Ice Cream Weyrling Lesson One

[Rei]

Lesson One: Classroom: Care and Feeding of Dragonets
Training Field: Cleaning and Oiling Dragon Hide

**trying to get the full lesson completely done is hard with the time span lessons run in. I know you all have lives so for our purposes we will assume the part of the lesson not highlighted has already been covered **

Brownweyrling T'by of Nandath
Bronzeweyrling Rof'l of Kamath
Greenweyrling Ruliana of Amalath
Greenweyrling Kalerary of Chandath
Blueweyrling E'iah of Viveth
Brownweyrling T'mund of Jagjith
Greenweyrling Tenlie of Rajnith
Blueweyrling Jazheera of Dhavalth
Greenweyrling Sari of Upasanath
Greenweyrling Meagen of Tarath
Blueweyrling T'ris of Pravinth
Blueweyling 'Reine of Madhavath
Greenweyrling K'fuzzi of Balath

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Kaaoloth yawned from his sprawled position on the training felid as his continued to teach the little ones from the classroom. He had caught glimpses here and there of the new babies. Spoken even to one or two. It would be nice to actually meet them all in purpose though. A colorful class they had this time. The large brown was looking forward to interacting with all the new babies. So precious they where at this age. Idly his tail tip flicked as he regarded the buckets of oil his had mixed this morning. Enough for the entire class surely. Movement caught his attention and Kaaoloth swung his head over to croon a welcome to the first new weyrling pair to emerge.

Sel’n was close behind them all ushering them out onto the training field. “Please form a line in front of Kaaoloth. I’ll reveal what we are going to be learning in a second. I hope you are wearing clothes you don’t mind dirtying.” The Brownrider flicked a smile up to the brown who crooned gently in response.

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T’ris had been prompt in getting to lessons. Even if he had to take the extra time to dress Pravinth. The blue had absolutely refused to leave the barracks without wearing something. So a scarf of sorts had been fashioned by a pair of old pants and wrapped about the blue’s neck. Keeping the hatchling entertained was a chore. He couldn’t count the number of times he had to apologize to his current roommate for his blue sticking his nose into his stuff and upending everything in the room. Pravinth was like a constant ball of energy. Even now the blue hatchling bounced beside him like some rubber ball.

Oh look! Look at how big our teacher is! Do you think he wants to play? What’s in the bucket? Food? I could eat. Even if I am not very hungry. Thrusting his nose up the blue took a sniff of the air. It doesn’t smell like meat. What is it? Lets go see. He had just started to bound in that direction when T’ris gave a groan and grabbed his dragon by his tail. “No Pravinth. We have to line up. Come on.” He gave a tug at the blue and ended up having to half drag the creature to the line. Faranth clearly hated him sometimes.

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Ruliana had done her best to pay attention at the lessons. Sitting up straight and tall, even taking notes, with Amalath curled companionably at her feet. When they where bid to return outside she gathered her notes and tucked them under her arm before nudging Amalath lightly. Come love. The pale green gave a croon and blinked at the sudden change of light as they made their way outside. A warble was given to Kaaoloth in greeting as Amalath made her way to the quickly growing line. Good morning brothers and sisters. It is such a lovely day don’t you think? Her tail curled about her haunches as she sat and looked back up at hers. Ruliana shifted in line before catching Jazzheera’s eye and giving her a smile. Having her friend in lessons was a relief.

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Running Attendance

Brownweyrling T'by of Nandath 0/1
Bronzeweyrling Rof'l of Kamath 0/1
Greenweyrling Ruliana of Amalath 0/1
Greenweyrling Kalerary of Chandath 0/1
Blueweyrling E'iah of Viveth 0/1
Brownweyrling T'mund of Jagjith 0/1
Greenweyrling Tenlie of Rajnith 0/1
Blueweyrling Jazheera of Dhavalth 0/1
Greenweyrling Sari of Upasanath 0/1
Greenweyrling Meagen of Tarath 0/1
Blueweyrling T'ris of Pravinth 0/1
Blueweyling 'Reine of Madhavath 0/1
Greenweyrling K'fuzzi of Balath 0/1


* First # is times attended lessons, last # is the number of lessons that have been ran.

** You MUST attend lessons to graduate. Exceptions will only be made for those with special circumstances. If you approach me with a viable reason for your absence I will decide whether or not to excuse you. Make up work is permitted but it will be done on your time not mine. Please contact me with any questions. ~ Sel’n **

[neeuqtar]

Earliness had been pounded into 'Reine in training and aboard the Valiant. If one was not fully prepared a good quarter-candlemark before one had to be, that one was going to get in trouble. So 'Reine rose dutifully as the birds first began cooing in the predawn light and got ready. It was a troublesome business, after all. A light silk shift, followed by a corset, a brightly colored blouse (cotton today, he decided; it was too warm for heavy silk), petticoats... no, no, too warm. He went with a frilled black-and-white skirt that hardly went halfway down his thighs. He'd shaved just yesterday, but to be safe he pulled on hose before tucking his feet into sandals. There was hardly any heel.

Then, of couse, there was eyeliner, lash darkener, a touch of lip color... and of course, his hair. Brush out the tangles, using a touch of very light detangling solution on the bottom to keep from frizzing. Braid a few narrow braids before putting it all up in a (relatively, at least for 'Reine) simple updo, using a pair of hair-sticks and a flurry of pins. Avoid getting his clothing stolen as his roommate figured out how to dress his dragon -- how odd. Keep Madhavath entertained as he strapped on his stiletto daggers, by humming a sea-shanty and having the blue provide the words and (softly, please?) the tune in dragon-voice.

Then head out after T'ris and Pravinth to lessons. Simple really. Madhavath stayed in the weyr, to practice. 'Reine had paid dutiful attention -- he could read and write, oddly enough -- and ran to grab Madhavath when they went to head to the training field. The blue dragon dragged behind, clearly not interested. Hmmm....

"Aloft there, aloft there"
Our jolly bosun cried
"Look ahead, look astern,
Look to weather an' a-lee,"

'Reine belted, striding ahead as if he didn't even see Madhavath yawning and attempting to creep back to the weyr.

"There's naught upon the stern, sir
There's naught upon our lee
But there's a lofty ship to wind'ard
An' she's sailin' fast and free"

"Oh hail her, oh hail her"
Our gallant captain cried
"Are you a man-o-war
Or a privateer?" cried he."

Madhavath perked and bounded over to 'Reine, "singing" along with him. Loudly. And out of tune -- at least vocally.

"OOOOOooohh, I'm not a man-OO-war
Nor privatEEEEER," said he
"But I am salt sea pirAAAATTTEEEE
All a-looking for me feeeeeee"

"For Broadside, for broadside
A long time we lay
'Til at last the fair Valiant
Shot the merchant's mast away,"
Reine sang back with Madhavath, who fairly wiggled with glee.

"Oh quarter, oh QUArterrrrr"
Those merchants they DID CRY!!
BUUUUT the quarTEEERRRR we gave theeeeeeem
Was we sank 'em in the SEEAAAAAA!

They arrived at lessons. 'Reine lined up with T'ris and Pravinth with a muttered "ahoy". He flourished a bow to the weyrlingmaster, followed by an attempt from Madhavath. The blue succeeded in whacking 'Reine and whoever was on their other side with his wings, as well as almost falling on his nose. 'Reine staggered but pretended not to notice. That was going to bruise...

[midnight]

Tarath was indeed going to be on time - and pretty - and on time! She had to be, she had to! Otherwise her M'ta love wouldn't love her anymore! And he wouldn't want her and he wouldn't - "Tarath, stop please. You are giving me a headache." Meagen groaned as she slipped into some sturdy work clothes. Mine you will not wear that! You will wear something pretty! Put a scarf on me some jewelery - anything! I must look my best! the green exclaimed as Meagen gave her a look of exasperation. "No, seriously. First lessons are usually always dirty - I am not dressing in good clothes." She stated firmly.

Clingy had been oddly absent, and she had told Drop to stay. Clingy was probably pouting from that Run he had failed at. He took failures so harshly it seemed - something she had never known about the little guy. "Anyways, it's time to go, we can't be late." She stated as she and Tarath left to head towards the lesson area. The first part of the lesson had been all about care and feeding of dragonets. Something Meagen had dealt with a bit and knew a bit about. Simply from growing up in a Weyr - and dealing with what that entailed. Tarath had squealed when each piece wasn't cut JUST right - and Meagen swore she had a headache by now.

Now they were lined up - ready to do something. That something she wasn't sure about. There was Tarath bouncing along. Stopping to look at each of her siblings as she went. What was she planning? Meagen could get the glimpses of her dragons mind. Matchmaking - and one true loves. Oh shards and shells. This was going to be a difficult discussion with her dragon. She dearly hoped that Tarath grew out of it. Tarath, calm down and get in line with me. she stated firmly. Tarath fell in line preeening and making herself as pretty as she possibly could.

I am ready for my lesson - oh lovely teachers.

[Ember]

Dhavalth walked next to Jazheera, eyes whirling quickly in his excitement. Look over there! The other half of the pair, he told His. Though the words were more mature than some, the excitment and child-like wonder in his tone betrayed him. The small woman rubbed his head and joined in the line forming in front of the brown dragon next to her friend. When she noticed Ruliana looking at her she met her gaze and smiled back.

Jazz liked the idea of lessons. Her friend was there and she loved Dhavalth to bits (trying to explain that saying to him had been interesting) so the lessons were never going to be boring since they pertained to him. She still couldn't believe just how much she loved the poetic blue. She'd just met him for the first time less than a turn ago and yet she felt as close to him as she might feel to a family member she had known forever. It was strange but she wouldn't give it up, not ever.

Dhavalth crooned up at the full-grown brown. Hello, Kaaoloth teacher. Pleased to meetcha. Jazz smiled with amusement at her dragon's poor rhyming skills. He did anything to make it work - or to get as close as possible to a rhyme. Such a silly mindmate. She had never met a person like him before. To think she'd once been afraid of his kin! In truth she was still a little nervous when a dragon put its head near her but she was willing to bet it would pass in time. One day Dhavalth would be shoving his head at her, after all.

[Rowana]

"Alright, Path, just like I said," Nabrik whispered. The canine yipped in a helpful tone. "No, no! Dragons don't bark, they...um...well," he paused, thinking hard. "Maybe you should just be quiet, that should work." Path whined and rubbed his leg. "Yeah! Just like that! Good girl." With a stubborn look on his face, Nabrik walked confidently into the lesson room. Path trotted happily at his heals. He was a bit late, but that hardly matter.

Besides the fact that the boy didn't look old enough to be present at all, Path looked ridiculous. Someone's green shirt had be sacrificed to cover most of the canine's body. Another green article of clothing, possible a skirt, had been cut up and messily tied to the shirt. It was probably supposed to look like wings, but since they flopped uselessly on the ground, the affect wasn't very flattering. Finally, a last stretch of green clothe had be tied on the back and trailed behind in a way that was almost, but not quite, like a tail. All in all, no one with eyes in their head could mistake little Path for hatchling dragon. But that wasn't stopping her master from trying.

[Tashe]

E'iah had begun to accommodate his Dragon's particularities, but this was ridiculous. In the classroom the Bluepair took up an entire table by themselves because Viveth insisted on laying under the table whenever he didn't have to expose himself. Once done with the classroom work, E'iah had to wait until everyone excluding Sel'n had left the room before Viveth would even start to move toward the door. Now they were at the very back of the line. E'iah being ushered almost physically and Viveth crouching low to the ground, as if he were a feline readying himself to pounce on something. At the way this was going, he doubted very much that Viveth was going to let him make any friends at all. But what was the most unusual thing of all was that Rishin was no where to be found. E'iah never went anywhere without her if he could help it, so where was she now? In his new barracks waiting for him to return. The Canine wasn't afraid of large Dragons, but these smaller dragons made her skittish. Although Viveth was probably the epicenter of that nervous behavior.

Tilting back on his heels as he took his position in line, E'iah looked up at Kaaoloth as he tuned back into what his Blue was saying. He had been working very hard and very often at ignoring most of what his Dragon said. ... and look at them! Look at him! Lining us all up so that he can eat us no doubt. Wouldn't we just be so very a yummy snack for him? I mean really, I bet he'd even pick a few chosen Weyrlings to not eat. IF ONLY TO CONTINUE HIS EVIL PLOTS. Be the next generation of... and E'iah tuned Viveth out again. Plots. Kill list. The world was out to kill him. The whole thing had gotten old in the very few weeks they had been together. It was all the same thing just transfered to different creatures when the times arose. Taking out one of his small carving knives that he kept rolled into his waist band, E'iah subconsciously began to clean out the mud from under his finger nails as he awaited for instruction. Sighing, he tuned into the chatter in his head again, but found it strangely quiet. Looking down at Viveth E'iah was taken a back to see the Blue staring silently up at him. Were you even listening to me Iamine? He blushed, the probing accusation in the large male's mindvoice guilttripped him into shame.

[glamourie]

Why do we have to form a line, Ka’erymine? I don’t want to form a line with them. I’m better than that.

Snicker.

Kalerary rubbed the tip of her nose as she stepped forward into the line of assembling weyrlings. Her gaze flicked to her roommate, silently quizzical. She hadn’t said a word to Ruliana since their assignments, deliberately keeping herself busy, because she was uncomfortable about the girl. She looked so much like her healer friend that Kalerary didn’t know how to respond to her. She didn’t even know what to say. So she avoided her. Chandath was the only one she spoke to that was ‘new’ and keeping her from trying to climb Ciceroth and Salenth was a project. (The green had convinced herself that if she managed to get onto their backs, she was dominant to them and therefore the King [not queen] of the Weyr.) Lessons weren’t something she could avoid, though, and hm…

The girl folded her arms over her chest, her chin jutting up. She was easily the youngest and smallest person there – being eleven and very small for her age didn’t help her cause. She compensated by adopting a posture so reminiscent of her father that most people who knew them both would facepalm; deliberately standoffish, cold look, folded arms and a concentrated stare focused straight on Sel’n. She was on the far end of the line so that she could be seen, though it was wasted, since Chandath was hard to miss; she was big, even if Kalerary herself wasn’t. She was also grumbling about a desire to tackle her bronze brother and assert her dominance by biting his wing tip until he acknowledged her as his superior.

Snicker. Again.

Our slave is here, with a canine dressed as a dragon. I’m going to sit on him.

“What?”

Kalerary blinked, temporarily surprised (and thus prevented from stopping Chandath from leaving their spot in line). She turned to look at Nabrik and her jaw dropped, one hand coming up to brush a long strand of dark brown curls from her face. Her expression was decidedly slapped. Chandath, on the other hand, sauntered right across the ground before knocking over Nabrik and laying on top of him unceremoniously, a loud croon escaping her. She did not bespeak the boy but it was her latest tradition: this was her best pillow yet, and she was very much in charge of him. See, see? He was such a good slave. A good pillow-slave.

“What are you doing here? What is – is that Path?” Kalerary glanced back at Sel’n and then walked over to her dragon, hands resting on her hips. “I should let her just crush you. Honestly. Don’t you have candidate lessons to be attending or something?” Well, he was technically too young to be attending those, but Kalerary didn’t care. She thought he deserved to, and she’d argue until he got to – or until her father hauled her off by the ear. Tch. “That better not be one of my shirts on his head, Nabrik…”

[marge]

Walking, as T'by was quickly discovering, was a real problem. Nandath didn't seem to mind it so much, always scrambling back to his feet with a happy croon, but it rather scared his young rider. "Does it hurt?" T'by asked, frowning at a bleeding scrap on his brown's jaw. No Mine. What do you think we will learn about today? Do you think it will be fun? When do you think we will eat? After lessons? I sure hope so. I'm not hungry now, but I'm sure that I will be after we have so much fun at lessons! "I'm sure we'll have great fun, now stay still while I look at the cut." T'by insisted, peering at the slight scrape. "Well...It's not bad. We gotta work on your walking th- Woah! Don't trip!"

Too late. Nandath's overly long tail tangled with his back leg and over he went, knocking T'by down with him. The pair giggled to themselves, and were soon back out on their feet. A few more face-plants and bruises later they were in line with the other weyrlings. The boy was hardly disappointed that they weren't the first pair out since he wasn't the last either. He giggled over the dragon-dressed-canine but then turned back to his bonded to try to get him to hold still. But Mine! I am too excited to stand still! "But if you keep moving, you're going to hurt yourself again."

Meanwhile, Creeper had decided that he also wanted to see what all these little dragons did with the little people. Melly slept in the room, but it was too late in the day for Creeper to be entertained by a stupid thing like sleeping. Especially if that stupid blue crawled decided that it was going to do it too. Instead, he had landed near the prepared buckets of oil and was simply staring at the gathered dragonlings with his typical creepy gaze.

[raii]

Rof'lmine, let us go. If we see the ugly green I will scratch her face like she did mine! Kamath's scratch was almost completely gone, yet he still suffered the indignity. And if we see that stupidbullybrown I will make him...I don't know. I'll think of it later.

"Now, now, Kamath. Play nice with the other dragons. There will be no harming the other ones, okay? I know you are angry. Let us just pretend it never happened."

But--

"Never happened, hear me Kamath? You never met them before. If they are mean to you, then you can tell them off, but no hurting of any kind." Kamath rolled his head in annoyance. He had been too surprised to retaliate (not that he was really the one to retaliate), and now that green thought she could walk all over him. He listened to his Rof'l, however, and satisfied himself with the thought of his obvious superiority.

T'by and Nandath had already left, leaving the pair alone to groom themselves. For Kamath, this included demanding his Rof'l hurry up so he could make Kamath shine. While Rof'l shoved his long limbs into a pure white shirt and black pants, he informed Kamath that there was not enough time for that. They reached the classroom barely on time.

Is that T'by? And that must be Nandath? Where is Melly? Why is only Creeper here? That is Creeper, over there on those strange buckets, yes? Yes, it is. Melly says he is a stupidbullyflyer. So I do not like him.

Yes, and yes. Melly is probably sleeping. And I don't know. You'll have to ask T'by. Why don't you--

Rof'l was interuppted by the Weyrlingmaster. "Please form a line in front of Kaaoloth. I’ll reveal what we are going to be learning in a second. I hope you are wearing clothes you don’t mind dirtying." Kaaoloth. That must be the brown outside. He followed the other Weyrlings out the door, nudging his way through others somewhat inconspicuously. He stood near T'by finally.

"Hello, T'by. This must be Nandath. What do you think we are going to do?"

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"Upasanath! I'm sorry, I overslept!" Sari rushed to her feet in a near panic. She slipped on her regular uniform, a pastel colored shirt and skirt. The skirt, long and flowy as always, was a soft yellow-orange in color. The shirt, loose-fitting and sleeveless, also as always, was a pale red that seemed to be almost pink. Not quite her favorite outfit, but she did love it. The colors were certainly warm, but not hot. Perfect for today, though she wished it was a bit cooler.

Ooooh, our first lessons are today, right? I wonder what we will learn! Can I take you flying now? Sari laughed. "You can't take me flying yet. I said we had to learn and you had to get bigger. Come, let us go before the fire lizards wake."

They won't. They don't wake up unless they want to. Why can't we bring them? Can we bring Mikaprettygirl? She is a green girl like me, and that would make me so happy. What about Lazulibiglittle? Or Duskpinklittle?

Again, Sari laughed. Her nicknames for Mika and Lazuli seemed to change daily, but Dusk's always remained the same. She was sure that irked the creature terribly. "No, dear. I need to focus on you, not keeping those crazy creatures out of trouble. You know if one of them goes, Mika is going to wake up and go. Dusk will always follow Mika, and Lazuli can't sleep without at least one fire lizard cuddling him. Come, let's go!"

As they were filing in, they heard Sel'n's short dialogue. Sari groaned. She did mind if her clothes got ruined. She longed to run back and change, but if she did, she might miss something! They followed his request. They took their standard walking positions, Upasanath in front and Sari gripping her long tail. I hope your body evens out your tail as you grow. I hope it doesn't hurt your flying performance...

While most people worried about Upasanath's pale coloring, Sari worried about her tail's legnth. The coloring, on closer inspection, was obviously healthy, just an unfortunately pale color. Her tail, however, threatened to trip up anyone too close and injure poor Upasanath in the process. Upasanath grew more accustomed to walking, however. She would rarely turn around or move her tail suddenly.

Sometimes, she still forgot, and would send Sari stumbling into the nearest person or thing. Luckilly, this didn't happen as they filed into line. Look at all my clutchsiblings! Aren't we all so pretty! We are pretty colors! Just like our eggs, yes? You said all the eggs were sooo pretty! I don't know what mine looked like, though. All I saw was a bunch of shards. And the inside, of course.

[Ruby]

So far, Tenlie had thoroughly enjoyed her time with Rajnith. Sure, the green was picky, but Ten had never felt anything like the love that emanated from the creature sitting at her side, flipping the end of her tail impatiently. Ten had her chin propped on one hand, her eyelids drifting downwards slightly. She wasn't ever the kind of student to sleep in class, but Rajnith was a perfectionist in many ways, demanding the best of everything. This included cuts of meat (it had taken Ten two hours of butchery last night to satisfy her creature) and her bed (another hour spent padding out the couch with the best of her bedfurs and, to Ten's chagrin, her favorite shirts). This left her with two hours less sleep than usual, and drifting a little in class.

It was Rajnith that jerked her back to consciousness with a gentle Tenlieslavemine, the others are going. It will not look good if we are left behind, and I would like first choice of whatever it is we will be doing out there. Something to stop this itching, I hope. The Weyrling unfolded from her seat, putting a hand on her dragon's head as Rajnith straightened up, heading out to the field on her classmate's heels. Ten found herself walking behind Jazheera, Rajnith waddling along on Dhavalth's tail. Ten had been too busy to really get to know her roommate at all, although both parts of the pair seemed pleasant enough to live with. She was about to say something when another girl caught Jazheera's eye, effectively making Ten feel shy and stopping her words.

Well, we'll have to do something about THAT, Tenlieslavelove. No rider of mine is too shy to say hello, Rajnith chimed in, lifting her yellow-topped head to fix Tenlie with a whirling green eye. Later, though. For now, listen closely, and make sure we get the best of those buckets, whatever is in them. I like that shiny one on the left.


T'mund was still getting used to his name. T'mund. It seemed wrong, somehow, that he was a rider. And not only a rider, he had a Brown that was almost as ambitous as he was, and more ready to do something about it. Jagjith alredy despised Viveth, who was a) Blue and therefore useless and b) constantly dithering about plots that obviously didn't exist. If they did, Jagjith would undoubtedly be in on them. T'mund thought E'iah was alright, and had even sat near him in class (next to was impossible, with Viveth taking up a whole row) instead of taking his normal front-and-center position. He only acknowledged the other Weyrling's existance with a slight dip of his head, however, so it was likely that E'iah didn't even notice him. Fine with T'mund.

Not fine with Jagjith, who was upset that they hadn't been the first ones in the room. When Sel'n instructed them to go outside, the Brown darted ahead of Kamath, cutting him off on purpose. "Jagjith!" T'mund hissed, taking a few big steps to reach the powerful Brown's side. Making the still difficult mental shift to mindspeak, he continued, Come on, you have to be a good example, or at least be polite. They won't listen to you otherwise. T'mund already knew that appealing to Jagjith's logic and love of power was the best way to get the dragon to listen. T'mund wasn't sure that was a good sign this early on, but it was handy.

Yes, you do have a point, T'mund. From now on, I will do that. Yes yes, not again. With a sigh, T'mund started the Brown moving again, inadvertently leading the line out to the training field. They took a place at the far end of their class, Jagjith casting a judgmental glance over his siblings. Yes, it was not worth his time to be rude to these ones- they didn't deserve that much of his attention.

[Rei]

Kaaoloth rumbled in happiness at the little ones. If that was not proof of his good mood the bright blue in his whirling gaze was further evidence. Welcome young ones. It is nice to meet you all. Sel’n couldn’t help the smile that flitted across his features and he shook his head gently. Why his brown felt such adoration for the little ones he would never understand but it was helpful, especially now. The brownrider ran another eye over his class, noting the differences between each pair. It was an interesting group he had currently but at least they all seemed to be obedient for now. That may change as they aged but he hoped not. Striding forward with a light smile he gestured towards the buckets. He was about to comment when the small boy came up with an oddly dressed dog. Blinking the brownrider shook his head. What in Faranth’s name? When Chandath moved to flop on the boy he gave a unintentional chuckle. Well that was one way to deal with invaders.

Moving over to the foursome he gave the dog an odd look before commenting. “Hello there Nabrik was it? I’m Sel’n. You are quite welcome to help or just watch if you would like.” The brownrider smiled down at Kalerary before returning his gaze to the boy. “If you want to help your friend you may or you can help me with Kaaoloth. You can line up with the rest once Kalerary’s lovely green sees fit to release you.” He saw no reason to be rude to the boy. He looked too young to be a candidate but interaction with dragons sure wasn’t going to hurt him. As long as the class didn’t complain. He could stay. Moving away from them once he was sure they could get themselves sorted out he moved to the buckets.

“Everyone take a bucket. In class today we learned about dragon hide and the importance of keeping it healthy. Young dragons grow quickly and so they will have to be oiled very frequently to keep their hides supple and free of painful cracking.” Kaaoloth hopped a bit closer when bidden and with a soft croon lowered his head toward his bonded. “Today we will learn how to oil our dragon’s hide. Some of your babies may be complaining of itching. This is a good remedy for it. If they itch chances are they need to be oiled.” Dipping the provided rag into the bucket of oil he smoothed it over the top of Kaaoloth’s head in a circular pattern massaging the oil in. “You don’t need a massive amount of the stuff but you want to make sure you are thorough. Pay special attention to any areas that itch and areas that are hard to get to. Like around the wings around ridges and the like.” Giving the dragon’s head one final swipe he chuckled and scratched at a ridge. “It’s good bonding time too. You can all start. If you have any questions don’t be afraid to ask. I’ll be making rounds.”

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Ruliana watched with curiosity as the scene played out before her. Hmm. That was the boy from the hatching she was sure. It seemed though that Sel’n was willing to allow him to stay. She didn’t really have an opinion either way. Kalerary seemed to know him and she smiled at the younger girl even though she likely didn’t see it. The other greenrider seemed to be a nice enough sort. As a roommate she was very quiet however. She got the impression that she was being avoided and Ruliana wasn’t sure why. No matter maybe in time they would come to befriend each other. One never knew. Sel’n had moved away now and as such the weyrling turned towards the rider and listened carefully to his words. Yes it only made sense that they would have to be oiled. Firelizards had to be so why not dragons. Kaaoloth was huge however. However did one get such a large dragon oiled?

Moving to a bucket she gave a glace around at her classmate before gingerly lifting the rag and looking at the bucket of oil. This was gong to be horribly messy. Or maybe not. Her green was well behaved. Extremely so. As if to display this fact the little green ambled over to the bucket and after a cursory sniff flopped down with a croon. I am ready Rulianamine. Smiling the weyrling dipped the rag in the oil and proceeded to gently rub it into the green. Sighing in contentment Amalath gave a slight wiggle. Oh this is lovely is it not my siblings? She asked happily turning adoring eyes to hers.

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T’ris gave his roommate a salute in response. He did like his roommate, even if he was a tad odd. It was nice being with someone who knew about boats as well. The blueweyrling had been a fisher by trade like his father before he got searched. Even if ‘Reine hadn’t had quite the same experiences they still shared at least the sea in common. The smack from Madhavath’s wing caused him to stumble forward as well and he chuckled. Nice.

Pravinth crooned after Sel’n walked towards his green sister and the small human with the green thing. Oh that looks fun can I lay on him to? I want to sniff the green thing. It looks funny. What is it? The weyrling fought the urge to yell at his dragon instead just keeping a firm hold on the blues tail to prevent him from taking the initiative to explore. Let Spitfire take care of it. She already seemed to have an idea about what to do. Squishing him was obviously the answer. He really should take his blue to explore the tide pools. It would please the dragon and maybe keep him busy for oh I don’t know half a millisecond? Thankfully the attention soon was directed to the buckets and T’ris practically slouched after his bouncing dragon. How did he still have so much energy?

Pravinth stuffed his whole head into the bucket and just as quickly removed it covered in oil. Yuck this does not taste good. It is not food! It is slimy. Get it off, get it off. It will ruin my clothes. Oh no. oh no. The blue shook his head fiercely, slinging oil in all directions as his bonded stood there with his face covered with his hand. “Faranth please give me the strength.” The weyrling muttered as he grabbed the blue’s face and started to try and smooth some of the oil to other places on the blue hide. Snorting the blue stared at his with wide eyes. What are you doing? That feels nice. Oh harder in that spot please. It itches there. The little hatching's back leg drummed against the ground like a canine with an itch and T’ris smiled. Yeah Pravinth was silly and got overly excited about the stupidest crap but he was still his and he did love him. Faranth help them both.

[neeuqtar]

Ooh, ooh, OOOH! Madhavath practically bounced in place, completely thrilled at the idea of oil. He also had absolutely zero comprehension of privacy, and was broadcasting to just about everyone. The blue loved to be in the limelight, and never let anyone forget him. If only his voice was as up to the task as his spirit was... 'Reine was getting run ragged by the blue's constant caterwauling and attempts to learn every song. Remember, because IIIIII was ITCHIIIIIINGGGG and it is NO-OH-OH good for a pretty LOVE-leee lay-DEEE like MEEEE~

'Reine sighed, only half embarrassed at Madhavath. It wasn't like the blue was any more flamboyant than he, though most of the time people could mistake him for a woman rather than the pretty-boy he actually was. It was hard to mistake Madhavath for a girl. He was... quite blue. And quite loud. Even though his mind-voice could be mistaken for a green's, so feminine was his inflection. 'Reine could only hope that the blue's exuberance would quiet a little once he got some actual singing lessons... and once he grew up a little bit.

Oil, oil, oil, hummed the blue, practically flouncing over to the buckets to lie down gracefully (about the only thing Madhavath did gracefully) by Tarath. The blue watched 'Reine expectantly as the weyrling sauntered over. Unless someone knew he was male (like his roommate would, since he slept, well, naked), 'Reine looked very much like a rather sexually open female, with an inviting hip swagger and prance. As well as a short skirt and blouse that clung to a narrow waist and slim figure.

Too bad he couldn't have sex. Or even think about sex. It was... rather jarring for a former prostitute slave.

Hello oh-so-pretty Tarath, Madhavath said in his best conversational tones -- which is to say, the blue didn't sing every word. He crooned at her, a weird sound that seemed more like it belonged to a dying cat. His eyes sparked yellow for a moment before he tried again. This time it sounded more like a yowling cat, but it was an improvement. 'Reine started oiling his dragon, starting at the slightly-flaky patches between the dragon's wings. He didn't know much about dragons, but surely flakes were bad.

The young man hummed as he worked, his naturally higher voice adding to his effeminate image. Turns of scrubbing decks and clothing -- as well as massaging demanding sailors -- worked well when rubbing oil into his dragon's hide: Madhavath moved slightly under his hands so that 'Reine could reach every micron of hide. Do you want a sooOOOONG, FAA-AA-AAIIIR sisteeeeehrrr?

[Tashe]

Putting a hand on Viveth's withers as he crouched lower to the ground, E'iah could tell that the group offered greetings frightened him. "Its okay Viveth, Kaaoloth is your teacher. Like I said before, he's not going to hurt you and he's certainly not going to eat you." The Blue merely whined, he was to busy trying to keep Madhavath's unfortunately atrocious singing out of his head. What was that Dragon trying to do, sing them to death? He wouldn't put it past his clutchbrother if he was. Every dragon for themselves. Sighing the Blueweyrling crouched at Viveth's head, murmuring to him in the voice he used with Rishin when the canine was frightened. Low and soft, he got Viveth to train his attention fully onto him rather than what was going on around them. He could feel the pent up anxiety in the Blue dissipate some what though he doubted he could get rid of all of it. It could take years of guess and check work to find a way to help lessen the stress that Viveth inherently felt. "Now, do you want me to start oiling your hide, or do you want me to stay right here with you a little longer?" I am so very itchy, you can get the oil now.

By the time he removed himself from Viveth's side the buckets had all but disappeared. Grabbing a rag and a pail, E'iah couldn't help but notice that his black nailpaint was starting to chip. He'd have to clean and repaint them soon. Tch, such a hassle. He wished someone would come up with a nailpaint that would last longer, then he wouldn't have to worry about re-applying it so often. The Blueweyrling grimaced as some of the oil spilled onto his pants. It was fortunate that he was wearing all black, otherwise the oil would have been terribly obvious. Though he didn't much care if he got dirty, being an apprentice woodcrafter he was used to being covered from head to toe in wood shavings and sawdust. As he made his way back to Viveth, he noticed his new roommate and the boy's dragon. E'iah hadn't talked much to T'mund, if only because he never really spoke to anyone anyway, but he had observed how the other boy acted. Dy'shi was the only one who received a good, solid conversation but it had been a couple of days since he had spent time with his closest friend. Viveth was afraid of Jagjith, he was a Brown with ambitions of power. Therefore he was high on the Blue's list of creatures who were out to get him. E'iah debated silently with himself before deciding on a final verdict. He was willing to give T'mund a try, who knows, maybe the scroll-to-face was nicer than he had gleamed from the past few days.

Taking a momentary detour over to T'mund, the strawberry blonde stopped a generous pace or two away. "Er. T'mund, Vive and I are over there. You know, if you want to work next to us." Flicking his fringe out of his eyes, E'iah used the less burdened of his two hands to free his right ear and it's many metal studs from the tangles of his hair. Turning, he glanced back over his shoulder. "If not, its chill. Thought I'd offer." Back toward Viveth he walked, though he paused long enough to toss T'by and Nandath a small wave. The Weyrling would have offered Kale a wave as well, but she seemed busy with a boy and his... Canine? He was generally more friendly to those who were younger than he was, if only because he had recently been that age. E'iah had turned thirteen a month or two before he had become a candidate, although thinking back upon it now, he was glad that he had not impressed at Millieth's clutch. Now when, rather if, Viveth chased he would be old enough to deal with well... the aftermath. He almost felt a little sympathetic toward both T'by, Dy'shi and Kalerary all three of which were younger than he.

Returning to Viveth, E'iah almost stumbled and dropped the bucket when a nose was thrust into his stomach. Why did you take so long? It shouldn't have taken you so long, the buckets were right over there. Why did you go and talk to his person? You know very well that he is conspiring against me. You've seen how he looks at me. "I asked T'mund if he wanted to work next to us." He added quickly before the Blue could say anything, "Jagjith isn't going to get you, at the very least not while both T'mund and I are here. Plus, Kaaoloth and Weyrlingmaster Sel'n would never tolerate anything happening in their class." But, but Iamine he - "You don't have to talk to Jagjith, you don't even have to pay any attention to him. If they even come over that is, they might not want to." Dipping part of the rag into the oil bucket, E'iah began to rub it into Viveth's neck right behind his jaw. Seeing as the Blue was upset about having Jagjith even near him the boy thought it prudent to, for the time being, remain near his head as much as possible until Vive found a place where he blocked the thoughts out.

[raii]

It is the stupidbullybrown! Oh Rof'lmine, he is so mean, I can tell him so, can I not? I promise I won't hurt him![/i] Rof'l sincerely doubted Kamath would hurt anyone or anything anyways, so he nodded to his dragon's private request. Now addressing Jagjith, his tone changed. Hey! Stupidbullybrown! What do you think you're doing! You are so rude I could--

His mind voice was interrupted by the Weyrlingmaster. Kamath flicked his tail joyously, forgetting the brown in excitement. Mine! A releif to this horrible itching! Go get me some now! Make sure you put lots on my side. It is so itchy! Go, now! Kamath impatiently urged his rider on. Perhaps pushing his nose into Rof'l's back wasn't the most efficiant way to reach the oil.

Now, oil. Side, remember! His sentences were short commands, as he was overeager for Rof'l to stop staring at him and start releiving him. Naturally, Rof'l didn't mind getting dirty. In fact, he considered it a natural pleasure of life (so long as showers were provided soon after). He gripped the rag in both hands, shoving it into the oil until it reached his mid forarms. He laughed as he squeezed out the excess liquid.

Then using the rag, he applied what he deemed a good amount to his dragon's itchy spot. More, more! Do not listen to him about smaller amounts. I may not itch there, but this is the shiny stuff, is it not? Make your Kamath shine! Rof'l laughed at his dragon's obsession with all shiny, especially involving his own hide. Kamath wanted to shine, shine, shine, because shining was so pretty, of course.

He dunked the rag again, this time clinging to all excess liquid, before running it over Kamath's hide. How is that? Kamath snorted. Good, for one section. The rest of me itches too, you know! Rof'l shook his head, and began coating Kamath's sides with a thick layer of oil. Once his sides passed inspection, Rof'l moved onto the ridges and back. He carefully touched every bit of skin with the rag. The layer of oil was not so thick that it dripped, but rather gave the dragon an unnatural sheen. Shiny! Kamath exclaimed cheerfully.


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Oooh, oil! Now that he mentions it, I am oh so itchy, Sarimine! Upasanath loped over to the nearest bucket, nearly knocking several riders and dragons off their feet. As she turned to call for Sari, she nearly knocked over the bucket. Sari reached Upasanath quickly. Saripersonlove, make the itching stop! Use the oil! Yes, oil is good, right?[/i]

Now addressing her clutchmates and their riders, she restated the question. Oil is good, yes? It is a releif for me and my brothers and sisters that there is oil, not just itch! Sari smiled gently at the little green dragon, as she stood on her hind legs adressing the crowd. Let us get rid of the horrible itch! Now, Sarilove, remove my itch! Realizing she was still adressing the crowd, the little green made a soft rumbling noise.

Oops! Sorry, Sarilove, she said, now adressing only her rider. But please do not just stand around! Make the itching stop! It is driving poor Upasanath mad! Naturally, Sari was too caught up in listening to Upasanath to get started. She would soon learn to multitask easilly. The green Weyrling dipped the rag in oil. Having given up all hope for her clothing, she dove right in, enthusiastic for more bonding with hers.

As the urgency of the itch began to disapear, Upasanath's regular train of thought returned. This feels nice! Weren't you doing this to Mika the other day too? I didn't know firelizards needed it too. You have such pretty fire lizards, you know. Mika is so big and such a pretty green color. Lazuli is dark blues, and sometimes even purplish. Why is Dusk so strange then? His coloring is not very pretty!

Dusk seemed to have awoken at this insult, as he sent angry emotions towards the rider and dragon. Oh, Duskpinklittle, I did not mean it like that. It is unusal, that is all!. The pinkish brown seemed to rather like the dragon, so he dozed off to sleep again. Sari giggled. Upasanath would need to learn to control her mind so that her aimless thoughts didn't upset her finiky fire lizard.

[midnight]

Meagen could feel the itching of her little one. She approached the teacher when he said they could - and took a bucket. She sat down next to Tarath and gently began to apply the oil. Paying as close attention as she could - to everything that she needed to oil. Listening to Tarath's sighs of relief - and her gorgeous teal color come to glaring obviousness. "Well aren't you a really pretty color...." She commented lightly. She had never really NOTICED the color of her dragon before - but now it was so obvious.

Oh my silly lovemine, my dear dear lovemine. You are so silly! I have always been like this - you just noticed it. Also get here... the green said as she stretched out her wings and tilted to the side a little. The underside of her wing needed oiling. She sighed in relief as it was slathered on and turned happy eyes on her bonded. Ignoring just about everything else but her oiling. She wouldn't say - or do anything - unless she was directly spoken too. A sweet humming melody left the dragon as she sat there.

Her head swung as the male began to speak to her - making melodies of his own. Oh silly brother mine! Boys can't sing like girls do! she chimed playfully as she stretched out. How did boys sing? Did she even know.

Meagen looked at the blues bonded - smiling weakly and shrugging her shoulder as she looked down. Silly Tarath - silly Tarath indeed.