Earthquake Weyrling Wing

[ryanne]

{Tags Saraina, E'rro, Gina, Rielana, S'kler, and Zylia}

Earthquake Weyrling Wing, time for wing drills, Tekisith ordered as he flew down to the set meeting place in the clearing. It was cleared and it was their time to practice for the next few hours. His and he would whip the wing into shape. He knew that His had worked hard deciding on the wing shape and formation. He had no idea why His was so worried about it. Dragons knew had to fly Thread, they didn't need any fancy formations.

They're weyrlings, you dimglow. They don't know how to do anything, I'mny answered as people began to arrive. Tekisith simply snorted. The bluerider glared at them as they arrived. "I let you know two sevendays ago that we were having these drills. I shouldn't have had to have Tekisith call you." Would they ever learn that being prompt was a vital part of the weyr.

Shaking his head, he looked over the wing. "Sk'ler, step forward," he ordered, "You're my wingsecond so you need to set yourself apart during the drills." His look clearly said that he expected more out of him than anyone else. It would be hard, but I'mny refused to go easy on the brownrider. He'd asked for him as his wingsecond rather than the bronzeweyrling for a reason and he didn't want to be disappointed. With a nod to the boy, he turned back to the rest of the wing.

"Okay, here's how it's going to work," he began, drawing circles in the sand. He clearly outlined the wings from all the views, making sure it was easy to understand. "Got it?"

[missa]

Miiiiine, RieMine, we has drills. Drills, drills. Come on. Jeminorth chirped happily, giggling when Rielana looked at her in confusion. Then, slowly, the confusion fled and Rielana was scrambling to get ready in time. Of course, Rielana had completely forgotten, he'd told them what... Two sevendays ago? Getting Rielana to remember anything for that length of time would be a miracle.

"Shards, he's gonna be so mad if we're late Jem." Rielana mumbled as she grabbed her helmet while attempting to shove her arms into her riding jacket at the same time. It wasn't working, as Rielana soon discovered, and she finally just shoved the helmet on and then put her arms through the sleeves. Okay, so far so good. Now she just needed to find something to tie her hair back, a ribbon or something.
We're going to be late. Jeminorth observed with a giggle, at which point Rielana turned to pull a face at her as she grabbed a ribbon and tied her hair back, not bothering with the whispy strands that escaped.

"I know!" Was the final wailing response as teh green weyrling hunted for her boots. She'd been quite happy playing with Fiel, who was now watching her with utter amusement in his whirling eyes. It was sharding silly that she should be this hurried, all her things should be in one place. Hah, as if that would ever happen. Finally managing to pull her helmet on and her boots on, Rielana checked Jeminorth's straps twice before mounting easily.

Jeminorth landed gracefully, trying to hide her amusement as Rielana attempted to copy her bonded's grace and succeeded in nearly slipping as she dismounted. Grinning at her fellow weyrlings before bowing to I'mny, Rielana then attempted to calm herself down long enough to listen to the instructions. Oooh pictures to help too!

[ryanne]

((Guess no one else is coming...I'mny will just pretend I suppose.))

Zylia arrived not too long after Rielana, touching down gracefully. She dismounted properly and almost fluidly. Viviath was so young, but she was still as mature in body as the other greens. She supposed they really must have been doing something to the eggs at Benden. She hadn't heard anything about that until she came to Selenitas and it was rather unnerving. Her Viviath was fine, just large for her age and mature for her age. She supposed that it was a good thing, but much to risky for her to agree with it. She would prefer if her dragon hadn't been messed with before she was born. It just didn't seem right.

Standing straight and keeping her eyes on I'mny, she watched as the formations were scratched in the sand and thought about it. It was a good flying formation and she understood where she was supposed to be and her tasks. She supposed she was in a rather safe position because most of the Thread would be charred before it even got to her. Her biggest danger would be avoiding the charred Thread that the bronze and brown above her sent her way. She was confident, though, that she and Viviath could take care of it. They were strong and Viviath was fit. And they were well trained. Benden had its faults, but it had managed to train them better than any of the other weyrlings around them and quicker.

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I'mny looked around after he explained the formations, looking for any questions before he had them line up to take off. This would be their first time flying in a true, complex formation and he would hate for someone to not understand where they were supposed to be and end up with a collision. He'd seen it happen too many times in his turns of life and the outcome was never good. Panicking young dragons in the air close to one another just didn't make for a good atmosphere and the last thing that I'mny wanted was one of the pairs that he worked so hard to train to be injured or to go between. No one would ever wish that on anyone else.

"Okay, line up," the gruff man continued, pointing to the places in the clearing that he wanted each dragonpair. He made sure to space them out more than usual, not wanting them to have rocky take-offs that could land them on top of one another. They would condense further when they got comfortable in the air. "When I give the signal, we're going to take off as a wing. That means everyone flies at the same time," his sarcasm began to tinge the edges of his voice. He couldn't resist clarifying. Too many times, the take off was more of a domino effect because one or two of the weyrling pairs took off too soon or too late.

I'mny made his way around the newly settled weyrlings, checking their straps for faults and making sure they had their helmets and boots secured properly. Making another round, he made sure that they were all properly in position before he finally nodded, making his way back to Tekisith in the front. Gracefully, he boarded, shaking his hair out before fluidly tucking it into his helmet as he pulled the equipment on. "On my signal," he called out, turning around to look at all the weyrlings, a bit of anxiety touching on his mind. These weren't his class so he didn't know how well they flew. Giving himself a mental shake, he told himself that they were idiot weyrlings and they were going to screw it up. Ready? he asked his dragon. As always, the blue responded a bit cheekily. Raising his hand to get their attention, he called out "NOW" as he dropped his hand and Tekisith bunched up his limbs, pushing off into the air.

[Tashe]

(*cough no one else came because half of the wing are my characters, and I was on leave for a month cough*)

Shifting slightly in his leathers, E'rro allowed Ismaroth to scoot in a little closer to the others so he could relay the formation to him. /Such a simple formation. It is one of the ones we learned the first days of training, the one we call the Scatter Diamond./ Hmph. I thought a Weyrlingmaster here would believe more in the mental shape of the Selenitas Weyrling's mind. /Apparently not. Its such a simple pattern./ Adjusting his tinted flight goggles, the ex-Benden Weyrling sighed before placing his gloved fists upon his hips. Wingtraining here at Selenitas would probably prove to be nothing compared to the injury inducing training that Benden put the Children's wing through. There at least he had some respect from his fellow classmates, here on the other hand, he was always tossed mistrusting glances. Not that he cared, their mental accusations were probably true, since he (himself) would hopefully betray Selenitas the first chance he got. /I won't let you. I don't care if you like Benden better, I want you here at Selenitas, and that is how its going to be./ Oh shut the Shards up Ismaroth. I don't want to sharding hear it. Cutting off his connection to his large Brown, E'rro felt his Dragons trained muscles bunch beneath them before springing into the air after the newest Weyrlingmaster.

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/Why aren't we in the Queen's wing! I belong there! NOT here in this lowly Weyrling Wing./ Rolling her eyes at the Green's voice in her head, Gina looked over at I'mny as he began to speak. He was no F'rah, but he would do fine, he was after all good enough to be a Weyrlingmaster... even if he was said to be the bad cop to F'rah's good cop routine. Dusting a spot of dried mud from her breaches, the Senior Greenweyrling hid a yawn behind her hand before looking down at the drawings that the Bluerider scratched out in the ground. /And another thing! I'm a Gold. Even though I'm a Weyrling I'm a SENIOR Weyrling, I'm old enough to be in the Queen's wing!/ We're here because Shmee and Aslath told us too. So be quiet and let sleeping mutts lie! Huffing slightly before nodding to I'mny as he mentioned something about understanding the plans, Gina broke her stance and cuffed Saraina squarely on the shoulder, happy to at least be in the same wing as one of her friends. "Lets do this and get it over with." Bounding with surprising grace over to her large Green, the Senior Weyrling swung up into her leathers and began strapping herself in. Giving the brooding Dasmonth a pat on her neck, Gina urged the Green on and into the air at I'mny's command.

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Watching her whip-like Blue out of the corner of her eye, Saraina yawned and proceeded to tap out a rhythm with her fingers on her sleeve. Not to say that training was boring, but at the moment it was definitely less exciting than pickpocketing ever was. Rolling her neck in a head circle, the Senior Blueweyrling listened carefully as I'mny explained and drew their formation, only slightly irked that it was such a simple pattern. /Does he think F'rah hasn't taught us formations in both Thread Fighting and Dragon Fighting? This is such a... a... unoriginal and low level formation its almost an insult! I 'know' for a fact Ismaroth has learned much more advanced patterns already and he's YOUNGER than us!/ Hun, I know you're unsettled by the lack of challenge, but that is what we are doing, so we shall do it. /But Rainmine, I'd much rather you tell him that we all can do more complicated-/ No I won't. Now Hokth please, I'm trying to listen to I'mny speak. Turning her immediate attention to the Wingleader, Saraina surveyed the formation drawing once more before turning in sync with Gina. Grudgingly smiling as the Greenweyrling clapped her on the back, the young woman silently made her way to Hokth, her quiet footsteps the results of many a practice. Placing her hand on the Blue's hide, Sara made her way into her leathers with the assistance of her Dragon. Moments later, they took to the skies after the others in their wing, only a few seconds after I'mny himself.