Lesson #1: Care and Mind [Weyrlings]

[Dragon]

Month 1 Curriculum
• Feeding and Care of young Dragonets. (bathing will be supervised for 1st month
• The dragon-rider bond, how to deal with Telepathy

H'nen finished writing on the chalk board he was facing. It was the morning after and he was ready to get the Weyrlings up and working. It would be a long day today. Seeing as the dragonets had just hatched only many hours ago yesterday. He turned around to his desk and reached for the sandwhich he stuffed into his mouth and took a huge bite out of. He had asked for this room to be furnished with chairs and tables. It was roughly half the size of the large WeyrHall. Room enough for the Weyrlings and their dragonets. He'd asked for wallows to be made in the back for the dragonets.

Wake them up now, Sarkith. H'nen informed his bronze lifemate.

The bronze woke up and yawned, sending out the wake up call to the Weyrlings and Dragonets. Wake up, sleepies! Time for the first Lessons! You have one candlemark to dress and eat and bring your lifemates to the Lesson room. And then Sarkith punctuated that with a crisp bugle.

H'nen shook his head. His bronze fellow knew how to really make a point. If that didn't wake those Weyrlings up, then H'nen feared that not even cold water would do the trick either. He strode to the door and waited.

Weyrlings
Rhiannoth – Essa (Kaemi)
Zeuth - B'ren (Ise)
Horuth- D'reo (Ise)
Odinth – Q'tre (magic)
Lugth – Solera (dragon)
Morpheunth- Z'ech (Kira)
Skadyth – Osaris (franny)
Shivath – Aisynn (Kaemi)
Cupith – Vaylee (HG)
Aphrioth – Zaylee (Dreamer)
Freyath – Phaerie (Thorne)
Rath – Or'yn (HG)
Poseideth – K'dyn (Thorne)
Tyreth – J'zen (Yuu)
Osirith – K'dan (Kaemi)
Seth - Ferlese (meadow)
Morriganth – Lyunne (magic)
Athenath – Anaryn (dragon)
Sulisanth - Razia (Ise)
Nemesyth – N'var (HG)
Artemth – Merielle (Kira)
Cailleth- Synchella (meadow)

[Ise]

D’reo woke up rather quickly as his mind was assaulted by Sarkith’s voice, then by Horuth’s and then his ears were lucky enough to hear the loud bugle of the bronze. D’reo rarely had trouble getting up in the mornings, he was use to it and he was more of a morning person anyways. But after all the excitement of the night before he figured he had a reason to be a little slow at waking. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, yawning a bit as the brown sat at the foot of his bed waiting for him to get up. He could already feel the hunger radiating from his dragon, which didn’t help his own hunger.
“Don’t worry, you get fed first Horuth, just give me a minute.”

D’reo got out of bed, remembering that he had fallen asleep in his clothes the night before. It had been far easier to just climb into bed and sleep then to bother changing. He put fresh clothes on, instantly feeling a little better and took a moment to wash his face to wake himself up a little more before he and Horuth left to find food.

It wasn’t too hard to get food for the brown, the kitchen staff told him where to go and he spent the next half hour feeding Horuth. It was one thing to be told that a baby dragon could eat a lot, but it was entirely different to actually see it. Horuth was small for his coloring but ate like a bottomless hole. D’reo cut the meat into small chunks as fast as he could, the brown always ready for the next bite. D’reo could feel when his dragon started to get full and stopped cutting up meat, not wanting to get Horuth stuffed right before a lesson. The Northerner cleaned himself up and made sure that Horuth was clean of any blood or raw meat before he returned to the kitchen and grabbed himself a quick breakfast that he could take with him. Eating as he went, D’reo was happy to see that he remembered where the lesson room was and saw H’nen standing outside of it, waiting for riders. He greeted the Weyrling Master before going into the room, leaving Horuth at the back and taking a seat up front.

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Razia groaned as she got the wake up call, muttering that she only wanted to sleep a little longer. She rolled over and covered her head with a pillow, trying to catch a few more z’s before a lovely voice filled her mind.
RaziaMine, it’s time to get up. Your Suli is quite hungry.

Razia’s head jerked up, the girl blinked a few times as she looked over at the sage green drake. She truly had Impressed. She crawled over to the edge of her bed, leaning down so she could touch her forehead to Sulisanth’s, kissing the dragon’s nose.
“Forgive me sweetling, I thought you were nothing but the most wonderful dream for a while. We’ll get you food right away.” She got up a little more willingly now, changing into clothes she would be able to work in. She ran a comb through her hair before pulling it back, half wondering when she was going to get the chance to cut it a bit. But then she was off, hurrying to find food for her dragon who’s hunger gnawed in her mind. So many new things she would have to get use to! Suli laughed in her mind, the dragon agreeing that it would take some getting use to.

Finding the food, Razia went to work cutting up meat along with some of her fellow weyrlings. The dragon and girl talked to each other as one ate while the other worked. Razia didn’t mind it too much, she was hungry but it was easy to forget about that when she was busy with Sulisanth. The green was a small dragon though and while she ate a lot she didn’t eat nearly as much as some of the larger dragons did. She cleaned up then went to the kitchens, getting herself something to eat.

We should hurry, we don’t want to be late for our first lesson after all.
Razia nodded and quickly finished her food before she headed to the lesson room, stopping outside to say hello to the Weyrling Master.
“Good morning sir. I hope the morning is treating you well so far. And I hope you had a chance to get some sleep before our lesson today.”

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B’ren hadn’t even bothered trying to get any more sleep after the hatching. He would pay for it later but after the hatching there had been too much adrenaline in his systems for him to even think of sleep. As soon as he had left the Hatching Sands, he had been mobbed by his foster family. Word had spread quickly to them that he had Impressed and had Impressed a bronze. He was still a bit stunned but went along with his family, answering their questions as best he could. Even Zeuth took it all in stride, only giving a firm whack with his tail to his youngest sister when she tried to get a little too cuddly with him.

He celebrated with his family a bit before he had retired to his room so he could have some alone time with himself and Zeuth. He spent the rest of the night silently talking with his new lifemate, the dragon just as uninterested in sleep as his new rider. At least they ended up getting an early start on the day. As soon as Zeuth started to feel hungry, the two slipped out quietly and went to the kitchen to feed. He got himself a cup of khal before finding out where the raw meat was and drank from his cup between cutting up hunks of meat into something a little easier for the bronze to eat. He was sure it probably wasn’t healthy to be drinking out of a glass that he was leaving bloody hands prints on but at the moment, his drink was more important that though.

Zeuth finally finished eating just as the call for all the weyrlings to wake up was sent. With an hour to kill before lessons B’ren decided to enjoy a nice breakfast before he would wash himself up. He had to make sure that he looked the part of a bronze rider now
Do not let our new rank go to your head mine. We have important things that we’ll have to do. And chasing after greens will not be at the top of the list.
B’ren rolled his eyes a bit as he took a bite of food.
Yeah yeah I know that Zeuth. But let me enjoy that perk for a little while. Please? I mean every single flattering thing I say about those girls. They are all very pretty. And telling a girl she’s pretty makes her feel good about herself. And they’ll love it even more when it’s a handsome bronze rider.
B’ren’s chest puffed out a bit as he silently spoke to Zeuth, making the dragon snort a bit. But the disagreement stopped though B’ren was sure it would come up again and again.

He finished his breakfast and quickly headed back to his room. He washed up, combed his hair before running his fingers through it to make it messy again and changed into clean cloths. Once he was sure that he was as good as he could currently get, he took off for the lessons, giving the Weyrling Master and any other weyrlings a chipper greeting before taking a seat.

[HG]

The Barracks woke up after N'var had left. Nemesyth woke early as the dawn's first light crept over the horizon. The youth was only too glad to be away from the other boys. They were not to nice about him impressing a green, he could hear the whispers and the rumors. Backstabbing dimglows! Like he needed any of them. He had his Nemesyth. One day those same young men would be vying for his and Nemesyths attention and like anyone with the upper hand he would not be forgiving.

The food buckets were just being placed when Nemesyth arrived. The dark dragonet looking like a shadow amid the softly lit world. She ate quickly, neatly like she had always known how to eat. Her enjoyment at being first there and at eating spread through her rider quickly. A smile grew wider on his handsome face.

Nem, we are wonderful, aren't we? Of course we are, beloved.[/color] At Sarkith's call both looked up from what they were doing. Oh! Now they would be first there too! The youth waited silently then for his green to finish. Before the others had arrived, they were already leaving. That should make them good and pissed. Done befor any of the Gold or Bronzeriders were even awake. That just went to show that N'var and Nemesyth were a better pair.

N'var did take his time getting his food at the Weyrhall but he still had a good half candlemark to get ready when he came back. He took a bath, got a fresh set of clothes, brushed his hair. He was still the first to arrive, ten minutes early, to lessons. Looking up at H'nen and Sarkith he greeted them formally, “Good day Weyrlingmaster H'nen. My duty to your Sarkith.” He said with a courtier's smile. Well done mine. We will show them we are the best there is and ever could be.

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Vaylee woke abruptly at the noise, lifting her golden head off of the white pillow, her hair spilling down past her shoulders. “Wait, what?” She said aloud wondering why she was awake at all. Cupith too had been awakened by the call and upon hearing the bugle the littlest green looked at her rider. We have one candlemark to get to lessons. “One candlemark?” She asked with a pout. One candlemark wasn't enough time to do her hair let alone eat and bathe. You will look lovely whatever you have time to do. “Are you very hungry?” I'm a little hungry. She looked down briefly at her damaged body. This was going to be very painful. Taking a deep breath, she swung her legs over the side of the bed.

Wasn't so bad now was it? She said to herself as she took a tentative step off of the bed, putting more of her weight on her left leg. Her right arm and leg were bandaged well and although she should have the bandages changed this morning, she would have to wait. When she took a step, searing pain went up her leg, her eyes held back tears of pain as her little green crooned to her. I'm here, we will be fine. The green came close to Vaylee's right side. Lean on me my lovely I just need my dress. Vaylee was currently in her undergarments still and decided to have those changed when she went to the infirmary later too.

The green helped her rider when she good although the girl was still in large amounts of pain when she took a step this way or that. Making it to the feeding buckets was so hard that when they arrived, Vaylee almost fell to the ground. She did not like the idea of now being the infirm and she also was greatly concerned about the scarring that would not occur. I'm too pretty to have scars. Your scars will make you interesting, different and more beautiful. Don't you think? I suppose. She said with a slight frown. Her hands made quick work of handing out meat to her small dragon though her right arm throbbed as she did so. Cupith could very well be the smallest dragon on Pern and also the quickest to be full. It took them much less time than even some of their green counterparts for Cupith to feel full. I do not want to be fat from eating too much. Fat dragons are ugly. The green said, as vain as her new rider.

Though she was going to walk to the Weyrhall to get her own food, her foster mother was seen coming out of the Barracks. Thank Faranth for her! She was kind to bring you breakfast.She is very sweet and kind. She can make the most beautiful dresses. When we have our own weyr she wants to help us pick out all our furniture and things. Cupith trilled happily as the topic seemed to ease her rider and she ate all of her breakfast.

Finally they found themselves with the other Weyrlings, although her slow hobbling almost made them late. She looked apologetically up at H'nen and Sarkith then took her place beside her twin sister. She wondered what their first official lesson would entail.

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Wake up, sleepies! Time for the first Lessons! You have one hour to dress and eat and bring your lifemates to the Lesson room.

The Weyr in its infinite splendor really ought to know by now that mornings really were not his thing! Did you hear something? The Bronze said groggily. I didn't hear anything... Or'yn yawned loudly then placed his pillow on top of his head. His Bronze was not convinced. Then Rath heard the bugle and lifted his head. As his eyes opened slowly he sawthe others were already getting out of bed. Or'yn. Wake UP! Whatever for? Mornings were awful. He groaned aloud. Because Sarkith called us to lessons in one candlemark. If you don't hurry we won't get to eat!!!

FOOD! Or'yn sat up and immediately regretted the swiftness in which he had done so. “Oh dear. The room is moving.” Now is not the time to be silly. I am so hungry I could eat a two legged. You wouldn't want me, I'm pale and thin and not very big. I'm sure there are better two leggeds out there. Herdbeast probably tastes better. Can't wait till I'm big enough to hunt them myself.

“Soon enough my Rath, soon enough.” He had slipped on a pair of loose pants and a shirt and was getting his overworked, obviously hand me down shoes. We really need to get you better clothes. “Mother says there is no point as I will likely be growing out of them soon.” He added and walked the Bronze out of the Barracks. He was in his own head as they walked not saying much, although that could have just been Or'yn being sleepy.

They walked to where the Feeding buckets had been provided. They may have been the last ones there but they were certainly not the least hungry. Even when Rath, after the better half of a candlemark had finished eating there was a loud grumbling coming from Or'yn's stomach. “I'll run to the Weyrhall and get something to eat on the go.” He said to the dragon, who insisted they could not afford to be late to

[Yuu Kanduet]

Tyreth lifted his head regally at the interruption of his slumber and let out a low breath of irritation. Sure the dragon calling him may have out-raknked him and belonged to his and His new teacher, but still, Tyreth didn't appreciate it. Instead of dwelling, however, because that would be beneath him, Tyreth rose and stretched, looking over at J'zen sleeping in an odd face down position. Tyreth offhandedly wondered how His J'zen could breathe in that position, but quickly threw away the useless inquisitiveness.

J'zen, Mine, it is time to rise and prepare for our first lesson.

As J'zen stirred, Tyreth could feel his displeasure at being awakened just as sharp as the Blue had felt his own. It would appear that His didn't like this abrupt awakening any more than his dragon did. The thought made Tyreth quite content.

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J'zen lifted his body up and was again faced with the same dilemma he ran into every day, a cold floor. Groaning with displeasure, J'zen swung his feet over the side of the bed and placed them flat against the cold stone. Better to get it over with.

Striding purposefully about the small room, J'zen assembled his outfit for the day and cleaned his face and hair. He also took the wash clothe over his bare body before slipping into his change of clothes. Tyreth watched the entire time with an abstract interest and an occasional friendly, but snarky comment.

J'zen took a better part of his candlemark to get ready, and only when both the Blue and his rider were sure they were in perfect condition looks and cleanliness wise did they set off towards the dining hall. They ate swiftly, but made sure to get enough food to get them through to the next meal.

After their quick breakfast, J'zen and Tyreth headed to the classroom. The chose to ignore the weyrling instructor because he had yet to earn their respect and continued to their place in the classroom.

[kaemi]

Wake up, sleepies! Time for the first Lessons! You have one hour to dress and eat and bring your lifemates to the Lesson room.

Aisynn was immediately alert, running her fingers through her hair, and then automatically looking towards Shivath, just to make sure that she wasn't mistaken, that her lovely green wasn't a dream. Of course, she wasn't, and the reassurance allowed her breath to continue after the brief hitch. Of course I'm real, silly Minelove, the green replied cheerily, albeit drowsily. She curled up into a tighter ball, as if in protest of the early candlemark, before unclenching her body and, instead, stretching it out.

“Come on, sweetheart... we only have an hour... let's get you fed so that we can go to our first lesson!” She was strangely excited- she had never really enjoyed lessons just a few days ago, but today, she was elated and eager to get going. Actually, it probably wasn't so strange. A few days ago, she hadn't had her Shivath. This concept, of course, confused the green, who couldn't imagine a time without Hers, but she would be sure to understand later, and thus Aisynn continued on, pulling on some of her clothes and brushing her hair out of her eyes.

Soon, she was cutting up more meat for her kaleidoscopic hatchling, surrounded by her fellow weyrlings. Shivath was in anticipation for the upcoming lesson, despite Aisynn's warnings that it could be terribly boring. Neither of them truly cared about any 'dull' factor, even as the weyrling hurriedly scarfed down her own breakfast, which was one of her regular times for worry, before she pushed it away to continue with her day.

Mine... let's go! Shivath urged once Aisynn finished, eager to begin the lesson. Walking in, Aisynn smiled at the Weyrling Master. “Greetings, Master H'nen,” she greeted cheerily, as Shivath trounced in behind her, excitedly swishing her tail.

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Surprisingly, K'dan went to sleep very easily as soon as he was able to. Meaning, as soon as Osirith curled up and his mind drifted away, the new weyrling began to snore. However, he was not easily woken, merely tossing his head when the mental announcement went out to awake. Osirith, thankfully, did wake, and he was quick to nudge His into consciousness.

“O-oh... morning, 'Rith,” he greeted half-heartedly, untangling limbs from the furs and attempting to rub his blurry eyes simultaneously. It didn't work out well, but of no mind. Even after greeting his dragon, however, he didn't entirely realize where he was or what was going on, at least until he finally cleared his vision and there was a small blue hatchling sitting attentively before him.

Good morning, K'danmine, he greeted encouragingly, shifting his position and then hopping off of the cot, his movements reminiscent of a feline, as he began waiting for His to hurry and get going. Of course I'm real, and you're Mine, and last night was not a dream. Did you forget?? the blue's insecurities began to show a little at K'dan's more worried, pessimistic thoughts, and thus he had to rush to reassure him.

“No, no, Osirith. I didn't forget, I just... attempted to rationalize my good fortune.” The blond grinned before hopping out of the cot, himself, and throwing on clean clothes. “You know what else isn't a dream? The fact that the Weyrling Master will be very angry if we don't get to lessons on time. So let's get you and me fed and ready to go!” Grinning, he left the barracks, completely unconcerned that his hair was in a disarray and that his clothes did not match.

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EssaMine, we are due at the Weyrling Lesson in minutes,[/i] Rhiannoth told Hers, extending her neck to accept another piece of meat. She had awoken Essa at least two candlemarks prior (but who was keeping track, anyways??) insisting that they were well fed and awake for the first lesson. They had been among the first to arrive, which irked Rhi a little, but she quickly brushed it off. Alright, lovely, Essa responded, stroking the gold's headknob and shoveling a last meatroll into her mouth, ignoring the annoyed flick of the tail and the protest that it wasn't 'lady-like'.

“There's no one looking, anyways, dear,” Essa insisted, feeding Query a little piece of his meatroll before standing. I am. The girl merely rolled her eyes affectionately, waving to those that she knew and smiling at those that she didn't as she passed through the halls, heading back towards the Barracks. She hadn't known what to do this morning, awoken before Rukbat gave false-dawn, by a glimmering golden dragonet who was insisting that they be prepared for their first day of lessons. She was still a little lost, as the kitchen folk were treating her a little... differently. Just the previous day, she'd been the Northerner, and now she was a gold weyrling. She was a little bit unsure.

Rhiannoth, on the other hand, walked with a confidence and grace which she found appalling, and it was obvious that the gold expected Hers to adapt and develop the same poise. When Essa first expressed a little bit of discomfort, it was blown off as to be expected, which made her smile a little. So she made a bit of a game with it, attempting to match the young queen step for step, holding her head up and smiling a little in her delight. It helped a great deal to have Query on her shoulder, as usual, to mask her sudden bout of uncertainty.

In no time at all, they arrived at the Barracks again. Rhiannoth ushered Hers in before her, by reason of 'making a grander entrance'. “Greetings, Weyrling Master,” she said cheerily, looking around the room as she walked in, mainly for the friends she had made on the expedition. There were a few people in the room, already, but apparently Phaerie wasn't among them. Stroking Rhi's headknob one last time, she left her to make friends with some of her fellows in the back, and she went to greet N'var.

“Hi, N'var. I didn't get a chance to congratulate you, before,” she said happily, nearing him.

[firethorne]

((As Freyath’s color code is extremely hard to read, I’m just using bold for her mindspeech))

Phaerie groaned as she rolled over in bed, hearing the bronze’s too-sharding-chipper voice in her mind. She didn’t want to get up, let alone go to a lesson. Didn’t they get any points for having to stand for Impression in the middle of the sharding night? Many of them had only gone to bed a few candlemarks prior, thanks to the late hour of the hatching.

Forgive me for stealing precious time away from your slumber, PhaerieMine. I suppose I was far more anxious to find you than you were to find me. The sudden spirited, slightly husky voice echoed in her mind, the unique, beautiful sound belonging to her green’s distinctive mindvoice.

The trader sighed into her pillow. You know I didn’t mean it like that, Freya. I love you more than anything. I was just pointing out that he COULD have let us sleep a little longer, seeing how late we were up.

The emerald green snorted and finally stood, dancing over to her bonded’s bed and grabbing the blanket in her teeth. Well, he’s not going to, so you might as well get up before I yank this thing off and leave you to the freezing air. Freyath jerked her head and gave a little tug on the cloth, just to accent her threat. Don’t think she wouldn’t!

Sighing again, the girl begrudgingly rolled over and stretched out her arms, rubbing her eyes. Fine, you wicked dragon, I’m up. Phaerie laughed, grinning as she straightened in her bed and gazed at her green. Hers. She was a dragonrider now. It almost seemed unreal!

I am very real, PhaerieMine. Freyath whispered affectionately, moving closer to rub her head against her Chosen.

Fully awake now and ready to spend the whole day with her beloved green, the trader jumped out of bed and began dressing, throwing her hair up into a band to keep it out of her way. Moving out with some other weyrlings, the two made their way over to the feeding buckets, Phaerie grabbing a knife to cut up the pieces into slightly smaller chunks. After all, Freya was small even for a green, and her new rider was very careful to feed her little bites. The dragoness practically exuded happiness, which made the trader smile all the more. As Freyath finished, the two then quickly approached the weyrhall, Phae grabbing some food for herself after washing her hands. It was odd, now, how different she was treated. As a weyrling, she was no longer stared at with mistrust, no one whispering behind her back about a ‘Northerner’ being in their weyr. No, now she was one of them, bonded to a dragon of Refuge, dedicated and tied to the weyr in an eternal connection. After Phaerie had eaten, the two quickly made their way back to the barracks, even early for their lesson.

“Good morning, Weyrling Master.” The girl said respectfully, moving past him after her greeting. Glancing around, she saw Essa already there, her beautiful gold moving towards the other dragonets. Do you want to go see your clutchmates, Freya?

The green rumbled. I think I shall. With that, she quickly trotted off towards the queen and other weyrlings, tending to stick closer to the females than the males.

As she did, Phaerie quickly approached the new goldrider, wrinkling her nose when she saw who it was the girl was talking to. Nevarre. Ugh. Or rather, technically, it was N’var now, but honorific or not, her reaction was the same. Ugh. At least Koldyn wasn’t around, the sharding pompous deadglow. Smiling, the greenweyrling stopped at her buddy’s side, grinning at Essa cheerfully. “Hey, queenrider.” The trader chirped, the title rolling off her tongue easily. “How are you and Rhiannoth this morning?” Then, she forced herself to face the other greenrider, smiling thinly. “And good morning N’var. I hope you and Nemesyth are well.” She did it more for their class’ sake rather than his. After all, it would be easier for them all to work together as a team if people put their personal differences aside.

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He wasn’t asleep when the call came. He hadn’t even been asleep two candlemarks before, or two before that. In fact, Koldyn, or rather, K’dyn as he supposed it now was, hadn’t been able to sleep at all. He was tired, yes, exhausted in fact, but slumber eluded him. Ever since he had Impressed to Poseideth, two very distinct and very different emotions had warred within him for dominance. The first was, of course, elation, pure and strong in the wake of Impressing to such a magnificent creature as his brown. He hadn’t imagined it would ever feel like this, but it was the strongest, most amazing feeling he had ever experienced. The second emotion that fought against it was anger. The holder was furious with himself for failing his father like this. He hadn’t convinced the riders to return, shards, he hadn’t even managed to get them to hear him out all the way. No, D’seus and Raelwyn had blocked him every step of the way, effectively putting an end to his ambitions when they sat him on the sands.

Of course, at first, it had seemed rather perfect, for he and Nevarre could then Impress bronzes and throw their rank around, maybe even win the Weyrleadership, and force the riders to aid the North, if it came to that. But no, even that had been taken away from him, his ambitions ended the moment a green looked to Nevarre and a brown to him. It was safe to think that way now. Poseideth was asleep, his mind empty of everything, and so K’dyn could now mourn his loss. Last night, he and the other holder had specifically refrained from commenting on their dragons, not wanting to hurt the hatchling’s in any way. The euphoria still rode within the Igen, of course, but reality was also starting to set in as well. The reality of the hopelessness of his situation. No matter what direction he tried to go, now, the Weyrleaders had him cornered. He couldn’t leave, not without Poseideth, and how would he get home anyway? When his dragon matured, did that give him freedom? No, not even then. Aeriath and Rhiannoth would have complete control over him, for no dragon, bronze to green, would ever disobey a queen.

His brown began to stir then, awakened by the weyrling master’s call, and the weyrling worked quickly to dispel those thoughts from his mind. It was rather easy, however, especially when Poseideth fully awoke and their two consciences flowed together. His reservations and uncertainty melted away into love as he gazed at the dragonet.

Who the Fall is making all that racket? A guy can’t even get some sleep around here. The brown grumbled, stretching before rolling one whirling eye towards his bonded. Geez, kiddo, you look like dung. Didn’t you sleep at all? He asked, striding over with a powerful, lithe step. Sitting beside the bed, Poseideth raised one paw and rested it upon the boy’s knee, gazing at his bonded with a heavy stare. Whatever was in your life doesn’t matter anymore, you know. I don’t care who your dad is, he ain’t important now. What matters is you and me, kid, showing these other dragons up and proving we are the best.

Blinking, so stunned that he didn’t even think to protest being called a ‘kid’, K’dyn suddenly grinned, a faint glimmer of cockiness beginning to show in his amber eyes. Right, because we are better, after all. The Igen laughed, scratching his dragon lovingly. Let’s get both of our stomachs fed, Poe. Straightening, the boy strode over and began washing his face off with cold water from last night, not really caring how icy the temperature was.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, who said you could give me such a lame nickname? The brown asked indignantly, snorting as he prowled over beside the boy.

Smirking to himself as he pulled on a clean tunic and breeches, the weyrling shrugged. If you can call me kiddo, I’m calling you Poe. It’s a lot easier to say. Your full name is a mouthful. Staring blankly at his rider, the brown seemed a bit miffed by that, but he wasn’t about to argue the point further. After all, he wanted to be fed. So, the two left the barracks, approaching the feed buckets and picking out one of the fuller ones for Poseideth. He was a sturdy brown, after all. Once the dragonet had his fill, K’dyn did the same, grabbing some food from the kitchens and slightly appeased by how differently he was treated. He was a brownrider, after all, a far more important person than just some lowly candidate! Of course, he wasn’t that important, but shhh, don’t tell him that.

Finally, K’dyn and Poseideth entered the lesson room, bowing and making his greeting to the Weyrling Master before his brown happily sauntered over to the other dragonets, eyeing a couple of pretty greens. Oh, now this could be fun! Meanwhile, the Igen headed straight for N’var, not even bothering to give the stupid trader girl a glance, though he did smile at his fellow holder and the new goldweyrling. He had always liked her. “Good morning N’var, Essa, ….Phearie.” The last name was uttered slightly harshly, a bit of contempt showing through. “Congratulations upon your Impression, Essa. Rhiannoth is marvelous. I hope you are both well.” Turning towards his friend, K’dyn smiled slightly grimly at him. “And how fares Nemesyth this morning, and her rider?” He probably didn’t look as charming as usual, having been up all night, but still, the Igen wasn’t about to act like it.

[Dragon]

[EDIT: I changed my mind. Tardiness will be excused for the first two Lessons, but points will be taken away there after. ]

Anaryn and Athenath

Wake up, sleepies! Time for the first Lessons! You have one candlemark to dress and eat and bring your lifemates to the Lesson room.

Anaryn groaned and rolled over in her cot. She didn't want to get up. For some unexplainable reason her right leg was burning, but to get some extra sleep she ignored it. She probably sprained her ankle yesterday. "Two more minutes."

But your Athenath is hungry, AnarynMine.

Anaryn poked her finger out from under her blanket and opened one eye. Upon seeing the green dragonet staring back at her she threw off her blanket and sat up on her bed. But pain lanced through her leg and up her side. She gasped. "So it wasn't a dream!"

Uh, no. Athenath replied evenly, sitting and looked at hers unflinchingly. Now, about my hunger? she asked matter-of-factly.

"Oh! Food, right." Anaryn mumbled aloud. She got off her cot, careful not to jar her right leg. She hissed through her teeth at the pain that kept lancing up her leg.

Mine! Stop! You are hurting and I will not allow it.

I'll be fine, lovely. Anaryn replied softly.

No, you will not be alright! Athenath walked up to hers and leaned into her. Lean on me.

I don't want to hurt you, lovely.

Athenath looked up at hers. Help! Mine needs help. She is in terrible pain.

"Hush, now, lovely. I need to do this on my own." She stood up again and took small steps. She highly doubted that anyone would come and help her anyways.

Solera and Lugth

Wake up, sleepies! Time for the first Lessons! You have one candlemark to dress and eat and bring your lifemates to the Lesson room.

She didn't want to get up. She was tired and the previous day had been a dream. It had been a wonderful dream, but a dream nonetheless. She rolled onto her right side and sighed. She had hoped that it would have kept going but she'd doubted it. She opened her eyes and two whirling eyes, actually just one, was looking right at her.

So, I am just a dream, SoleraMine?

She smiled at the blue. No. It's a dream I would happily live again if I could. I imagine your hungry? She asked, her stomach growling to answer her question for her.

Yes, and you are too.

Sounds like we have to hurry a bit to get to the first Lesson. Let me get some fresh clothes on, and then I'll feed you. She got up from her cot and quickly cleaned and changed into some clothing she didn't mind getting dirty in. She finished dressing and quickly combed her hair before leaving the Barracks. Her handsome blue following her. She arrived at the kitchen and a drudge handed her a bucket of chopped meat before she could say anything. She thanked the drudge and fed the blue as quickly as she could. She cleaned herself off, proud that she hadn't gotten any blood on her clothing. She ate some meatrolls and drank down a warm cup of klah. Alright, let's head for the Lesson room.

Solera strode into the room after greeting the Weyrling Master.

H'nen and Sarkith

He knew it wouldn't be long before the first of the Weyrlings would be showing up with their dragonet. He was mildly surprised when N'var and his green Nemesyth were the first. And then it became a steady trickle of them. "Go inside and have a seat," he told each one as they arrived. "There are enough places for your dragonets in the back of the room."

He nodded as each one greeted him and went in. His eyes looking over the dragonets as they walked past him and into the room, mentally noting their vast differences in colors among the bronzes, browns, blues, and greens.

Athenath's rider is in pain. She needs some help.

Alright. H'nen walked into the Lesson room and looked around. He sized up the Weyrlings already present. He finally settled on the most obvious choice. "Vaylee, could you please go and assist Anaryn and Athenath? Her injury from last night is causing her some pain."

"Now, for the rest of you, lets begin. I'm sure you all have questions. I'll let you ask them before you are dismissed for the day." He cleared his throat and began to speak again. "I know some of you here have only been told stories or the like about Dragonriders. Well, you will become Dragonriders should you make it through Training. And yes, you may even wish at times that you had stayed home with your families in the North. I am here to make sure that you, and yes, all of you, will make it to graduation. And then placed into the Wings." H'nen pointed to the back of the room where a board had been placed and two hides were attached to the board. "Those two hides contains one Wing on each. I have placed you all into Wings for the duration of your Training. Be sure to check those hides once I've dismissed you." He paused for a moment before continueing. "Also, I have a few rules. I do not tolerate rank being pulled. And no matter the color of your dragonets, you are all equals in rank. Essabellona, you are the same in rank as a N'var. And B'ren, you are the same in rank as D'reo. Am I clear? Good."

He paused to take a sip of a cup of juice. He never drank wine when he was teaching a group of Weyrlings. "From today forward, you all will be waking up one candlemark before dawn. You will have that candlemark to get ready, feed your dragonets, and report to this room. And then we will have two candlemarks for Lecture and then after the noon meal, we will have Practice. And set for today, I will be going over the care and feeding of young dragonets, as well as the Dragon-Rider bond. So, let us begin. First off, does anyone know why it is important not to let your dragonet's hide become itchy?"

Weyrling Wings

Ethereal Wing - 18 dragons (1 is Gold)

1 Gold
1 Bronze
2 Brown
5 Blue
9 Green

PC
Rhiannoth – Essa (Kaemi)
Zeuth - B'ren (Ise)
Horuth- D'reo (Ise)
Odinth – Q'tre (magic)
Lugth – Solera (dragon)
Lokinth – C'mar (Marnark)
Morpheunth- Z'ech (Kira)
Skadyth – Osaris (franny)
Shivath – Aisynn (Kaemi)
Cupith – Vaylee (HG)
Aphrioth – Zaylee (Dreamer)
Freyath – Phaerie (Thorne)
Kalith - Stelle (Aelita)
Anubith - (Kira)

NPC
Thoroth - F'nly
Eponath-
Helth -
Basth -

Celestial Flight Wing - 17 dragons (No Gold)

1 Bronze
3 Brown
4 Blue
9 Green

PC
Rath – Or'yn (HG)
Poseideth – K'dyn (Thorne)
Apollath – R'gar (Marnark)
Tyreth – J'zen (Yuu)
Osirith – Kal'dan (Kaemi)
Seth - Ferlese (meadow)
Eoth – Galeda (Snow)
Morriganth – Lyunne (magic)
Athenath – Anaryn (dragon)
Sulisanth - Razia (Ise)
Nemesyth – N'var (HG)
Artemth – Merielle (Kira)
Cailleth- Synchella (meadow)

NPC
Areth -
Hadeth -
Selenth-
Isith-

[meadow]

Ferlese had barely attained any sleep the night before. She'd been awake, thinking about what had happened. She was very happy that Seth managed to get sleep, because she did not wake up to the Weyrling Masters call. Seth did. And Seth woke her up.

Wake!! We must get ready! Wake! Seth's mindvoice bugled into her thoughts, his excitement and agitation clear.

She practically fell out of her bed in her haste to reach her dragonet. While Seth relayed the message that had come through, she quickly changed into her clothing, ran a comb through her short hair as she ran to the kitchens to grab some meat for Seth, who agreed that this was the most important priority. She also managed to wheedle some bread and cheese from the kitchens, so she wouldn't have to run all the way to the Weyrhall to get her meal.

Remembering the day before's lesson in her sleepy, groggy mind, she fed Seth slowly, despite his impatience.

I am hungry FerleseMine he said, quickly downing another chunk of meat while she cut more.

Smiling fondly at her beloved blue, she nodded.

"Yes but this is how its supposed to be done. I don't want you choking," she reprimanded.

Grumbling, Seth sneaked around her and stole a chunk of meat she hadn't cut. She yelped in surprise but the blues eyes just whirled with amusement when she scolded him, and she shook her head.

See? I did not choke on the meat beloved. Seth replied smugly.

Of course he didn't. It was just better to be safe! She reached forward and hugged his head to her. She couldn't bear to think of him being hurt.

"I was just worried. There must be a reason they give us that rule," she scolded.

Snorting, Seth nudged her to towards her own food. Leaning against him, she quickly ate her meal, then stretched. They'd gotten a good start, they certainly wouldn't be late. She was a bit displeased to see that N'var was there before her, but ignored him, instead paying close attention to the instructor. By this time she was awake enough to be almost bouncing in place, and she could feel her dragon's simmering excitement as well.

....

Synchella slowly opened her eyes, a content smile in place before she slid out of her bed. She could feel her Cailleth stirring, and she quickly changed and bound her hair up in an untidy braid before starting for the kitchens. Cailleth had just woken when she made her way to her beloved Green. Crooning softly at her rider, the sweet natured Green waited with patience while Syn cut her meat into easier to swallow portions.

Did you get a good rest beloved? Synchella asked, her hand running over the greens muzzle, then patting her neck affectionately.

Cailleth stopped eating long enough to nuzzle Synchella, then as she daintily ate her breakfast, replied.

Yes I did SynchellaMine. You seem well rested. I am glad. We will be in good shape for our first lesson The dragons soft voice made Synchella smile.

This feeling of togetherness was the absolutely most perfect thing. Leaving the dragonet to clean up quickly and stop to get a quick meal at the Weyrhall, she noted that many of the other Weyrlings were there too. Happy she wasn't late, she arrived some time after many of the other Weyrlings, but not the last to arrive at least.

She greeted other Weyrlings around her politely, her hand against her Cailleth's neck. She looked on at the injured Werylings in concern, biting her lip. She'd been very lucky to come out unscathed she thought. And very luck to have her Cailleth.

[Ise]

B'ren was glad when the class got started, just sitting there was making him tired. Zeuth seemed fine, lucky drake had been resting for weeks in the egg so no wonder the lack of sleep wasn't bothering him yet. He glanced back at the hides where the wings were listed He wanted to see right now what wing he was in and with who. But he stayed in his seat, and nodded when he was brought up as an example. No pulling rank was fine with him. He listened as H'nen asked the question about dragon hides and was about to answer it before one of the Northerners stood up.

~*~*~

D'reo listened to the rules, nodding along with them to show he was listening. While he was sure that in class ranks wouldn't be pulled, he was less certain about that outside of class. Especially in the case of the Expedition leaders N'var and K'dyn. D'reo at least outranked N'var in terms of dragons but him and K'dyn were equal. When the question was asked D'reo stood up to answer it, as he had been taught to do in his crafthall.

"If a dragon's hide is itchy it means their skin is too dry. If they scratch at it they could hurt themselves right now since they're still young and clumsy. As they get older if their hide is dry then going Between might crack it which could cause more damage."
He spoke loud enough to be heard by everyone, his voice it's normal monotone. He wasn't sure about his answer but his words didn't give that away. He just wanted the chance to show that even though he came from the North he had taken advantage of his time here and had tried to learn a little something about dragons.

[franny]

Skadyth was still sleeping. Osaris didn't really want to wake her dragon, but they had a candidate lesson to go to! Skadyth, wake up! Reaching down Osaris gently touched her sleeping dragon, and Skadyth jumped up. Oh mine, you should have woken me earlier! Sleeping this late is not good.

You are young and can sleep as long as you want, but we must go to class.

I WILL NOT be known as a sleepy head!

Alright, but come on.

Still angry with herself about sleeping in, the pale dragon followed after Osaris as the girl walked to where weyrling training was for right now.

Skadyth walked in and could immidiatly see things wrong. One of my clutch siblings picked human silly enough to get injured. How disgusting!

Osaris had trouble not laughing, but she knew if she laughed people would want to know why, and she did not plan to tell anyone about Skadyth's comment, they might take it offensivly... People always seemed to take offense at the littlest thing.

Nice to know you think we are equals, but I can't boss around my silly gold lutch sister and she can boss me around.

Osaris could tell Skadyth said this directly to the candidate master, and even Osaris knew better than to insult authority, but Skadyth was herself...

She tried not to laugh or show surprise (which she knew would get her in trouble also), but she ended up letting out a little giggle. Skadyth was so right...

Even as Skadyth made her comment, Osaris was thinking about the list. She wondered what wing she would end up in. Personally she didn't want to have to deal with the gold rider... who wanted to deal with someone stuck up?

[kira]

Meri was deeply asleep for the first time in a very, very long time. Artemth's presence had done wonders for her, the calmness exuded by the dragon soothing her every worry. She was worthy, she was loved, and she would play an important role to her people. Not just her family, but to all the people of the South. She finally had a purpose, and no one would even dream of taking it from her. She felt more at ease than she could ever remember being in her entire life, and she quickly drifted off right along with Artemth.

Which was why she was still asleep half a candlemark after Sarkith's call. She felt something nudging her and she groaned, mumbling something incoherent and rolling over...onto the cold floor. Luckily, she hadn't been in her bed. Instead, she had fallen asleep right next to her precious green's small couch wrapped up in one of her furs. The cold somewhat jolted her awake and she sat up blinking rather comically.

I'm sorry, MeriMine. I didn't mean to startle you, the dragonette said apologetically, worry swirling into her eyes. "Nono, it's alright, you didn't. The cold floor did." She covered her mouth as she giggled, her eyes crinkling up happily. The giggle was interrupted with a yawn, which she contentedly coupled with a large stretch. She was a bit sore from sleeping at an awkward angle on a hard surface, but it was more than worth it.

You were so tired, Mine, I didn't want to wake you. But Sarkith called for us all, and I am hungry, she said apologetically. Meri's good mood crumpled, immediately guilty. "Oh, love, you didn't have to let me sleep if you were hungry!" she whispered as she wrapped her arms around the sweet dragonette. The fact that she would have forgone her own hunger to let Artemth sleep wasn't even considered. She was pretty much an adult and Artemth was still a babe, and it mattered. "Give me just one moment and then we can go get you food," she promised.

Throwing on one of her practical dresses, she cinched it at the waist with a simple belt. Socks and boots were next, and her hair was secured in a high tail with a small bit of leather. She'd take time to wash up later. She remembered learning that dragons didn't have too good of a sense of time, so who knew how long ago Sarkith had called? 'Let's go, darling.'

They quickly made their way to the kitchens and were given a bucket of meat. Some of the others were already finishing up, and she didn't doubt there were more yet that had already finished. Turning red in embarrassment, she sat and began feeding her bondmate. There were a few chunks that she had to dice up a bit smaller, but Artemth was ravenous so she tried to find all the already smaller bits first.

She returned the bucket and thanked the kitchen workers, washing her hands off afterward. 'Okay, let's go.' You need to eat too, dearheart. 'I'm not that hungry; I'll be fine. We do need to get to lessons, though.' She would certainly be starved by lunch, but she'd skipped a meal before. What was important was that Artemth was fed.

They slid in right as Master H'nen was beginning the lesson, quietly taking a seat near the back. Meri had been planning to sit back there anyway, really. She'd be less likely to get called on than in the front, less people would be behind her or looking at her unless they had to, and she could be nearer to Artemth. She'd apologize for her slight tardiness when she could ask the Weyrling Master to the side for a moment, as embarrassing as it would be. She didn't want him to think her rude, or that she didn't care, after all.

.o0O0o.

'I'm terribly sorry, mate. They just all look the same...' Quite alright, my Z'ech. This is rather fun, anyway,[/color] the goodnatured blue replied, leaning against His's long legs. They'd certainly woken on time, stretching and easily making their way to the kitchens as soon as they heard the call. A nice breakfast for both of them, and then they were off!

...And still trying to find the classroom.

'Hey Morph?' Z'ech asked hesitantly. 'Do you think that maybe you could ask the next person we see for directions for me?' He hated to ask. He'd lived seventeen years of his life doing his best to make it without the use of a voice. Silly ZirMine, of course. My voice is your voice now. It was said so decisively that Zir couldn't find it in him to argue. 'Thank you, beloved.' It was only the blue's soothing presence that had kept him from banging his head on a wall in frustration, but this point.

I would ask Sarkith to ask His if I knew where we were. Z'ech stopped and blinked, quickly smacking himself in the forehead. Ow? 'I completely forgot you could do that. Oh shells, if I could only remember the way back to the kitchen...'[/i] He turned to look behind him with a grimace. Nope, too many twists and turns since then. I remember that...I think. The blue tilted his head in thought, his expressive eyes narrowing. Zir had to laugh; what a perfect pair they made indeed! Of course we do. 'Lead the way, then, dearling. And...ask for directions from the kitchen, I guess.'[/i]

Morpheunth happily complied with the request, and they made their way back shortly (with only a handful of wrong turns). The classroom was apparently in the complete opposite direction, and they quickly stepped in with a half-bow of apology. Zir had prepared as they made their way toward the door, writing, 'I got lost.' on his small slate. He held it up in front of him with a chagrined grin after his half-bow and quickly made it to the first available seat he spotted. Morpheunth carefully made his way to join his clutchsiblings in the back, cautiously avoiding tails, limbs, and wings as he picked his way over to an empty spot and laid down.

[HG]

N'var nodded to at the Weyrlingmaster's words and quickly walked into the Barracks with Nemesyth. The green was happy she was first even more so now. She had the pick of places in the room. She paced first one end then the other before settling near the right so as not to be in the way of the other Weyrling riders. Essa seemed quite happy to approach the now greenrider. “Thank you Essa. This is Nemesyth.” He greeted cordially. Essa was one of the few Northern girls he had gotten along with. Someone had to have the Gold, he was just happy it was someone he at least regarded with a semblance of respect. “Congratulations to you as well.”

It was only a few more moments before the room began to fill. Soon they were joined by Phaerie whom he greeted as nicely as he could manage. “Good day to you as well Pharie. Congratulations on your impression.” He paused, Although he had doubted she could, now was not the time to make small talk turn into a fight. “Nemesyth is very well.” As if there was any doubt on anyone's mind. Then K'dyn entered and a warmer, more friendly smile came to his face. About sharding time too! He looked like shit too. Probably hadn't slept after their talk the night before. Well, he couldn't blame him. N'var thought about how he had taken the time to comb his hair and bathe and well he looked a lot better than the brownrider did! “Oh you know, I'm rarely of ill health on land.” His gaze moved to Nemesyth. There was no doubt the green was well. “Nemesyth is the picture of health. As she should be.”

She was better than any dragon Phaerie had impressed that was certain. “And you? Did you sleep at all?” His voice was slightly concerned but not overly so. “Poseideth looks well.” He commented. As if he needed to. Nemesyth had made room for him to stand near her. She had gotten the drift that her rider and his rider were friends and so she wanted to befriend the dragon. Soon the rest of the class was gathered and the Weyrling Master addressed them. Care of dragons and telepathy were pretty much the topics of the day. Hearing that they were all equals, made Nemesyth give a mental snort. The green was not too thrilled about being considered the SAME as everyone else. She was unique and special and she was better! I doubt he meant to offend you beloved. He just doesn't want the Bronzes thinking they can boss you and I around.I might want to boss them around. The green made a point of saying to her rider. He would not put it past her to do it either.

Then D'reo of all people answered the question. He supposed a beastcrafter would know such things. So the only thing they needed to know now was how to prevent the hide from itching. Avoiding this as a problem would be best. He would not have his green feeling itchy and unhappy. Her hide would always be well cared for. He was determined in this. The care of his dragon was his new mission until she was old enough to take him home. Then he could see about helping his family. The plan was brilliant in its simplicity but a pain because he would have to wait for her to be mature.

–

As Vaylee hobbled inside, leaning heavily on her green she noted all the people already there. A few were still later than herself though she figured that was to be expected on a first lesson. Anaryn had not shown up yet. Vaylee's injuries were severe but not life threatening. She was in a great amount of pain though she mentioned this only to her sweet little green. The Weyrling Master must have ignored the pain in her eyes when he asked her to get Anaryn. To walk was to feel a thousand knives strike her leg. She couldn't disobey the man but she was very upset by his request.

The smallest boy in the room had not forgotten what happened and to whom the night before. As she began to turn, Or'yn caught the look on the young woman's face and bit his lip. Before D'reo could answer he spoke up. “Excuse me sir. But Vaylee might not be the best choice to retrieve Anaryn. She can barely stand without the support of her dragon. Let alone walk. I can go if you like.” The boy was small but strong and had not been mauled the night before. He was a little surprised that the Weyrling Master would send an injured woman to go help another injured woman. You'd think he would want someone much stronger and more able to help Ana.

The blonde looked over at him thankfully and wondered if the youth would get any flack for mentioning it. Grateful as she was for his intervention the mental damage was done. The Weyrling Master did not care about her pain or her injuries. This other girl who had gotten a less severe gash on her leg couldn't get here? When Vaylee had fought through her pain and made sure her dragon was fed and arrived at lessons where she was now being treated like she was feeling fine.

I'm sure he had forgotten you were hurting. I don't see why Anaryn can not get here herself. She was slightly unhappy to say the least and while she waited for the Weyrling Master to answer the boy. She tried to collect herself. Although she had trained as a Healer Assistant. There was nothing she could do for Anaryn even if she went to get her. She would be no help. Certainly she couldn't help the girl up, help her walk or help her get her clothes. She had barely been able to do those things for herself. She didn't carry any numbweed with her. If she was that severe the Healers would have made her stay in the infirmary the night before.

–

Or'yn had been standing with his sister and some friends who impressed when the Weyrling Master had started. As the last few people made it in. Or'yn found he could not really pay attention to what was going on around him and the Weyrling Master. So he tried to focus. At the mention of Anaryn not being able to get here, he looked at Vaylee. Poor girl. He had seen her make it to the Feeding buckets as he was leaving. She had to use her dragon to walk. Why would the Weyrling Master send her? Seeing the pain in her eyes, he couldn't let her go. Lazy as he was in the mornings, there were just some things that were not right and had to be dealt with. So he had to speak up.

The smallest boy in the room had not forgotten what happened and to whom the night before. As she began to turn, Or'yn caught the look on the young woman's face and bit his lip. Before D'reo could answer he spoke up. “Excuse me sir. But Vaylee might not be the best choice to retrieve Anaryn. She can barely stand without the support of her dragon. Let alone walk. I can go if you like.” The boy was small but strong and had not been mauled the night before. He was a little surprised that the Weyrling Master would send an injured woman to go help another injured woman. You'd think he would want someone much stronger and more able to help Ana.

D'reo's answer to the question was right although he could have gone the step farther and mentioned how to prevent itching. Or'yn knew all of this so he would be a good choice to go and get Anaryn. Although she might want a girl to help, which he had not thought of. Vaylee was still not a good choice. Not in his mind. Sure she had some stitches in her leg but he doubted that Anaryn was any more injured than Vaylee. She must not have a high threshold for pain. In fact it showed how different people dealt with the same things. Who would he prefer to fly Thread with him? The one who worked through the pain or the one who cried for help? That was something to think about.

You had to go against authority didn't you?
I am just trying to do the right thing.
Trying to be the hero? I thought we'd agreed to let B'ren and Zeuth be the heroes.
They did not see her eyes. I've never been in the kind of pain that she seems to exude.
Just know that if we get in trouble, I blame it all on you and your moral code.

[Dragon]

H'nen smiled at the first Weyrling to answer his question. Not bad for a Northerner. Or rather an Ex-Northerner. "Very good, and that is correct, D'reo of of Brown Horuth." He was then inturrupted by Or'yn's comment. He stopped and listened, nodding. He shook his head. He'd forgotten about Vaylee's injuries too, and hadn't took into account that her injuries might be painful for her too. "Thank you, Or'yn for your suggestion." And he smiled at the Weyrling to show he wasn't upset by it. "Vaylee, sit near the back, if you would please." He looked among the other Weyrlings. He settled on D'reo. "D'reo, could you go and assist Anaryn, please?"

Be patient, Athenath. Help is on the way.

Okay. She is sitting down on her cot.

Okay. D'reo of brown Horuth is coming to assist you and yours. Sarkith sensed that the green calmed down a bit at that news. He turned to his. Athenath has calmed down.

Good. H'nen turned back to the Weyrlings infront of him. "Alright, Vaylee, when we break for the noon meal, have the bandages changed. Or'yn assist her to the Infirmary. Now, one of you, give me the best way to keep the hide from getting itchy and how to treat hide that's gotten cracked."

[Ise]

D'ero sat down after H'nen told him he was correct. He let a bit of pride seep into his bond with Horuth. It was a silly thing to be proud of, all of the Southerners were sure to know the answers to these questions but it still did. He blinked and looked up again as H'nen spoke his name again, nodding to the Weyrling Master.
"Yes Sir. I'll get her here as fast as I can."

He left the room quietly, pausing outside the door to get his bearings before making his way through the weyr. Horuth spoke to Athenath, letting the green know that he was on his way and every so often telling her how far away D'ero was. Once finding the pair D'ero gave them a look over before going to Anaryn.
"You haven't had a chance to feed Athenath yet have you?" He frowned slightly as he looked down at the green dragon. No, the dragon needed food before going to lessons, he was sure that H'nan would agree with him and if not he would take the blame.
"We'll get Athenath fed and get a little bit of something in you before going to lessons." He offered Anaryn a hand up, getting her onto her feet and shifting her weight so he was taking most of it. If she had too much of a problem walking like this he would always offer to carry her, he had helped carry runners and headbeasts back home and he was pretty sure that Anaryn would be far easier to carry. She was probably lighter and wouldn't struggle nearly as much.

[firethorne]

Working to keep her face blank as N’var replied, the trader nodded slightly, privately thinking that he didn’t feel even the least bit happy for her Impression. Who was he trying to fool? However, If Phaerie’s smile had been thin when she addressed N’var, it turned into a full-out scowl as the next person approached. Oh shards and shells, K’dyn? Faranth above, she couldn’t stand that guy! Her name rolled off his tongue roughly, as if he had to force himself to even speak to her, which suited the trader just fine. She had no more love for him than he had for her. “Well good morning, K’dyn. I see you finally managed to get up.” The girl forced out, her teeth gritted slightly. Fall, fog, and fire, he could make her mad just by breathing! She had never met a more irritating, impossible man in her life. However, Essa seemed to get along with both of them just fine, which, quite frankly, confused her to no end. Phaerie loved the goldweyrling, and she tolerated both of the insufferable males just fine. How? For the sake of Essa, the trader managed to remain cordial enough, and didn’t bother saying anything else to the sharding brownrider.

When the lesson officially began, Phaerie sat and did her best to listen, though her mind might have wandered once or twice. However, she absolutely loved hearing that they were all the same rank, and she shot a gleeful smirk at K’dyn. Ha! How did he like that? This stupid trader girl was on the same level as he was, at least for now, and she got some seriously sadistic pleasure out of that.

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A wry grin curved K’dyn’s lips as N’var spoke, and the Igen glanced over his buddy. Yea, the other holder looked a lot better than he did. “It is good to hear you are both well. Green suits Nemesyth beautifully, my friend, but it doesn’t look nearly as good on you.” The brownweyrling smirked slightly, looking a bit more like his former self, joking about how terrible the other man had looked on the ship. He supposed it was his turn to look better now. K’dyn sobered, however, as the greenrider posed his next question, scrubbing his face with his palm. “Not really. I couldn’t sleep.” He growled out, clearly irritated by that fact. “I had a lot on my mind.” Not to say that N’var didn’t, but obviously the brownrider didn’t deal with it as well. At the mention of his dragon, however, the man did perk up slightly, glancing over at him fondly. “Oh, Poe is fine. He was just mad that he had to wake up so early. Of course, I partially blame him for my lack of sleep. He snores.”

I do not! The brown returned indignantly, settling quite happily beside Nemesyth. She was a pretty green, after all, and His liked Hers. How much His liked Hers, he wasn’t sure just yet, but he knew that K’dyn was in denial about one certain aspect of himself. It would certainly be fun to see how this worked out. Blinking then, the dragonet stared at the weyrling master as if he had just grown horns. And maybe he had, in the brown’s eyes. What? Is he kidding? Poseideth snapped to His, tail flicking from side to side in a huff. Please, I’m worth ten of these other guys on a bad day.

The Igen rolled his eyes at that, but secretly agreed. As if Poe was on the same level as these other dragonets. With the exception of Nemesyth and Rhiannoth, K’dyn was convinced that his brown was the best dragon in the room. Of course, D’reo answering first was really no surprise, considering the man’s background in beastcrafting. At least it had been a Northerner. Hmm, another question, eh? Well, he wasn’t in the most talkative of moods, so the weyrling didn’t answer. Today, he was going to observe.