Wherling Lesson Two

[Rowana]

Lesson Two - Strengthening the Bond

Roivao settling his lesson plan in his mind. Hopefully the wherlings would find this more interesting than the first one, since it was more involved. At least he didn't have to worry about an interruption like last time. He shuddered, giving Tiida an uncomfortable look. The green salamandyr preened on his shoulder and just looked at him smugly. He shook his head, trying to rid himself of the memory. It wasn't like his mindmates had never chased before, it was that they had never been chased before.

Roi ran a hand through his pale hair, tugging at some knots. "Alright, Roisk," he said softly. "You'd better called them." Roisk grunted and trotted around the handler apartments to a small hill on the other side. It was only a short distance from where Roi was meeting the young handlers, but it was out of sight, which was the point. Roisk called the young whers to him, reaching out to each mind in turn and impressing that their handlers must go to Roi.

Roi wasn't much good at loud shouts needed to rouse sleepy wherlings, so he had recently been inspired to a new plan to get them out of bed. He tapped Tiida gently. "Ok, go ahead, but be nice." Tiida snorted. Why did she have to be nice to the little humans? They weren't worth it. WAKE YOUNGLINGS! she shrieked, clearly not trying to be polite at all. COME! MEET PRECIOUS! PLEASE NOW! Roi covered his face with his hand. He should have been clearer when he taught her how to do this. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea.

Attendance

Eikane of Gold Eikask
Ariya of Bronze Ariysk
Quintrell of Brown Quintresk
Dmitri of Blue Dmisk
Anzalorin of Blue Anzask
Nautic of Green Nautsk
Yoalla of Green Yosk

[rii]

"Ya'know, some of us have gott'n the whole be up at night thing. I dun think anyone is actually sleepin'.." Quintrell said this as he strolled out of the darkness, the quiet presence of his dark wher ghosting his right side. Digging a pinky into his ear, the thief made a vigorous show of trying to remove the phantom ringing left there from the little green's shouting.

Make Guru deaf. The mocking complain came from the bronze salamandyr perched languidly on his shoulder. Who precious?

"Heck if I know," Quintrell muttered to his shoulder, glancing around at.. no one. He had been first to arrive? How terrible. That gave off a completely wrong impression. Best rectify that. While Quintresk found a soft tuft of grass to stretch on out, Trel bounced over to Roi–grin a mile wide. "Hello, how are you, nice night n'all that. In the interest of savin' time, and I know your time, my time, is so precious—Are we gunna learn somethin' this time? I mean really do somethin'?"

Rude? Faranth no. It was a legit question. "'Cause if not.. Quintresk and I are just gonna wander off to learn our own things." A shame Quintresk's quiet nature had absolutely no effect on the thief's mouth. On a personal level, the brown actually managed to find amusement in watching the responses on other people's faces in reaction to his mindmate. No two were alike.

[Requiem]

Trees. Were not. His friends.

Dmitri rubbed at his sore backside, glaring at where the tree should be. Which would have been decidedly more effective if 1) the tree knew he was glaring at it 2) his glare wasn't currently covered from Pern at large and 3) he wasn't directing the nasty look in the absolute wrong direction due to the fact that Dmisk was no longer looking at the tree. Instead, he was looking at His with nothing short of long-suffering. And, yes, Dmitri found it quite disconcerting to be 'seeing' a blindfolded, disheveled version of himself making faces at something else he couldn't see.

"Not funny." Dmisk did not find the musicmaker's ineptitude 'funny.' "It was the screaming wormbeast." And since when did hearing effect sight? "You looked toward the sound," Dmitri hissed. Well, yes, but that wouldn't be a problem if the musicmaker could learn to borrow his eyes without his own being blinded. Stubborn one. Dmitri sniffed, picking himself off the ground. "Whatever. Help me, will you? I'd rather not have any more close, painful encounters with trunks."

Needless to say, neither handler nor wher were in the best of moods when they came upon the wherlingmaster who had seen fit to set loose his screaming salamandyr. Dmisk slunk forward silently and curled up on the ground, yawning in clear dismissal. Lessons. Necessary, but so far highly disappointing. Dmitri settled near him and behind his head to reduce disorientation, shoving strands that had come loose from his long braid behind his ears. The end of the braid itself coiled loosely in his lap.

[Ember]

Eikask was not amused. Not at all. Why had Hers gone out, while she was asleep, and Impressed that little blue menace? Not even a brown or a bronze, but a blue! It was even more useless than most of its type. Whenever the gold poked about in her human's mind, though, she found a fondness for both herself and the little blue. Not love yet perhaps...but surely she could get along with the little blue for the sake of Hers? So the queen kept reminding herself. It would take quite a bit of time (and some maturity would help) before both draconic species would be able to coexist more peacefully. In the meantime Eikane's waking hours were spent trying to avoid annoying either of his mindmates.

The goldhandler was not pleased to be woken by gold or screaming green. The moment he was concious enough he felt both Eikask and Nocturne's annoyance and sighed. Between Eikask and the rather spectacular (not) summons he figured it was time for lessons again. He dressed quickly and offered his arm to the blue curiously. Stay, follow? He could feel Nocturne contemplate the silent question before skittering up his arm and settling in his hair. To soothe his gold the wherhandler kept a hand on the gold the entire stumbling walk to Roivao.

The gold perked up slightly at the sight of both the bronze teacher and brown clutchmate. She greeted them warmly enough and even gave Dmisk a surprisingly ungrudging hello. Her clutchmates would pay her the attention she was worthy of, right? She knew Hers was busy and she tolerated his attention not being on her all the time...but she wished for more. She didn't allow her regal pose to show that desire though. She sat as if it were her right to receive it.

A relieved sigh. Eikane was glad the other whers were around to keep Eikask distracted. His voice was somewhat cheery as he said, "Good morning. Thanks for the very..interesting wake up call." He could feel Nocturne's scorn. Not directed at himself but at the method of waking up his humanthing and he grinned in the darkness. Maybe tonight would be a good night.

Misfit trilled as he popped out of between amongst nearly half a dozen whers. Oops. He didn't quite mean to come in so low. The brown beat upwards and away from the mouths that were oh-so-big. He spotted his Tiidagreenlove and crooned in his high tone. Love her, he did! Oh..but was she busybusy?

((I felt like throwing in Misfit. I can take him out if you want Row.))

[Kisha-Ra]

Wake? But she was already awake, did that mean she was allowed to sleep now? Yoalla thought half whimsically and half sarcastically. Was there anyone who wasn’t used to the whole nocturnal business by now? Actually was that the kind of question she really wanted to ask? Ah whatever, time to go and waste some time.

Yosk bounced along at her handlers side, for as long as if took her to come in view of the others anyway, then the pale green settled into her habitual guilty slink and half spread her wings. Yoalla sighed, by now she’d realised scolding the green and trying to get her to stand up straight was totally ineffective, she did wonder though, why Yosk held her wings like that, was she hoping to hide behind them or use them to escape? She might never find out knowing Yosk.

Yoalla looked around, made a disbelieving kind of face at Dmitri, and dropped down next to Quintrell, noting that the brownhandler seemed to have acquired a new pet. She hoped for his sake it wasn’t as confused as Lao. No, it was probably only her who ended up with a bronze who was convinced he was green. Said bronze, from his perch on Yoalla’s shoulder, fluted at the bronze salamandyr. Alright it was only a baby salamandyr but it was a handsome little bronze, and when he grew up he’d be just perfect for a green like Lao to flirt with.

Yosk snorted softly at the firelizard, he was clearly bronze and male, why was he so convinced he was green? Silly creature. She sent a wisp of tentative greeting to Quintresk and Dmisk, and after a moment of thought to Eikask and Roisk as well.

[glamourie]

SCARY!

Tiida’s announcement made Sprite fling herself down into Anz’s shirt, hiding beneath the fabric. She was notoriously afraid of other salamandyrs (and firelizards, whers, dragons, felines, canines, avians, and humans) and the loud proclamation absolutely terrified her. Her little claws latched onto the inside of Anz’s shirt to keep her level and she actively trembled, thankfully little more than a lump on the boy’s back. Ever since she Ran, her courage was completely gone and everything – everything – frightened her. Except Hers and Tricklove; he didn’t scare her, she took him presents regularly for being a very good brown and a very nice brown. He sometimes even called her pretty, even though she knew it was a lie, but she appreciated the compliments. Such a good brown. Tiida was a very scary green. She ducked her head and trembled more sincerely. Frightening.

Anzask was not happy to be separated from His, as was evident when he walked up and sat next to Roisk. A low whine escaped him, his tail thumping the ground, and he looked next to him at Anzalorin; must they be separated? Turning to Roisk, he curiously cocked his head to the side, inquiring. However, as His started away, he didn’t move. He stayed very still, but the whirl in his eyes was worried. Would Roisk play with him like His did? He didn’t want His to leave if this one wouldn’t play. Please don’t go, Hislove…

“I’ll be back, I’m sure,” Anz called over his shoulder with a languid wave; he tried to mentally comfort Anzask as he moved out of sight, but the worry flooding through his mind was distracting. Of course, part of that was Sprite, who was terrified. Most of it was, in fact. Anzask was just anxious. Just the same, the blue wherhandler came to stand next to his classmates… and found himself more than a little confused. Why were their whers there? Had they not gotten Roisk’s message that the whers were to be with Roisk, and them with Roivao? Or had Anzask gotten it mixed up? The confusion showed on his face and rather than greet the person nearest to him (Quintrell – his roommate), he looked around before raising his hand as though in question.

“Weren’t our whers supposed to stay with Roisk over yonder?” he asked without waiting for a response to his raised hand. Said arm flopped to the side almost bonelessly and he pointed toward where he’d left Anzask, before blinking. “I’m not just incompetent at following directions am I? My brain stopped working around the time your salamandyr scared Sprite half to death. Thanks for that, by the way. Just what I needed, a rush of terror to the brain…”

[Rowana]

Well, at least his class was coming, even if Tiida had been much ruder than he'd meant. It was sometimes amazing to him how snide and condescending while speaking with polite words. He glared at her, but she wasn't paying any attention. Her job was done, and her brown love was here! Tiida crooned at Misfit. Handsome brown love. It was so good to see him and so lovely of him to come at night like this. Maybe they could play or find something to eat? Tiida glided free of Roi's shoulder to meet him. Leave groundbeasts, she snorted at the whers. Come play?

Roi frowned at his students. Two were missing, but since they were the same two gone from last time, he didn't worry about it. They would show up eventually. Everyone had come with their whers though. Hadn't Roisk told the whers to meet him? Wait, at least one of the wherlings had gotten it right. Roisk rumbled to Anzask in approval. They sadly weren't here to play, but there was no need to worry. His bonded would watch Anzask's and the others and they would be reunited soon.

Roi took a deep breath, trying not to be concerned by his rude students. He was started to get used to such comments. "Yes, Quintrell," he said seriously. "We are going to learn something tonight. And if you had been paying attention like Anzalorin," he nodded to the last to arrive, "You would know that your whers were supposed to meet Roisk, not come with you." He glanced around at each of them in turn. "I am sorry about Tiida's announcement. I didn't think she'd be quite so...loud. Now if those of you who still have your whers with you would please send them to Roisk and Anzask, we can begin."

[Requiem]

What? Dmitri's head turned in the direction of Anz, a mild frown touching his lips. Yes. The bronze had said to come, Dmisk informed him matter-of-factly. Then...why hadn't he? He had little desire to, of course. But Dmisk was the one who always dragged them to wherling lessons, so the least he could do was actually behave. Psht, behave. He was behaving. He just didn't care to leave His. Was there really any point in doing so? Of course there was; namely, that this was what was expected of him. Dmisk rose gracefully to his feet and returned the greeting - belatedly - of his clutch siblings. They should probably go now, since apparently the stupids were of a mind to separate them from Theirs for awhile. Thus suggested the blue, though he didn't wait to see their reactions. The wher padded off toward Roisk and Anzask.

Dmitri slid the blindfold up, retying it around his forehead so as not to lose it. He squinted at the wherlingmaster until his sight adjusted, not moving from his seated position. "Technically, since it was the whers who were told, that falls on them, not us." An argument mostly for the sake of argument, considering Dmitri didn't actually blame Dmisk for not responding to the summons. They liked each other's company well enough and, really, why did they have to be apart anyway? Strangely enough, Dmitri felt bereft without Dmisk by his side, even if the blue was still a very tangible presence in his mind.

"Are you sure we're going to learn something? Because Dmisk and I have a routine, you see, that you're very much disrupting, and last time these lessons were next to useless. You know, going over things we learned as candidates. What's the point of taking mandatory lessons when people assume you don't even know what they taught you in them?" He slouched forward onto his knees, eyes slitted. " For that matter, how long have you even been bonded to a wher? You look old, sure, but the rumor is you were still a wherling during the siege, and we all know that wasn't terribly long ago." Trust Dmitri to unearth said rumors. Harpers were notorious for finding the pulse of a place, and he'd had months to spread out his feelers.

He made his way over to Roisk and Anzask, threading between his clutchbrother and the bronze in what could only be construed as a protective gesture. Seating himself there, he eyed the older wher steadily. He'd suggested the others should come, so they should be here any moment. That was, apparently, all the communication he intended to share with Roisk, however, because he withdrew from the bronze's mind immediately, leaving not a trace.

[rii]

"My deepest apologies," Quintrell flapped his hand dramatically at Roi, turning his head aside–more of shoo-ing away the teacher's words more than anything else. "A bit hard to think about what we were told when something else is screaming in our heads. Sort of overpowers the instructions. You know how annoying things are, tend to chew on your attention." Just like he knew he was being very irritating, on purpose. Quintrell did not do well with authoritative figures.

He had just gotten comfortable too. Quintresk quietly returned greetings before smoothly rising back onto his claws, long tail coiling out behind him in a casual flick. He idled a moment, glancing between his clutchsiblings before coming alongside of Eikask. After you, the brown politely offered his golden clutchsister. It was only proper, of course. Curving his neck around, Quintresk gestured with his tail for Yosk to go along ahead as well. Ladies first.

Claiming a bit of earth for a seat, Quintrell gave a smile (a toned down version) to Yoalla when she sat next to him. The thief didn't care to note the two other handlers, they were male, inferior by far. Even if seeing Dmitri in the blindfold was odd. The Harper was taking care of the teacher quite well with his own sharp wit–no need for Quintrell to add his own quips; for now.

"I tried luv," He said quietly. Oh, he had learned her name a while back, but stuck with what he initially called her. "Seems we are all doomed yet again." And with that said, Quintrell slid down to lay on his back, folding arms under his head. One knee bent up, the opposite ankle crossing to rest on it. Oh he'd pay attention enough to understand the lesson, but he didn't have high hopes of learning anything of actual use. His dark brown eyes squinted at the flitter on Yoalla's shoulder. "Whose yer new friend there?"

Guru shifted onto his chest, peering curiously at the bronze flitter addressing him. What? What did it want? Sitting regally, Guru curled his tail around himself, glancing back up at the flitter a couple of times. It was eyeing him worse than that feather-brain had. Hmph. Tail tip flicked outward and Guru shifted his attention to the green salamandyr and brown flitter, so lovey-dovey those two. Must you? Go now. Shoo.

[Ember]

As his wher silently approved of Yosk's deference to her, Eikane was listening to Roivao. Ooh, the little trickster. Eikask had informed him that there was a lesson...not the fact that she was supposed to go elsewhere. Silly gold. He knew exactly why she wanted to stay with him too and he sighed, kneeling down to look her in one eye easier. "Eikask, go to Roisk. He won't do much of anything with the others around. So go!" He normally didn't have to be so firm with the gold, but this was important, if the Wherlingmaster's words indicated anything.

Eikask rumbled discontentedly and snuffled at his hair. The man could easily imagine Nocturne's glare at the pale wher. Really. The pair was going to kill him! Eikask finally turned to look at Quintresk. He was a good brown! She was quite willing to admit a relation to him. She missed his attention towards their green sister as she glanced at Hers and decided to go. It was for a short while only. The sooner she went, the sooner she would be reunited with Hers.

The gold walked by Quintresk with surprising grace, tail brushing lightly along his side and shoulder. The scene was suddenly ruined as she stumbled forward. She chose to ignore her clumsiness as she headed towards Roisk. He was another good wher. Eikane shook his head lightly (he didn't want to disrupt Nocturne too much) and turned to look at Roivao almost apologetically. He'd understand right? Whers had their own personalities and opinions. It wasn't really his fault if Eikask chose not to inform him of where she should be. Her logic was surprisingly reliable. She'd known telling him would result in him forcing her to go to Roisk.

Misfit rolled mid air as he swooped to the gliding Tiida. Play? Yes yes! Play was good! She was far more interesting than those silly whers any day. He flew under her, catching her small body between his wings and fluted happily. Tiidahis, yes? The brown slowly spiralled upwards with Tiida and then gave a warning cheep before flipping onto his back. She could hold on if she wished, or she could drop and trust him to catch her. He would not mind either way. The humanlings and their land beasts could do boring stuff. Him and Tiida would play~

[glamourie]

They weren’t allowed to play? Anzask visibly deflated in disappointment. He wanted to play. Or, more specifically, he wanted to be with His. He didn’t like venturing too far from Anzalorin. He forcibly tried to cheer himself up by standing up and pouncing the ground in interest, chasing things that only he could see. Maybe that would cheer him up, though it made him sad that Roisk didn’t want to play with him and also that none of his clutchsiblings were there. Why had they gotten to go with their mindmates and not him? His tail thumped the ground and he settled into a sitting position, rocking back and forth anxiously. His mind brushed that of His. He hoped that Roisk’s was good at watching because the Spriteling was not very good at keeping herself out of trouble and His was very bad at keeping himself out of trouble, too. He didn’t want trouble, no no, he did not. Maybe Roisk’s was a good protector. He hoped so…

Looking around, Anzalorin fidgeted awkwardly. It was strange; the idea of being the only person to properly listen – but then, Anzask didn’t disobey anyone intentionally. He was usually too energetic and happy to do anything that could qualify as spite, and he liked to do the right thing. Dmitri’s complaints made him turn to look at the other boy before the blond chewed his bottom lip in thought. He glanced casually to Quintrell as well before shaking his head. “Saying I was paying attention really is an over-estimation; the credit should be given to Anzask. I was trying to calm Sprite down. She doesn’t really know how to react to other salamandyrs, especially when they’re loud,” he explained with an indifferent shrug. He wasn’t trying to be contrary, just honest: Anzalorin wasn’t someone who followed instructions to the letter as the candidate master could attest to. “Just the same –“ He turned to Dmitri and said, perhaps boldly, “You do realize that every second you waste griping is another additional second we have to spend in these lessons, so you’re better off canning the attitude so that those of us who want to learn and do have better things to do can go do them?” There wasn’t hostility in his voice – Anzalorin wasn’t a hostile creature by nature. It was just very, very frank. “Just a suggestion, since you seem to want out of these lessons as fast as possible. And I want back with Anzask; he’s upset at being away from me.”

Being ignored made Anz twitch slightly; he did notice, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he wandered away from Quintrell to sit flat on the ground by himself. His head turned to the direction of Anzask; there was no denying that the boy was worried about his blue. Considering how close they were, though, there was probably little surprise in that. He cared about Anzask… and he was upset.

Yes, he was definitely upset. Even as Dmisk came up, he didn’t quite calm down, though he did lean over to nose his clutchbrother in greeting. A low whine escaped his throat; would Dmisk play with him, since Roisk wouldn’t? Please? Maybe if Dmisk played with him he wouldn’t miss Anzalorin so much. He really didn’t like His being so far away – was Dmisk okay with it? Maybe it was just him who didn’t like being so far from His; he didn’t know. Anz didn’t like him being so far either though. Maybe it was something all whers felt. He wondered. Were their other clutchsiblings coming too? His head swiveled around to look before he whined again. Maybe they were… maybe the class would go by quickly, too…

[Kisha-Ra]

Yosk looked back at her bonded with her eyes tinged slightly pink. She’d missed that entirely she had, and now Roisk’s was upset with hers. Yosk was very stupid, and very sorry, really.

Yoalla gave the wherling master a look that seemed to indicated she’d seen more impressive things on the bottom of her feet. What an idiot, the only reason she wasn’t joining the trend of giving him a piece of her mind about having a salamandyr call them, badly, was that pretty much everything had been said and she had better things to do with her night than waste it here. Rather than add a comment to those already made Yoalla comfortingly patted Yosk’s flank, it wasn’t the green’s fault their instructions weren’t clear after all, and gave the wher a push after the others.

Yosk unfolded herself and slunk after Dmisk and Eikask, uncertainly. She didn’t want to go, couldn’t she stay? The green sighed heavily as that inquiry was met with a firm negative from her handler’s thoughts. She moved past Quintresk, on the opposite side to her golden sister, giving the brown a curious look, why did he want to walk behind? Strange…

Without her wher Yoalla felt strangely naked, since Yosk’s hatching she’d barely been separated from the green, and even though she could certainly still feel the wher’s presence in her mind (currently Yosk was trying not to trip over and make a fool of herself) Yoalla missed the pale shape at her side. For no reason other than to shake off the air of lonliness that suddenly assaulted her she gave Quintrell’s legs a shove and looked down at him. ‘We’re always doomed.’ She muttered, trying for humorous. The question about her firelizard startled her a little, she’d had the little bronze for a while but she’d forgotten that hardly anyone had seen him. ‘That’s Lao, he was sort of accidental, and he’s totally convinced he’s a green.’ Lao trilled softly and rubbed his head against Yoalla’s face. Good his, she’d got it right, he was a green. ‘I notice you’ve acquired a new friend too.’ Yoalla commented, looking at the salamandyr that perched on Quintrell.

Lao was feeling most put out, no one was paying attention to him. Bad frilly green, taking all the attention. She already had one, and Lao spoke to the baby mandyr first, he did! Ah well it was only a baby bronze, not old enough to appreciate Lao at all.


Something in plain brown came zipping along and darted through the feet of humans and whers. They were scaring his Spriteling (Trick ignored the fact that everything scared his Spriteling) so Trick was coming to rescue her. Bad loudface chirpy flirt loud. He scolded Tiida as he passed, very bad indeed.

Hello minelove! The brown leapt onto Anz and climbed up to his shoulder. Where hide pretty Spritelinglove now? Trick here, good Trick, good Spriteling. he inquired, hopping up and down on Anz’s shoulder impatiently.

[Rowana]

Roivao's eyes narrowed. Class was already running out of control and they hadn't even started yet. He supposed he couldn't blame them. In a way Dmitri was right, he might be older, but he was far from a senior handler. Even as a rider, he had never had a position of authority before. Still, it was his thankless task to do what he could. It was tempting just to dismiss them and let them learn on their own though. Roi tried to hid the fact that he found the whole situation uncomfortable. He used to be good with people, he just wished he could remember how. It had all come so much easier with Iloth around.

Roi sighed. "I was hoping to teach you ways to strengthen the bond between you and you're whers. The stronger the bond, the easier the more interesting lessons will be and the faster we'll get to them." He looked seriously at the wherlings. Dmitri was being rude again, but that was nothing new. Anz was trying to talk him out of it, and probably doing better than Roi could. Quintrell was half paying attention, which was more than he usually got. Eikane and Yoalla were as well, that was something.

"Now," he glanced pointedly at Dmitri. "If you'd all like to leave as soon as possible, we can begin. I know many of you are nervous being separated from your whers." He didn't add that he was too. Even this short separation was nerve wracking. "You will find, however, that your connection to them is just as strong. Focus on each others minds. You will need to be constantly aware of the others thoughts and emotions no matter where they are or what they are doing. Keep yourself calm or your wher will sense your discomfort and feel the same. Close your eyes if it helps. In time you'll be able to share more than thoughts, but we'll cover those next lesson."

Roisk was the stronger of his pair. Instead of Roi assuring him, he sent his bonded encouraging thoughts and confidence. The wherlings were here and he gave each a pleased croon. All was well, he assured them. Their bonded were never truly apart, even when they could not see. They were welcome to move and play, but they must listen and feel for their bonded.

Tiida crooned happily and snuggled between Misfits wings. He was such a good handsome! She let him carry her upward, ignore the rude voices of everything else. What a fun game it was! At the top, she jumped free of him as he turned. Away she glided, practically flying on her large wings. She zig-zaged away from the group. Could he catch her?

[rii]

Quintrell's attention shifted momentarily to Anzalorin, only now noticing the blue wherhandler as he moved away to sit by himself. A decidedly uncharacteristic behavior, if only because the thief knew his roommate to be the social type. Sprite must have been in quite the fright–obviously the green salamandyr had Anzalorin in such a mood. Not that Quintrell had been much help lately, Guru had been a pain in the backside. His rudeness and heavy sarcasm were not appreciated after the thief had been working so diligently to get Sprite to come out of her shell just a little bit..

His fingers waggled at Anzalorin but Quintrell's attention was soon snagged by Yoalla's pushing his legs. The thief couldn't help it, a grin flashed at her–his interest completely directed back on her. Couldn't pay much attention elsewhere when Yoalla was the only female presence in the room. An eyebrow arched and Quintrell slowly sat up, taking her shove to be something to spur him to behave or something along those lines. Now cross-legged, those dark eyes of eyes took to examining the obviously bronze firelizard.

"Lao.. " thought he was green. Quintrell didn't quite know what to think about that, but it was just a firelizard so he opted to ignore the distasteful circumstances. As long as it didn't chase after other males (Although the thief subconsciously moved Guru to the top of his head so as to sit away from the flitter–because the bronze mandyr was rude, after all). Anzalorin made girl's clothes a lot of the time, and Quintrell didn't mind that whole business. Just.. the thief lightly shook his head, putting on that ever present mask of a smile. "Yer a beaut, Lao." He reached for the confused flitter to rub his/her head. "A magnificent green if there ever was." Then, more quietly and to Yoalla, Quintrell mused playfully. "You bond to some interestin' characters. That's–" His eyes flicked up to his hairline. "–the ever wise, Guru."

Quintresk prowled at a slow pace, regarding Eikask curiously with one eye when her tail brushed his side. He politely shifted his attention elsewhere when she stumbled, pretending to not notice her slip and instead watching Yosk go on ahead. Silent as a shadow the dark wher came up to the group, sitting apart from them with tail curling around claws. The whip-like tip continued to flick and coil, the only sign of inner thoughts from the brown. This would not be the first time he had been apart from his mindmate, but it was dark out and he knew His wouldn't be able to see..

Indeed Quintrell felt more than just a touch blind without Quintresk's night vision to aid him. No, not the first time being separated, and certainly not the last. Only being able to take cat naps made his sleeping schedule erratic and the thief often got up during the daylight hours to socialize. He did not enjoy the idea of becoming a reclusive hermit because his activites should have kept him nocturnal. Even at night the thief often went places on whim where Quintresk was unable to follow. It had been discomforting at first, but Trel would never let that tie him down.

Heaving an audible sigh, Quintrell flicked his dark eyes and displeased expression onto their teacher. Least to say Trel felt annoyed, and his mood was reflecting on Quintresk quite plainly. His fingers drummed against the dirt, fast and rapid. If they could see his expression, no longer was there a trace of his jovial grin. Really, he was trying to understand the point of the lesson. Aside from being blind, and now wholly aware of two different conversations–which gave him a headache to pay attention to the whers on-goings and the ones around him. What the shards was this; sit around and hum meditatively? Impossible. Quintrell tried to sate his restlessness by surveying the rest of the wherhandlers.

"That's the lesson?" Quintrell snorted while flicking a rock aside. "Don't turn in a sniveling idiot if your wher isn't glued to your leg?" Forget it, he tried. Rising to his feet, Quintrell dusted off the seat of his pants, pivoted on heel and began to head back toward the Weyr. A jaunty wave was tossed to them all. "Let's see how far apart we can go, shall we?" With a faint roll of his eyes, Quintrell leisurely strolled away.