LESSON 1, ROTATION 2

[dragon]

-Welcome to the Weyr! – Things to know about living in a Weyr, things required as candidates, basic needs at a Hatching

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Another new class... sometimes, Emoyan wondered when he was going to get tired of repeating the same stuff, over and over. Being a Harper by profession helped a bit, but there were still days.

Of course, he'd picked up a few tricks along the way, for attracting kids to lessons. One of them seemed to work really well; food. And as such, he'd exploited that one again, having made sure to go get a huge platterfull of sandwiches and bring them back to the common room where lessons were held. They were all types of sandwiches, made all ways thinkable, to satisfy any kind of preference that the kids might have.

Now, to just wait for them to arrive.

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Emiliah
Tynaris
Eliah
Talien
Mayari
Kevin

[Sheari]

It seemed strange to the girl. Emiliah had woken up like she would any other day with the drudges, Shrew curled up on her stomach, but she had been instructed to move what few things she had to the Candidates Barracks. Today was not to be a normal day, but the small wave of approval she got from the green perched on her shoulder about finally leaving that place that just crawled with work. Setting her things down in her new trunk she walked in her stockinged feet to the common room.

Upon entering the room she immediately grabbed a sandwich. It was a fruit sandwich, dripping a little off of the corner, and sat down to break off a piece to offer to Shrew. The fire lizard's curiosity got the best of her and she took the piece. Chewing and almost swallowing it whole she gave a disinterested chirp and flew off to find someone with meat to feed her. "Shrew," was the only thing Emiliah said as the creature flew off. Their usual morning ritual, though that usual had cheese instead of sandwich.

The girl turned her attention then to Emoyan, at the front of the class. She stared at him with wide eyes and nibbled at her food. She hummed silently to herself, the mental voice of Dib chiming in. What was he going to do?

[Rei]

Tynaris hesitantly stuck his head into the classroom. Seeing another girl and the candidate master sitting there he gave a sort of relieved smile. He was still getting used to making his way around this place. Weyrlife was definitely taking some getting used to. Especially because he was as holdbred as it came. Striding into the room he spied the sandwiches. Oh good, he actually could use a bite to eat. And was that roast wherry? Grabbing the food he took the desk directly next to Emiliah. Offering her a light smile the boy’s eyes widened as he regarded Shrew. Firelizards where something he got to see every now and again but still they where a rarity.

As the little green flew off he held out a piece of the wherry and whistled to get her attention. He had some meat if she was interested? Tynaris tried not to look hopeful. All he wanted was a closer look. He wouldn’t touch he promised himself. Half of his attention went to Emoyan as well. This whole thing was so new to him. He wasn’t sure how or where he could possibly begin. He was already missing life on the sea. Maybe he should visit the coast. Someone said it was around here but it would probably be a long walk for one without runner or dragon.

(Short xP)

[Tashe]

Being fourteen felt no different than being thirteen... the only thing that was different, as far as he could tell, was that he had grown a little.

After fixing his last earing, Eliah tucked his black tunic into his pants. He now had six piercings, the two newest ones where still tender but had healed enough that it didn't hurt to sleep on his sides anymore. Although the lobe piercing was easy to sit through, he had squirmed when his mother had pierced his cartilage, they hurt five times more in his opinion. But the pain was worth it, he liked the way his ears looked. Tugging on his boots, Eliah stood up and tapped the toe of each on the floor, making sure they fit snugly. Recently, he had noticed that his wardrobe consisted of mainly black. The outfit he wore was no exception to the rule, no bright colors today. It didn't matter much, and anyways, Rishin had enough color for the both of them.

"Rishin. Heel." Opening the door to the hallway, Eliah glanced back at the room he shared with the other male candidates. Despite being surrounded by people, he still felt lonely. He wasn't used to not having many friends. Letting the door swing shut behind him, the young boy sighed before descending the stairs to the common room, listening to Rishin's claws click against the wood. It was a comforting sound, something he was used to. Entering the common room, Eliah glanced at the others before turning to Rishin and giving her the hand signal for 'stay', which she promptly accepted and flopped heartily down onto the floor. As he tucked his hands into his pockets, the Candidate chose a seat behind his other two classmates before sinking down in his chair and looking down at his lap. He wasn't hungry, so the sandwich platter had been left alone.

[dragon]

Emoyan watched as ... one ... two... three. Only three? Three candidates? Whenever the next clutch happened, the Weyr was doomed. Three candidates? He had more pets in the room than students! And that was just ... wrong. Well ... maybe not quite more pets. It was close to a tie. And the ones he did have looked half asleep. Or gorked out on something. Time to remedy this lot.

"Finish up your sandwiches." He decided, getting to his feet. "And then I need the three of you to run to the hatching sands and back. You have ten minutes." It wasn't very far, but given the stairs between the room they were in and the ground, and getting there, and back, and back up ... it would ... should wake them up. In the mean time ...

Emoyan headed out of the room and up the stairs to the rooms where the rest of the candidates were snoozing. Time to dump some kids out of beds and get their sorry asses moving. Apparently failing those who didn't show was not working in motivating them to show up. And apparently to some, food was not a good enough lure.

Every time he found a tardy candidate, he sent them toward the door and stairs toward the common room where lessons were held with an earful of chastisement before he headed on to find another one. It was time they showed up. Regardless of whether or not they thought they new it all already or not.

Having routed out the last of them, he followed them down the stairs, making sure they actually went, more or less herding them into the lesson room.

[Tashe]

He winced. Running was not Eliah's strong suit, not in the slightest. Now if he had asked them to climb something, that would have been a different story. Sliding out of his seat, the Candidate stretched his back before grimly moving for the door. Eliah collected Rishin with a whistle and quietly jogged over to the stairs that would lead them to the outside. The cold air made him sneeze, but he doubted that Emoyan would put off the run until it was even slightly warmer. Taking the stick Rishin had already found, Eliah tossed it as hard as he could before picking up a steady jog. He hated running, so much so that he would prefer to do hard physical labor instead. If only because he was terrible at it, a slow runner was he. The candidate's legs were just not built up enough for any real type of endurance. He took the stick again as the female Canine brought it back, not taking the time to stop. Instead he threw it while rounding one of the building's 'corners'. Emoyan was cruel, and rather bi-polar. Treating them to sandwiches and then making them run. Meanie.

Twice more he threw Rishin her stick before the candidate grew to winded to focus on anything but running. It was a good thing Rishin was quite content to pace beside him, her prize dangling in her mouth. It was in this time when Eliah realized becoming a Dragonrider was not only about knowledge, but the ability to keep up with the physical training as well. It received an audible groan. There was more running in his future, he just knew it. Despite the fact that the perimeter of the hatching Grounds being a relatively short distance, by the time Eliah got back to the stairwell he was panting. He shot a glare at Rishin, who looked positively happy that they had been able to go outside. She of course, had enjoyed the run. Huffing he took the steps one at a time and upon reaching the landing, immediately retreated to his seat, sinking down into it as Rishin took her place at his feet. The older boy didn't bother sending her to the back of the room, he was too busy staring at the ceiling. So far, the worst first day of class ever. He hadn't even noticed the steady increase of Candidates fleeing into the room.

[Rei]

What! Was he serious? Running? He just scarfed down like two whole sandwiches. Not good. This teacher was either stupid or just plain cruel. Who fed kids and then expected them to run directly after? That was just asking for trouble. Without complaint the boy rose although he did shot a glare at the offender. Shaking out his limbs he tore off his shirt and flung it to the desk top. Swimming and working on a boat made him physically fit. It gave him a bit of an advantage on this and he intended to practically sprint the whole way…on purpose. It would helpful illustrate to the teacher just how stupid this exercise was. If he was planning on making people run he should omit the food.

Tearing out of the classroom he took the steps two at a time and hitting open ground really opened up his stride. It was as easy as breathing to him. The rest of his classmates where forgotten in the familiar surge of adrenaline. Faster, faster, faster. His bare feet slapped the cold ground and he felt the familiar sheen of sweat break out of his forehead. To the hatching grounds and back Emoyan had said. Well Tynaris went a bit farther than that. On purpose. As he made his way back he could feel his stomach churning uncomfortably. Perfect. Ascending the stairs back to the classroom was agonizing but he managed to hold it in by pure will power. Stumbling back into the room his chest heaved painfully and he retched.

The spray of vomit that spewed forth cascaded wetly onto Emoyan’s shoes. Half digested sandwiches sure looked disgusting. Groaning, Tynaris managed a weak “sorry” before stumbling back to his desk and hiding his head in his arms. Was he smiling now? Oh Faranth yes. Take that evil teacher. Score one for abused students everywhere. Managing to look particularly miserable was easy because he felt horrible. Was it worth it? In his mind yes.

[kat]

It would seem that Emoyan was about to have two more candidates join in on the lesson. Maya hadn't slept well the night before, and she had nearly forgotten about having to attend candidate lessons the next day. However, it was fortunate she managed to wake up to use the latrine, because it was then that she remembered. Remembered, and muttered a brief oath before quickly heading back to the room to throw on appropriate clothing, and then head off at a run--a bronze salamandyr clinging to her shoulder--for the common room. It wasn't far, thank Faranth, and she apologized for having been late.

"Sorry, Master Emoyan. I overslept," she admitted, the guilt clear on her face. However, in the next instant, another boy entered, head of hair tousled as though he'd only just woken. At least she wasn't the only one? Zexion, who was clinging to the fabric of her shoulder, had refused to be left behind. Rather than do so, and risk him getting into all sorts of mayhem, she'd conceded to letting him come. So long as he behaved himself, that was.

Want wich food, yes? Zexion can has wich?[/color] Maya noted then that there were sandwiches of all kinds laid out on a platter, and smiled a little at seeing that. Well, she'd heard that Emoyan was tough as nails, and yet this was a pleasant surprise. She grabbed one and offered the bronze a piece, which he happily began to scoff. While he preferred eggs and meat, he had a liking for human food that had only grown the more he tried. Nothing was better than 'eggfood' but still, at least he had a wide repertoire of other things he would eat. She had to eat quickly to catch up, and in the next moment they were instructed to run to the hatching sands and back. Well, that wasn't so bad. A rather easy run, and she told Zexion to hold on before heading off. Still, she had to be amused that he would feed them, and then tell them to run. Hadn't he ever heard of after meal cramps? Apparently not. Still, that had been a good sandwich...

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Talien woke up after a rather unpleasant dream of being chased by something. Woke up, and realized that the barracks were empty. Then it hit him. Candidate lessons! Emoyan wouldn't be happy he was late, either. Throwing on his clothes he ran for the common room, his hair tousled from sleep. Luckily it wasn't very long and didn't look too abhorrent. Still, he did look like he'd just rolled out of bed--which he had. He got there just in time to hear a female candidate apologize for being late, and piped in, "likewise. Overslept, bad dreams and all that," he let on, smirking as he grabbed up two sandwiches and raised one before commenting, "this is good," and then proceeding to continue scoffing. Still, his scoffing managed to be polite as it could be for scoffing. It just meant he took really big bites, and downed them really fast. Nothing like a breakfast in the morning to get one going!

And going it seemed like it would be. He popped the last bit of roast wherry sandwich into his mouth, and was half done chewing when Emoyan ordered them to run. His face fell, and his eyes widened a bit. Run? He'd just eaten two sandwiches in record time, and now he was supposed to run? Well, it wasn't so bad, but for Faranth's sake it was going to cause a few cramps in the class. Eating and running, who did that? Still, he wasn't going to raise the question. And seemed he never had to, because someone made the point for him.

He made sure to keep a decent pace, because he didn't need cramps or nausea, that was for sure. However, he was quite aware of someone sprinting all the way, and wondered if they were out of their minds. He got back just in time to see that same candidate vomit all over Emoyan's shoes. He couldn't help it, he broke out laughing, trying to cover it with his hand. Shells, but that was just funny. He couldn't tell if the candidate was embarrassed or pleased, the way the guy was hunched over. Yet, kudos to him, and maybe the Candidate Master wouldn't make them run after eating anymore? Save the food until later, and all that. [/size]

[dragon]

Most of the candidates were accounted for now. Most, but not all. Some were still missing. Where they could be hiding, Emoyan didn't know. He did send Rascal off to find the missing members, deciding that it was time to move forward with the class that he had, returning to the common room on the heels of the most tardy of the lot. Just in time to get his feet blarked on by a rather green-looking lad.

Emoyan frowned, but did not say anything, tapping his toes on the floor to get it off before it soaked in very much. He had a vague notion that the lad had done that rather deliberately. But he also had no way of proving it, so he didn't say anything about it. "Be sure to clean that up after class." He decided, moving to where he had left all of his things. Only a fool would run that hard, if he had eaten so recently - and torture was not what Emoyan had intended, more a means to keep them busy and from getting into trouble while he fetched the tardy bunch. Regardless, Emoyan rather figured that the misery the lad was still in was punishment enough for the foolishness he'd just displayed.

"Take your seats, sit up, and pay attention." Emoyan stated, simply, taking his own seat. "I am only going to tell you these things once, so I suggest you listen up. There will be a written test later on. But first; welcome to the Weyr, and congratulations on successfully becoming a Candidate. Whether that be for dragons, or for whers."

"I also do not want any of you to get the idea that tardiness - for whatever reason short of life-threatening injury - is tolerated. And, in the future, if you do not show up on time for classes, I will fail you to the next rotation. Failing your classes means you do not get the privileged to stand for Impression."

[Tashe]

He didn't need to see it, all he had to do was hear someone retching to get queasy. Putting a hand on his belly, Eliah concentrated more on his breathing than the others chattering around him. Disgusting. A shiver ran down his spine causing him to rest his head in the palms of his hands, throwing up was certainly not on his agenda. Sucking in air, the Candidate stared at the floor beneath his boots. No sir, he wasn't going to be sick. Subconsciously Eliah reached up and tugged on one of his earrings, hissing in pain as he pulled on a new one. He didn't have much time to go back to wallowing over his current state of being because Emoyan started talking. He sat up, despite the fact he didn't want to. Personally, he didn't want to get on the wrong side of the Candidatemaster. Emoyan had the power to keep them from standing and he had done a lot to get this far so he rather not be forbidden to stand.

Which probably meant he shouldn't be late, or so the Candidatemaster was exclaiming. Completing lessons and Impressing was the last chance he had to escape from his father. Eliah loved Woodcraft, but when his father was in charge everything he loved about it seemed to wither away. It wasn't fair. His father wouldn't let him petition a transfer from he Woodcraft Hall, and had only let him come to Selenitas with the Greenrider when Eliah promised to come back to Hyphen and complete his training when this 'ridiculous notion' failed to go through for him. Tapping the heel of his boot on the floor the Senior Apprentice rested against the back of his chair, before deciding to cross his legs. If he was going to listen to Emoyan, he might as well be comfortable doing it.

Dragons he had heard much about, but he was interested to learn about Whers. They had a watchwher back at Hyphen, his friend's father was it's handler. He didn't know whether Whers at the Weyr were the same type of Wher that they had at the Hold. It was likely but seeing as this Weyr had little creatures called Salamandyrs, anything was possible.