Candidate class 1, candidates assemble!

[Nitefleur]

Heading the candidate class was a person who’s hard face could likely intimidate or at least unsettle even Weyrleader R’yn. Of course that was to be expected from a former female Weyrleader. Fl’ite had been invited to join Kazyeh weyr and she had accepted inviting the queen rider from her time over as well. The young but full grown golds of the weyr in the future she had led would do the job as they should, and it was time to let the next in line learn a little. Kaz also needed a few seasoned but still young riders to run things. Fl’ite for now would be Wingleader to the younger crop, as well as a drill master .

She had posted notice for all candidates to meet in the classroom and 10AM sharp. There was a desk for each student, with an overturned cup on it. The cups were not to be touched, and she expected the candidats to take a seat and wait for instructions.

[ag_dragoon]

Naboru made her way to the classroom. It was early but she was on her way. With a stretch and in her normal clothes she would just wear long slack pants and a sleaveless shirt. She had been out training thats for sure but she was back now in the Weyr, if thats what you could call it. With a sigh she looked around. She felt like the only candidate sometimes. With a sigh she would just put up her hair and then walk into the room. "Seems I am first." She said looking around staying standing up.

She had stood last hatching but thats what she wanted. She left the Weyr during the hatching and thats why. She didn't want a dragon then... not yet. With a soft yawn she looked around again.

ooc- sorry so short on vacation and headed out xD

[Nitefleur]

"Take your seat" Fl'ite directed to the first of the candidates. Her sharp eyes casting a glance Naboru. The thread scarring on the woman's face only served to make her more menacing.

Naboru was followed shortly by a young girl. Her hair pitch black and perfect ringlet curls. She had a wide grin on her cherub like face and honey brown eyes framed by feminine and long black lashes. "Fleurite your teaching!" She said with a tone of familiarity.

Fl'ite nodded "Toolehne take your seat, and you will refer to me as Candidate mast Fl'ite or Wingleader Fl'ite. You shall not receive special permissions within my classes" She said in a bland and steady tone.

"It's Tooly, not Toolehne, I dun like that name and why can't I, is no fun. Your just mean to me!" She said with a pout and plopped into a seat in the middle row. She poked at the overturned mug and it rattled. She began to lift the mug only for a hand to slam the mug back down.

"You are not to touch the mug until I give instructions to do so, if you persist, sister or not I shall remove you from my class" Fl'ite said sternly giving no special treatment to her own younger sister. Fl'ite returned to the front of the classroom.

A very small figure peeked into the doorway. She seemed a wraith in her over sized clothing. Sahd looked around very warily and quietly took a seat at the back. The desk only dwarfed her as she tried to make herself likely as small as possible.

[Kaz]

Malarci wasn’t one to be late for the first candidate lesson, but he didn’t want to be the first to arrive either. He decided to take a pleasant to the classroom, arriving behind some others. That was fine, arriving in the middle was good. He nodded to the candidates already there and then to the candidate Master. He nodded politely to her, not a young man of that many words. He then made his way to one of the desks, sitting down and not touching the cup but wondering what the purpose of it might be.
Stretching out his long legs he jogged the desk, but the cup remained as it had been placed. He allowed himself a half grin, thinking it wouldn’t have been a good start if he had knocked the cup off the table.


Kalieta really had so much to do. She still was doing Harper duties as well as needing to attend candidate lessons. She had been all set to copy some old hides that she had found in the records room, but that had to wait now that she was called to the classroom for the first candidate lesson. She knew it was important, but she really had to get the hides copied, the Harper Hall wanted them, they were old songs and she wasn’t sure if they had copies of them. She had never seen the songs before.

She entered the classroom, her mind still on her copy. She acknowledged all those around her, smiling at Fl’ite, wondering what today’s lesson would cover. Hopefully she would have some time afterwards to attend to harper business, it was going to get complicated if she had to juggle both being a candidate and a Harper, but she would manage, she liked a challenge and this would certainly prove that.

[Nitefleur]

Fl'ite eyed the candidate, before walking from behind her desk. "You are candidates, potential dragonriders. You may have dreams of bronze and gold but there is no guarantee that you will even impress. Would you scorn a dragon of blue brown or green if such a dragon finds you worthy?" She asked but continued before anyone could answer.

"I am a brownrider, am I lesser because the hide of my Stealth does not glimmer? No. It is important to remember every color from green to gold is important, each color has its strengths and weaknesses and it up to you if you are so lucky as to impress to find your own path and put in the work required" She went to an empty desk and lifted the mug a marble was underneath it. "Each of you have a different color marble, please state the strengths and weaknesses of a dragon with the corresponding color. "

Marlarci's marble was bronze, Kalieta's blue, Naboru's gold, Tooly's was green and Sahd had brown.

[HorseMage]

Angela was late! She has seen the notice for the candidates to assemble, but had been unable to read it. She had pondered for several moments, before finding someone and asking them to read it for her. When they told her that the candidates were gathering at ten, Angela realised she was already late.

Angela had been running hard for several minutes, and could feel the breath catching in her chest. However, she couldn't slow down until she found her class.
Eventually, Angela reached the room in which she knew the lesson was being held, and shoved the door open. She half-ran inside, and stood at the front of the class puffing. Tere were five other candidates, each on looking at a different marble, and the instructor was standing at the front of the room.

"Sorry...I'm late..." Angela gasped. She smiled slowly, unsure of what to do. A table nearby was empty, so Angela sat down in it, and turned to face the front.
"Are we studying marbles," she asked. "What do they have to do with dragons." She smiled eagerly, showing that she wasn't making a joke in what she said. Angela was exactly the brightest of girls.

[Nitefleur]

Fl'ite gave Angela a steady look. "In the future I expect you to be prompt, and come to class in a timely manner, you will clean the stalls later today to make up for your tardiness" She said giving Angela no special treatment. Fl'ite was not the type to give special care or concern to any candidate. It was part of becoming stronger, to find ways around weaknesses and adapt.

Tooly grinned at Angela, poking her from the desk behind. "The marbles are dragon colors we're suppose to say what we know about the dragon color that we get...it's under the mug" She whispered.

Angela's marble was blue.

Fl'ite spoke "State your name and tell me about your dragon color."

Tooly spoke up "I got green! Oh and I'm Tooly! Greens are small but pretty. They're girls and but don't have babies. They don't fly as long as other dragon"

[HorseMage]

"In the future I expect you to be prompt," the Candidatemaster said, "and come to class in a timely manner, you will clean the stalls later today to make up for your tardiness"

Angela's smile faltered slightly. She didn't enjoy being in trouble. Then it returned as she realised that while mucking stalls would be unpleasant, she might be able to spend some time around the runnerbeasts...if she was lucky.

"The marbles are dragon colors," the girl across from Angela said, "we're suppose to say what we know about the dragon color that we get...it's under the mug."

Smiling her thanks, Angela reached under her mug. It was such a beautiful blue, a deep colour, like what Angela imagined a saffire would look like.

When it was her turn, Angela began flustered, unsure of what to say. "Well, blues...." she started unsurely, "...are males...and they usually...thinging...umm...oh...impress...males and...yeah."
She smiled, not knowing what else to say.

[Nitefleur]

Fl'ite listened to the input of her sister and that of the candidate known as Angela. "You both require more study, dragons are not so simple. Can anyone append to these fact already gathered?" She questioned the class of hopeful candidates.

Sahd was in back, she was quiet and trying not to draw attention to herself.

<* Don't be so scared lil' one. Mine only likes to act scary~ *> Stealth coo'ed to Sahd drawing her attention.

"You, in the back, state the importance of your color" Fl'ite spoke up and waited.

Sahd fiddled with the marble, and seemed to tremble under the classes gaze "B-brown...S-stealth is brown ....t-they a-are t-the 3rd largest t-though s-some might rival s-small bronze...most the time t-they impress male b-but can impress female. Brown c-can fly gold b-but are...n-not a-as l-likely t-to win. T-they f-fly h-high a-and d-divebomb thread...their f-flame s-size i-is larger a-and often t-they're wing s-second..." Sahd stuttered in her nervousness

Fl'ite nodded and move on to questioning the rest of the class.

[HorseMage]

When the Candidatemaster criticized Angela's answer, she felt her shoulds drooping as tears stung her eyes. She hated it when she wasn't as good as her teachers wanted her to be. She would have to work harder. Angela made a note to try finding a book or hide on blue dragons after class.

Whe Angela hearded the other girl's answer, her eyes widened in amazement. That girl was smart! She must know everything about dragons, Angela thought to herself. She smiled at the other girl, wondering if she would be her friend. She seemed like a nice girl.

"You're amazing," Angela said to the other girl, not bothing to mask her voice. "I'm Angela."

She offered her hand. Would the girl refuse her? She probably hated Angela because she was so dumb.

[Nitefleur]

Sahd was startled by Angela. The girl was not accustomed to friendly chatter, and was still very timid and wary of any besides her caretakers and their children, and the dragons. Sahd spoke softly "i-im..n-not...w-we should l-listen" She said moving her eyes to Fl'ite.

The candidate master was drilling an (NPC) candidate whom had chosen gold. Fl'ite wanted the candidates to appreciate and thoroughly understand the dragons.

[benni]

Spaarock (I forget spelling) ran in late. His pale face flushed which made teh ink stain on his nose stand out.

"Sorry sorry." gasping for a breath, "I was busy with the healing master..." He just shut his lips together and found the first open seat available. Hoping that he could get caught up fast.

[Nitefleur]

Fl'ite's sharp eyes of deep forest green gave a piercing glance toward the late comer. Tardiness was met with discipline "You'll join the other late comer in tidying the stalls after class. I expect no more lateness. Thread does not wait and I will not wait" Her voice was cool, and frightening, a demanding resonance devoid of sympathy.

Spearock's marble was colored bronze and Fl'ite left no room for him to breath before demanding his answers. "What is the role, strengths, weaknesses and preferences of bronze dragons"

Sahd meanwhile was pondering bronzes. Runeth was bronze. Bronzes were the largest male dragons. Their size could effect manoeuvrability but their stamina was greater than smaller dragons. Most WL rode bronze and many wing leaders also were bronze riders. They had the largest flames as well and only impressed males.

Being a HAD Sahd knew much more of dragons, than many but her timid nature made it hard for her to add to the class discussion.

[benni]

Spearock's marble was colored bronze and Fl'ite left no room for him to breath before demanding his answers. "What is the role, strengths, weaknesses and preferences of bronze dragons"


Speareerock took a deep breath. "A bronze riders role vary dependign on which rank they are. Bronze rider can rise as high as the Weyrleader if his bronze wins a mating flight. They can also be wing first or second. Or a WLM." But bronze riders are normally the tiders with more rank and thus more responsiblitly. They will be the ones in charge of the wing during flight and drills."

He did not dare to glance around. Keeping his eyes on the woman who demanded his answer. "A bronze dragon's strength is his endurance. They can outfly most of the less colors during a thread fall. They are bigger and so strong of the dragon color. As for the weakness, I am not a hundred percent on what they would be. Unless thinking too much of oneself and a rank could apply but then you would be talking more of the rider then the dragon."

"The preferences of the bronze dragon? I take it you mean that tend to impress those canidate who would be a good leader... Or are you asking for a different prefference as in they only chose rider who like females..?" Still not looking around he kept his eyes level on Fl'ite.

[Nitefleur]

"Preference of bronze, straight males" She corrected "weakness, manoeuvrability, due to size, smaller dragons turn quick and can adjust directionality with little effort" She nodded and walked back to the head of the classroom.

"You will now state what color you prefer and why you think yourself deserving" She let each candidate have their own turn to speak.