Maelstrom Wing Drills [#1]

[glamourie]

It wasn't that early, all things considered. He could have picked a time before Rukbat rose in the sky to schedule the drills for; when light was sparce and the air still moist (most of the time; it had been abnormally dry of late) but he'd chosen the time just after breakfast for most convenience for the riders of the Maelstrom wing. It wasn't convenient for him. Ka'rys slept very strange hours as a rule, often curling up for two hours at a time before going for six. Since his illness, the feline-napping tendencies had only gotten worse and, unfortunately, wing training had most efficiently coincided with one of his "scheduled naps." Which meant Ka'rys was going without sleep, though it would not be the first, nor likely the last time he'd done exactly that. Life went on, even if he didn't get to rest as much as he'd have liked. Wing training was more important, and that thought was repeated like a mantra in his head from the moment Ciceroth had landed.

The bronzepair were a small ways away from the Weyr, in a clearing he'd located while looking around the surrounding areas. It was big enough for a normal sized wing to land, which meant that discussions would be possible without an unnatural amount of discomfort. No, he didn't intend for most of the drills to go by through talking, but there was always a virtue in asking the opinions of the riders of the wing, and what they felt they could improve on, what they wanted to practice more. Ka'rys was a firm believer that the riders knew their own weaknesses better than he did, though he intended to analyze just to make sure. The organization of the wings was different, and it would take some time to adjust to the change. Hopefully everyone was up to it, though.

Ciceroth, if you wouldn't mind...?
What if I would?
Don't be cheeky.

Being cheeky was one of Ciceroth's strong points, though, and despite Ka'rys's warning, the bronze's eyes whirled mischievously. Wing drills or not, letting everyone get wound too tightly would result in overthinking and stress. Threadfighting was important, and more over, it was an extreme necessity that everyone learn the drills. That didn't mean they had to be uptight about it, though. A more relaxed environment, in Ciceroth's not-so-humble opinion, made for a better working system, and while Ka'rys might have been tense, paranoid, and on the verge of falling asleep as they waited, Ciceroth was wide awake and excited. Unlike his rider, he slept normal hours of the day.

Maelstrom Wing, please report to the clearing south of the water fall.

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Maelstrom Wing
WL: Ka'rys of Bronze Ciceroth
WS: D'ran of Brown Thorith
[ brownrider NPC ]
E'ri of Blue Bazeth
R'fuin of Blue Ylonth
S'dar of Blue Edenth
Ciara of Green Toryth
T'sar of Green Colicanth
[ greenrider NPC ]

[missa]

Waking up early certainly had it's advantages, D'ran had been able to get breakfast and get his hands on Freckles long enough to oil the brown, with time to spare. If he had time, he'd do Shi too, and maybe his riding straps before drills. Maybe even give Thorith an oiling afterwards. Assuming the brown was even awake after all that hard work.

Thorith snorted, opening one eye to glare at his bonded. He wasn't some little blue that was exhausted afer drill, it was insulting that His should even say so.
I will be. He responded huffily, causing D'ran to chuckle as Thorith then sniffed and turned his head away from his rider with a snort. His was silly.

"You might be, but they might work us hard. Shards, I might want to sleep, who knows." D'ran responded with a rather bored note, getting up to grab his riding jacket so they were ready to leave when they had to. It was probably a good thing he was ready early, then at least he wouldn't be late. As a wingsecond, being late was not something that would be favourable. Thorith crooned then, stretching as he got up.
The wing is called. We have to go. Thorith chuckled mentally as D'ran nodded quickl, reminding both Shi and Freckles that they had to stay put, whether the green liked it or not.

Greetings Ciceroth, fine day for drills, isn't it?
"Hello Ka'rys. Enjoying the day?"

[Administrator]

E'ri felt quite put together for the day. He had gotten up bright and early to ensure he was awake enough for the practice, and was dressed warmly in his riding gear. Malerik and Rika were going to be cared for over the next few hours by Cezine, and Nocturne, Bolero, and Minuet had been told to stay, leaving him free to practice with his wing. He was interested to see how this would turn out-- he hadn't met the Weyrleader personally yet, so this would be a fine opportunity to do so, considering the man was also his Wingleader. But he trusted Ka'rys. Aslath wouldn't have chosen a weak bronze to catch her, so that would mean the rider should be strong, too. But he was still wary-- not all strong bronzeriders were necessarily good. C'leon was a very good example of that kind of rider. Ciceroth is a strong dragon,[/color] Bazeth told his rider confidently as he was strapped up. He is good. I trust him.[/color] E'ri chuckled. He was happy that the blue was confident. It eased up any cautiousness he felt toward Ka'rys.

"Let's go!" E'ri announced cheerfully, mounting Bazeth briskly. The blue snorted. The man paused. "Wait, where did he say?"

The clearing south of the Falls,[/color] Bazeth replied patiently. Good thing I paid attention and didn't make you walk. You would've missed it out of not being able to find the wing![/color]

"Would not!" the man laughed in reply. Well, no matter. Bazeth was taking them there. Lifting off from the weyrledge, the blue glided over to where Ciceroth had said, hardly needing to flap his wings over the short distance from the weyrs. Easing into a descent, he landed gracefully in the clearing, bugling a polite greeting to Ciceroth. E'ri climbed off the the blue, striding over to where the other men were. He nodded to them, but said nothing. E'ri wasn't really a talkative sort, but he certainly knew how to listen to instructions.

[Kisha-Ra]

R’fuin was positively full of energy this morning. He was practically bouncing around his weyr tiding up, much to the disgust of his dragon. Ylonth viewed his rider’s activities from his couch with his head down on his forefeet, making it very clear that he wasn’t moving until he had to. Oh it seemed he had to.

Wing drills, my R’fuin.[/color] The blue announced, rising and stretching the kinks out of his body. Almost before he was done stretching he found R’fuin draping fighting straps over him and darting around to buckle them up. Try to contain your enthusiasm.[/color] Ylonth said amused.

You’re done, let’s go. R’fuin turned and walked out onto the ledge followed by his dragon. Ylonth didn’t dignify that with a reply he just held out a foreleg and wited for his rider to mount. As Ylonth sprang into the open sky R’fuin wondered what wing drills under Ka’rys would contain.

Ylonth didn’t bother with style so much as effiency, he landed with the minimum possible effort and folded his wing, and as soon as R’fuin was on the ground the blue folded his body into a relaxed pose. Good morning.[/color] Ylonth offered a polite greeting to his wingmates as R’fuin strode over to the gathering of riders with a cheery wave.