[#1] Defense Lesson

[Rei]

Ebolath growled low in her throat as Frosstyth doused the humans. Idiot. She snapped at him, lashing her tail across the ground. Frosstyth if mine gets sick I will be very unhappy. You best hope she does not grow ill. Normally sweet tempered to a fault, the outburst was a bit out of character for the green. Corinth’s reassurances helped however, and soon T’rid had taken hers to a safer location. Rumbling she trembled slightly and glared at her brown clutch brother. Turning towards T'rid she crooned. Thank you.

Raylin was not aware of her surroundings until she felt herself being lifted, and suddenly she had the urge to throw up. She kept her eyes closed tightly until she was laid down. Groaning softly the green rider took a few deep breaths and let her eyelids flutter open. It took Raylin a minute to focus but once she did she turned her head to regard Kalerary. “Kalerary?” The name was whispered as she tried to piece together what had just happened. Slowly it started flooding back. Had she seriously fainted? Shards she was pathetic. The weyrling closed her eyes tightly again and shivered slightly. How in Faranth’s name had she gotten wet? Frosstyth soaked you. If he does it again he will be in trouble. The anger in her dragon’s tone caused Raylin to flinch. Ebolath crooned and settled down to watch. Touching Kalerary’s mind she rumbled. Kale? Would you please make sure mine is all right?

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Crystoph had moved just in time and he shook his head as the brown soaked the group. Wow that kid had to be a complete moron. Either that or his dragon had rocks for brains. Sighing, he removed his shirt and started for the girl Ka’rys had called Kale. Tossing it to the girl he smiled. “Here get Mom out of her wet clothes. I’d hate to see the brown rider murdered for stupidity.” Winking at her he trotted back to the small group and smirked at T’rid. The gesture was a bit condescending but he quickly moved away to stretch before the bronze rider could react.

Selenitas riders where obviously all stupid. Bad breeding. Sighing the red head began his stretches targeting the key muscle groups he knew he needed to rely on. This would be a waste of time probably. Mikail was right not to come. What a bunch of idiots. If they survived the next attack he would be surprised. More than likely the weyr was doomed if all their bronze rider’s where so…. for lack of a better word stupid. Not only that but their number of mature bronzes was pathetic. Even the weyrling’s didn’t seem intelligent. Pity. Selenitas obviously survived by pure luck. Perhaps he could transfer after weyrling training? Benden and Fort where out but maybe someone with a brain could benefit High reaches.

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D’nar wisely stayed out of the drama. Due completely to Olanreth’s bidding. They had plenty of people to cater to the drenched. Right now his had to worry about keeping himself for getting totally embarrassed. The bronze weyrling spared a apologetic glance to C’oar. The little bronze snorted as he felt his bonded’s worry for his friend. Do not feel sorry for the idiot Narmine. His dragon is as smart as a wherrie. It is a pity.

D’nar rolled his eyes and started stretching. Olanreth hadn’t a very high opinion of Frosstyth at all. Mostly due to the day at the barracks. The weyrling’s bronze had a low tolerance level for those he perceived as stupid. Sometimes D’nar thought he only tolerated him because he had to. That thought got him a sharp prod to his mind. Narmine pay attention to what is happening around you and do not embarrass me. You are mine and I am confidant you will be fine. Now stop with the self deprecation and get ready.

[Tashe]

No whining. That was his only condition? Well, she was up for it. Offering the Brownrider a glance, a silent question, Saraina shrugged before removing her jacket. Pacing over to Kalerary she offered the young girl a smile before laying her garment on the ground. Raising an eyebrow as a shirt fluttered into sight, the Bluerider turned to watch the red headed man as he spoke then retreated. Shaking her head slightly, she offered Raylin a glance. "You can borrow my jacket if you don't want to use that guy's shirt." Hooking a thumb through her belt, the Bluerider stalked back over to E'rro. They had been standing far enough away from the others to miss the stream of water, but it had been quite an amusing sight. Hence her less than bitter mood.

She had put on comfortable clothing before coming, even the belt she wore was material and not the normal leather type. She had never been formally trained, but had often gotten in fights in her younger days. But she had an inkling that her dirtystreet fighting wouldn't stand long against anything the Bronzerider threw at her. She couldn't make a stand against E'rro when they sparred, and he was years younger than she was. Taking a few steps forward and closer to the group, Saraina ruffled her short hair before plopping down onto the sand to stretch. At least she was very familiar with stretching, having to do so before she ran or rode her Runner.

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He hadn't paid attention to whatever had happened with Raylin, it wasn't his problem. But... what was that Brown... In all truth, he was surprised as the Weyrling Dragon deposited a mouth full of water onto a good portion of the congregation. Ka'rys certainly didn't find it amusing, the look on his face was far from it. Raising an eyebrow as the Bronzerider barked an order to stretch before turning on the Brown's rider, E'rro rolled his neck before nodding toward Sara as she approached. He stepped forward as she did, but instead of sitting down he remained standing. Crossing his arm across his chest, the Brownrider let his eyes wonder around the gathering. It was an interesting hodgepodge of people, from Candidates to full fledged riders... he vaguely remembered the redheaded boy from his days at Benden, though the Candidate's name escaped him. Crystal? No. Well whatever it was it couldn't have been important enough for him to remember.

Habitually moving to tie his hair back, E'rro touched his head only to remember he had cut his hair short only recently. In some ways he regretted cutting his hair including the reason that it made the scar across his face was even more visible, but then again, it also showed he was really starting to adjust to life at Selenitas. The sentimental letting go of the past, if you would. Although he kept the thick, black rings around his eyes. He actually liked how it made his eyes look when he was in a foul mood. Reaching down to touch his toes, the Brownrider frowned at the sand. He hated the stuff. But he grudgingly accepted the fact it made a good place to train on. It was much harder to run and move on sand than it was on solid ground. It still didn't keep him from hating the fact that it got just about everywhere a person could think of. Moving to help the Bluerider stretch her back, E'rro yawned slightly. At least they got to stretch before hand, even if the wait was longer because of silly antics.

[Lotty]

K'sel didn't like to fight. He liked drinking, and flirting, and running his mouth which were all things that usually led to fighting, but that did not mean that K'sel liked it by a long shot. He didn't want to think that anybody liked it, but he had by now begun to think that this was just the nature of some men. He looked up from his red fruit carving to try and play "spot the ruffian", before attending again to peeling away at the skin and popping wedges of his snack into his mouth. Yes, there were fighters in this world and there were pacifists, and this weyrling was neither, he was smack dab in between. Which is what made answering the girl's question so very hard. He couldn't say that he snubbed the idea, he was just being a little ego about it all. He didn't want to admit that he might get some use out of some lessons, he also didn't want to believe that any amount of training could save him when facing the sharp side of a knife. Of course he couldn't just leave either...he did promise his mother he would come, and he got this far already. His reply to Kalerary was in pieces, first an exasperated sigh, eyes set low as they looked for the answer in the sands of the beach, and then his woeful surrender, "I, I don't really know."

Finishing his fruit, his wiped the sides of his blade against his khaki colored trousers before replacing it in it's holder on his belt, caring very little for the stains the juice may leave on his work clothes. A pair of pants didn't have character until a had a good stain or two after all. And with something that may have been a pang of sympathy, the weyrling took a side step as Raylin was deposited next to Kalerary.

Now he knew she said that he may have to accommodate her, but K'sel was hardly the type of guy, and he really shouldn't ever have his hands in anything medical related. He really had no first aid skills...he really didn't have any bed side manner either, unless turning to look away counted. He would later cite speaking to Tr'esn as his reason for doing so, but in reality it was nothing but pure mindlessness - the inability to know what to do with the fainted rider at all. Looking at the dripping wet rider he calmly offered the spot in the sand next to him, "By all means, its yours...." though nothing in life was ever really free, "just..don't get me wet.....please."

That's when Raylin's eyes fluttered open and the little girl was put in charge of getting the pregnant greenrider into some dry clothes. This was incredibly awkward - for the simple reason that she was pregnant, and the so called baby's daddy was but a few paces away. Decision making was another thing that K'sel wasn't very good at. Nodding his head he started talking to himself, "You know, maybe lessons are good, maybe its a good idea."

[topaz]

C'vin was just ringing out the majority of the water from his pant leg when Ka'rys instructed them all to stretch. C'vin wasn't exactly sure how to stretch before a fight, or what he should stretch, so he just did the basics. Bending one arm, he brought it up and pulled it to the opposite side for a count of ten, then repeated it with the other arm. Next, one at a time, he brought each arm over his chest and pulled them across. What else, what else... Oh, legs! In an awkward attempt at balancing, C'vin flared out his left arm to act as a counter weight, and bent his right knee, pulling it up behind him by the foot. Immediately unsteady, the blueweyrling did a strange hopping motion around his spot, trying valiantly not to fall over as he stretched his quad. Finally having to let go of his foot before he really did fall over, he tried the process again with his left leg, and found it to be a bit more stable. Satisfied with his stretching - and not knowing any more useful stretches - C'vin stood and waited for whatever it was Ka'rys had planned for them.

(lawl, my C'vin muse is floundering)

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At first Venus was sure that R'wign was speaking to someone else. So sure, until she caught the movement of his hand coming out towards her from the corner of her eye. Turning to him and Tr'esn, she looked at both of them respectively, but her eyes landed lastly on R'wign. Did he really just call her gorgeous? He must be joking.. Nevertheless, Venus clasped his hand in hers and gave both riders a sweet smile. "I'm Venus. Nice to meet you both." Whether he was honest or not, he had complimented her.

Tr'esn was polite enough, obviously much shyer than his friend, but he seemed very uncomfortable - possibly because of the strange new company, or because he was soaking wet, the reason for which Venus did not care to know. As he excused himself Venus watched him with indifference as he went to sit in the area assigned for those who only wanted to watch the class. Ah, maybe he was only getting out of their way.

Turning her attention back to R'wign, it was quickly stolen by Ka'rys' voice, instructing them all to stretch. Good, at least they were doing something now. Venus gave R'wign a fleeting smile as she took a half step away to give them both room. Interlocking her fingers, the brunette pushed them as far out in front of her as she could, then did the same behind her back. Next she pulled each arm behind her head, and moved onto her legs, apparently having much more balance than many of the others in the group.