Christmas Weyrlings (Lesson 10)

[weaving]

The past month had been stressful. His leg was healing nicely, though it still hurt to do anything too strenuous though he wasn’t much concerned with that. Morendoth’s wings, once large and whole, were torn to the point that long periods of flight would be impossible. He could glide and stay in the air for short periods but fighting thread was out of the question, as were mating flights. The brown had taken this new development surprisingly well considering he couldn’t really do much. Still, he couldn’t be too surprised. Morendoth had always been able to see the bright side of things.

Call them.

Weyrlings, Weyrlingmaster I’fael wishes you to know that we’ll be meeting out in the training field today. Don’t be late. Announcement made, Morendoth returned to napping. There wasn’t much else he could do at the moment.

“Good morning everyone. I know that this has been a rough month so before lessons begin, would anyone like to talk about how they’ve been feeling, either alone or with the group?” He understood that the attack had been hard for them to deal with, and so figured that giving them a chance to talk about it would be wise.

(/failpost. Sorry, I’m currently feeling ridiculously nausea and hoping it’s not stomach flu)

Christmas Weyrlings
Ke’rin of Bronze Jaymith
C’oar of Brown Frosstyth
A’fyr of Brown Rudolth
N’lai of Blue Kyssith (dead)
C’vin of Blue Mallowth
Saeo of Blue Cherilith
T’ke of Blue Garaeth
Za’x of Green Irylth (dead)
Raylin of Green Ebolath
Farryl of Green Peppeth
T’rea of Green Rioth(APC)(dead)
Morea of Green Heith(APC) (dead)

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[ladybug]

Rudolth had been released from the infirmary a few days ago, his burns and cuts healed. Fortunately, there had been no nerve damage, but he now had a pale, waxy looking patch on his back from the scarring. He was excited to get back to training and see his friends again. Come on! Let's go, lessons are starting![/color] He announced, sticking his head into his rider's window.

"Coming, Ru." A'fyr gave the brown a pat on the snout, then gathered his gear and went outside. Rudolth lifted off and flew gingerly to the training field, flying a little stiffly after being grounded. He landed in the training field near Morendoth, and A'fyr soon followed. Greetings, Morendoth. How are you feeling?[/color] he asked the older brown, wondering how Morendoth's wounds were healing.

"Greetings, Weyrlingmaster," A'fyr said, standing beside his dragon. As the lesson began he stayed silent, deciding not to say anything yet. The idea of a care-and-share made him a little uncomfortable, but maybe if someone else went first, he would speak up too.

((Feel better soon, Weaving!))

[topaz]

C'vin and Mallowth were in the infirmary when Morendoth's call went out. It was not the most cheerful place to be, but their bandages and wounds needed a checking over. Explaining their need to leave to the attending healer, the pair quickly had their wounds rewrapped and hurried out towards the field. Minelove, do not be worried. I am excited for lessons! We can get back to normal now, and everything will be fixed. C'vin smiled at his optimistic dragon, and pat his shoulder. "I am excited Mal, I am. You're right." He wasn't really excited though, Mallowth could feel it, and the dragon visibly wilted. C'vin was ecstatic that he and his dear Mallowth were on the mend, as were so many others, but the death toll always lingered in the back of his mind. It would never be the same, as much as Mallowth and C'vin willed it to be. There would always be a few weyrlings missing in class, and the void would be a constant reminder of what had happened.

Trotting slowly in front of His, Mallowth veered over to the two brown dragons, while C'vin stood next to A'fyr by I'fael. The weyrling inclined his head to the man respectfully, and waited to hear what he had to say. They would be sharing their feelings? Eh. Great. Seeing that A'fyr was reluctant to start the conversation, C'vin filled up the silence. "Well, me and Mallowth are doing well. Nearly healed now. But, uhm . . it's just a little hard. You know . . . not seeing them here at lessons anymore or in the barracks, and stuff . ." C'vin shoved his hands down into his pockets as he looked around at the faces of the weyrlings that were gladly still around. T'rea and Rioth had been the blue pair's roommates and, while he admitted he did not know them very well, the empty space was disturbing. Mallowth had even taken up laying next to C'vin's cot, his head right next to the boy's pillow, to compensate subconsciously for the new lack of nighttime noises.

Said blue had come up next to Rudolth on his left, nuzzling the larger clutchsibling with his good cheek. Goodmorning Rudolth, Morendoth. He gave a croon to them both. I am so very happy to see you both. The blue was always very concerned with his clutchsiblings and teachers, the big old brown especially. How are your wings Morendoth?

[Rowana]

Farryl lack her normal friendly smile as she arrived outside for class. Their first class since the attack. Until now, she had been able to put the loss of her friends behind her for the more important tasks of caring for the living. Now their absences were only too real. Even Peppeth lacked her cheerful bounce as she trotted in behind Farryl. Hello, all. she piped up, though without enthusiasm. She missed Heith. She missed Tille. She missed them all. Is everyone well? Peppeth's voice was thick with concern. She was suddenly very self conscious of the fact she had come out unscathed.

Farryl listened to I'fael and then to C'vin. Her face was distance and sad. She shook her head. As glad as she was for all her friends who had survived, she didn't want to think about those who had not. She had not been able to save them. She had tried, but they had still died. That fact still weighed heavily on her mind and she didn't think she was ready to talk about it. She hadn't even know any of them that well. Even Morea. She had always thought there would be time, but now there wasn't. Farryl didn't think she needed to talk about it yet and she was sure others would need kind words more.

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Garaeth led the way to the training grounds with T'ke in tow. His right arm was still in a sling, though the healer's promised it wouldn't be for much longer. T'ke looked, if possible, even more dark and gloomy than normal. Garaeth was doing his best to keep everyone positive, especially his rider. Good morning! he called as brightly as he could. It is good to see everyone!

T'ke looked at the ground. Ke'rin hadn't judged him, but he still didn't think he could face the others. He felt like he had failed them. If only he'd been able to keep his head, he might have thought of a way out. A way without so much death. But he had let them all down. He didn't want to talk about it. Least of all to I'fael. He didn't want to see how disappointed the Weryling Master probably was in him.

Garaeth crooned worriedly. He will not judge you. You need to learn to trust others. T'ke sighed. I know, Garaeth. But I'm not ready for that yet. He laid his good hand on the blue's side. At least I always have you. Garaeth nuzzled him. Of course you will.

[dragon]

Frosstyth trotted in for the lessons at the call, and made an odd grunting noise. He looked around for a moment, and then sat down on the ground, rather obviously alone. C'oar was not with him ... again. This did not bode well, in the brown's mind. He hoped he wasn't going to get left out of class again because his was an idiot and was trapped by the healers again.

Uhhh .. hi. Frosstyth stared, somewhat ashamed of his lack of a rider. But at least his rider was still alive ... that was more than some of the weyrling dragons had had ... and they had died, too, as well. Mine cannot attend ... again ... he has a hard time moving around, still ... and the healers won't let him leave thier sight, because he has a habit of trying to get around anyway. So ... I'll try to relay everything to him? Will that work? Please don't make me sit on the side again... he begged of the weyrling master, mind-voice trailing off into a low whine as his head drooped slightly.

He really really really wished his would get wise and stop getting himself hurt like that, so they could be a proper pair like everyone else! How, oh how, were they supposed to out perform and wow the Weyr if they were always stuck on the sidelines for injuries??

Frosstyth's own injuries were not yet healed, as well, but then they were not nearly so bad as many other's had been. They were only stab wounds or cut wounds, and on his size, they really amounted to almost nothing, comparitively. He was still able to get around, move, and participate in general life. Even if he'd been having to rely on candidates for his baths and oilings. Though Storm often helped out a lot, too ... even if only to get his own hide done, too.

[nightingale]

Jaymith crooned a low greeting to the class as he and his rider walked into the clearing. Kei was trying hard to seem less exhausted than he was, but he was only partially succeeding. It hadn't been a long walk from the weyrs to the training field, but a combination of the respiratory infection he was currently playing host to and his inability to draw deep breaths due to his chest injury had been enough to wind him significantly. Saeo was a pace behind, her hand on his elbow as she gently guided him in the right direction -he would have been confined to quarters had a healer not been with him.

Good afternoon. The bronze offered cleanly, laying down on the soft grass and allowing Ke'rin to make himself comfortable leaning against his chest. He tugged his wings up around himself, but did not allow them to furl. They were still injured, and if they stuck together they might never heal properly. Saeo moved wordlessly to take a seat between Frosstyth and Cherilith, leaning against the foreleg of the later and staring blankly at the turf in front of her. The young blue fluted softly, rubbing his nose against her spine in an affectionate and soothing gesture. The girl was markless -her trousers neatly concealed the stab wound in her leg- and her dragon’s only notable injury was hidden beneath a red tablecloth that often served as a bandanna. Today, it was fastened securely around his knee.

When it came time for him to offer his feelings on their current situation Ke'rin paused, only to give a small shrug. “Well…I just wish things had turned out better.” He murmured, using his thumb to trace circles on his forearm in a meek and nervous gesture. We are sorry to have failed you all so badly. Jaymith translated, speaking to both the dragons and their riders. As your bronzepair, we should have done more to protect you all. Ke’rin nodded his agreement, gathering his courage together and looking his weyrlingmaster in the eye. “I think I speak for everyone when I offer my gratitude master I’fael, for protecting us even after things got bad.” And to you Morendoth. To give your wings in our defense was nothing less than heroic. I am sure that it is because of you that my wings are still intact, and that many of our greens and blues are alive to be with us today.

When the conversation lulled, Saeo realized that it was her turn to say something. She gave Cherilith's mind a gentle nudge, and the blue crooned his soft approval. Mine does not trust herself to speak aloud… He began, his tone somewhat hesitant. ...but she would like to say that things have been very hard. We have lost many friends, and many more have been damaged, mind and body…she misses terribly the ones we have lost…um, but she is grateful that she is still able to see bluerider C’vin’s smiling eyes when she comes to class...she would like to thank T’ke for helping her to be strong, and A’fyr for being so gentle and brave, and Ke’rin for trying so hard to take care of us all…and she only hopes that one day she will see Farryl’s pretty face light up again, and that she will once again be able to go picnicking with Raylin and C’oar so they can catch glowbugs.

He nuzzled his rider, who was now crying softly into the warm hide of his ankle. Was that alright Mine? Yes. Thank you my darling.