Tropical Weyrling Lesson 8

[reqqy]

Come along, lovelies, Reysalth purred to Millieth's weyrlings. Time for lessons. We'll be inspecting riding straps again. Latecomers get the wrath of midget! Lauranna rolled her eyes at her green's words, which of course the dragon made sure she heard as well. Not very nice. Now they'll all think it's okay to call me that! Isn't it? Hopeless. You're completely hopeless. I'm hopeless? We were lucky to even get out of the weyr this morning. I'm being good! Honestly! Oh? Tell me...does that skirt even cover when sitting on the edge of the desk like that?

Lauranna refused to comment. She had leggings on underneath, so what was the big deal, anyway? Even she wouldn't go riding in just a skirt. Of course, the leggings were flesh-colored and close-fitting, but that was just an unimportant detail, right? Laurie giggled to herself, kicking her legs a moment and then looking back over the list of weyrlings. F'rah had insisted she memorize them all earlier, but she'd distracted him from his ultimatum quite...effectively.

The small blonde tugged on her braid and forced herself to be serious for a few seconds. First item of the day, fighting strap inspections. Then they all got to go outside into the bright, yummy sunshine, and everyone would get a chance to get into the air from a straight run - luckily they had a stretch of flat earth not far from here - and conduct the first set of drills from the air. Which today just meant flying around a little without bumping into each other. One step at a time! Maybe if they were good, after taking the weyrlings up a little higher and reviewing the weyr so that the image could start to be committed to memory, they'd let them race each other a little bit and have fun flying. Oh, to be a weyrling again!

Silly. You always hated lessons. I never had a teacher as wonderful as me. Even from inside the barracks, she could hear Reysalth's disbelieving rumble.

Attendance:
T'nmor of bronze Jedirth (Missed 1)
S'adi of bronze Sitieth (Missed 4)
Q'in of brown Russeth (Missed 2)
N'tian of brown Elleoth (Missed 3)
A'viar of blue Benath (NPC)
L'ron of blue Fortith
T'ra of blue Gartoth (NPC)
D'niel of blue Zorith (NPC)
Devai of green Sendreth (Missed 4)
Janisi of green Storith (Missed 1)
Sikowy of green Linoth (Missed 3)
Fiona of green Raiyth

[kysseh]

Wrath of midget? Fiona had to be bemused by the (temporary) weyrlingmaster's dragon's choice of words. Midget? What midget? She was taller than their usual weyrlingmaster, so, really, any woman of average height or below could be called a 'midget'. But... this dragon was a green, Raiyth informed her. Reysalth of.... of.... well, neither of the greenpair knew the rider's name, but that was just fine. Both of them were enthusiastic about meeting new friends, and this green seemed highly unlikely to be quarrelsome, difficult, or unfriendly. Then again, Fiona had been wrong before...

Tugging on her boots, the curly-haired young woman very carefully took her fighting straps from their storage place. She was absolutely finicky about them, mostly because flying was such a delight that she was in no mood to jeopardize any opportunity to do so. She did take a few brief seconds in front of the mirror to primp. Her curls were especially bouncy today, and she tugged on them a little to watch them sproing, giggling at the result. How she loved her hair! The rest of her was neat and presentable, and Fiona practically skipped over to where Raiyth was getting to her feet, loving the way the green met her gaze upon waking and stirring. It had become a habit for them, and those few quiet seconds of pure, uninterrupted love and adoration were immeasurably precious every time.

But... adoration and love and trust could not get them airborne, and Fiona found herself scurrying down the hallway with as much enthusiasm as she could keep under control. Raiyth was hot on her heels, the green's wings all aflutter in her excitement. More flying, Mine! But do you think this one may not let us because she is not the normal master? I hope not. We are good fliers, you and I. Or... well, we will be when we get to practice. We need practice. the little green chattered on excitedly, only mildly disheartened at the thought of not being allowed to fly. Fiona sent a curious thought her dragon' way, and Raiyth responded thoughtfully to it, her mental tones sounding almost wise. Yes, maybe we should not be too eager, or they will think us reckless. Yes. Happy but not hyper. Happy but not hyper...

It was hard to stifle a giggle at her now behaviorally-subdued dragon's chanting, but Fiona just managed, slowing her own pace to a brisk sort of walk as she entered the classroom, smiling cheerfully at their new... temporary... tantalizing... weyrlingmaster. Even as she gently shooed Raiyth to one side to make room for the rest, fighting straps still carried in her gentle hands, Fiona had to acknowledge that the other woman was a lovely one. Fiona liked females. They were attractive on multiple levels, and even though she'd only ever been with men, she had to wonder what women would be like. A thought for later, perhaps. Ah well! She could not resist a wave and an enthusiastic "Hello!" of greeting, though. That just could not be concealed.

[irbre]

Hearing the call to the lesson, both T'nmor and Jedirth perked, their sudden interest aroused. A lesson, and from a very different source than the others. The feminine mindvoice and a reference to...midgets? T'nmor snorted softly while Jedirth looked more than a bit confused, though the bronze didn't bother to pursue the matter. Were there even midgets at the Weyr? He would have to ask T'nmor later, but not at the moment. It was a call to their lesson, after all, and they had to obey as quickly as possible. T'nmor stood up hastily, glancing briefly over at Jedirth who, like always, was already ahead of him, his bronze form padding swiftly in the direction of the call.

"Wait for me, you lump!" T'nmor called, half-humorous, half-exasperated. He scrambled gracefully after Jedirth, gazing searchingly around the room for a moment until he located his straps. He gathered them up hastily and clumsily, the bundle somewhat awkward to carry as he made his way over to the waiting dragon, who was stationed placidly by the door, watching His intently. Really, his T'nmor could be quite slow, especially at the time of day that it was. The bronzeweyrling appeared to be on top of things for that particular day, though, and set about to setting the riding straps up as properly as possible. His heart leapt in his chest at the action, for it meant that they would be flying again, an activity that he found to be very enjoyable. Jedirth likewise enjoyed flying, as he should, and made no secret of it. Faster please, mine, he stated, the faintest bit of a plaintive whine working its way into his tone. He was too polite to demand T'nmor to work faster, but the boy got the gist of it.

"I'm working as fast as I can," he mumbled in reply, pulling one strap tighter and reaching for another. Jedirth obligingly lowered himself as far as possible and T'nmor took the opportunity to finish securing every strap and buckle, checking them once, twice, thrice more for safety's sake. He wasn't about to be one of those unfortunate fools who fell off because their straps weren't properly secured. Content with them, he nodded up to Jedirth, whose excitement was nearly palpable. "Shall we go then, my friend?" he asked, eyebrow arching in mild amusement. Jedirth dipped his head in a gentleman-ly gesture, mostly mocking, and turned. They wouldn't fly there, of course, but it never hurt to be prepared.

It didn't take them long to arrive, T'nmor jogging and Jedirth padding along at a steady pace, the earlier arriving somewhat out-of-breath. That didn't last long, though, as the pair moved to take their place by the already-arrived greenpair of Fiona and Raiyth, T'nmor nodding briefly to his fellow weyrling while Jedirth gave Raiyth a brief "Hello." that was brighter than usual. It was obvious that he was happy to have a flying lesson, and hopeful a pair of teachers who would be kinder than the others, though he would never say that, even to His. "Good day, Weyrlingmaster," T'nmor intoned respectfully, Jedirth mimicking him at the same moment in a strange echo. They stood next to each other, relaxed and yet prepared, one of T'nmor's hands resting on Jedirth's leg, fingers splayed over the wound given to him by Fortith, as if attempting to cover it up as casually as possible.

[Q'in and Russeth soon.]

[randi]

"Wrath of a midget?" His head lifted from going over his straps, hair falling around his face from where it had failed to be tied up earlier. L'ron had been furiously doing anything and everything he could to keep his hands busy and his mind otherwise occupied.

This should be fun, Fortith replied with his unusual cheeriness. He liked flying. Adored it. He spent every waking moment he was flying or hurting someone, a thought that made L'ron's light eyes darken. T'nmor would be there. The idea of challenging his slower opponent mid-air seemed absolutely grand to the blue, which earned him a glare.

"You're stupidly lucky," he hissed quietly at the dragon, "that you're even allowed to fly after that." The blue flicked his tail, spreading his wings slightly with an amused thrum in his throat.

Do you think that them punishing us, L'ron's chest tightened, for he was an accomplice in so many ways, would keep me out of the air? With a shake of his head, L'ron pulled the remains of the tie out of his hair, retying the runner's tail that it had previously been.

"I suppose not. Stay here until we fly. I don't want you fighting with Jedirth," there seemed the be the tone of a warning in his voice, but it seemed to pass completely over the blue. Grabbing his straps, he followed after the others. There was Fiona, Faranth forbid the happy girl ever missed a lesson, envy of her dumb state practically painting his mind green and then there was T'nmor, who was trying to cover Jedirth's wound. Fortith's side had darkened in a slight bruise that he hissed about when it was touched, but the bronze had definitely gotten the worst out of that brawl. Some sort of pride rested that Fortith had beaten a larger dragon than he, but L'ron still avoided T'nmor's eyes.

Maybe the next time, my beloved brother won't pull his attacks, came Fortith's commentary as L'ron's eyes darted to their Weyrlingmaster for the lesson, since the Tropical clutch seemed to be getting passed around like a loose candidate. She was fairly nice looking, which made it harder to concoct a small smile.

No tearing apart the greenrider either.

[Kisha-Ra]

Another lesson, another weyrlingmaster.[/I] Even Storith found it hard to get excited over that, this group of weyrling was getting shunted around a bit. That was Reysalth.[/color] The green added, trying to get some interest out Janisi.

Janisi sat on the edge of her bed to pull her boots on and thought about this. Reysalth, as far as she could remember, was one of the older dragons. Presumably this meant her rider was experienced, that was probably why they’d landed that pair for flight practice. At least Reysalth was nice about calling them, which made a change from normal. Cheer up Storith, you get to go flying. Storith perked up tremendously at that, in fact she almost started bouncing around the room.

Hurry up then. I want to fly. Get our straps. Hurry up![/color] Storith demanded while her rider laughed softy at the young dragon’s sudden change of mood.

Janisi walked into the classroom with her fighting straps dangling from one hand and an excited green dragon bouncing around her, Storith had refused to wait in the room for ao much as a moment. She glanced at today’s teacher, then had to blink and look again. Oh she was wearing leggings, that look had to be intentional.