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Post by Ember on Mar 29, 2010 22:39:26 GMT -5
Iskierka took his rope from him curiosly. She placed the rope on the ground - more like dropped it, really - and toed it into place. The sensation of being watched was beginning to annoy her and she didn't feel right bending over for them. It was a position that was very rarely associated with being capable of stopping an attack should they choose to make one. The bluerider watched Ka'rys move away from her and she watched him with a slight narrowing of her eyes. She'd finally decided that he was playing with her.
Annoying...and interesting at the same time. She'd have to remember to ask later why he felt the need to have her demonstrate. If he wanted to humiliate someone, why wouldn't he pick the one who had attacked his precious weyr? There was still the possibility that he was simply like that normally but the Bendenite doubted it. She listened to the full set of instructions before starting the task. No point starting and potentially making a mistake and having to start over. She knotted the two ropes loosely as she'd been told.
That was clearly the easy part. She looped the ropes through the knot again. As Ka'rys told her to hold up her work she picked up the ropes, careful not to mess it up by doing that simple act, and held them up for the class. What next teacher? Her expression held a hint of impatience for the obsrvant person. Tying knots were of little interest to her. She wanted to see some people escaping (or at least attempting to) from being tied. Little did she know she'd be demonstrating that too.
Ioth was a bit at a loss. He wanted to emulate Onyth's take off but he also thought Ciceroth's was well executed. Technically both had been demonstrated, right? The blue flicked his tail and decided on the route that would please Iskierka; follow the flying ego's example (or so she called bronzes). The mottled blue sprang into the air and twisted onto his side gracefully. Hmm. No, His would not like that angle of flying. He leveled out and beat his wings powerfully. He easily avoided the others as the also took off. He stayed well clear of the Fort brown. It wasn't that he disliked him but some of Iskierka's wariness of the human counterpart was crossing over to the blue. He flew near to Onyth and brushed her mind with a soft feathery touch.
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Post by Requiem on Mar 30, 2010 7:35:59 GMT -5
Behruth watched both Onyth and Ciceroth with a certain amount of curiosity, his tailtip flicking and betraying the high level of concentration he was devoting to both dragons. Hm. Edging away from the others as they began to take off, he waited for enough room to clear before jumping from the ground, following Ciceroth's example and rolling to his side. But then he slipped into a series of twists and turns, the small brown righting himself a small distance from the other dragons. He wasn't sure if it was exactly right or not, but he was sure he'd be told if it wasn't, so Behruth wasn't going to worry about it.
M'ta listened and watched with veiled interest. Tying knots. Would have to steal his weyrmate for 'practice' when it came to that, and no doubt R'wign wouldn't mind showing him, either. Not that he felt he'd have too much trouble tying knots, but it couldn't hurt to reinforce it with someone who'd been raised knowing how, now could it? No, he didn't think so, anyway. There was also the matter of having R'wign do the tying was bound to get him better practice because his knots would be more efficient. And M'ta didn't know precisely what Ka'rys was planning to do with them that was likely to get them bound, however if he felt the need to practice it, then it was wise to practice, no? Sure, there was the possibility in an attack like the last one, but...eh, M'ta tended to be paranoid.
He took the ropes offered him from the wingleader, then set about listening to the instructions more than following Iskierka's example, though he looked at her, too. He learned better by hearing. Or by tearing something apart and putting it back together. So. Nevertheless, he did watch her, more to note her facial expressions and body language. She looked nothing if not annoyed - and maybe a little bored - with this exercise and her role in it. He repressed a small grin. With Ka'rys, he doubted she'd be bored for long.
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Post by mierce on Apr 1, 2010 23:13:35 GMT -5
Evrgarde flicked her eyes briefly in Ka’rys’s general direction as she received her second piece of rope, and quickly returned her attention to the Iskierka. She noted with some amusement at the rather guarded way in which the bluerider followed Ka’rys’s instruction to lay the ropes out, but set about imitating the Bendenite’s knots as directed. Not that there was really much else she could do since an overhead knot was an overhead knot. One couldn’t exactly get creative about how they made one. With the knots loosely tied, she held the rope out to see how it visually compared to Iskierka’s. It was a little hard to tell from their distance, though she absently wondered whose knots were better.
Iorath watched Ciceroth’s demonstration with rapt attention. While he could certainly pull off something akin to Onyth’s graceful movements, he was always keen to learn. Well, flying at an angle wasn’t anything new to him or Evrgarde, but to put it to use as a way of launching safely in the air (rather than just something fun to do) was a good application. He rumbled in acknowledgement and waited for the other dragons to take off and clear before doing so himself.
As lovely as Onyth’s demonstration had been, Iorath sought to imitate Ciceroth’s. Each beat of his wing did not result in the same raw power as exuded by the bronze, but this was no surprise. He wasn’t a large dragon by any stretch of the imagination, though his wings were larger than normal for his body size. The pale blue turned around when he was well above the other dragons, then spiraling down towards the treetops again to level out with the rest of the class.
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Post by glamourie on Apr 12, 2010 18:04:19 GMT -5
“Go through the same opening again – just like you did before,” Ka’rys said with a slight nod toward his wingriders. “Still not pulling tight – but both ropes through the same loop, make sure both ends are pulled through. Once you’ve done that, pull it taut from either end – tightening the knot right in the middle. Iskierka, please hold up your finished product for everyone to see?” Ka’rys folded his hands behind his head and moved to stop behind the bluerider, eying the progress of each individual critically. “This knot you’re looking at is a mixture of two different types of sailor’s knots. It should come out with the knot conjoining the two ropes – tangled messily together.” He glanced at Iskierka, as though to make sure that she’d demonstrated properly. Now for the fun part. “Once you’ve set your rope down. And Iskierka, come over to me.” The expression on his face was a clear smile… something to never be trusted: a smiling Ka’rys rarely ended well.
He waited, patiently, while mentally brushing Ciceroth’s mind. This drill was going to be more practical than any of them realized. He didn’t believe in talking about things – he was all about doing. He wanted his wing to be everything Selenitas needed and more, and for that reason, he was sure that he would have to push them all. He just hoped none started pushing back or he’d have trouble. Turning back to the bag he set down, Ka’rys gently removed several small trunks, each firmly locked. There was one for every person on the wing. He carefully piled each of the metal containers on top of one another and left them on the ground to be used later… after their first round with the ropes was completed. And no one was leaving until it was. He could keep them there all day if he had to.
Ciceroth crooned in pleasure, watching each of the dragons demonstrate with pleasantly whirling eyes. So far so good – all very good demonstrations. His head swiveled around and he looked at the riders before explaining further, I want each of you to make a habit of taking off like that. Always keep your wings guarded – even in the most minor situations. Can you all please do that for me? Unlike Ka’rys, who was demanding, Ciceroth had no problem asking them all pleasantly to do as he needed done. He was, after all, a very nice dragon most of the time. It made it all the more potent when he deigned not to be. We also need to learn to land the same way but – I think we can save that for next lessons, though if each of you wants to practice, you still have a few moments before you’ll be needed. I suggest you get in practice. If you have questions, don’t hesitate to ask me.
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Post by Ember on Apr 12, 2010 20:04:42 GMT -5
If Iskierka was bothered by the looks and smiles her wingmates gave her she didn't show it. And honestly? She wasn't letting them bother her. If she got mad everytime someone looked at her weird or smiled nastily at her she probably wouldn't have survived so long. Bendenites didn't take well to being mouthed off to. She followed the instructions careful, remembering the way it felt to tie the knot. She learned best by doing something and she relied quite a bit on muscle memory, things that felt familiar and right, to help things stick in her mind. She lifted up the completed knot for the rest to see though she was looking at Ka'rys and not her wingmates as she did it. Did it meet his approval?
The bluerider set her knot down on the ground and walked to where Ka'rys was. She was incredibly wary of that smile, she really was. He did not seem like the type to smile so openly. As he turned to his bag of tricks she waited for him to reveal what she would be doing next. She eyed the chests he pulled out. She considered what they could do with them and came up with a couple of ideas but didn't voice them. Iskierka was fine with letting Ka'rys tell them in due time. Why rush through such enjoyable wing drills? She did a brief check up on Ioth in the meantime and found him fine. Good.
The blue's eye whirling picked up speed as he heard Ciceroth's croon. That meant he'd done well and Ioth was always happy to please. I'd be happy to, Ciceroth, he responded dutifully to the asked question. He flew lazy little circles in the air as he waited for instruction but the bronze let them do as they wanted for the time being. He gently brushed Iskierka's mind to get permission from her to practice as Ciceroth suggested (though he probably would have practiced anyways; staying still didn't sit well with the blue) and was allowed to do as he wanted within the time he was not needed. He landed and, careful to avoid the other dragons, proceeded to try Onyth's method of taking off. He rather liked that way better. He was capable of it and it suited his slightly more flashy style better than Ciceroth's method. He continued to practice it during the break.
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Post by Tashe on Apr 12, 2010 20:33:17 GMT -5
Pulling both ropes through the same loop, E'rro paused to check the previous steps. It didn't look right, but then again it wasn't done yet, he carefully spun the rope around. Satisfied with his work, the Brownrider pulled the ends taunt as Ka'rys had instructed. Completely unique was an accurate statement for the knot he now held in his hands. Truth be told E'rro hadn't had much experience in the realm of knot tying, he hadn't thought it prudent to learn more than a few of the most common, since usually those would do the trick for whatever he happened to need them for. He held out his conjoined rope so he could compare it to Iskierka's and to all of his immediate knowledge it looked the same, though the Brownrider knew he would have to practice the knot for a while after leaving this lesson. Laying the ropes out on the ground, E'rro stepped over them and moved closer to the Rider pair.
He didn't know what to think of Ka'rys's smile. It probably wasn't a good thing, but there wasn't much he could do other than stand there and wonder. He had worked as the Bronzerider's Wingsecond before and if his smile pre-amnesia was the same as it was now, then nothing particularly good was in store for them. Tucking his hands into the pockets of his pants, E'rro eased his stance into something that resembled a relaxed posture. The glade they were in had visibly lightened since he had arrived, which meant Rukbat wasn't too far behind the rays. Soon the temperature would rise again at a slow and steady pace. He hoped that they would be done before it was noon. Shards he hated the warm weather. And what the shells were those boxes for?
Ismaroth touched down and shuffled his wings into a more comfortable position. The muscles of his right joint were tight and had twinged slightly when preforming that sideways angle, but his had been right. He was healthy, but they would remain taunt until he regained all of his flexibility. Swiveling his head toward Ciceroth as the Bronze spoke, Ismaroth nodded his head. Sure. His attention shifted onto the others around him, waiting for an opening in which he could practice the take of again. Being a large Dragon, he didn't want to run into anyone accidentally.
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Post by Rei on Apr 16, 2010 16:33:44 GMT -5
Elysia complied with Ka’rys’s instructions to the best of her ability. Really tying knots wasn’t all that new to her. So it came as no surprise that she could do it well enough. Instructions completed, the greenrider’s eyes went from Iskierka’s knot to her own. Hers looked better in her opinion. Smiling she turned her attention to the bronze rider and nodded in response to his words. Setting her own rope down Elysia tilted her head and gave the female bluerider a not so reassuring smile. If anything, this should prove to be amusing. Her attention momentarily moved from Iskierka as Ka’rys moved to take a few mental trunks out of a bag. Huh. If anything is seemed drills where certainly going to be interesting, and she like interesting. Oh yes.
Onyth swirled in the air as she brushed Ciceroth’s mind with a light affirmative. Yes that she could do. Dipping down she looped lazily around Behruth before taking her turn in the queue to land. As she approached the ground she banked on her side like the bronze had done. Almost as soon as her legs touched ground she sprang upwards again in the twisting looping way she liked. It was more fun for her than anything.
Yes it was necessary and yes she was practicing but she also loved it. Flying was something she would most certainly die without. Swirling upwards she crooned encouragement to the rest of her wingmates especially Ioth and Behruth. The former because he was one of her favorite blues and the latter because he seemed remarkably agile for a brown. She liked him.
(woot fail post x.x)
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Post by mierce on Apr 16, 2010 22:39:25 GMT -5
Through the opening, once with each rope. Then pull it tight. Evrgarde casually shifted her weight to one leg and completed the knot as requested, then held it up to examine and compare with Iskierka’s. Two sailor’s knots, huh? The bluerider mentally nodded to herself and resolved to practice this knot more later. It wasn’t particularly difficult, but she wanted to tie it faster. And maybe eventually with one hand should the other be disabled. Now now Evr, don’t get ahead of yourself here.
Tossing a thoughtful huff back at the blue, Evrgarde set the rope down and trained her eyes first on the Bendenite, then on Ka’rys. Upon seeing the boxes, the first thought to come to mind was competitive lock-picking. Yes, in a group of mostly at-best-acquaintances, this bluerider was all for being better than everyone else. Not maliciously, of course, Iorath would assure anyone who got any negative ideas about His…
Ciceroth’s rather pleasant request was reciprocated with an equally polite affirmation from Iorath. He briefly stretched his wings before holding them closely to his body and waiting for an opening to make another liftoff. Practice practice practice. Practice until it becomes second nature.
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Post by Requiem on Apr 17, 2010 6:52:24 GMT -5
M'ta finished with the rope swiftly, not completely satisfied, no, but it looked like the other ones...he'd like to get a good close look at one tied by Ka'rys, however, dissect it. Later. Some might have thought him rather subdued, given his mouthy display earlier, but in reality he was simply mentally evaluating everything, including keeping part of his mind coiled around Behruth's. Normally M'ta didn't bother; they were close enough that he didn't need to actively touch the dragon's mind. But the brown was uncharacteristically feeling out of his element, and even if he hadn't asked for his rider's silent reassurance, he was thankful for it.
Ignoring the rather disconcerting grin from their wingleader in favor of the boxes - distinctly familiar boxes, that traitorous weyrmate of his - M'ta scrunched his nose at them. What now? Normally he might dismiss the suspicions as his typical paranoia, but considering they were supposed to be getting tied up at some point during this lesson the suspicions didn't seem all that unreasonable. Whatever was in those boxes - and whatever they were planning to do with them - was most likely to be unpleasant. Hm.
No criticisms. In fact, a mental presence that he quickly identified as Onyth - and returned a croon to her accordingly - brushed his mind encouragingly. Returning his dutiful acknowledgment to Ciceroth, the young brown proceeded to attempt a landing - they were landing anyway to take off again, weren't they? - coiling down and stumbling awkwardly, his tail whipping and brushing one of his wingmates to keep him balanced. Would definitely need to practice that. He crooned an apology to the other dragon, tucking his wings and ducking his head slightly to allow the others to practice before he did more than accidentally brush another dragon.
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Post by tarra on Apr 18, 2010 8:03:38 GMT -5
Ysaloth could not have cared less if the other dragons had so ignored him they bumped into him from lack of noticing. Onyth's brush of encouragement, having not included him at all, went unnoticed as well, and he circled the clearing with light, smooth wings as Ciceroth expressed pleasure at their performance. As before, he returned the comments with a pulse of acknowledgement, edged this time with a distinct sense of mirth - just a little, to show he was happy he had pleased the bronze. The Wingleader's suggestions were taken to be orders - that had always been the case back in Fort, and Ysaloth knew no other way of thinking.
He obeyed, coming in once more for a practice at landing while guarding his wings. In the enclosed space of the clearing it was tough, but the brown was a stubborn beast, and in landing as in taking off he guarded his wings. He stalled just above the trees with a sharp clap of wingsails, snapped his wings shut to fall towards the ground; then snapped them open and shut once more, very quickly, just metres above the ground. The rush of air generated from the sudden open and shut movement slowed him enough to make a soft landing; and keeping his wings shut as much as possible reduced their available surface area for attacks. An old technique, a very simple one, and not necessarily the best either. But Ysaloth was satisfied. The move had allowed him to test his almost-healed wings, and he was glad at what he found. Taking his usual square halt, he awaited Ciceroth's next command even as he observed the flying and practising dragons with cursory glances and sidelong stares upwards. A good bunch, good flyers - it would be an interesting team. Ysaloth always liked knowing who he worked with, and he was beginning to feel he would like working with this bunch.
Even if trust would take a while in coming.
Ar'ren, for his part, was feeling more and more uneasy even as his fingers worked the knot into shape. A quick glance at Iskierka's work tol him he was on the right track, and with a final tug to tighten the ropes he laid them down again for a mental check with Ysaloth. All seemed well in that section, and leaving the brown to his devices he watched, thin-lipped, as Ka'rys pulled out the chests - metal all, and enough for everyone on the team. That did not bode well; and the smile on the bronzerider's features only added to his uneasiness. He could imagine any number of things one could do with those trunks, none of them pleasant, and the knowledge of their Wingleader's reputation back in Fort only served to deepen his frown further. He realized he was frowning only then, and buried it beneath the soldier's gaze, blank but attentive. No point speculating now - they would find out soon enough what they were in for.
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