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Posted: Jan 1 2010, 03:47 PM
Member No.: 11
Joined: 10-May 09
Leader: M'joldnir and Bronze Citreth
D'gan and Blue Linarith
F'rion and Green Appalieth
Leader: F'ryn and Brown Incarnath
R'hit and Chrome Indigolith
Brienne and Green Swath
Leader: S'lin and Sable Seleniuth
Marli and Mauve Sugilith
N'lan and Blue Saphoreth
Finger and Blue Frostith
Karla and Mauve Vesuviath
Sitting out due to Injury: Serinja and Green Jaspith
E'uan grunted as he sat down on the stool in the Weyrbowl someone had left for him. He wasn't that old! Sulking, he ran through the memories of the things his Weyrlings had been taught over the last four months, from the basics like first aid, shoulder knots, and feeding, to more complicated lessons like firestone selection and threadfall charting. They had been drilled in moving on the ground the way they would in the sky, but this was the first time riders were allowed to mount their dragons, and it was the first time they'd be working in "wings".
Some of them were still going to need work in the second half of the lesson, a lecture on how to conduct themselves properly at the upcoming Gather. Finger, or Fletch, or Ava--whichever was actually her real name, and E'uan's money was on Ava--had lost her slot as wingleader in these drills for having the gall to reach across the table and steal a wherry drumstick from E'uan's plate. At least they all had mastered talking solely through their bond, something that would come in handy for the upcoming lesson. He shifted positions on the three-legged stool.
I see someone's not complaining about that chair anymore, Cirdoth teased. Oh, just call them already.
E'uan says you are to come to the Weyrbowl for lessons at once. Check the posting for your wing assignments, and your riders had better come on time and in full riding gear if they know what's good for them.
Posted: Jan 8 2010, 01:31 PM
Member No.: 3
Joined: 7-April 09
After checking the list, R'hit wasn't sure quite how to react to who his "wingmates" would be this time around. Well....according to the list. E'uan could always change it up in order to have full teams of three, depending on who showed up. He wasn't sure exactly who might show up this time. S'lin hadn't exactly attended the first lesson and who knew with everyone else. Well, he was just going to have to go there and find out who showed up. Supposedly, he would be in the Beta Wing with F'ryn with his brown, Incarnath; and Brienne with her green, Swath. Already having collected his riding gear, R'hit merely put the gear on and then asked, "Indigolith, are you sure that you're going to be strong enough for this?" I think I am. it replied, facets whirling a mixture of blue-green and yellow.
"All right," the Chromerider agreed, "Let's get moving then." The Chrome and its rider hurried to the Weyrbowl. They were the first ones there as they saw E'uan sitting out there on a stool. Well, it was a change from where R'hit had shown up late to the very first lesson. Things could be different... He still favored his left arm from time to time but it had mainly healed up by now. Where is everyone? the Chrome asked its rider as R'hit and it waited for people to begin to show up. "Getting ready," the Chromerider snapped and they both left it at that.
Posted: Jan 9 2010, 11:54 AM
Member No.: 6
Joined: 10-April 09
Karla was already tugging on her rider's gear before Cirdoth even began to call them. Darya stood like a soldier standing to attention on the chest. She'd told Karla that the Brownrider was getting ready, meaning Karla could get ready quicker. The little Green was so proud that she'd managed to help her, so happy with herself at being able to help her mistress. Veusviath lifted her head to nudge her, purple hide so obviously different. Darya squeaked before clambering down the dragoness's head, wing nearly whacking her in the eye, an act she crooned in apology for. You should teach Trinket to do the same, she told Karla, watching the girl hopping around as she tried to push her leg into the right place. Some how everytime the fire-lizards came into play they ended up talking about Trinket's training. Karla thought it was mighty unfair of Vesuviath to keep picking on her like that. She knew it was just because she wanted her to not have to be told off so much, but still...
"You know that Darya understands thins better, Trinket would get far too easily distracted, and I do like to keep an eye on her," she fretted, glancing over at the sleeping lizard with obvious adoration. Which caused her to fall over. Squeaking she walked on her knees to the bed, using the frame to pull herself up and onto it, By the time she'd managed to get the trousers on her legs were almost straight up in the air, Vesuviath smiling softly at her while Darya lay on her shoulders. Very nice Karla, but shouldn't we be going now? The blond squeaked again as she grabbed her shoes, pulling one on before trying to find her hat and gloves. "Darya, go and check the lists for me?" The sentence was accompanied with an image of the area, everything but the board list she wanted to see in black and white. She pushed the thought of seeing the writing on it to the front, then the thought of Darya looking at it, the little flit sending an image of it to her.
She'll bombard you, she did last time. She laughed, pulling Vesuviath from the room as Darya popped between. Soon enough Karla was almost falling over from the steady stream of images coming from the flitter. Oh, oh, oh, she hadn't asked for that many, or that area - there was only so much the Green could understand, after all. As she tried to shift through the sheer amount of images, Vesuviath nudged her out of the door. So much for saving time. Quickly though, Darya's interest in hovering there waned, and Karla had to constantly remind her of what she wanted until the Green found the list.
"We're with Finger! And Magorian, with Rubellith," she finally cried, calling Darya back quickly, clapping before spinning around. She liked Finger, the girl was was so utterly adorable! That and she was almost positive they got along fairly well. So they were in the Delta wing, was that the least important one? Did it matter? She hoped not, since that would be rather awful to find out that they'd been put in the worst wing for a reason. Darya was quickly pulled down and held in front of Karla's eyes when she appeared from between. They needed riding gear for this, would Darya be welcome? Most likely not, even though it broke Karla's heart to send her away like this.
"Now; you go back and keep an eye on Trinket for me, okay? You can do sentry very well, can't you? Good, off you go, love!" she instructed, the approprite images in the right places. The Green was gone almost as soon as Karla let go. We are doing ground drills again? 'I think so, but we've never had to wear riding gear before. Maybe we're flying!' I am not big enough for that yet, certainly. 'Spoil sport! Ruining all my dreams!' The Mauve said nothing to that as they walked into the Weyrbowl, head lowering in greeting to both Cirdoth and Indigolith.
"Hello Weyrlingmaster E'uan," Karla chirped, bowing quickly to him before moving onto R'hit. She desperately wanted to give him a hug now he was well enough for her to, but she knew he would not take that well at all; though perhaps he needed a hug, he didn't look exactly happy. "R'hit! Are you doing well? Indigolith, you look well! Do you think we're doing drills today?" Her sentences were muddle, the first and last being directed to R'hit, while the middle one was directed at the Chrome itself. She didn't count merely saying his name as a sentence.
Posted: Jan 29 2010, 03:40 PM
Member No.: 27
Joined: 27-January 10
Candidate Rethin made her way back to the Weyrbowl with a basket full of yarn, needles and anything else a weaver would need. She had found most of the stuff in the storage cavern, with the firm assurance that if she could use it she could have it. Rethin had found a stash of things including the basket which had a verity of compartments to store things in. Rethin herself had never been happier. She had more control over her life then she ever had before. She could where what she wanted to wear, do what she wanted to do. Today she wanted to watch the weyrlings, so that is what Rethin would do.
Stepping out into the open, the girl sighed, the stool she had brought out for herself had been taken by an older rider. Not that she'd dare ask for it back, he was still a dragonrider after all and slightly scary looking at that. She had sat it out there so she could watch the young dragons while she worked on her crocheting skills and not have to sit on the cold hard ground. Still grumbling about her stolen stool, the candidate found a nice place to sit where the wind wouldn't chill her badly. The ground itself was as freezing as she had feared. Rethin would deal with it if it meant she could watch dragons fly.
As more and more dragons showed up, Rethin felt a little excited and a little awed by their beauty. She had not quite gotten used by the sight of them, let alone the off-colored ones, but Rethin found that it didn't disturb her either. She was fascinated by the new colors as well as the old. To ride one of them, to have that bond. A dragon wouldn't care if she liked women instead of men. A dragon wouldn't judge her off hand. Rethin would do anything for that. The apprentice weaver glanced down at her work.
"Shard it all!" There was a knot in her yarn. Now that was annoying. Rethin had to undo two entire lines to fix it. She could try and hide it...no Rethin took pride in her work, which meant she had to undo it. Scorch her perfectionist ways.