floor to wait by the curtain that closed their room off from the hallway of the weyrling barracks, nudging it occasionally as His took longer and longer to get ready. ~Lets go, let’s go, let’s go!!!~ he cried as T’kah stumbled around the room tangling himself in his trousers for all his haste. The dragon cocked a swirling eye at him, a little dubiously and commented that his rider was almost as bad as himself when it came to being tangled up. After receiving a raised eyebrow, he added sheepishly that maybe he was worse.

Finally when T’kah was ready, he looked in the shined metal to check his hair. Just how he wanted it; all messy and fluffed up. He didn’t much care for whether or not people thought he looked scruffy – the girls liked him the way he ways. Flashing a cheeky smile before he left the mirror, he wondered if there were any girls here who would actually be interested. Well, Cresce was definitely off limits now, but then again, she always had seemed a little forbidding. Niora didn’t suit his fancy, she was ever so slightly too childlike. He shrugged and left the thought alone.

Finally leaving the barracks, the lad nodded to a tall, dark haired boy with an onyx dragon. The onyx acknowledged the aqua with an incline of his head, looking as regal as he had done ever since he had hatched, but he did no more. Kali immediately started chattering, but Resivath wouldn’t say anything back. Z’tair grimaced at his dragon’s loftiness, but at least he had noticed the strange looking one was there. ”Sorry about him, he’s just a little upset over the hatching still.” T’kah nodded, not surprised, however, he couldn’t help but think that the young king would probably never talk to his Kali. Who was still chattering away, holding a one sided conversation.

The four walked in amiable silence for a little, when Resivath broke it by mentioning to his rider how annoying the aqua was. ~He talks so much Z’tair, it is a good job that you cannot hear him!~ Faint disgust coloured his voice. Teal eyes looked down at the dragon, and like every time he looked at the onyx, he felt a swell of pride in his heart, although he wondered why he was so aloof. Like a bad omen, Kalimanth got bored of not being answered and decided to actually talk to Z’tair too. ~You must be very happy to have Resivath as Yours, he’s so wonderful looking! Of course he’s not talking to me so I don’t think he’s very interesting. But the lesson sounds like fun!!~ T’kah raised his eyebrow again and apologised, but Z’tair waved it off and replied that Resivath was very quiet anyway, and yes, the lessons should be fun.

The contrast between the two pairs could not have been more stark – black and blonde hair, dark and bright eyes, black and bright blue dragons, but the two seemed to form a friendship there and then. They hadn’t spoken to each other very much before, but today seemed like a good day to make new friends. T’kah waved at Niora when they all arrived at the part of the weyrbowl where T’rin and Ophith were stood.

There they split up and Z’tair hung back over to the left of the large Jade dragon. Even though only two people were on the ground, he had seen a copper rider hovering above, and more people would be arriving soon. He didn’t want to be swamped with people, as was likely considering that he was the only onyx rider from this most recent clutch. He hummed to himself, another of his little tunings, which sounded like nothing at all without any words to it. He smiled at T’rin, but didn’t go to introduce himself. Today he was in more of a contemplative mood, and would speak if he was spoken too.

T’kah on the other hand went up to the jade rider and shook his hand, introducing himself, although the man probably already knew him from his residency at the weyr. Kalimanth, as usual, started to talk straight away to Ophith, introducing himself and marvelling at how big the elder dragon was. ~Wow, I wish I was as big as you! But.. here he paused and cast a glance at his own short stature, ~ I don’t think I will. Anyay, nice to meet you! It’s nice and sunny today!~

[Femisis]

The sight of the pretty blond girl walking along the beach, pant legs rolled up to the ankle with a bucket in hand wouldn’t have been out of place on Earth, except for the silver dragon hatchling following at her heels, picking up shells in her mouth experimentally every so often, occasionally crunching a few up in her mouth. “Knock it off, Star, you’ll ruin your teeth that way.”

I will not, Mine. Firestone is harder.[/color] Staruenth countered serenely a she mashed up another one, spitting out the fragments. She really couldn’t understand why Hers was getting so worked up. After all, just because she wasn’t supposed to chew Firestone didn’t mean that she absolutely couldn’t. All dragons COULD, not that they did.

Crescentia snorted and leaned down to pick up another shell to toss into the bucket. It was part of a project she was working on, though it wasn’t going very well. Sewing seashells into a gown was tedious work for someone who didn’t know what they were doing AND had to take care of a hatchling Queen at the same time. She knew the weavers were trying to be patient with her, but it was hard to learn something knew when dragons were involved.

A comfortable silence broken only by the gentle crashing of the waves against the shore reigned between the pair as they made their way down the beach, bucket becoming more and more full as they went along. They were finding exactly what they came for, which was predominantly Mother-of-Pearl. The gown was going to look so pretty when it was finished…

Tilting her head, Staruenth paused for a moment and looked at the sky questioningly. Mine, weren’t we supposed to be somewhere today?

“No, why do you… Oh SHARDIT!” Crescentia shouted and took off running. How could she have forgotten about the Weyrling Lessons?! She was going to be so dead… Fortunately, they were closer than they thought, though, once again, She was going to show up looking like crap. Her close were messy, her hair was tangled and full of sand and she smelled like the ocean. Couldn’t she go ANYWHERE without looking like a hobo?

“We’re here!” She cried triumphantly as she and Staruenth skidded to a halt next to Niora, panting heavily. It was hard to run when you had a full bucket with you, but they did it, and now they were at least in attendance, not to mention late. Better late than never, though.

[Dragon]

-Mine, must you take so long getting ready?- Nithuireth's voice as it rang through Magena's head was annoyed and had somewhat of a whine to it as the copper watched Hers hurrying about their room as though a flock of bees were after her, or that was how it looked to Nithuireth anyway. "Look, I'm not taking forever to get ready. Compared to the other girl's, I hardly take any time at all. But you bothering me about leaving every five seconds isn't going to make me go faster." Magena replied aloud, clearly annoyed. Not only was Nithuireth so hyper about their lesson today that she had woken up at dawn, she had also woken Magena up at dawn. Not because they needed the whole day to get ready, but rather all the copper wanted to do was chat excitedly about the first time she'd get to see her clutch-siblings since they had all hatched.

-Well Mine, you had all day to get ready. I don't see why you had to wait til the last minute.- The copper stated now, always insistent on being early. Magena chose to ignore her as she tied back her long chocolate hair rather messily. She was already dressed and ready, which is why Nithuireth's insistence on hurrying bothered her so much. They really didnt need to get there early. She sighed, and glancing around, realized that she had probably made them late in her struggle to keep Nithuireth from making them leave too early. Muttering to herself, Magena hurried to put her sandals on, and then rushed out of her room, with Nithuireth close behind complaining about how late they were going to be... not that Magena was listening.

It didnt take long for Magena to realize that she really had made them late, by the fact that the halls were almost empty of the other Weyrlings. Of course, maybe she was just missing them... after all, with the strange disease that had taken half the hatchlings, there really werent that many of them. Pushing her worries aside along with Nithuireth's continued complaints at their timing, Magena hurried to the Weyrbowl where they were told to meet. She skidded to a halt as soon as T'rin was in sight, and laughed at herself for being so preoccupied she had not even thought to wonder what their lesson was about. Shaking her head, she walked up to stand a good distance from the other Weyrlings that were gathered there, while staying just close enough to be included in the lesson.

Both Dragon and Weyrling eyed the buckets, rags, and meat curiously. It wasn't too hard to guess what their lesson was to be, now that they were here. Shrugging to herself, Magena nodded a silent greeting to the Weyrling Master, as Nithuireth greeted Ophith in the same manner. Then Magena took an attention stance, hands clasped behind her back, and surveyed the others there. She was surprised to see so few... so they hadn't been all that late, or if they had, everyone else was running even later. Fighting the urge to roll her eyes in slight annoyance with the others who werent there yet, Magena locked her eyes on the oiling supplies and settled in for the wait.

(okay... that was crap. My muse is only halfway present, sorry. But I needed to post. >.> So... a post. Hah)

[Sintarith]

An arm waved vaguely out of a bundle of covers. Then the bundle moved, revealing another arm, this time thrown across the grey eyes of a very grumpy looking, red haired weyrling. Maereth was chortled mentally to himself whilst his rider treated him to particularly malicious glare. “What’s so funny, you fat dolt?” He spat at her – him. This was still very odd to be coping with, and a fuzzy head wasn’t helping. ~Nothing, Mine, it’s just that you yourself appeared to be the dolt, all waving arms and cloudy eyes.~ The tone of his mental voice had the unmistakeable colouring of sarcasm and Maereth flicked his tail nonchalantly, whilst M’yran fumed internally at the insult. He then realised, that he deserved as much, being the moody one himself this morning, and that this dragon would probably do him some good. Already they had had two sparring matches of wit, and M’yran had lost both. -I’m sorry Mae.- He said, smiling just a little when he realised that Maereth was genuinely worried that he had offended his rider.

M’yran untangled himself from the duvet, brushed his fluffy bangs smooth, and smoothed down the short spikey bit at the back of his head with the palm of his hand. He was still all bleary eyed, and somewhat annoyed that he had to get up this early. He didn’t particularly want to be the object of fascination at these lessons, as he knew some of the dimmer weyrlings would make him. So what, he had Impressed a copper. So what if that particular copper thought she was a boy. After all, it didn’t affect the weyr in any bad way, so it should all be fine, shouldn’t it? He closed his eyes and shook his head, aware that he was brooding. Hunting through his new new wardrobe, he found a comfortable looking pair of black leather trousers, slipped them on. They were tight and squeaked a little when he moved, but they were new. A few days and he would wear them in. Maereth cocked his head inquisitively as His walked around looking for a top to put on. Eventually he found a long sleeved shirt that was white and had no embroidery on it – nice and simple. Putting that on, he rubbed the spot between Maereth’s eyes that made him croon. “Let’s go and get this over with then.” He smiled wryly at that thought and they left together in silence, both wondering what their fellow weyrlings were actually like. The feast hadn’t yielded much evidence and M’yran hadn’t been there even a sevenday!

They got there shortly after another copper rider, one who also seemed to be fuming about everything. M’yran offered a shy smile to T’rin, whilst Maereth stretched himself out to let the sun play over his red hued muscles. This received a raised eyebrow from his rider, who saw the action as decisively flirtatious, but decided not to voice that, lest he get a tail to the stomach. Any reference to anything vaguely feminine in the same sentence as Maereth was certain to earn the offender at least a head butt to the legs. As was obvious, the young dragon was sensitive about his gender, especially when everyone was convinced he should be a girl. The copper finished his stretch and sat, looking around himself, almost daring the other dragons to talk to him.