Weyrling Lesson 2: First-Aid

[Ise]

The morning of the second Weyrling lesson started out much the same as the first. An hour before the lesson would begin, Toroth called out to the young dragons letting them know how much time they had and that class would be in the Weyrling barracks. U’ski was also a little more prepared, having actually had the time to enjoy his own breakfast before setting up the barracks for the lesson.

When the Weyrlings entered, they would find U’ski still nursing a cup of klah with a small sample of first aid supplies laid out on the tables. At the front of the room were large charts showing the skeletal structure of dragons, as well as others underneath that couldn’t be seen yet. As the Weyrlings entered, the blue rider instructed them to leave their dragonets at the back of the room and take a seat.
“Today we’re going to be learning some basic first-aid. I assume most of you know some first-aid when it comes to treating people so we’re going to focus more on dragon first-aid then do a little refresher on what you can do when a person is injured.”

Weyrlings
Marlaey and Gold Elynth
R’kin and Bronze Krestanovith
J’von and Brown Mnemoth
P’lel and Brown Revyketh
G’off and Blue Danuth
S’len and Blue Fenrith
T’mar and Blue Petroth
A'lan and Green Felicath
Aneisia and Green Bealveth
Eira and Green Siath
K’len and Green Rhyseth
Z’ten and Green Deynzith

OOC Note: I will be using this site as a reference for Dragon first-aid

HG and Naqaiah, your characters aren't late to the lesson unless you want them to be since you both have good reasons for not posting yet

[blue]

Once again, Eira was up early along with her little green. Breakfast happened first with a couple cups of Klah along with a couple of rolls to go along with it while Siath ate up her meat chunks. The bathing and oiling went on fine seeing as Siath wasn't exactly the type to squirm much. A quick stop at the girls quarters had Eira changing into a cleaner dress along with getting her dark hair brushed and braided to keep it out of the way. ”You seem excited for this!” Siath mentioned cheerfully and the young woman actually grinned at her Siath.

”That I am, this is possibly the one thing I'm confident in. I already started looking into dragon healing more as a curiosity and a lot of it I find rather...Easy.” She thought as she lead the dragonet into the room. ”That's good, I knew you were itching to help heal those girls when I impressed you.” Siath thought knowing that Eira tended to lean heavily on the healing side of things. It was where she was most comfortable at.

Nodding her head in greeting to the weyrling master, Eira patted Siath's long neck as she left the green in the back as instructined. The young green would be okay sitting with her brothers and sisters. Watching her rider move up to the front, Eira sat down and was already taking a glance and the very basic first aid kit provided. She was already getting a little bit fidgety, this was one subject she was very excited to learn about and the young woman was hoping she would do a good job with it as well.

[parallel]

Marlaey/Elynth

Elynth had woken Marlaey up early that morning with rumblings of discontent. Rolling over in her bed, Marlaey blinked at her shimmering gold. I'm not shimmering Mine! I'm itching again... Marlaey couldn't help but laugh at the look of utter hopelessness on the gold's face. "Don't worry love, we'll get you sorted!"

Once the little queen was bathed at oiled she felt much better, much happier about the day ahead. We have a lesson to get to Marlaey, Toroth calls. Marlaey nodded and handed Elynth the last chunk of meat before going to clean herself and grab a bite to eat.

By the time they were both ready the sun was well and truly up. "It's such a beautiful day!" Marlaey exclaimed as the pair made their way down to the weyrbowl. Elynth was beside her, following a little more slowly than she would have liked, but that was the price you paid for not tripping. She was glowing with pride in herself once she reached the weyrlingmasters, having not fallen at all! She mantled her wings and trilled a very sing song greeting to those already here. Marlaey said hello to Eira before taking a seat and listening to what their lesson would be about today.

P'lel/Revyketh

Revyketh was eagerly rooting around the room looking for the oiling pot P'lel kept for him. He snuffled through some clothes and found himself face to face with Rollitum's purring presence. Hello there little Tum! He nosed the furry kitten, having grown very found of her. Although as usual he either pretended to or actually did confuse her gender. To him Rollitum was his best little friend, his little "man"! But right now, the oil must be found. He trotted over to P'lel's bed and flapped his wings, attempting to get his attention.

P'lel jolted awake and sat up, "Everything alright?" he asked worriedly.

Revyketh flicked his tail back and forth, I'm hungry and itchy! Kialio fluttered from his roost above P'lel's head and chittered at the brown, annoyed at being woken up. But the young dragon ignored him and continued to pester his rider. Once P'lel was up, things got moving along much quicker. With Revyketh clean, oiled and fed, he lay on the floor waiting for his rider to get ready.

Rollitum wanted to follow them out to the bowl, but P'lel wasn't sure she'd be allowed attend a lesson. Oh let him come P'lel! He likes following me! Look! Rev demonstrated by ambling down the corridor and Rollitum quickly chased after him. P'lel rolled his eyes and gave in, allowing the kitten to come along. "But if Toroth eats her don't blame me!"

They reached the other weyrlings and settled down. Kialio had decided to fly off and pursue other interests while Rollitum curled up under Rev's protective wing.

[kirensilverfox]

Rhyseth nudged K'len to get him up. K'len looked over and smiled as he got up. "I know, I know duty calls. " K’len made sure the kitty was tucked up safe and warm in the bed after he made it. Cause they kitten like to laze around all day while he was in class. He was glad halo was not as adventures as his siblings. He hurried and fed Rhyseth making sure she was bathed and oiled well before bathing and changing himself and then going to grab a quick meal. He hurried to the classroom some mornings are difficult to get motivated but today for him wasn't one of them. He ran over the checklist in his head and made sure he didn't forget anything. He sure hoped he didn't forget anything. He left Rhyseth at the back of the class as instructed. He then took a seat and looked to the front of the class at the supplies and charts in the front of the class.

[wolflover1458]

J'von had woken in the extreme hours of the morning. He thought it might have been due to Mnemoth, who been going in and out of a restless sleep, while never really truly waking. He had stayed awake on his bed for some time, eventually dozing off again just as the sun began to rise, but soon found himself being nudged awake by Mnemoth. Did you not hear Toroth, J'von? We have our next lesson in an hour. For all of the Brown's seeming lack of proper sleep during the night, he seemed to be well rested. J'von rubbed the sleepiness out of his eyes and got up, careful to pick up Ebony, who had crawled on top of him and fallen asleep. The little kitten awoke immediately and mewed slightly. He gently placed her back down on the bed, where she curled up again, watching him silently. By the time he had finished getting himself ready, she was asleep again. J'von decided to leave her there. From what he knew of her, she wasn't likely to wander around while he was gone, or damage anything.

He then headed out with Mnemoth. The Brown requested that they oil his hide again. J'von's desire of making sure Mnemoth was completely clean won out over his desire of making sure they were not late, and he spent a fair amount of time scrubbing the dragon down. And Mnemoth wasn't even near full growth yet. This was going to end up taking longer and longer. Luckily, J'von would probably start getting better and better at it.

The pair then proceeded to feed Mnemoth, who had started requesting to be fed halfway through his bath. J'von was careful to cut the pieces up into small bites, despite Mnemoth's assurances that this was unnecessary, and he was in no danger of choking. Plus, he was so very hungry, and cutting them up took so much time. J'von ignored these protests. He wasn't going to let Mnemoth stuff himself on a piece of meat far to big for him to swallow. That was a safety hazard, no matter what the dragon said, and if he got all messy, they would have to give him another bath.

They finally proceeded down to the classroom, with a few minutes to spare before the lesson started. There were probably others who had gotten there far earlier, but it didn't matter much to J'von. As long as they got there before the lesson started, there was no need to show up an hour or so early. That just led to sitting around waiting, even if it did leave time for socialization. Not that he was one to want to spend a lot of time in a room full of other people.

He left Mnemoth in the back, giving the dragon one last pat before heading forward to sit with the other weyrlings closer to U'ski. It looked as though they wouldn't be dealing directly with their dragons. At least not at the beginning, anyways.

[freya]

R'kin was sleeping when his bronze came over to his bed and then with a glint of trouble in his eyes flipped the mattress. The bronze weyrling rider went into the floor then moved around quickly saying, "Krestanovith," as the bronze dragon just went outside the barracks. ""We are late,"
said Krestanovith to his rider telepathically and R'kin just muttered under his breath. The rider got dressed in brown pants and a long sleeve grey shirt then went with his dragon to feed him. While he fed him meat then looked around realizing that he should have gotten up a hour earlier. His dragon always ate first then he went over to get some klah and bread then was ready to go. He went to the weyrbowl and entered with his dragnet who went to sit with the other dragons.

His dragon he could already see the size difference compared to the others. R'kin noticed that only the Queen Elynth was bigger then his bronze and then took a seat noticing that the others still hadn't arrived. The situation made him feel better because he hated to arrive late yet he hated to get out of bed. His bed was one of his favorite spots and then waited for the lesson to begin. The lesson would involve healing which he knew nothing about so he had a lot to learn. His old line of work as a weaver didn't really allow for healing learning.

[Ise]

For once, Sorlen decided to actually make an effort to get to weyrling lessons on time. Though it wasn’t totally his idea. Fenrith had insisted they he act like a semi-responsible person for once. The last time Sorlen decided not to do what his blue insisted, he had been forced to go to the infirmary for a dragon bite. From finger tips to elbow, his right arm was now wrapped in bandages.

So the Holdless man had woken up early, fed his dragon before being dragged down to the lake. Sorlen was just thankful that he had a blue instead of one of those massive dragons. Scrubbing his dragon took long enough, he didn’t want to know how much earlier the gold or bronze rider had to get up to properly take care of their dragons. Once Fenrith’s hide was shiny with oil, Sorlen returned to the barracks room long enough to change into something dry before going to the lesson.

Though they were still some of the last people to show up, they weren’t the very last this time. Sorlen left Fenrith in the back with the other dragons before taking a seat off to the side where he’d be far away from the others but could still kind of make out the charts U’ski had behind him.

“Deynzith, we’re going to be late.”
Z’ten quickly shut his mouth as his dragon whipped her head around and gave him a death glare. The young man quickly returned to oiling his dragon. He had already oiled her three times but she still didn’t feel she looked shiny enough. And the idea of going to lessons not looking perfect was unforgivable to the green. She had already informed him that she would rather miss their lesson then go if she had even a single flaw on her hide.

With how vein Deynzith could be, Z’ten was surprised she wasn’t a gold.

It didn’t help that Z’ten couldn’t even figure out what flaw his green was seeing. Her clover hide was perfect; no dry patches, no marks, nothing. And yet Deynzith continued to insist that it wasn’t perfect. At least he wasn’t going to have to worry about his hands or arms every drying out with how much oil he had gotten on them.

“My sweet and perfect Deynzith, unless you can point out a spot I’ve missed I’m done oiling you.”
He knew he hadn’t missed a spot. With how many baths and oilings the green demanded, he was a pro with them. He said a silent prayer as the dragon looked herself over as best she could in the dim pre-dawn light.
Hm this is… acceptable. Though we really must do something about you Z’tenMine. I expect better from you. Now hurry, we can’t be late for lessons.[/color]

The young man shook his head in disbelief but couldn’t hide his grin. He walked quickly back to the Weyr, wiping his oily hands on his shirt. He didn’t have time to really clean himself up but he’d at least be able to grab a fresh shirt to wear. Sending Deynzith ahead to the class room, Z’ten stopped long enough in the barracks room to toss his dirty shirt on his bed and grab a clean one. He pulled it on as he quickly rushed into the class room and took the seat next to J’von.

U’ski greeted his students as they came in and found a place to sit. Once they had all gotten settled in, U’ski walked up to the chat he had out and started the lesson.

“As I’m sure you can tell, this is the skeletal structure of a dragon. Because dragons go Between when they die, we can’t know for sure that this is how their skeleton actually looks. We do know that their bones are ten times stronger then our own. A dragon breaking a bone is a rare thing, when it does happen its often in the very young or the very old. Until your dragon has reached their full size, they need to be careful . Even when they’re full grown, it’ll still take another two months for their bones to fully strengthen. The wings are especially fragile right now and breaking one of them could cause them to be permanently crippled.”

He paused for a moment to let that sink in as he started to pick through the supplies of healing gear he had.
“Should your dragon have an accident and break a bone, immobilize them immediately. You’ll need to get their weight off the injury, so if they’ve broken a leg, have them lay on their opposite side. A tail is an easy one to get the weight off of but immobilizing it is harder. Your dragon or someone near by will need to alert the Dragonhealers so they can come and properly take care of the injury. Then try to determine what kind of break it is. Can anyone tell me what the different types of fracture are?”

[blue]

As the others entered the room, she lightly nodded to most of them and replied with a soft hello back to Marlaey. She did completely ignore the holdless boys though, the young woman was not going to be talking to them anytime soon if she could help it. Besides, the older one in her opinion deserved being bit for not listening to his lifemate if someone were to ask her. She may not of originally wanted to be a dragonrider but she at least knew that the dragonets needed theirs to take care of them properly.

”You do not like them very much do you my Eira?” Siath asked curiously before the lesson started. ”Correct, I'll help the older one's arm if I have to but, I will not be happy doing it. I just don't trust them.” Eira thought back as U'ski started the lesson, she listened carefully and her head lightly bobbing in thought. When the question came about, a small smile graced her lips and her hand raised rather quickly, her arm stretching out fully before she was allowed to answer. “Simple, Comminuted, and Greenstick.” She told the weyrling master, she figured to just answer what he asked even though she knew which fracture was what and she also knew the type of fracture. Still, she would raise her hand before each question to give someone else a chance if they happened to know it themselves.

[wolflover1458]

The classroom had slowly filled up as everyone entered. J'von watched silently as they all came in. Soon, they were all nicely settled down and ready to begin the lesson. U'ski went straight to a chart of his and show them the structure of a dragon. J'von looked it over with some interest. Of course, they couldn't possibly hope to understand anything else about dragons if they all went between. It would definitely have been nice to get some better information, but J'von didn't think he'd want the bodies of dragons anyways. It would be so... odd. Perhaps it was for the best that they disappeared. Besides, as long as people had enough rudimentary knowledge to heal sick or injured dragons, they hardly needed to know anything else about them, even if it would have been good for science.

U'ski then told them all what to do should their dragon break a bone. Mnemoth did not seem to think that was at all likely, but J'von listened anyways. If it did happen, he wanted to be able to fix it. Mnemoth would not appreciate being permanently injured because J'von hadn't known how to care for him properly. U'ski then asked them what the different types of fractures were. J'von had heard of them before, but wasn't entirely certain if he was correct, and while he was debating over whether or not he should risk answering, someone else answered. It was quite a relief to have the question out of the way. J'von didn't mind having an answer to the question in his mind. Actually answering the question was a different thing. He didn't want to be wrong. J'von settled down and watched U'ski, wondering how much of this they would be able to cover during the lesson. There had to be a lot of information on dragon anatomy, and he wasn't really sure if it would be a good thing if they could cover everything people knew about dragons in one lesson.

[samiam]

A'lan had woken early, ever the dutiful rider. He was used to it anyways. Life on a cothold started early, and his duties in the weyr were far more enjoyable than mucking out the wherry pens. Felicath, aware of her rider's need for sleep had been sitting over him, eyes whirling with flecks of red.

"I itch, please oil me," she had said, standing politely, but obviously uncomfortable.

The job of raising a baby dragon was hard work, but rewarding, and Felicath's purrs of happiness as he oiled her reminded him how lucky he was to be himself. Early mornings with what had become his closest and dearest friend were some of the best moments of his life. "Mine as well, Mine" the little green's mindvoice replied. They had noticed some of the other weyrlings up and about, but A'lan hadn't become close with any of them yet. The past several days had been spent in a whirl of feeding, bathing, oiling, lessons, and (precious little) sleep, lending little time to build close friendships.

"I am hungry as well, when we finish," Felicath reminded him, catching A'lan just as he was about to daydream off. "Right," he replied, slathering her back with a handful of oil and rubbing it into her hide.

About half an hour later, the two broke their fast after A'lan chopped up what seemed to be two full herdbeasts for his dragon, although in reality it was not quite that much. Still, he was constantly amazed by how much the young dragons ate. They seemed to have bottomless pits for stomachs, he mused as he headed to grab a bowl of porridge and a cup of klah then returned to finish his meal with Felicath.

"Toroth and U'ski requires us for lessons soon, she said before gulping down another gobbet of herdbeast.

A'lan sighed before quickly spooning down his food. That was the way of things. Never a moment to relax around here. At least he didn't have a bronze. Krestanovith was getting large, and he did not envy having to oil and bathe all that dragon several times a day, much less keep up with the massive food intake. Felicath was enough work.

"I am sorry I am so much work," Felicath apologized, nuzzling his arm with her muzzle. A'lan grinned scratching her behind her eye ridge. You're not work, mine, he responded, but you do need to finish eating if we're going to make it to lessons on time. There's no sense in keeping U'ski waiting.

After grabbing a clean tunic and pair of trousers and scrubing his arms and face in a washbasin, A'lan and Felicath entered the classroom with a few moments to spare. Felicath took up her place in the back of the room with the other dragons, knodding congenially to her clutchmates. A'lan took a seat near Z'ten, another greenrider as U'ski started his lesson.

While he was no healer, A'lan had dealt with injured herdbeasts at his father's cothold, so most of the basic first aid for broken bones was familiar to him. His mind flashed back to a steer that had broken his leg in a rut, remembering how the beast bellowed and flailed as he and his father had tried to set the leg.

"I am no herdbeast, Mine," Felicath reminded him. "They taste good and are stupid, and I am a dragon," she added, matter-of-factly, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

This brought a smirk to A'lan's lips as he turned his mind back to the lesson.

[parallel]

Marlaey/Elynth

Once the rest of the class had settled down, Marlaey's wandering gaze had found it's way to the charts. The WeyrlingMaster began to speak about them now and Marlaey decided she needed to pay extra attention. Though she had skills in observation and could accurately describe every proportion of a dragon, all thanks to her artistic hobbies, she had no knowledge of healing whatsoever. IT wouldn't do much good if she could see there was a problem and not be able to fix it. She glanced back at her dragon, feeling Elynth's soft mind against her own. It was a reassuring feeling that she indulged in quite often now.

Returning her thoughts back to the lesson at hand she listened carefully to U'ski. A twinge of worry made her frown slightly, breaking a wing could permanently cripple a dragonet? Oh that wasn't good. And Elynth was quite a clumsy gold, the hatching at least had proved that. But she was trying her best now Marlaey thought, even this morning she took her time walking down to the lesson. Still, better to know what to do if something bad were to happen. She looked up at the chart once more, studying it. When the WeyrlingMaster asked a question, she knew she didn't know the answer, she was here to learn it. But Eira answered quickly enough, clearly confident in her knowledge. Marlaey smiled, impressed.

Elynth purred and looked around at her fellow clutchmates, noticing how small they all were in comparison to her. She decided she would like to get to know some of them better. She had spoken with Krestanovith before, but none of the others in particular. Her swirling eyes invited conversation as she made herself more comfortable.

P'lel/Revyketh

P'lel had a little knowledge of healing, only minimal in comparison to what was necessary, but it had kept him healthy enough so far. However now he had a dragon to think about, not just himself. Actually, no, that was wrong. He had a dragon, a fire lizard and a kitten to think about. The odds of something going wrong suddenly increased in his mind and he focused on every word U'ski said. Thankfully he'd never had much trouble with Kialio, the little bronze was generally too timid to get himself into too much danger and he was sure his new feline would be able to handle herself once she got older. So that left him with a greater responsibility over his baby dragon. I'm not a baby! Revyketh commented indignantly. P'lel ignored him, looking at the chart U'ski was pointing to.

He knew the answer to the question the WeyrlingMaster posed, but another weryling got there before him. What was her name? He really should know by now. Siath's, Rev supplied. Very helpful P'lel thought...

Revyketh, feeling comfortable, swung his head around to the nearby green. She was very pretty indeed. He chirped softy to her, not wanting to interrupt the class, but still wanting to get to know her. Good morning Siath, how are you and yours feeling today? Rollitum was sound asleep beneath his wing, barely noticeable, content to be near him.

[Ise]

“Correct Eira. Simple breaks are just a clean break through the bone. A comminuted break is when the bone shatters and breaks into fragments. Greensticks are the ones we have to worry about the most, they’re a split that happens in immature bones. They’re also the easiest for the healers to take care of. Immobilizing the bone and resting it are very important for those kinds of breaks. But if they’re cared for properly and quickly your dragon will be fine.”

U’ski took the skeletal picture down, replacing it with one that showed a diagram of the different wound types.

“Wounds are another common injury, even more so while your dragons are still a bit clumsy. They’re the same as they are for humans and most of them are cared for in the same way as well. You have incisions, clean cuts; lacerations, rough tears; abrasions, the hide is scraped off; punctures, small entry but deep wounds; and Threadsore, an incision with a burn. Incisions and punctures are both rare for dragons as most things can’t cleanly cut through a dragons tough hide. Abrasions are the most common of them, especially during Weyrlinghood while your dragons are still getting use to their size. Before you start to treat your dragon, you must disinfect your hands with redwort. Next, remove any foreign objects from the wound; dirt, rocks, whatever. Some of it might be come out with a quick water rinse, bigger things you’ll have to remove yourself. Disinfect the wound with redwort then slather on the numbweed to take care of the pain. While on humans numbweed acts almost instantly, it takes a little longer for it to work on dragons thanks to their thick hide. If the wound is still ichoring, cover it with a cloth bandage then put more numbweed on.”
The blue rider gestured to the chart as he talked about each wound type before he showed the different bottles and jars with redwort and numbweed in them.

“If you don’t properly clean your hands or the wound your dragon may get an infection. Anyone other then Eira know some of the different signs of infection?”

[blue]

Eira smiled slightly as she nodded, glad she did in fact answered the question correctly. Honestly, the idea of a dragon breaking a wing and being crippled was something that made sense to Eira. After all, a broken leg that did not heal properly could permanently cripple a human being. Listening to U'ski, she nodded slightly and mentally took her notes while Siath watched her. The green knew her rider was participating in a lesson that had ties to what she used to do on a daily basis. She also knew it was something that Eira greatly enjoyed and would continue to enjoy for the rest of her life.


In the back of her mind, the young woman hoped her skills would help during a threadfall for not only her fellow classmates and their dragons, but also her own. ”They will be my Eira.” Siath told her gently before turning towards Revyketh as he chirped softly to her. A soft trill of curiosity left her as her head tilted at her brown brother before he spoke to her. ”We are both fine thank you Revyketh.” The green responded politely. ”And yours? He seems to be paying attention like mine is...Was he a healer?”

While the dragons in the back were free to talk, Eira paid attention to the next question. It was probably a good idea that she had answered the last one, she known the signs of infections for humans but, she did not know what were the exacts one's for dragons. Pus-like discharges from the open wound were probably one but it really was a question she did not know were the exact answers, at the very least for the dragons.

[freya]

Aneisia sat listening to the lesson as her green Bealveth sat in the back and was resting. She looked at the weyrlingmaster and listened to the lesson about healing. While she had some experience with basic wounds it was fascinating to learn about new things. The young green weyrling wore her hair down and a blue dress with her black boots that we're basic outfit for going out. She hated to wear pants with shirts and thought that dresses made her look more feminine. While it has kept her female while she would wear riding gear in the field here this was just a lesson.

"You need to listen," said Bealveth in her rider's mind and it made her to focus. Her Bealveth was very much on her lessons and wanted to be more then the average green. The young rider just kept listening to the lesson as she looked around there we're so few of them unlike the last clutch. She wondered would they really be enough to stand against holdless and thread one day.

[HG]

Weyrling Lessons were important to keeping up with Danuth’s care and for that reason he made every effort to attend lessons. He was quick to decide they needed to be up early to eat and bathe before lessons otherwise neither one of them would be able to focus much. G’off was good to make sure they were on time to lessons and Danuth rewarded his rider with kind words. The bond between the two was growing and G’off even had to admit that he trusted the dragon with his life. The rest of them not yet but he could perhaps someday.

He arrived behind some of the others, Danuth stood next to his twin brother in the back of the room leaving G’off alone to proceed forward. He chose to sit near P’lel. Hoping that would not cause the other any discomfort. They were almost friends right? He’d never really had a friend before. Sure his brother had taken him under his wing a couple of times but they never had fun together. So they were not friends. Besides his brother believed dragons were bad. Danuth was good.

Paying attention was easy for G’off. He was great at listening and remembering what he heard. However he knew next to nothing about first aid. Pretty much in the world he was from, people who were injured enough to need a lot of attention were left to the few who did know healing herbs and such. He was never really around them. They all seemed to have a screw or two loose.

He listened to the answers Eira provided although he was certain someone else in the room must know about this stuff too. Weren’t people at the Weyr educated? He saw that most of the others seemed just as clueless as himself and felt a bit better about his lack of knowledge on the subject. Do me a favor Danuth, don’t break a bone. Cause I can tell you right now it won’t be good. Course I won’t G’off. Not on purpose. Silly two legged.