Wing Drills: Queen's Wing

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Humming to herself, Shmee adjusted Aslath's leathers more tightly. This was the perfect day for a wing drill, she thought merrily. The sky was blue and cloudless, and absolutely perfect for testing new maneuvers in the air. Kaegan was already here, beginning to strap up Millieth. She had planned the timing perfectly, she thought smugly. Right now, Shei had just started a nap and left with S'rei. This freed her to go take care of her wing. Applauding herself on her skill for timing the drill so perfectly, she patted Aslath's hide. "It'll be nice to get in the sky. I'm hoping that we don't get another surprise attack," she told Aslath, chuckling nervously. The queen's eyes glowed a happy blue-green. If Aslath suspected a real attack of any sort, she said nothing of it. Shmee looked down at the flamethrower she had placed next to Aslath. Lifting it up, she strapped it on, making sure it was still functioning. Standing clear of the queen, she testing it, squirting flame a good distance from her. Then, realizing that fire burned things, she blinked as the grass caught aflame. Blushing she bustled over to it, stomping out the fire with her boot.

Aslath snorted, clearly amused. That was very intelligent, mine. "Fire burned things." Now /where/ did you get an idea like that?[/color]

Shmee rolled her eyes. "I meant to do that," she replied stiffly, climbing up onto Aslath. "Anyway," she went on, "I'm bringing this up to remember what it's like, flaming in the air. I don't want any accidents."

You had accidents on ground. What makes you so confident about aerial flaming?[/color] Aslath pointed out. Irritated, Shmee lightly slapped Aslath's flank.

"That wasn't an accident," she scoffed. Aslath rumbled. Sighing, she said, "Can you call the queen's wing here?"

The riders of the queen's wing, please report to the base of the waterfall for your drill,[/color] she announced. This shouldn't come as a surprise to anyone, seeing Shmee had sent out word about it a couple days ago, but they would still need a call. Shmee smiled, looking around for the first people to arrive.

Heatwave Queen Wing
WL Goldrider Shmee of Aslath
WS Goldrider Kaegan of Millieth
Brownrider Aryna of Dramuth
Bluerider Darya of Azrath
Bluerider NPC
Greenweyrling Religna of Ith
Greenrider Aliscia of Tanith
Greenrider Kalierre of Phremath
Greenweyrling L’ar of

Names in gold have been accounted for.

[kysseh]

It appears that our wingleader has /finally/ called us for a drill, Mine. Shall we answer? I think we should ignore them and fly our own patterns. The others can not keep up with us anyways.

Ignoring the petulant and hostile tone that she was so used to, Aliscia simply continued to make sure that her dragon's straps were properly tightened. She was paranoid enough to check them before and after every flight, in the morning and at night, and various other times a day if she had a moment. The greenrider was seasoned enough to not make the same mistake twice, and after nearly tumbling from Tanith's neck when her straps broke during a violent maneuver, she had taken to triple-checking at every opportunity. No one could fault her for maintaining her flying gear and equipment; she was meticulous about it all with many Turns of practice under her belt.

I do not see why the queens get to lead. They are young and stupid, and as if /they/ know how to properly fly! Tanith insisted, though Aliscia knew the dragon was now simply nitpicking. The green was rarely satisfied with their wingleader unless he encouraged her violent streak, and this was the first time either of them had been beneath a female wingleader and a queenrider at that. It rankled in Aliscia too to be slapped in the queen's wing with the weyrlings when they belonged with the more capable dragons in the higher altitudes of wings. She and Tanith were far too experienced to be playing damage control, and Tanith was only going to seethe at the end of her chain if this continued. But, she was not in charge, so she just opted to suck it up and shut her mouth. Hopefully, the weyrwoman would get a glimpse of wisdom today.

The green stood still while Aliscia took an extra moment to go over all the straps again, her whining stopped now in favor of getting airborne. The greenrider looped two moderately small bags of firestone--they were only doing drills, and Tanith needed little anyway--to the sides of her straps before slapping her helmet on her head, short hair fitting easily beneath the gear. At her hand gesture, Tanith extended her foreleg, and Alicia vaulted up with practiced ease, making sure to adjust her straps properly before signalling the dragon to launch from the ledge.

Tanith, however, fell from the ledge and opened her wings to glide lazily down the canyon of the weyr, only beating her wings when she had to get some altitude. The green was furious at being stuck down with the weyrlings, and perhaps it was because she had given the queen an attitude. Regardless, she did not care. Few wingleaders wanted her. She had a tendency to be rather aggressive, which she was fond of. Let the little softlings fuss and make formations all they wanted. She knew how to properly Fly Thread. The green spied the two queens at the base of the falls and folded her wings for a steep dive, ignoring Aliscia's mental slap. She flared open her wings and landed very indelicately on a flat rock a distance away, obviously eager to get this circus act up and moving. Despite the laughable difference in size between the golds and Tanith, the green was undaunted and merely offered up a low rumble of respectful greeting. Pfft... stupid queens. She had torn bronzes from the sky; why should she fear them?!

Aliscia was more polite if no more friendly. The greenrider took off her helmet and offered up a nod to both weyrwomen, waiting patiently on her restive dragon. Shards, but they were going to have to do some extra flying when drills were done. Tanith had too much energy to burn even with keeping up with the queens.

[reqqy]

Phremath was doing somersaults.

And Kali? She was beginning to get nauseous. Luckily, she hadn't yet had time to eat. Only the green's gleeful cheer kept her from snapping at her bonded - and she was perilously close as it was. Whenever she wasn't in the infirmary, which was thankfully more often as of late, her Phremath usually wanted to be out flying, as she was essentially earthbound without Hers. Now, both dragon and rider realized by this point that instinctively Phremath was clever enough to find ways to get from one place to another without Betweening, so long as the thermals were decent. But that didn't change the problem of formations, and it didn't change Kalierre's concerns. She really didn't like Phremath taking to the air without her. Overprotective? Perhaps.

When are they going to call? They said it would be today! I think I've figured it out, how we can - If it's that rapid blink idea, I still don't like it. You don't have enough time to truly see what's going on around you and might get into a collision or end up being scored. I see enough mangled dragons without you adding to it. Besides, we both tire quickly in a rapid series of jumps. But it would work! Only if you put tremendous value in flying a straight line. Well, that is what we're expected to do. Kalierre relented a little. Sweetheart, don't worry so about being judged on how perfectly you can fly in formation. What matters is being an effective member of the wing. As long as the Wingleader uses your weaknesses and turns them into strengths, we'll be more than an asset. Let's forget the rapid Betweening. It scares me, okay?

Phremath immediately brightened. Aslath will know how to do that, I'm sure! Kalierre wasn't nearly as sure. Aslath was young, and Shmee saw mostly just what she wanted to see. But Phremath tended to regard her 'dam' with something akin to hero worship. The dragonhealer hoped she wouldn't become too disappointed...

Then the green was suddenly banking, and Kalierre had just enough time to afix the image in her mind - Phremath had gotten too used to the fact that Kali tended to pluck her intentions before she spoke - before they were again in the cold of Between. It would always be shocking. Always. However...Kalierre could genuinely feel herself growing more accustomed to the sensation. They spent a lot of time there. With her usual grace, Phremath popped out of Between no more than ten feet above the ground, her small wings pistoning for a vertical - and gentle - landing.

Hello, Mother! she chirped cheerily, even as Kali dismounted and stripped off the extra-thick riding jacket for the time being. Millieth. Phremath wriggled impatiently, but somehow managed not to beg them to begin right away. She acknowledged Tanith with a friendly croon, though she somehow managed to put Kalierre between her and the other green - almost as if she thought she could hide behind the woman.

[Kisha-Ra]

It is time for the wing to drill.[/color] Azrath announced with a heavy sigh, he’d been just about to settle down for some sunning and was rather disappointed with this decision.

Oh joy. Darya responded rather sarcastically, some might consider it an honour to fly in the queens wing but Darya was dubious indeed about that, in fact she considered very close to an insult to her abilities, and moreover, the abilities of her dragon.

Don’t be grumpy Darya, I don’t mind flying with the queens, not when we can fight thread better than them anyway.[/color] Azrath did his best to prod his rider into a better mood, though all he got for his trouble was a snort from his rider as she strode around him in a businesslike manner, doing up buckles and tugging on them to test them. Azrath stood patiently and let her get on with it, waiting until his rider was done with the straps and raising his foreleg obligingly when she requested.

Once the blue felt his rider was secure he flipped himself neatly from his ledge into a glide and drifted lazily toward the waterfall, in his preferred indolent manner Azrath only used his wings when he had to. He landed delicately a short ways from both queens and greens offering a respectful greeting and hoping his rider could keep a rein on her mouth for a change.

Darya slipped to the ground and stood by Azrath’s shoulder, she didn’t want to socialise but it seemed rude to stay up on her dragon when she was just an ordinary wingrider. A glance at the flamethrowers the queenriders would be wielding in drills and falls made Darya glad the her dragon could chew firestone, those things looked awkward and heavy and were more than likely a nightmare to clean and maintain, she’d take a sack of firestone over that any day. Darya realised her thoughts were wandering and pulled her attention sharply back, trying to look attentive.

[boober]

“I just don’t see what genius had to put me in /her/ wing” Aryna growled and gave a particularly hard yank on a strap she was tightening. Dramuth blinked and crooned to His soothingly.

It is an honor to fly with the queen. This brought a derisive snort from the woman as she checked over all her gear, even as she continued to complain vehemently.

“It would be more of an honor of the Weyrwoman wasn’t such a—“

Mine. Please put your differences aside for a time. We must all work together instead of concentrating on each other’s faults. Rolling her eyes at her dragon’s words, Aryna mounted and sat down with a huff, perching on Dramuth’s great neck as she tugged on her helmet. Her long black hair was tied back in a tight runnertail at the back of her neck so that it ran smooth down her back like an ebony waterfall. She had no problems fitting her helmet on over her hair.

Our wonderful Weyrwoman is nothing BUT faults. Makes it hard to focus on anything else she grumped to her dragon. But at least she was doing it in silence this time. Dramuth merely sent his rider soothing thoughts before launching himself from his ledge and soaring out to meet the wing. He knew that Aryna was still not happy, and as if feeling the dragon’s question brush her mind, the brown rider answered automatically. If we were truly being honored, Dramuth, we would be flying in a /real/ wing, and not one led by dragons who can’t even flame![/color] Ah. So that was the source of Aryna’s fierce anger. The fact that she and Shmee did not see eye to eye (to put it lightly) was very secondary in this case; Aryna was insulted, deeply so, at being placed in the low-flying queen’s wing. She and Dramuth were better than this! They deserved to be in a high-altitude wing where they would get first crack at falling Thread, not down by the ground to singe the other wings’ leavings!

It was insult enough that Aryna was sorely tempted to turn Dramuth back to their weyr and flat out refuse to participate in the drills at all. She’d rather be grounded than fly in a wing full of queens and inexperienced weyrlings! To say it rankled her deeply was a gross understatement, and Dramuth touched down slightly apart from the others who had arrived, afraid of what His might do or say. She was in a positively black mood, and one look at her would prove this to anyone with working eyeballs. There were times when even the brown couldn’t hold his rider’s temper in check. Had her feelings about it not been so strong, he might have been dismayed himself at being placed in the queen’s wing, but as it was, he was too busy making sure that Aryna didn’t start breathing fire herself, because he knew where she’d aim if she did.

Perhaps this placement is temporary came his mild suggestion. His didn’t reply, but he knew she heard; it was all he could do at the moment. Unlike several of the other riders, Aryna stayed firmly mounted. If Shmee had a problem with it, she’d give her what for. Just wait.

[missa]

LiMine, we have drills now. Ith spoke gently to Hers as she thanked Aslath for reminding them, she was sure that Hers would have remembered eventually, but it was good that Aslath had reminded them anyway. Turning her head as Religna nodded hurriedly and tied her hair back swiftly.
"Coming Ith."
I know. Did you forget?

Religna snorted at this, hurriedly putting Ith's flying straps on her neck and tightening them until they were on right. A long silence followed, Religna's face showing absolutely no expression as Ith waited, just as patiently for Hers to answer.
"Yes, I did. Don't tell anyone." Finally responding as she rushed back to get her riding jacket and helmet before mounting up on Ith and pulling the helmet on.
"See, I'm ready now though." Ith merely chuckled mentally, waiting for Hers to recheck and adjust the straps before taking off.

Ith was actually rather pleased to be flying in Aslath's wing, she figured it was special to get to fly with the Queens, and it wasn't like she would have complained anyway. Hers wouldn't either. Landing easily, Ith first ducked her head as she greeted Aslath respectfully, and shyly. She didn't really see the point in greeting the others, but she did so, nodding her head lightly to the others as Religna instead merely dismounted, standing close to Ith's shoulder as she took off her own helmet, mentally running over everything she'd managed to grab and trying to figure out if she'd forgotten anything.
I think you got everything. We'll do fine, I am sure. As long as we listen to Aslath and Hers.

Which we will. Religna replied automatically, bowing to Shmee before leaning against her bonded. She didn't want to socialize, and she was quite happy where she was. Hopefully, the drills wouldn't be hard.

[flupine]

Mine, The Queen has called, drill time. L'ar lazily rolled over onto his back so that he could look up to his beautiful Green, a smile spreading across his face. L'ar was relaxed and feeling rather lazy today he had even managed to drag Snowquith out into lazing about in the sun with him. Although it had not been much of a struggle to convince her to come with him, he could tell she was "feeling her oats" today. The green was restless and fidgeting constantly, practically demanding action. The drill was probably a relief for her but that did not mean that L'ar wanted to go. Snow... Do we have to? Can't we, I don't know, skip? Something. But Snowquith obviously did not care for that idea, snorting with a flare of her nostrils, bending her graceful neck to budge Hers. Come on Mine. Let's go. It's time to do something instead of lazing about. I want to fly, I want to play.

Sitting up, L'ar crossed his arms over his knees debating whether he could convince Snowquith to abandon the hope of flying, he loved flyign but now he was to sleep and be lazy. With flying there were straps and buckles and harnesses and this and that and everything. UP! Now Mine! Giving up, L'ar got up and began to sling the gear back onto the dragons. Tugging here, adjusting that. Checking for this, it never seemed to end and Snowquith nearly bouncing around as she was, was making it nearly impossible to strap her in properly. But L'ar was in a very sedated mood and if Snowquith was that excited, he would let her have her fun. Stroking a loving hand down her hide one last time, L'ar mounted for flight. No helmet, L'ar simply could not stand how the helmet mussed his hair up and trapped his head in. He wanted to feel the air too. Taking off from the Weyrledge, the green dropped down, obviously knowing where she was headed.

Trusting Snowquith to find wherever they were suppose to be, L'ar waited for Snowquith's warning as she dropped down to risk putting his helmet on quickly before anyone noticed. As she landed heavily, L'ar was fully prepared, looking the part of a Dragonrider. He was even humming to himself as he jumped down to land on the ground. His hands moving over his green. though it looked as if L'ar was checking Snowquith, he was in fact trying to calm her. She was feeling very frisky and threatening all sorts of things that would most likely get them in trouble with the Weyrwoman. Easy Mine. Let's not come off too strong, shall we? Boding of ill will, the only response from her was innocently whirling blue stare.

Pulling his helmet back off, he strode over the the Weyrwoman with Snowquith following obediently behind him, her wing outstretched a little to stay in constant contact with him. This was nearly as bad as Weyrling lessons with eight other riders, Snowquith was on a roll, hopefully she would behave herself in front of Aslath. The the outstretched wing rammed into his back, launching himself forward. Or not. turnign to glare at her, she bent her head down clamly, to nudge him. Not a peep came from her. Turning back quickly he looked around with a wide grin in place then bowing low with an extravagant hand wave. "My Lady, Weyrwoman. A beautiful day you have chosen." Behave Snow, or else. Of course, Mine. Don't I always?

[Administrator]

Shmee grinned at everyone as they arrived, one by one. She smild awkwardly at L'ar. "Don't call me that, please, it makes me sound like a prick," she told him, laughing. "But thanks all the same!" Slipping off Aslath, she pulled a scrap of hide from where it was conveniently kept in her chest, reaching her hand down the front of her jacket and shirt and pulling it out nonchalantly. "Good morning, all!" she called out merrily. Unaware that most of her wing wasn't thrilled about the arrangement of them being in the queen's wing, she bobbed excitedly up to them. "All right, gather round, guys!" she told them, waving her hide excitedly. "I've got a plan for this, so it'll all be easy. How's everybody doing?" She looked around at everyone happily, determined to make this wing drill a fun one. Looking around to make sure everyone had their riding gear and straps in check, as well as firestone sacks at the ready for those who would need it. It was the job of weyrling subs to bring refills of firestone sacks for the flaming dragons, but they didn't need too much for a practice.

"All right, here's the plan," she told them brightly, unfolding the hide to show them a diagram. "We'll have two subs, in case we'll need breaks," she told them, pointing at Religna's name, as well as the name of the sub bluerider. "Starting, we'll have the line of biggest dragons in the middle, which is me, Kaegan, and Aryna. However, throughout the fall, we'll be switching, because the person in the middle will be flying higher than the rest of the wing to catch Thread before it gets to the main wing. So we'll be switching that role between us three." She pointed next at Darya's name. "Darya, you'll be flying in front of everyone, but you'll be switching with your sub whenever you get tired. Your job is to get as much Thread as you can the first time through. That way, the greens in the back can get what you miss, as well at the people on the outside to be a sort of safety net, if you will." She looked over at Kali, grinning. "Phremath is sweep, since I'm not sure how your style of flying is..." She wasn't even sure if Phremath could fly at all. But if she could, it was worth a shot, right?

She held out the hide to everyone so they could get an extra look at it before she put it away, shoving it right back between her breasts. She pulled her gloves on. "So, that all clear?" she asked happily.

Meanwhile, Aslath was being nice and distracted. She had taken an extreme liking to Phremath, who she saw as utterly adorable. And it was so sweet, how she called her 'Mother' even though she wasn't biological. Of course, she thought proudly, forgetting she thought this thought often, she was a better mother to Phremath than Fath ever would have been. Hello, Phremath,[/color] she crooned. It is very good to have you in our wing! I look forward to flying with you![/color] Truly, Aslath didn't know if Phremath could manage flying, but she didn't want to dash her hopes. Perhaps her wings could stretch enough so that it could work, she thought hopefully. Such an enthusiastic green shouldn't go to waste.

"Let's go!" Shmee suddenly said, climbing back up onto Aslath. "Subs, stay on the ground until we call for a switch. We'll get into formation in the air. It's better than trying to do it all on the ground!" She chuckled a little and pulled goggles over her eyes. Then she raised a hand, giving the signal for the dragons all to rise into the air. Aslath did so, taking a quick running start before kicking herself up into the canyon. Her golden wings pumped easily, and Shmee looked behind her. Through Aslath, she began to give instructions.

For those who don't remember: Everyone underneath for the formation. Azrath's, in front of me. Dramuth's on my right, Millieth's on my left. Tanith's, go behind Millieth, and Snowquith's, behind Dramuth's. Phremath, take the sweep.[/color]

Aslath fervently hoped the little green could manage flying. She sincerely didn't want the green to get embarrassed if she couldn't make it. Timidly, the gold spared a look behind her to see how it was working.

[flupine]

L'ar blushed a little when Shmee talked to him, he could not help it, sometimes dealing with women seemed to slip right through his fingers no matter how hard he tried. Ahh... well, win some, lose some. Not abashed about how he greeted the Shmee, he did recognize that now would be the time to back off and work. Stepping back with a broad wink L'ar quipped quickly as he retreated to Snowquith's side. Anything that pleases you m'lady. Grinning a little impudently, he beat a quick path to Snowquith, doing his best to look stern and serious. Though how anyone could take him serious with his ready smile, ridiculous amount of freckles and loud red hair,was beyond L'ar. And he was not stopping to ponder it now. Snowquith bowed her head, though her eyes never lost sight of L'ar. Hello Mother, Mine is a wherry head sometimes but isn't he cute?

While Shmee talked L'ar, for the most part, did try to pay close attention and succeeded as best as he could, especially when Snowquith, as lovely as she was, kept whispering insidious whispers in his mind. Like she was purposefully trying to ruin his concentration. Snow. You know, it might help if you actually tried paying attention for once. This is like the sharding lessons where we could blow everything off. This is Threadfall. And yet there was a sudden and strange silence on Snow's end and when he looked up to see if she was up to something, she merely nuzzled his shoulder sweetly, her beautiful blue eyes blinking innocently. Shells, she would drive him mad. And yet he lived for her.

Not even aware that he had moved as the movement was now so ingrained, L'ar's hand moved upwards to stroke the side of her head which she had bent to brush against his shoulder. His darling Snow. Who was probably just spoiling for a fight. And Aliscia's Green, Tanith Snowquith inserted, looked like she was also ready for some action. On guard from having two obviously frisky Green, L'ars hand tensed on Snowquith. On her best days, Snow was never docile and on her best days, she was only a little feral. Keeping an eye on the suspicious way she kept shifting her weight around, he listened as best he could while, keeping his mind firmly linked to his Green.

If L'ar would have taken the time, he would have admitted he was excited. L'ar was a core rider in his first drill. But as it was he made a move to pull sharply on a strapon Snowquith. Stop it. i meant it Snow. Snowquith knew he meant it. Of cooouurse he meant it. And she would hardly act wild in front of the Queen, her Mother? Probably, especially if one of these Dragons became a little too rough around her precious L'ar. Bending her neck once more, Snowquith became a picture of love and affection as she snorted air into L'ar's hair and gently rubbed her face against his arm while L'ar rechecked all the straps a final time before donning his riding helmet. And moving to climb up Snowquith. Time for a Wind drill.

Mother, did i not pick well? And Snowquith's voice revealed not only the warmth of her feelings but in a way, the depth. She adored the breath her L'ar breathed.

[kysseh]

Aliscia was positively insulted by the way Shmee cheerfully called them all up to gather 'round for a discussion. This was going to be awful, and they had not even taken to the air yet. She saw the journeyman healer and her odd little dragon land nearby, and she nodded her head respectfully at them both. It took guts to fly as they did, popping in and out of between as she had just watched them do. She could respect that, at least. But it still rankled her deep in her combat-experienced gut that she had to be stuck with weyrlings, the bulky queens, and an odd mixture of.... whatever was leftover that the other wings did not want. At least the female brownrider seemed to be similarly furious. Hmmm... an ally. She would have to talk to that young woman later.

Beneath her, Tanith shifted and turned her scarred head at the sound of Phremath's croon. It was sorely tempting to snap at the young green, but Tanith was saving her energy to spite the big shiny golds in their great arrogance. Those things could fly, sure, but they could not fly Thread. Not like Tanith and Hers could, anyway, and the green merely blew a soft snort in the cheerful young green's direction. It was acknowledgment, at least, and like her rider, she had to grudgingly admire the greenpair's pluck. The rest, however, she could do without. This was just plain insulting.

Slapping her dragon's neck in a warning to behave, Aliscia reluctantly unstrapped herself and dismounted, stalking with predatory grace over to where Shmee was... removing the wing formation from her cleavage. Shardit, but had the woman no sense of decency?! Her respect for the weyrwoman wingleader was dropping by the second, and it got no better at the mention of substitutes and the mention of 'the greens in the back' catching the others' leavings. Her eyes narrowed, though her scarred face remained impassively neutral. Fine. They had better get this over with quickly, and she strode back to Tanith as soon as the weyrwoman dismissed them. Shardit, shardit, shardit! This was beyond insulting and into the realm of just plain ridiculous!

Her green seemed to pick up on Aliscia's mounting fury and tossed her head angrily as Aliscia mounted up and strapped herself on. She hated being stuck flying behind one fat gold tail. She belonged with the high altitude wings, flaming Thread with the agile best of them, not stuck piddling around with the weyrlings and incompetents. Aslath's command was met with a snort of comprehension, for as soon as Shmee gave the signal, Aliscia had nudged Tanith. The green launched into the air with an explosion of wings, growling with delight at the feeling of the lift catching beneath the outspread appendages. After a moment, she settled in behind Millieth per Aslath's request, though she looked distinctly displeased about it. Stupid golds. We should not be here! she told her rider angrily, though she made sure to keep it private. No, no use starting any fights...

Yet.

[reqqy]

Kalierre looked...asleep. After her brief nod to Aliscia and stepping within easy hearing distance of Shmee, she'd folded her arms over her chest and promptly fell into motionless silence. Her chin had dipped toward her chest, not quite resting there, but - hovering. So much estrogen in this glade. Every single rider here was female but for one little greenweyrling, and she seriously doubted he had a ton of masculine tendencies, being bonded to Snowquith. Rule of thumb? Never put a bunch of women together without at least a few men to balance them out. This was bound to turn into a nasty little scrap. Had anyone been able to see her expression, they might have noticed the twitch of dark amusement that showed briefly on her lips. She wondered how Shmee would handle that one.

Certainly, both Aliscia and Aryna clearly looked affronted to be grouped with all these younglings. Kalierre herself didn't mind, though she would rather be in a wing that didn't include the Weyrwoman. Her Phremath was vastly untested, and while she had no doubts as to her green's ability, it would certainly be best to start her off slow, where she could work out all her excited exuberance in a relatively safer environment. Realistically, Kalierre didn't know if she could actually treat Phremath were the green to get injured - she'd seen what it did to the riders, how shaken they were. And right now she was the only one anywhere close to Selenitas who knew how to treat a dragon with anything resembling reliabilty.

The dragonhealer almost groaned as Shmee began to speak. They weren't a bunch of weyrbrats in the creche. She was far, far too happy and unknowingly condescending. Kalierre didn't move any closer; she was close enough to hear right where she was. Only when Shmee mentioned her and Phremath did she move, lifting her head enough that the Weyrwoman might see her eyes and know she'd heard. Sweep means we're taking the rear, lovely, she stated, in response to Phremath's unspoken question. The green wriggled happily, her little wings going really quick. Tanith had acknowledged her without growling, and she was going to get to fly with everyone else! She didn't seem to notice Kalierre's vague distaste at all.

In truth, Phremath did notice, but she simply couldn't bring herself to care. She was going to fly with all these dragons, some of which she was sure didn't think she could do it. But she could! She'd show everyone just how well she could fly! Crooning back to her mother, she nudged up closer to Hers. Thank you for letting me. I won't let you down. Nope, she definitely wouldn't. The green could barely hold still long enough for Kalierre to get situated, and then she took a little hop, winking Between directly. It was a gutsy move for most dragons, but for Phremath it simply was how things had to be unless she had a steep drop or a thermal to work from. The two came up well above Aslath and Shmee, drifting down lazily as the other dragons moved into place. Kalierre could only hope that they'd get moving here pretty quick. It would be ridiculous to have to hop up every minute or so just to keep in the air.

[Tashe]

Sheepishly creeping up next to Kalierre, Kaegan kept all noises to herself, since she was the last of the Queen's Wing to arrive. She didn't want her appearance to disturb the meeting that looked to already be in progress any more than it already might have. Peeking around the Greenrider to look at the drawing that Shmee had pulled out, the Junior Weyrwoman pulled Millieth into a sight share so that she could see the formation for herself. /I've got it./ Blinking as the Queen withdrew from her mind, Kaegan continued to listen to Shmee speak. The three largest would be switching out for the middle position... it made sense at least. Letting her eyes wonder to the faces of the others, Kaegan almost felt the urge to wince heavily, at least a nice slice of their wing looked very unhappy. Musing over the reason, the younger Weyrwoman had her thoughts interrupted by the dragon behind her. /Kaeganmine, pay attention. This is not a Weyrling lesson, you can't zone out or else you might miss something important. And honestly, I don't give a tail about why they are 'unhappy' so stop thinking about it so clearly./ Sorry... /Meaning, keep your musings to yourself unless they are meant to be shared with me./ Sighing, Kaegan rubbed the bridge of her nose, all the while trying to bring her attention back to whatever the heck Shmee was talking about.

Ever since she had been inducted into Selenitas, Kaegan's focus had wondered from habitually paying attention to every detail, to remembering only what she absolutely needed to. Benden had forcefully sharpened her attention span, while Selenitas had allowed her mind space to wonder, and it was not boding well for the Goldrider. Giving her head a shake as she resolved to practice paying attention to detail, Kaegan looked up and around to find Kalierre and the rest of the women already on the move to reach their dragons. Squeaking quietly, the Goldrider darted her way over to Millieth with a mouse like quality, her gray mouse skin jerkin and gray trousers doing nothing to disprove that animalistic assumption. Tugging her gray popper's hat securely onto her head, Kaegan pulled her goggles up over her eyes from around her neck. Help me up. Waiting for a few seconds for her Queen to lend a hand, the Junior Weyrwoman hoisted herself up into the riding leathers before fastening herself into them tightly. Before Kaegan had gotten her last strap tightened, Millieth took off running after the older Queen, giving her a hard time trying to tighten it down. Finally pulling it down into place with a sigh, she mentally kicked the Gold before bunkering down into their minds. Lets go... we're on the left. /Right./ Right? Right as in the direction or right as in- /RIGHT AS IN CONFIRMATION./ ...right.