Weyrling Lesson Repeat 6 {Skip on Pain of Death}

[ryanne]

Pursuing his lips, I’mny was clearly pissed. The last lesson had not gone well. So few weyrlings had come that they were having to redo it and he was going to make sure that every last one of them was going to show up. If they didn’t, well, he was going to see to it that they didn’t’ only have to repeat the lesson, but the entire turn. He wasn’t going to put up with shirkers. It was his duty to teach the weyrlings, but it wasn’t his duty to get him there. Yet, when they didn’t know, it was his fault. Well, the most that he could do is call their dragons and apparently that wasn’t working. He was going to get creative today and he was going to get even one of their sharding pitiful bodies into the classroom so he could lecture them properly (aka yell at them properly) and then continue on into the real lesson. It was nonsense that he was having to repeat this in the first place.

Call them and tell them to wait for me once they get there, he ordered Tekisith, his mindspeak even filled with irritation. Thankfully, the blue wasn’t in the mood to fight or he would have told his rider to ask nicely or he wouldn’t do it at all. It wasn’t like he was the weyrling master. It wasn’t his job to talk with the little leeches that wouldn’t leave His alone. Instead, he just caught onto his bonded’s mood and let it go. Musing for a moment as to what exactly he wanted to say, I’mny’s impatience grew making him just call out.

I don’t know what you’ve done, but you’ve made Mine angry so you better deliver him back to me in a better mood or you won’t only have him to worry about. Lesson time. Wait for him to get there if he’s not there yet,[/b] he called out, his mindvoice more cutting than usual. It was bad enough that they stole His’ time but now they have him in an irritable mood and he had to deal with it. He meant his threat, though. Unless they wanted to be awaken at all hours of the night by his voice prodding them awake just for the mere purpose of payback, they better go and behave and get yelled out so that His came back at least feeling like he did his job properly.

I’mny grinned at his dragon’s message, entering the weyrling barracks. Hellbent on rousting the weyrlings, he began to pound on doors, calling the weyrlings out of their bed, clearly much earlier than usual. “Get your worthless arses out of bed,” he yelled, his voice still low, but loud. If they had any sense, they would roll out of bed and get out there in front of him before he got to his third word. He was going to get them all out of bed if it was the last thing they did. Making his way down the hall, he rammed his fists against the doors before sprinting back down the hall and up the stairs to repeat the action on the rooms a floor up. Between him and his dragon, there was no way that anyone would be able to stay asleep even if they weren’t part of his lessons. All the weyrlings would be rousted and he didn’t care that not all of him were supposed to be. They could get mad at the stupid weyrlings that missed their lessons. Because, quite frankly, he didn’t care one sharding bit.

Attendance

T'nmor of bronze Jedirth
S'adi of bronze Sitieth
Q'in of brown Russeth
N'tian of brown Elleoth
A'viar of blue Benath
L'ron of blue Fortith
T'ra of blue Gartoth
D'niel of blue Zorith
Devai of green Sendreth
Janisi of green Storith
Sikowy of green Linoth
Fiona of green Raiyth[/size][/center]

[randi]

Sleeping peacefully was a gift, a rare merciful shine from Fortith's mind. For the first month in ages he had been able to rest contentedly, without nightmares that clutched at his heart, without the fear that he was going to wake up to a murderous blue dragon that had kept him from sleeping deeply for what had felt like so long. Of course, that couldn't be kept, could it?

L'ron had awakened the moment he felt the piercing voice of I'mny's blue, hissing through his teeth. Fortith's head had lifted, eyes whirling red with irritation. The pounding was insufferable, and pounded a headache right into his brain. Groaning, he got up, pulling on his clothes swiftly. Shardit, he was getting punished for being at the damn lesson. If anyone didn't show up, he was going to kill them for this.

The thought made him pause for a moment, peering over at Fortith before shaking his head. "That was you, wasn't it?" He may have been angry, may have hated with all his heart, but he'd never thought to...

Get to lesson. Now. I want to sleep. Fortith growled, his whirling red eyes glaring at His. L'ron shook his head as he pulled on his second boot, following the sounds of pounding and shouting down to the lesson room, clearly still half asleep. Was he first? Ugh, he couldn't see clear enough to know. Rubbing at his eyes, he leaned against the wall, fighting back a yawn with difficulty.

[kysseh]

Fiona had been awakened by the rather sharp mindvoice, and she sat upright with a start, clutching her blanket more tightly around her in fear. What was going on?! Lessons?! But... she had gone to lessons, hadn't she? She was confused, and the sound of pounding on doors was not helping. Oh, dear.... someone had angered the weyrlingmaster, it seemed. Perhaps it was because only a handful of good weyrlings had been present the last time, but she had been there! So, he couldn't be mad at her... could he?

Adopting a slightly sorrowful expression, Fiona tossed back her covers and hopped out of bed, running around her room in a futile attempt to find decent clothing. After finding a tunic and pants that covered anything, the green weyrling hopped about on one foot as she tried to pull one boot on. It was an action doomed to failure, and she fell over, still trying to tug on the errant piece of footwear. By this time, the yelling and pounding had reached her door, and she managed a strangled yell of, "Coming, weyrlingmaster!" as she finally got the boot onto... the wrong foot. She glared at her feet and then spent another few minutes switching the boot around and slipping the other one on.

She bounced to her feet and went toward her sleepy dragon, the green's eyes barely opened. Before Raiyth could query, she just kissed the green's nose and promised to be back soon. Giving her clothes one last good tug to straighten, she opened the door and ran like felines were after her, straight down the stairs and toward their customary lesson room. She skidded to a halt upon arriving, looking about in sleepy bewilderment and mild amazement that she had not fallen on her face along the way. ... Where was everyone else?

[irbre]

Mine, we are being called to repeat a Lesson, Jedirth announced suddenly, interrupting T'nmor's trailing frame of thought. The bronzeweyrling sat up abruptly, blinking his weariness away and straightening his back, wincing as it cracked in defiance. Jedirth's warning was hardly needed as the loud pounding of their Weyrlingmaster roused his bunkmate even further, Q'in tumbling to the floor with a painful 'oof.' T'nmor cast the brownweyrling an apologetic grin, but Q'in was already on his feet, obediently pulling on the proper clothing, wincing slightly as he did so.

Best get going, Mine. And hurry. Tekisith sounds angry himself, for once, the bronze murmured, stretching slowly and languorously, unfurling his wings to work the stiff joints from sleep. T'nmor yawned and pulled on his clothing, following Q'in out the door, grumbling to himself about the fact that his bunkmate was already spry and energetic, especially so early in the morning. When was it, anyway? He glanced around, realizing belatedly that they were up earlier than usual. This, if anything, put him in an even worse mood.

Q'in was first to arrive, skidding to a graceful stop at the doorway before sliding through, glancing around without much surprise as he noticed that he was neither the first nor the last to enter. That suited him fine. He was punctual, at least, and they had beaten the Weyrlingmaster, which would hopefully bode well. He hardly glanced around as T'nmor came skidding into the room behind him, instead moving silently towards the other weyrlings, smiling slightly at them as he passed. He moved to take his accustomed place, stifling a yawn and leaning against the wall, miming L'ron's position.

[Kisha-Ra]

‘I am awake thank you.’ Janisi muttered, very quietly, if she was annoyed about people skipping lessons then I’mny was probably furious.

I would run Janisi. You know what? I’m coming too. I slept through this lesson before but this time I’ll come Grumpyface is already grumping. Storith rambled on as her chosen tugged on clean clothes and tried not to think too much about what the weyrlingmaster would say, well yell most probably.

Janisi sprinted down the corridor with Storith in tow, although the green could now easily outrun her rider, and nearly fell into the classroom, at least with her foreknowledge that the lesson was being repeated Janisi could pick a good seat.

Storith curled herself up in the corner of the room, though she didn’t close her eyes. Weyrlingmaster Grumpyface had no right to shout at hers, it was the others who didn’t come before. Storith had already lost some of Janisi’s time to this. This time she would be present, and the time would not be lost. Storith was pleased with her deduction.