Maelstrom Wing Drills

[Requiem]

The judgmental glances and frowns cast her direction only managed to amuse Laurie more. After all, most of these were just kids, including their illustrious wingleader/weyrleader. She knew full well what she was doing, thank you very much! It always helped to give off the impression of airheaded, bubbly promiscuity...or at least this had always held true for Lauranna. You got away with so much more when people thought you were an idiot. Besides, there was nothing like underestimation, and the added boon of distracting a few of the males with her...assets...in the process only made that well of smugness run deeper.

Allowing T'rid to detach her from him, the greenrider turned a purely innocent look upon him. "I have my jacket," she replied sweetly and flashed him a wide-eyed sort of smile, as if she had no idea that he likely wasn't talking about that so much as her skirt. Surprisingly enough, the thin-looking leggings trapped heat much better than they appeared...better than all but the tightest leathers. Laurie wasn't stupid, no matter the impression she projected.

Nor did she miss the one person who seemed to be appropriately appreciative. A little odd that he also happened to be bonded to a green, but Lauranna wasn't choosy, and she flashed K'lir a knowing smile. Though if he was looking high enough to notice that smile...remained to be seen.

Naturally, the greenrider was one of the first to get a good look at the wing formation, and that was when her expression turned serious for the first time. Reysalth's voice intruded on her thoughts with just a touch of apprehension. You know I can't fly with Calistoth. She'll get pissy, and I don't want to have to hurt her just to protect ourselves. I know, love, but he's talking right now. Give it a minute.

Laurie was actually a little surprised - though she probably shouldn't have been! - to hear Kalierre's kept brownrider offer to help teach fighting. From the dragonhealer's description, the man was as harmless as a pup. Dorava, however, didn't surprise her much at all. The woman looked like she was about ready to slit a few throats right now, in fact. Lauranna was almost tempted to see if Kalierre might not be willing to come out and protect her - although that aggression didn't seem directed at anyone in particular. Yet.

K'lir's words registered, and she reached over to touch T'rid's arm lightly. "Reysalth's uncomfortable with the arrangement, too. Maybe just switch us out with Amorath? Then Calistoth's happy and there's no strain...especially at such a compressed part of the formation." Laurie was sounding surprisingly reasonable right there.

Said dragon had now edged out from behind Jaxith a little, managing to put the blue between her and Calistoth - and also Aonith, just in case. She crooned to him softly, grateful for his bit of support. I must apologize for Mine... she told him quietly, making the source of her unease clear. She is not usually so bad, but today...

[Rowana]

G'tor nodded his understanding as T'rid spoke. He had a fair bit of experience flying in a wing and was used to drills by now. A quick glance at the chart and he committed it to memory. He didn't foresee any problems. Ruskeath got along with just about every dragon he ever met and as a brown, would have no trouble guarding his position for an entire fall. The question about fighting, however, made him look up sharply. He felt a little nervous at the thought. Violence was not in his nature, nor his dragons, so he had never trained in battling anything but thread before.

"I don't know anything about fighting," he said admitted. Grimacing, he added, "but I'm willing to learn." He just hoped he never had to use it.

[Tashe]

Oh, she was so going to tell on Laurie... or maybe she wouldn't. It really depended on how she was feeling later on. /Mine, you said you'd give me a bath later.../ We'll see how I feel. If I'm too tired you'll have to wait till later love. /Oh... alright./ Casting a backward glance at her Blue, Saraina sighed and crossed her arms, swinging her gaze back around the circle and onto the Weyrleader. They had an... alright wing. She couldn't see many problems cropping up that would end terribly and cause a Dragon to turn into a burning ball of flame and tumble to the ground... at least she hoped that wouldn't happen.

Shuffling his long wings as the Green responded, Hokth tilted his head to the side slightly, eyes whirling contently. /We are, we are. And yourself, lovely Calistoth?/ It didn't hurt to flirt a little every now and then, especially when the female in question had yet to do anything to invoke a grudge.

She took a few steps forward as T'rid called for them to come closer, quietly observing the progress of the formation scroll. Come her turn to look at it, Saraina had keyed into listening, using her time to double task. Memorizing her position, the Bluerider passed the scroll onto the next rider. She assumed that T'rid meant Aerial Fighting, unfortunately, that was one type she didn't know much about. She had seen a few mock battles between transfered Dragonpairs from other Forts, but she'd never actually tried to recreate the movements with Hokth. Well it would be exciting to learn, and according to her morals, it was like a compliment to the activity.

[ravenmane]

He didn't really acknowledge T'rid, and Cyanth quietly rebuked him for being disrespectful. I don't care, Cy, and he has no idea how to put Wings together anyway. We both know I am not the best choice for a WingSecond. Be grateful at least. You have some authority over Calistoth's. Like he's going to listen to me, Cy. The Bronze didn't reply, and P'nor just settled against the warm hide was he listened to T'rid speak. Hey, Cy, do you think T'rid's eggs have Hatched by now? Cyanth didn't respond immediately, but when he did, his voice was cautious. Most likely. Why? Tell Corinth I gave T'rid the eggs. WHAT?! You heard me. With reluctance, Cyanth spoke to Corinth. Although it isn't of great importance, Mine wants ours to know he gave ours the eggs. He hopes Yours likes the Hatchlings.