Lesson #2: Aide and Wings

[Dragon]

Month 2 Curriculum
• First Aid for Humans and Dragons
• Introduction to Wing structure and Wing duties.

H'nen stood oustide of the Barracks. He loved the smell the fresh air, especially in the early morning candlemarks of the day. He took in a deep breath and then let it out before he went back into his office and brought out a pile of blankets and spread them out, making sure there was enough room between each one. Once done, he put bowls of oil at the left bottom corner of each blanket he'd laid out.

Should I wake the younglings? The large bronze asked of his Rider.

Yes, Sarkith. Now would be good. They have one candlemark extra for getting ready and feeding theirs.

Of course, mine. The bronze lifted his head from his foreclaws on his sunning ledge. Weyrlings! Second lesson starts today. You have two candlemarks to get ready and feed your lifemates.

Thank you, my friend, H'nen reaplied. He finished up getting everything ready. He finally was done and managed to get to the Dining Hall to eat something. He returned a few moments later, munching on some meatrolls and a warm cup of klah in his left hand.


Weyrlings
Rhiannoth – Essa (Kaemi)
Zeuth - B'ren (Ise)
Horuth- D'reo (Ise)
Odinth – Q'tre (magic)
Apollath -- R'gar (Marnark)
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)
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)

[if I missed anyone, let me know!]

[HG]

N'var & Nemesyth

Sarkith says we have two candlemarks. Plenty of time really considering they were always up early. It wasn't that they liked being up early it was that they wanted to be the best. To be the best one had to be prepared. N'var was up before Nem, getting himself washed and fed then he came down to the Barracks to rouse her usually. However today, Sarkith had beaten him to it. The young man was quick to finish his breakfast and move down to the Barracks. Nemesyth was waiting for him outside. Nemesyth preferred to eat before bathing. Made sense to him as most the Weyrling dragons were hungry as soon as they woke. Which meant now they really had to pick up the pace to be first.

The green did not take as much as the larger dragons to fill her belly. She was a fast eater on top of that making her feedings the least time consuming of all their tasks. She ate like she was out for vengeance on the poor unsuspecting meat. N'var often tried not to look as she ate. The amount of blood dripping off her muzzle was enough to make the Hold bred youth a little queasy. Especially as he had recently eaten. At least, feeding Nemesyth was never as time consuming as bathing her. It felt like everyday she grew more and more quickly.

Nemesyth was finished quickly, letting N'var rest a hand on her shoulder as they walked to the Lake. He had meant it when they had impressed. N'var would do anything to keep her hide as perfect as possible. Since arriving at the Weyr and impressing, N'var himself had filled out his hollow cheeks and become a bit more muscular. Something he would never admit to was being proud of how he looked. He took great care in his dragon's appearance, her rider should be just as well maintained in his opinion.

In the Lake, Nem wasn't one to goof off. She waded into the water and let N'var make her not itch any more. The dry patches were meticulously found and scrubbed. Then N'var would scrub her a second time to make certain he had not missed a single place on her dark hide. The green in the lake always looked more black than green, causing more than one passerby to look. Most of the Weyr knew the names of all the dragons. Identifying Nemesyth was easy too, being as there was no green darker than her at Refuge.

Oiling the green was met with the same perfectionism as bathing. The greenrider spent a good deal of time taking care of all of it. So much so that some of the others were already finished by the time the green was dry. They had a good half a candlemark left to get to lessons. Seeing as they had nothing better to do they went ahead and walked to where they were to meet the Weyrlingmaster outside of the Barracks.
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Vaylee & Cupith (to be added)


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Or'yn & Rath (to be added)

[kaemi]

Come, Aisynnlove! It is time for lessons... or at least, time for waking up! Lessons in a little bit, Shivath clarified happily, nudging Hers with vigor. It didn't take much for the girl to shoot up, hug her green, and then pull back a little, wary. “How long before lessons, sweetheart.” She had identified a little while ago that her lovely mindmate tended to butcher time when not asked exact increments. 'Time for waking up' but not 'time for lessons' could mean that lessons were in five minutes, or five hours, depending on how the little one was feeling that day, at that time. The big dragon says two candlemarks until lessons start.

This allowed Aisynn to breathe a sigh of relief, and she put her furs aside to hug Shivath again in morning greeting. Morning, lovely, she greeted intimately, preferring the more intimate mind-to-mind speech as opposed to the open-ended speech-to-mind method. The green flicked her tail and fluttered off of the bed, eyes whirling gaily. She liked lessons! As Hers began to dress, taking extra-special care with smoothing out her garments and then fixing her hair around them, the green wandered around the room, greeted the other occupants, waiting until they were ready to eat. That she really enjoyed!

It didn't take long, and even then, the two of them had worked out a schedule to minimize time spent eating. They were each out of the Hall in little time, full and Shivath growing drowsy again. Nope, hunny. We've got lessons in a few minutes! Actually, they had a few minutes to spare, but they decided to go to lessons anyways, and socialize with the people already there. That could be fun!

Walking in, Aisynn greeted the Weyrling Master with a bright smile before looking around at all the blankets to see the others who were there.

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It was the opposite case for K'dan and Osirith. Instead of waking up, the blue decided that they could have a few more minutes of rest before having to get up, and therefore didn't bother to get up. Of similar mind, K'dan rolled back over and went to sleep... thus, they ended up not, in fact, waking up until they had half-a-candlemark before the lesson started. “Shells!” the weyrling cursed, not bothering to keep his voice down. If there was anyone else in the barracks, they were probably asleep, as well, needing to be woken up.

“'Rith, come on! We're going to be late!” he said hurriedly, throwing on clothes as fast as he could (incidentally, a dark red shirt with long blue shorts, which didn't make much sense...) and almost literally pushing his blue out of the barracks as he encouraged him to wake up. We'll be fine, Mine. We haven't been late yet. The sensible words made K'dan pause. They were probably going to be late, but they needed to eat, so they'd get that done now no matter what, and see where that took them. “Alright, alright. To the Dining Hall we go.”

And so they moved at a much more subdued pace (although by no means was it leisurely), and were quick to eat; thankfully, neither dragon nor weyrling choked on anything. Then they rushed to Lessons- outside, today, taking one of the back towels with hurried movements, hoping that no one noticed if they were a tiny bit late.

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“So why did you make me wake up this morning?” Essa asked playfully, nudging her gold as she scrubbed her down, getting her clothes wet as she knelt to attack a particularly dry patch on a golden foreleg. EssaMine, isn't it apparent that I was in want of scrubbing and oiling? Rhiannoth asked as she pointed out another spot, using her tail. It was very helpful to have directions, but it meant that the girl had to soak herself to get to each place, as they weren't often on the same side of her body. Neither of them thought that far ahead- they'd get it eventually. “Aw, Rhi, and here I was hoping that you wanted to spend quality time with me!”

The look the gold gave her, turning her head with whirling eyes of amusement and annoyance, said it all. They both fell silent, working together to get all the patchy skin off. Finishing, they moved out of the water and onto oiling, which wasn't nearly as much fun. “Well maybe if you didn't wake me up so early, you wouldn't be so tired later on at dinner,” Essa suggested, continuing the earlier conversation as she encouraged Rhiannoth's gold hide to shine. By waking up this early, we have the opportunity to completely ready ourselves for the day. You have time to change your clothing and feed us both now; with my bathing and oiling done for the day. The weyrling huffed, laughing a little bit at Rhi's full-proof reasoning. “Unless you get itchy later on, of course.”

I will not, the gold guaranteed. It was a lie, probably, but oh well. Essa shook her head. “How much time to we have until we have to go to lessons?” she inquired, both of them trekking back to the barracks. She was very wet- not soaking anymore, but she needed to change before they did anything else. Two candlemarks now, says Sarkith.

They moved through the rest of their routine flawlessly, Essa in dry clothes, both of them fed, Rhiannoth's hide nice and shiny (Essa's words, not Rhi's). However, they still weren't the first ones back to the barracks for lessons- that would be N'ver and his Nemesyth. It bothered Rhiannoth a little bit, if only because she was the queen, and should be the one setting the example for her clutchsiblings, but she said naught. On the flip side, Hers didn't care in the least, preferring not, in fact, to be the first one there, as it gave them someone to talk to after greeting the Weyrling Master. “Beat us, again, N'var,” she said with a grin on her face, sitting down cross-legged on one of the blankets.

[Ise]

Horuth nudged D’ero as Sarkith send the message that lessons started in two candle marks. The young man woke up easily, quietly getting dressed and slipping out of the barracks. He didn’t pay too much attention to his looks, he’d be back in there after he had fed and bathed Horuth.

The two went to take care of food first, D’ero making sure that his brown got enough food and checking to make sure that no chucks of meat were too big for him. He washed his hands before getting himself something to eat, something quick and easy that he could take with him. Then the two went out to the lake. D’ero noticed that a few others were there as well and say a few ‘hellos’ before he went to work scrubbing Horuth’s copper tinted underside where he had the most patches to work on. This was one time when D’ero was thankful that his brown was smaller and sleaker then the other browns, bronzes and gold. He made sure that he got every inch of his dragon though, not minding the fact that he got soaked. The two talked softly between themselves, wondering what their lesson would be on today, wondering how some of the others were doing and taking bets to see who would show up late for class. Once the washing was done D’ero oiled Horuth up, making sure he had gotten the patchy and itchy places on his brown extra good.

With Horuth’s hide taken care of, the two went back to the barracks, giving D’ero a chance to dry off and change into new cloths before cleaning himself up a bit and heading to lessons outside the barracks. He looked around at the blankets with the bowls of oil on them, keeping mostly to himself as he waited for the lessons to start.

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It took B’ren a few minutes to wake up, even with Zeuth nudging him and talking to him. B’ren rolled over and came face to face with his bronze, the dragons eyes whirling a calm blue with slight tints of pale red as he grew a little frustrated at B’ren. B’ren pushed his forehead against his dragon’s, letting out a little sigh. This was one of the times when B’ren wonder why exactly Zeuth had picked him. Most of the time the two got along wonderfully but there were times when they were at ends with each other. Zeuth was naturally a morning dragon, B’ren was more of a night person. B’ren was also a shameless flirt while Zeuth felt that all that flirting was bad for their reputation. He had also hinted often enough that if B’ren really felt like flirting, he should save it for the women of gold dragons. The young man didn’t feel like being murdered by the Weyrleader for flirting with the Weyrwoman and he didn’t know Essa well enough yet to make that poor woman the solo affection of all his flirting.

B’ren could feel his dragon growing more and more antsy. He smirked a bit before planting a kiss on Zeuth, making the dragon’s eyes go bright with surprise before they turned to a more dull shade of red that signified his annoyance.

“Dear sweet Zeuth. I assume you were waking me from that lovely dream because we have lessons soon.”
The dragon let out a heavy sigh and stocked away from the bed to wait at the door to the barracks.
Mine, we are not a girl and her silly green. We do not need to do all those physical things. Especially where others can see it. It does not help our reputation. Nor should you use foolish words like ‘sweet’ for me. You undermine my rank. Things like that should be used only by the females. But yes. We have two candle marks to get ready. Less now. I suggest you hurry as I’m rather hungry and I will need to be washed and oiled before lessons.[/i]

All B’ren wanted to do was lay back down and get a little more sleep. Instead he got up and got dressed, running his hands through his hair to comb it before leaving the barracks and going to get food for his drake. Zeuth was growing quickly, B’ren was going to need all that time to make sure his dragon was well feed and that he had enough time to wash Zeuth. He had washed and oiled the bronze the night before, hoping that that would be good enough until after their lessons. Clearly that wasn’t the case though. B’ren didn’t mind washing and caring for his dragon, but it took awhile to make sure that he had hit every spot and properly oiled his hide. Zeuth would never admit it but he was just as vain as a gold when it came to making sure his hide looked good.

The bronze was big enough that B’ren didn’t have to worry about his food too much, and Zeuth was smart enough to know what was too big and point it out to B’ren when needed. That at least gave the young man a chance to get something to eat and a cup of klah to help wake himself up and get himself moving. B’ren stayed near his dragon, keeping an eye on him and making sure he was ready to give more meat to Zeuth if he was still hungry. The dragon finally stopped eating, licking the blood from his chops as he decided he was done.

With breakfast finished the two headed out to the lake to wash up. B’ren went to work scrubbing at Zeuth, having a slightly easier time this morning since he knew from the night before the places where the bronze was peeling the most. The underside of where his wings joined his body, his black neck ridges, the base of his tail… he hit all those spots along with the couple of others that Zeuth pointed out. He double checked his work before they got out of the water. B’ren had managed to stay some what dry, his rolled up pants were a little wet and his shirt had some water on it but not enough that B’ren would have to change clothes. Zeuth was polite enough to not shake the water off his hide right next to B’ren.

He quickly started to oil Zeuth’s hide, knowing that they had to be getting short on time now. Neither wanted to be late for lessons but B’ren wouldn’t do a spotty job on oiling Zeuth, it was important that he took good care of his dragon. Once he finished with the bronze, B’ren looked closely to make sure he had gotten every inch of his hide. He then went back to the lake, rinsing his hands off before the two quickly headed towards the lesson, spotting a few people outside of the barracks and going there. With the morning light shining on Zeuth, the red in the dragon’s hide came out most strongly, he looked almost like he had just been dipped in blood. B’ren thought it was a rather neat look for his dragon, quite intimidating.

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Razia groaned as she heard Suli speaking to her, letting her know that it was time to get up.
“Just a little longer, please sweetling.”
Razia love, we don’t want to be late for lessons. And I am getting hungry…[/i]
The girl rolled over and peaked one eye open to see her slim green sitting near by. Sulisanth waited calmly for her chosen to get up, knowing that it always took awhile to get her out of bed. Razia sighed a little and slowly pushed herself up, running a hand through her hair. She sat up, letting herself wake up a bit and Suli came over and put her head in her lap. Razhia pet her and leaned down to give her green a quick kiss before deciding she was ready to get up and going. She dressed and brushed her hair out and pulled it back in a braid before the pair left for the kitchens.

Razia was grateful that her green was small and didn’t need to eat a whole herdbeast for breakfast. Sure it meant that she had to cut her meat up a little more but the bloody hunks of meat didn’t bother her. She worked quickly to make sure that Sulisanth had gotten her fill of food before getting herself a meatroll she could eat as they waked to the lake to bathe.

The green was easy to work with in the water, she enjoyed being able to swim in the lake and was happy to move around to make it easier for Razia to find those pesky itchy spots and take care of them. Her slim and small green never took long to clean and scrub and they were soon out of the water and oiled up, Sulisanth’s sage green hide shone once she was properly oiled and they were off to lessons with time to spare. Razia stopped at the barracks to change quickly and clean herself up before they headed outside to where the others were waiting.

[Marnark]

The cot was upended in a spectacular spray of furs and blankets, before toppling over completely onto the table where a few items went spinning off to crash into the floor. A huge thud, and a blanket-wrapped tussle crashed into the table as well, sending it skidding sideways until it hit the wall and jumped, crashing the few remaining items upon its top against the wall.

Apollath groaned, and covered his brown head with both front feet, all while Lokith bounced around like a wind up toy that had been wound too tight. Get him get him! The blue encouraged, eliciting another groan from the brown near the doorway.

Like they really need encouragement. Apollath grumped.

A bit more flailing and a grunt, before the weyrlingmaster's dragon's voice interrupted. Both dragonets sat up, heads going all the way up. C'mar sat up, throwing off a fur that had somehow got draped over his head. R'gar took the moment of distraction to place one last well-placed blow straight to C'mar's solar plexus.

Collapsing with a hollow grunt, C'mar reflexively tried to guard the spot, too late. Rising like a monster from the deep, R'gar got to his feet, shrugging off the various items that had ended up draped over him. "Stop groveling, I didn't hit you that hard." Indeed he hadn't ... he didn't intend to kill his only relation this side of the ocean. If he'd wanted to stop C'mar's heart, he'd have had to hit the spot a lot harder than he had. "And let that teach you to tackle me when I'm trying to work!"

C'mar gasped, and then burst into gales of laughter, kicking out at R'gar only to get said foot caught and twisted, spinning him over from on his back to suddenly on his stomach. "OW! My ankle!"

"Your ankle my foot. Get up, you're an embarrassment." R'gar said, kicking C'mar in the hip before stalking out. "Teach him to lure me in here with false symptoms..." he grouched. Apollath stood up and followed him out.

What about our summons?

R'gar stopped, sighed, and turned to go back to his own quarters. "We'll get there."

Groaning, C'mar rolled back onto his back, to find a blue face looking back down at him. "Why'd you let him beat me up like that for?" he asked.

I thought you could take him? Lokith answered speculatively, before backing up and letting C'mar sit up.

"Oof. What was that nonsense we heard right as he turned the tables on me?" C'mar asked, shoving to his feet and rubbing his chest with one hand. "That hurt."

We're being called to lessons. Let's not go!

"Not?" C'mar chuckled. "Unfortunately, given how badly skipping our last lesson went, I don't think that's wise. You have to remember I wasn't even sure dragons existed until a short while ago ... much less knowing anything about how to take care of your apparently fickle existence." C'mar scratched Lokith's head, getting a rumble of appreciation from the blue. "Maybe next time, hey?"

Alright! Lokith bounded out of the room as C'mar rooted around in the mess that was now his room until he found a shirt. Shaking it out, he eyed it. It wasn't too dirty, so he put it on, tugging it straight. Maybe no one would notice it wasn't ironed. Ambling out into the hall, he noticed R'gar headed out ahead of him ... somehow decently presentable.

The two arrived near where the Weyrling Master was waiting, and despite their early morning tussle that absolutely wrecked a room, they took up positions not too far apart as if they'd never fought a day in their lives, dragons at their sides.

[HG]

Vaylee & Cupith

The young woman sighed as she felt the now familiar mental connection between herself and Cupith. Sensing the green's restlessness she knew it would not be long before the green was awake too. Instead of getting a head start on the day, Vaylee stared up at the ceiling, thinking about her life and the strange turn it had taken. She was not the only one here that felt out of place as a dragonrider but surely she was one of the few from the South that felt so. Her life in the Weyr had prepared her for what would likely be her lot in life. All of that was blown out of the water now. She had a dragon and would one day have to face Pern's greatest of all enemies. The concept made her nervous. She was just an assistant of the infirmary nothing more. Certainly she had never thought herself worthy of a dragon.

Even now she felt that her impression was a fluke when Cupith slept. When the dragon was awake she never thought about how things were supposed to be. Her thoughts were consumed with the now. The light minty green colored dragon lifted her head slowly as if hearing something. Lessons in two candlemarks. The little green's sweet little girl like voice penetrated Vaylee's mind so that she could concentrate on little else. Guess we had best get a move on then?

As much as she liked to spend time on her appearance it seemed Weyrlinghood and looking her best clashed schedule wise. She was not waking up any earlier than she already had to. Getting out of bed, she changed into her work pants, a white blouse and some work boots. She really would have preferred a dress but whatever they were doing in Weyrling Lessons was sure to require more sensible clothing than a dress could provide. Pulling her hair up into a loose pony she grimaced. While most things she did were not affected any more by her mostly healed wounds, reaching over her head with her arm was one of the things that did hurt still. You look lovely no matter what you wear. You have to say that, you're my dragon. Perhaps, doesn't make it any less true though... Vaylee smiled and moved to scratch the tiny green's eye ridges.

Cupith was growing much slower than the Queen; Vaylee pondered as she walked out of the Barracks with her green. Rhiannoth was the largest dragon in the clutch and Cupith the smallest. Making the size difference much more noticeable between the two of them than any other dragons. At least this meant Cupith took much less time to get ready. She could not eat nearly as much as her larger counterparts including the larger greens. Feeding went quickly and as usual, Vaylee did not watch the eating process. The idea of eating raw meat made her rather queasy.

I'm itchy. I'm sure you are dearest. Lets get you to the lake. As usual, Cupith did not like getting into the cold water and had to be coaxed in by her soft spoken rider. Once in though the green allowed herself to be scrubbed and generally enjoyed the experience. She seemed to forget that she liked baths when she thought of getting into the cold water. Eventually she came out of the water, a satisfied feeling permeating the mental emotions her rider felt from her. The green then laid in the sun and allowed herself to be oiled. Other than getting her into the water, Cupith was fairly easy to take care and adding to the fact that she was small only made things easier. She was at lessons with time to spare though several of the others had already arrived. Guess some people preferred to be early.

Noting the sort of materials laid out before them, she had a fairly good idea at what this lesson would be focusing on. This was going to be the one lesson she would excel at easily. Vaylee knew her limitations, as she had been told when she was young, there were smart people and not so smart people. She just happened to fit into the second category.

[Yuu Kanduet]

J'zen was up washing his hair when the Tyreth warned him of the impending lesson. J'zen had already taken great care to clean his body that morning in the lake after his long scrubbing episode with Tyreth's dark velvet hide. The water had been downright frigid, but that was the price to pay for Tyreth's comfort and J'zen's own peace of mind. What kind of person walked around without bathing? It was already bad enough he had to bathe publicly for the most part in the Weyr, like some kind of barbarian.

At least J'zen took pleasure in knowing that he could wash his hair in his little corner of room and take all the time in the world doing it.

We'll head down to the dining hall soon. Let me finish with my hair. Then I'll oil you again, and we'll be off.

J'zen finished with his long black mane and flicked the water of his hands as he reached for a towel to dry them and his hair. Once his hair was mostly dry, J'zen snatched his comb from the furs and meticulously worked the snarled out. Only when his glossy black hair fall to his shoulders in a gleaming mass did J'zen finally stop fiddling with it.

Then, turning to Tyreth, J'zen motioned for the growing Blue to hop on his couch so that J'zen could lovingly rub him down. Tyreth relaxed under J'zen's long and soothing fingers. It was obvious His was adept with the quick digits. It was probably a result of playing the guitar and writing for long candlemarks in curving calligraphy.

Yawning, Tyreth made a grumbling sound when J'zen finished. The Blue would be content to sit there for hours letting His pet him, but he was no Green and didn't complain when he was finished. Instead Tyreth stood and stretched before leaping down from the couch and padding softly out the door.

Sabastian perked up from under the covers for the first time that morning and crawled out onto the top of the furs to see what was going on. The smaller of J'zen's Blues had been oiled the day before and could probably stand to be let alone until the lessons were over.

"I'll oil you later, my little pet."

J'zen reached a hand out and Sabastian rubbed his head against it. The the Blue flit stretched, turned on the spot, and laid right back down. Chuckling at the display, J'zen turned and followed after his dragon. The impatient Tyreth was probably half way to the dining hall already.

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J'zen strode into the lesson room and chose his usual seat. The weyrlingmaster received only curt nods from the Northern harper. J'zen hadn't been particularly awed by the man's teaching skills, and was getting increasingly bored with the so called lessons. J'zen had learned more about his partner and pet in the archives of the previous harpers then he had ever learned from his teacher.

Tyreth sensed J'zen's impatience and dislike of the lessons and rolled his multi-faceted eyes. his could be such a old timer sometimes. J'zen relied on his papers too much. Eventually he would have to do something without their help or take someone's word for something, and Tyreth wasn't sure he could do it. Ah well, that was why they were bonded, to even each other out.

[HG]

Or'yn & Rath

“Remind me again, why we are up this sharding early.” Or'yn yawned as he watched the Bronze finish eating. Need I remind you that its not becoming to swear. The answer to your query is because I was hungry and you still are. Other than being a little smart alec, the Bronze had a point. He always seemed to have one too. His dry, deep voice contained the usual sarcasm. Two could play this game! “Are you quite finished?” Almost. What is your rush? I am not the one in a rush around here. I'm missing sweet, wonderful, valuable and needed sleep. Go to bed earlier and stop getting up in the middle of the night for a snack. The dark haired boy raised brown eyes to those of the Bronze before him. A battle of wills had already begun. I need food just as much as you

Judging by your size, I very much doubt it. Hasn't anyone told you not to judge based on appearances. Why? People are often what they appear to be, especially dragons. This was going to have to wait for a later time, Or'yn thought as the Bronze left the buckets to begin towards the lake. Once there it took Or'yn an entire candlemark to bathe and oil Rath. The Bronze was insistent that Or'yn come up with a system of doing things so nothing on his hide would ever be missed. Unfortunately creating order was not a forte of his new rider's and the youth seemed to have trouble sticking to any one way of doing things. This meant it took longer as he kept finding places he had missed.

You should speak to Nemesyth's. She says her rider has a good order to wash her in. It will be helpful to you when I grow larger. N'var? Really? He wasn't sure how he felt about the greenrider. Something about the young man rubbed him the wrong way. It wasn't that he was from the North or because he rode green but more his general attitude especially towards women. Of course any one of those things would have made him unsure whether or not to approach the other rider but altogether he was almost certain he would not attempt to communicate with the greenrider. I'll figure something out Rath. I promise. The Bronze dipped his head in acceptance. His rider would do anything that he swore to do. He was a good person, if a little young for the responsibilities facing a dragonrider. Still Rath was not wrong in his choice. The young human had much to learn but so did he and they could learn together.

After a more thorough and orderly oiling, a pleased Rath laid on the Lake sands. By the way, Sarkith bespoke us during my bath... The dragon gave his equivalent of a mental yawn. We are to be at lessons in about one candlemark now. The Bronze had kept the information from him so that he would not rush. That much Or'yn understood and he was not angry with Rath for doing so. No more than he was for getting up early. Now he too would have time to wash up and eat something. The Bronze had known that when he awoke his rider early. He should not have tested the dragon's judgment. For the time that he had known the dragon thus far, Rath had never once been truly wrong. Sure they had some minor disagreements, however he was certain that in all partnerships in life one had to disagree from time to time. There was no such thing as being completely compatible in his mind.

Leaving Rath to his nap, Or'yn went to find a bath, clean clothes and a warm morning meal. All of which he accomplished by ten minutes till lessons. Unfortunately it would take at least five to collect and rouse his dragon, then walking to lessons. He might just make it, on time. Thats exactly what happened too. Or'yn and Rath were not early and were not late. It was their goal never to be early and never to be late. So arriving within a candlemark or so of when they were expected suited them just fine.

[franny]

Osaris woke up to the bronze weyrling master Sarkith calling in her mind, Weyrlings! Second lesson starts today. You have two candlemarks to get ready and feed your lifemates.

With much grumbling about early lessons, Osaris gently prodded her sleeing dragon with her mind, Dear sleepy head, time to get up.

She could see other weyrlings getting up and ready, but she didn't pay them much attention. She found other femals annoying and petty mostly.

Must I? I plaintative Skadyth asked in reply to the wakeup.

Well, there's a lesson we need to go to. Even as she talked she was going off to get some meat. Skadyth sat quietly until hers came back and began chopping the meat up.

Oh... wonder what this one is on.

I don't know, but here is some meat. Eat it while I dress. The green nodded acceptance, and Osaris pushed the bucket of fresh cut up meat toward Skadyth.

Osaris changed into the rough wherry hide leathers that she wore for day to day work. The rough leather didn't tear easily and protected her well.

For a while the two simply sat in company as Skadyth chomped away. Osaris pulled out a piece of bread she had grabbed while getting the meat and shewed in companionable silence. Finally, Skadyth finished and the two stood up and quietly left to go to the lesson. Some girls had already headed out, but not all.

[firethorne]

To say that things were becoming great for K’dyn would be a bit of an exaggeration. To say that things were getting slightly better would be rather close to the mark. The holder’s son had finally begun to come to terms with his new destiny, something that his only friend N’var seemed to have done already. Of the two, it certainly seemed the other boy was holding up far better. But…why had he Impressed green? Didn’t that only happen to…

Boys that like all kinds in their sleeping furs? Pretty much. Poseideth drawled, opening one eye to stare at his bonded with a bright gaze. His voice danced with humor, but there was a spot of seriousness in what he said.

Rolling his eyes, the brownweyrling couldn’t help but grin and stride over to scratch his dragon lovingly. His dragon. K’dyn never got tired of reminding himself of that. It was getting easier and easier to think of himself as a dragonrider instead of a holder, but he couldn’t become complacent could he? His father had sent him down here to do an important job, and it wasn’t getting done. What would Kosta think? Shards, his dad would probably try to gut him when he found out what had happened down here. Not only had his son not convinced the dragonriders to help, but he had become one! One that was now effectively under the control of Aeriath.

You know. His brown mused, rolling one eye upward to gaze sharply at the boy. It seems like your dad is kind of…a runner’s arse. I mean, what sort of father instills this much fear into their offspring?

Frowning, K’dyn was caught off guard by Poseideth’s strangely loaded question. It isn’t fear of what he will do to me, Poe. The Igen said, purposefully using the dragon’s hated nickname just to bug him. It’s more that…I know what he’s going to think about me. I took this quest to make my father proud, and I’ve failed him utterly.

The dragonet let out a low rumble. Is it really that important for him to be proud of you? I mean…why does it bother you so much?

Because! The holder insisted, He’s my father. I’m his son. I’m supposed to make him proud.

That’s not an answer.

Then I don’t know! K’dyn snapped, walking away from his dragon and staring at the stone wall of his weyr. The boy stood there for a moment, breathing ragged and shoulders heaving while he glared at nothing. You don’t know what it was like, Poe. He finally said, though he didn’t move. Being the third son, no one ever expecting you to ever do anything worthwhile with your life…your parents knowing that you are only good for shoving off to rule some minor, backwater hold that no one has ever heard of. This was my chance to step out of my brother’s shadow and to show everyone that I AM worth looking at. Now that chance is gone, and now even worse, I’ll be looked at like a failure. Letting out a breath, the brownweyrling finally turned and sat on the edge of his bed, holding his head in his hands. My life is over, Poe. My parents are never going to want me after this…if I ever see them again.

For a moment, the dragonet was silent, then he suddenly let out a derisive snort, thumping his tail on the ground loudly to get his rider’s attention. Sounds to me like you are wallowing in pity for yourself, Mine, and that is unbecoming of MY bonded. The boy let out a small, strangled sound of anger, but his brown effectively cut him off. I speak truth, and you know it, K’dyn. You know what you wanted? You didn’t want your father’s approval. You wanted to prove to yourself that you were worth more than everyone had thought since your birth. Well, it seems to me that coming across the sharding ocean, facing the Weyrleaders (people even I think are scary), and standing on the sands before my mother to Impress to a dragon of your own would be enough to convince you that you are more. If not, then I don’t know what else to tell you. Except that…there is a reason I chose you, K’dyn. Think about that. Now, Sarkith says we have two candlemarks to get to lessons. Let’s go. Without waiting for an answer, the brown stood and stalked out of his weyr, heading straight for his food.

The holder could only stare after the dragonet for a moment, eyes wide as his mind buzzed with what Poseideth had said. Maybe he was having a pity party, yes, and maybe…maybe he had become someone he should be proud of. Someone who could look his father in the eyes without flinching. After all, he was a dragonrider, wasn’t he? Even if these Southerners didn’t think he needed to be here, his brown did. And that…was enough for him. ‘No more looking back.’ K’dyn vowed, and jogged after his dragon, catching up quickly enough. After all, after a bit of time at the weyr, even the holders were beginning to toughen up a little. Feeding himself and his dragon was done in silence, as was bathing Poseideth. The brown seemed just as quiet as his rider, and by the time he was oiled and ready for lessons, the two almost felt…tense. By now, they had just a few minutes before lessons started, but they only stared at each other. Finally, K’dyn smiled slightly. I guess you are smarter than you look, Poe. You were right. No more looking back, I swear. From now on, it’s just you and me.

About time.

Finally, the two approached the others who had already gathered, easily finding the nearly-black hide of Nemesyth. ‘No looking back.’ K’dyn reminded himself again, and a smirk grew on his face. Today, he looked much better. Fresh clothes, washed and brushed hair, face filled out, and the dark skin beneath his eyes almost gone now. It was time to move on, even if he might never be the same again. Even if he father would hate him. What did that matter? Wasn’t Poseideth worth it all? Of course he was. After greeting the weyrling master, the two then approached N’var and the new queenrider. “Good morning N’var, Essa.” The Igen greeted, sweeping a quick bow to them both before taking a blanket beside the other holder where he could speak to the greenweyrling and Essa at once. “You and yours fare well, I trust?” Maybe he was flirting. Maybe he was just getting back to his old self. Or maybe he wanted to see if he ever could go back to his old self. Either way, it was a charming entrance, one that he would test the reactions to carefully, both from his friend and the kind goldweyrling.

Meanwhile, Poseideth bobbed his head to his two clutchmates. Good morning, Nemesyth, and to you as well, Rhiannoth. You both look stunning this morning. The gold was beautiful, of course, but the brown just had a certain love of greens. To him, Nemesyth was one of the most amazing creatures ever.

((Phaerie to come))

[kira]

Z'ech was quite enjoying his very restful sleep, but there was this rather loud series of crashes on the other side of the room that was a bit distracting. Sitting up with a huff, he blindly tossed a boot across the room at the brawling boys and tried to roll over and go back to sleep. Hopefully it would hit one of them in their thick skulls. He felt a bit of amusement from his sleepy dragon, as well as a small mental prod.

'No, 'm tired. Five minutes.' Sarkith says we have two candlemarks to get ready. 'Then why are you still laying there, lazybones?' he teased. Fine, he was waking up - albeit slowly - but he was still going to give Morph a hard time about it. Because I don't want Lokinth to realize I'm awake? That[/i] made Z'ech laugh, burying his face in his pillow so the other boys wouldn't think he was mad. ...Not that they'd have been able to hear more than an odd huffy, hiccuping sound - but still. Peeking up sleepily, his hair sticking every which direction, he saw the noisemakers finally leaving.

Yawning, he started to stretch out his long limbs. It was slightly impeded by his tangled covers, but he managed well enough. ...Except it made him sleepy again. Five more minutes wouldn't hurt, really... But the floor certainly did. Heaving a severely put-upon sigh, Zir laid there for a moment before lifting his head to angle an even glare at his dragon. Morpheunth just sat there calmly, looking as innocent as can be...save for the corner of blankets carefully clutched in his mouth. 'You're horrible to me.' I am hungry. 'You hate me.' We don't want to be late to lessons. Again. 'I hate you.' Morpheunth just stared back at him, clearly amused, and by now used to the morning banter. '...Scortch it.' With a chuckle, Zir grinned and sat up, yawning and ruffling his constantly mussed hair.

Quick work was made of pulling on the closest garments he could find that he was...pretty certain...were his. They were rumpled, but he was only donning them until he could bathe. A quick step carried him across the room to retrieve his tossed boot. Morph took the lead from there, leading his sleepy mindmate to the dining hall to get them both sufficiently fed. A little more time was taken while bathing, scrubbing the dragon's itchy hide back to brightness while giving a friendly greeting to any others there. Zir smiled at the sheer pleasure he could feel coming from the blue when he oiled him until he shined like his metallic brethren. Sure, it would dry, but it made his hide even more gorgeous than usual for a short time.

Morpheunth waited patiently while Z'ech took care of his own bathing and grooming, making sure that he definitely grabbed his own clean clothes this time. Sauntering into lessons with time to spare, Z'ech covertly stuck his tongue out at his dragonet, then went to find company. Hmm...who should he sit with today... There were several people just standing around by themselves. That wouldn't do. Walking up, he tried to nudge D'reo's shoulder in a friendly manner, nodded to J'zen, saluted Or'yn, and smiled to Aisynn. There. If her stood about center to them, they'd have to feel included in...whatever conversations might ensue. Morpheunth gave a mental eyeroll as he nodded in greeting to his fellow males, then rumbled a sweet greeting to the various females.

.o0O0o.

((Meri and Artemth to come once I get out of work... >.<;))

[Dragon]

Solera :: Lugth

Weyrlings! Second lesson starts today. You have two candlemarks to get ready and feed your lifemates.

Solera groaned and rolled over. It had been a gruelling month, and she feared there was much more to come. She was getting used to getting up very early. She cracked an eye, looking out from under her blanket. A whirling eye met hers. She grinned. The days were getting a bit warmer but the nights were still crisply cold.

Two candlemarks to burn before Lesson. The blue informed his not so eager bonded.

She snorted. Why did you choose me, Lugth? She'd managed to get used to thinking her thoughts to her lifemate, not really caring if he looked into her mind. I'm sure there had been someone else on the sands more worthy.

No. You were the only one worthy of me. The others were ..... not right. Lugth replied with an affirmative nod of his wedge-shaped head. He reached up and gently nuzzled his under the covers.

Solera giggled. She kissed her blue on the tip of his snout and got up from beneath her furs. She diligently stretched, feeling muscles stretching and pain lancing up from her thighs in protest. Her spine crackled and popped in a few places, as did her shoulder bones. She yawned and then stood up. And stretched again. "I'm gonna bath and then I'll bathe and oil you."

Lugth went back to his couch and returned to sleep.

Solera picked up her clean clothing and went to the bathing pools and quickly washed and brushed her hair. She noticed that her hair had gotten longer. She'd have to see about getting it cut a bit shorter, but still long enough for her to braid it. She finished up her bathing and returned to her cot. Come, love. Time for your bath.

Lugth stood up and walked with his. The bath took a bit longer than she would have thought. But she'd also noticed that her blue was growing at an almost alarming rate. You are growing very fast, love. I wonder if you will ever slow down!

I'll stop growing when I must. Lugth replied, snorting underwater, which soaked Solera.

She gave him 'the look'. She canted her head and narrowed her eyes at the blue. I don't need another bath! Though she couldn't help the chuckle.

I wasn't aiming to get you wet, SolMine.

Yea, right. She quickly finished bathing him and realized she only had a few minutes to get to the Lesson! We need to go now or we're going to be late! She ran as fast as she could, Lugth trotting behind her. They made it with only a few seconds to spare. She stood off to the side from the others. She'd not really talked to any of them, feeling like an outsider. Lugth simply sat behind her, a protective, blue statue sitting behind his Rider.

Anaryn :: Athenath

Weyrlings! Second lesson starts today. You have two candlemarks to get ready and feed your lifemates.

"Zzzzz ... "

Mine, time to get up. Athenath informed her bonded.

"Just another candlemark, please?"

It's time to wake up, now!

"OUCH!!!" Anaryn glared at her green lifemate from the flat of her now aching backside. The green having a smug look on her draconic face. "Why did you do that for?"

Athenath lowered her head to hers. Time to wake up.

I was up! Anaryn lied. She moved to get herself up off the hard floor, though a few of her muscles protested such movement. Oh why oh why must they get up so sharding early! She groaned when the scar on her right leg pained her, she couldn't help but give a strangle cry. Despite the Healers telling her that she was pretty much healed, she still experienced pain, even when she didn't do any moving around.

Your leg pains you again. Do you want help?

From you, yes. I don't want to bother anyone else. It's healed on the outside but it is still healing on the inside. Anaryn replied. She eagerly grabbed the walking stick she had managed to get to use as sort of an extra leg. I need to bath and then get you bathed and fed.

Athenath crooned to hers and stood beside her bondeds right side, leaning into her and offering her support. The pair walked to bathing pools, but Athenath stopped and waited as hers wobbled into the pool and bathed. She walked with hers to the lake outside and waded in. In the water, Anaryn didn't need any help to bathe her green. Athenath crooned as Anaryn was able to bathe her completely. I think we only have enough time to eat and then get to lessons.

I think so as well.

The pair made it to the Kitchens with no accidents and no stumbling from Anaryn. She thanked the Kitchen staff before she turned to feed her green. One of the drudges brought out a plate of meatrolls and cheese and bread, and handed Anaryn a cup of warm klah. She drank some of the liquid before popping a few meatrolls into her mouth. When she and her green were finished they left for the Lesson room, but found blankets out on the ground outside. She stood back from everyone, not really feeling like talking to anyone. Her right leg throbbed from the pain of walking. She used her stick and leaned on it so she could take her weight off of her right leg.

H'nen :: Sarkith

Sarkith sat off to the side of the blankets his bonded had laid out for the Weyrlings. He watched each pair closely, observing them, seeing how they interacted with their bonded and the bondeds and their clutchsiblings. On the inside he was being observant, but on the outside, he looked like he was bored! He shook his huge wedge-shaped head and snorted. Time to start?

Yes. H'nen replied, walking to the fron of the blankets. "Alright! Weyrlings, time to begin. Each of you, spread out and pick a blanket. Sarkith, if you please."

The bronze stood and walked to his. He spaced out his legs evenly and opened his wing-sails.

"Your dragonets are to stand on the blankets as Sarkith is demonstrating. Today we are going to learn Human and Dragon first aide, as well as Wing structure and the duties of a Wing. For that, I'll have you seperate into your 'Wings'. But not right now. The bones of a Dragon cannot be easily broken, as can a humans. But a Dragon's bone can be broke with enough pressure. Sarkith, please lay down and demonstrate a broken front leg bone."

Sarkith layed down and moved his front right leg into an uncomfortable position. He flinched from the discomfort.

"Thank you, Sarkith. Now, lets say for some reason, he'd broken the bone here," H'nen remarked, pointing to one place on his Bronze. He turned back to the Weyrlings. "Essa, N'var, please step forward. "N'var, please stand here, and Essa, you here. Now, I want, you N'var to apply pressure to this spot, and you, Essa, make it look as if your applying numbweed here." H'nen instructed the two Weyrlings. "Before you even try to set a broken bone, what are two things you must do first?" He asked of the Weyrlings that were watching.

[HG]

Lessons were not going to be a complete bore today it seemed. The blankets laid out before them and the supplies provided made him curious. No matter what today would hold for them it was sure to be something useful. Only a couple of minutes after he and Nemesyth arrived, the Queen and Essa came walking up. Nem, though quite pleased with herself for being there first said nothing of it to N'var nor to Rhiannoth. She instead greeted the Gold, as if she cared about whether Rhiannoth felt superior or not. Good day Rhiannoth. Your hide is catching the light from the sun beautifully. The large, dark green commented in a friendly tone. She would rather be on Rhiannoth's good side. He shrugged and looked over at his green, “Nemesyth and I are early risers. She's smaller than Rhiannoth so it most likely takes us less time to get ready than it does for you and Rhiannoth.”

N'var looked up from his conversation with Essa to watch his classmates come in. Though he loathed several people in his class they were on the most part agreeable. By now he knew them all on a first name basis and had learned something unique about each person. Whether he wanted to speak to most of them or not was beside the point. He had plans to enact. He needed them to feel he wasn't as bad as they thought he was in the beginning. Of course the people who really hated him were not going to change their minds over night. Especially Razia. If there was one person in the world who annoyed him simply by being allowed to breathe across the room from him it was Razia.

The people he felt the most comfortable talking with were gathering near to him. The best of which had just entered. K'dyn was back to his normal self which was a relief to N'var. He hated to think that the other was having such a hard time adjusting to life with a dragon. Nemesyth had made it clear on impressing to him that there was no going back. If one couldn't go back than there was only one path left to take and that was to continue forward. He was more than ready to start on his way to his new and glorious future as a dragonrider. His smile widened at the greeting. It was nice to have a good friend to rely on through the stresses of Weyrling hood. “Good morning to you as well K'dyn.” He noted the other seemed a little more content with life today.

Giving the brown her attention for a brief moment the green said, We are all looking our best this morning. Although Nemesyth had to believe she was the best looking of the greens even if she wasn't.

At the sound of the Weyrlingmaster's voice a hush came over the class . Nemesyth walked over to the closest blanket and sat down on it. She looked at how Sarkith was laying and tilted her head slightly before then copying him on her own blanket. N'var was about to sit in front of her when the Weyrlingmaster asked for Essa and himself to come forward. Doing as he was told, N'var applied the appropriate pressure to the spot indicated by H'nen.

–

Cupith stood nearer the front than she had in the past. The main reason being that she was so small and had trouble seeing over the larger dragons. Another reason was that Vaylee insisted on being close to the front so her attention was not taken off of the lesson. She could easily be distracted by people she knew and wanted to chat to. When B'ren had arrived, she smiled and waved to him. They had been friends for a long time, having known many of the same people growing up and remaining within the same clique of people. Vaylee was happy for him that he had impressed a Bronze. He was a good fit for one although a green might have suited him just as well if had ever shown the slightest interest in men. He had more than enough interest in women that was for sure. She however, had never fallen victim to his flirtations. Vaylee had always preferred men of a higher age and maturity than herself.

Her attention diverted to other people entering. They seemed to be arriving in clumps now. She knew that Zaylee would take a seat next to her but the other side was open. Vaylee looked up in time to see Aisyn and smiled to the other young woman. “Good Morning Aisynn.” She said, voice as sweet and soft as ever. She also noted that Anaryn had seated herself toward the back and waved to her. She could see better up here if she wanted to join them. Besides, she might be able to get her some fellis juice during their lunch break should the other girl be in a great amount of pain. Although if one used Fellis too much it could become addictive she doubted Anaryn would use it without great need.

The Weyrlingmaster's voice cut through any and all conversations, immediately the voices hushed and whithered away to silence. Cupith walked daintily over to her blanket and laid on it. This would be a great place to nap. No nap yet, lovedy. We need to pay attention. The green didn't respond but her eyes whirled and she tried to get into the position that Sarkith was in. Meanwhile Vaylee watched the demonstration and immediately took the opportunity to answer the question.

“Although the first thing one should do in any situation is asses the wound a fracture does not always break the skin. If you know you definitely have a broken bone, you must assess the damage. Compound fractures exist when the bone did not simply break but has other problems, like fragments of bone that you can feel are floating around or the bone having become twisted. You can feel for these things. A simple fracture is just as it sounds... a simple or clean break. For a simple fracture the broken limb should be pulled along the long axis of the bone until a normal looking position is achieved. If the break is a compound fracture don't pull it or try to stick the bone back into the skin. For both, the limb then has to be immobilized.”

–

Or'yn's grasp of on time seemed to mean he had no time to really chat. He waved with a smile to Z'ech, and murmured hello. Taking up a spot behind his sister, Rath was rather large and he didn't want him to block anyone else's view. On the other hand, Or'yn preffered to be farther back in lessons. There was no need to draw undue attention to himself. The Bronzerider had no intention of paying attention the entire lesson. Not only was it nearly impossible but he had a long list of better things they could be doing. Even if the lesson was going to be more hands on, he couldn't see himself sitting there for more than half a candlemark without having to fight the urge to take a snooze.

He spoke to Rath briefly before the WeyrlingMaster began to talk. The Bronze took no time in following what Sarkith had done. He laid on the blanket in front of them and waited. .Yawning into his hand he watched as Essa and N'var began to demonstrate. Oh Faranth, like that young man needed a bigger head than he already had. He again started to look at the other members of his class wondering how they all felt about being dragonriders. It was wildly exciting for him though perhaps the excitement would wear off after a few more months. He couldn't complain, at least his dream had come true.

While the WeyrlingMaster's voice was a familiarity, the soft voice that filled the air around them seemed an otherworldy sound to his ears. Her answer was probably to specific, Or'yn thought remembering that Vaylee had a very pleasant voice and that she was rather pretty too... Not that he was looking. He suddenly felt he was blushing slightly. Better not to think about girls at all till he was older. This was one subject Rath fully agreed with him on. So first they should find out what kind of break it was, then if a simple bone move it around eerrr something like that and make it look normal. After that make sure the person can't move the broken bone. Seemed to make fairly good sense thus far.

[Yuu Kanduet]

J'zen grabbed a blanket as instructed and hastily separated himself from the cloying presence of his numerous classmates. Tyreth followed with a lofty expression and ignored many of the other dragnets as he passed them. Tyreth was still sore with J'zen for not being the first to the lesson, but he was even more sore with those that had beaten him to the lesson. Huffing silently he took his position on the blanket, confident that His already had all the answers but not the care to explain it or how he knew it.

Instead, J'zen meekly went along with the lesson, humoring the Southerners and pretending that he hadn't read and copied most of their most precious teachings and practices. If he wanted, J'zen could probably infiltrate a Hold as a regular weyrling with no one the wiser.

She forgot the greenstick fracture. Since you are still young dragons, your bones will be more malleable and bend substantially before breaking. The likelihood of a clean break in someone as young as you is slim to none. Greenstick fractures are also common is really old adults, and that probably still ring trues in dragons. You see part of the bone remains intact and unbroken. This causes a distinct bend in the injured area of the body, the most common of which would be your legs and wings and maybe the tail. This is bad because there is no distinct deformity to warn of the break. You might continue to injure it because it is hard to locate and still looks and acts functionally.

Tyreth snorted but remained silent. He wanted J'zen to realize just how unimportant his hair was and how important their punctuality was.

[firethorne]

You take too long to get ready, Miiiiiiiinelove. Freyath teased, watching her bonded check her reflection for what was the…sixth time now? Honestly, the green had lost count.

Frowning lightly, obviously merely playing, the former trader quirked a little brow, eyeing the dragoness with an expression mixed of affection and exasperation. Love of my life, I do not think you understand. Phaerie returned with a wink. Just because you always look beautiful doesn’t mean we all do. I have to work for it. You wake up gorgeous. Grinning, the girl ran the brush through her hair one last time before turning away from her mirror.

Wiggling a bit, the green straightened at the praise, holding her head slightly higher than before. Hmm, that’s true enough. Freyath agreed, prancing over towards her bonded. But for whom? It isn’t as if I wish to impress any of those dreadful males. The hatchling snorted, her eyes whirling a bit faster. Now Rhiannoth…there is a dragon I wish to impress. She sighed. The ladygold is a true wonder.

Shaking her head, Phaerie jogged over and pulled out some of her older clothing for lessons. It didn’t matter how she looked, because all of the weyrlings would end up filthy by the end of the day anyhow. Come now, love. One day you will find a guy that sweeps you off your feet, and you’ll learn that not all men are bad, and not all women are good. With that, the two left their room, heading towards the lesson grounds. They had already eaten and bathed, human and dragon alike, and so were fresh and ready to go.

Upon approaching, they found Essa near N’var…again, and K’dyn close by. Great, just great. Why did the goldrider have to be so friendly with them? Essa was her best friend, but the two holders, well, they hated her. Sighing softly to herself, Phaerie approached the little group, studiously ignoring the fact that she despised those two men. “Good morning Essa! And Rhiannoth!” The trader said enthusiastically, quickly wrapping her arms around the other girl in a brief hug. Pulling back, she glanced at the others, face slipping into a guarded expression. “And good morning N’var…and K’dyn.” Phae said, attempting to be civil at the very least. If Essa liked them…well, then they had to posses some redeeming traits, right?

Meanwhile, Freyath moved closer as well, though she had no reservations like her rider did. Good morning, lovely Rhiannoth. You look beautiful beyond compare. The dragonet complimented sincerely, then moved her attention to the much darker green. And to you as well, sister Nemesyth. How enchanting is your dark hide in the light. Dipping to her to both of her sisters, she then snorted as she caught sight of Poseideth. And brother…well, good morning. She added icily, eyeing the brown in what could almost be called an unfriendly manner.

Finally, as lessons started, they took the blanket nearest Essa and Rhiannoth to listen. This time, Phaerie was quickly immersed in H’nen’s voice, determined to learn all she could about helping her believed green.