Exotic Weyrlings (Lesson 1)

[Rei]

Lesson 1:
Classroom: Care and Feeding of Dragonets
Training Field: Cleaning and Oiling Dragon Hide

Kaaoloth stretched and flared his wings. Today was the first lesson for their new weyrlings and the large brown was beyond excited. He adored the little ones. He barely needed Sel’n’s bidding to call them to class. Hello little ones. I am Kaaoloth of Weyrlingmaster Sel’n please come down to the classrooms. Your first lesson will start today. From now on you will be known as the Exotic Weyrling class. Hurry now tardiness is not looked highly upon.

Good job Kaaoloth. Sel’n praised his mind mate as he waited for the new class to arrive. For the first lesson he had pushed all the desks to the edges of the class room and laid a large rug down. As the first pair entered. He gestured to the rug. “Make yourselves comfortable. We have a bit to cover this morning before your dragon’s get their baths.”

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Wake up Danmine! A rough shove caused D’nar to roll of the bed and cry out as he hit the floor. “Olanreth! Could you be more gentle please? For Faranth’s sake you don’t have to manhandle me.” If I don’t you’ll never get up and we’ll miss our first lesson. We have to learn this stuff if we are ever going to be Weyrleader’s. Now get up and get dressed. I am hungry and I have waited long enough! Grumbling D’nar pulled on some pants and threw on a shirt. The weyrling started to walk to the door but was blocked by a large insistent dragonet. You are most certainly not wearing that! It is dirty. We have to be presentable. They will look up to us and you have to fit the part. No one will look up to someone who is dirty. Change or I am not moving. “I’ll just climb over you Olan.” If you try I will drag you back.

Hero blinked and chirped in amusement as he watched the exchange. It was still too early for Ellie and R’wign to be up. So he was content to lounge for awhile before he brought his Elegance some breakfast. Olanreth looked up at the shelf and snorted. Little Hero back me up. Tell ours how silly he is being. Hero gazed at his and chirped questioningly. I refuse to be seen with you if you don’t change. Olanreth said fiercely stamping his forefoot for good measure. Frustrated D’nar grabbed some clean garments out of his trunk and threw them on. “Happy now?” Yes. Crooning the bronze rubbed his head against his bonded affectionately.

Sighing deeply D’nar started for the classrooms his bronze prancing behind. As they entered Olanreth crooned to Sel’n. Tell him Good morning mine. Rolling his eyes and earning a glare from his dragon D’nar complied. “Good morning Weyrlingmaster Sel’n. Olanreth butted D’nar’s hand and gave a grumble. “Oh Olanreth says hello to.” Settling himself on the rug the weyrling scratched his dragon’s eye ridges. You need to pay attention today Danmine. There is much to learn. Sure whatever you say pal.


Exotic Weyrlings

D'nar of Bronze Olanreth
K'sel of Brown Pettahth
L'nos off Brown Hazleth
Muttia of Green Venereth [NPC]
Burena of Blue Hypirioth
Bela of Green Zemtinth [Adoptable]
Thora of Green Hypriceth
T'yr of Blue Astendith
Nris of Green Lilliemeneth
Ba'al of Bronze Brekoth [NPC]
M'rian of Blue Gadath [Adoptable]
H'thor of Brown Trondoth [NPC]
Taelette of Blue Broth [NPC]

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[Lotty]

This was going to be the first step in the long road back to normalcy. Or at least somewhere as close to normal as K'sel could find, because the growling determined voice of Pettahth, lurking in the back of his head, would never make for for the usual affairs of pre-Impression. This was something that slowly K'sel was coming to terms with, but considering that both rider and dragon were hardly the malleable sort, they were bound to clash the whole time.

Indeed, the new dragon smell had worn off; the Impression induced happy-stupor the boy had been prancing around the hatching feast with was replaced by his good old brand of grim cynicism. When Pettahth so boldly decided to take it upon himself to wake K'sel up, the brown was met with two bloodshot eyes still sticky with sleep and the groaning of a tired and stiff teenager who was hardly ready to take on the world. Hardly missing K'sel's agitation, and pushing forward anyway, the dragon asked, Your eyes are red. Does that mean you are angry K'selmine? Of course humans didn't have the curse of gemstone eyes to give away their emotions, but indeed the boy had a way of speaking with the subtle inflections of his own ever ochre eyes.

He shoved his dragon's snout away and twisted around to face the other direction, "Five more minutes...." The dark haired boy was being particularly difficult, but the dragon already was learning on how to pull his strings. You really musn't be late to everything...the ones who are early always become the boss...and you know how you hate being pushed around. "Sharding suck ups," as much as K'sel hated the thought of not only being on time, but one of the first on the scene, he figured it would be better that someone with a shred of sense got the glory. He reluctantly got up and dug through his things to find his usual uniform: a too loose shirt, and equally relaxed trousers of which he had a myriad of colors to choose from, if one considered two shades of khaki and black to be a myriad. During nicer occasions K'sel was rather adept at spicing it up and looking snazzy, but for all conventional purposes he was rather content with how he looked. He threw on his clothing, wincing as his muscles pulled..."Thanks for knocking the life out of me at the hatching by the way. I know you just had to make up for being last by being showy, but now I have to feel the pain today....real great buddy." Pettahth snorted, You deserve it. You are such a surly boy. K'sel was at least appreciative that his dragon was honest and not pandering to his emotions.

The weyrling pair walked casually into the classroom...well K'sel did, Pettahth was busy measuring up his clutchmates and much like Olanreth had to, force his rider to say hello. Manners! Stop being a brat and say hello, he ordered his partner who had taken up a spot where he could properly cross his arms in waiting. "Hello," he so smoothly said, "how is everyone?" See that, K'sel could be conversational when he pleased.

[dragon]

Nris was awake. Wide awake. Bright eyed and bushy tailed. And busily stitching away at a tear in one of her garments, leaning lightly against the side of her sound asleep green. Who completely missed the call to class. The only thing that alerted Nris to something happening, was the sleepy-grouchy weyrlings getting shepherded around by thier dragons. Dropping her stitching on her bed, she scrambled to her feet. "Lilly! Wake up! Lilly!" She grabbed the green's head and started tugging on it.

The green moaned a protest, faceted eyes slowly cracking open to reveal color. What? What, mine? Why can't I sleep? She protested, trying to pull her head back. But Nris was not going to let it go. For the moment, she was stronger than her dragon, and by far determined to make her get up.

"Something's happening, you oaf. The whole class is moving, and here you are getting your beauty sleep in!" Nris said, through gritted teeth as her muscles worked hard to pull her dragon to her feet via her headknobs.

The green humphed, and finally got to her feet. And then yanked her head downward to get it free of Nris' grasp. Alright. But you said I could! Lilliementh protested.

"That was before I knew there was going to be something barrack-wide going on. I bet you slept through a call, didn't you?" Nris said, stripping off her nightshirt and donning a skin-tight short shirt and shorts. It wasn't much, so far as clothing went, but it was what she was used to, being an avvid swimmer. That, or a full-body skin suit. Pale skin gleaming in contrast to the dark brown garments, she deftly twisted her long silvery hair into a tight bun. As straight as it was, it hardly ever needed brushing. It wouldn't hold knots any better than it would curls. Pinning it in place, she tapped Lilliementh on the head. "Let's go see what's going on." And with that, she headed out the door.

Lilliementh grumbled something, yawning a face-splitting dragon-yawn as she trundled after her mindmate. Just as scrawny as the moment she hatched, she looked like a tumbling ball of sticks all stuck together with a few stringy wings stuck on top. The only thing even slightly nice looking about her was the deep, dark color. Marvelous shade of green.

Nris merely followed the other weyrlings to wherever it was they were going, and as such managed to figure out that there was some sort of class going on. Interesting! She moved into the room, making sure that Lilliementh stayed with her. Folding up neatly and gracefully on the rug, she grimmaced slightly as her green merely flopped down next to her, dropping her head in Nris' lap for a pillow.

"Good morning." Nris greeted, not really sure why they were here. But she was there, and on time, apparently. "Lilly is kinda... sleepy." She explained.

[ladybug]

Burena was still deep asleep, snoring lightly. She needed her beauty sleep! Hypirioth nudged her, first gently, then more roughly. Wake up, wake up! Lessons have begun! We can't be late! This is going to be fun, and I'm hungry, so hurry,[/color] the young blue said enthusiastically. He tugged the blanket off, then tripped over it and fell face-first, his head under the blanket. Aaah! Help me! I'm trapped![/color] he called, wiggling around helplessly.

Burena yawned, then grinned at the sight of her squirming dragon. "Calm down, Hyp! It's too early for this kind of stuff," she said, pulling the blanket off of him. He popped up again, nuzzling her face and knocking her back onto the cot. "Hey! I thought you wanted me to get up," she said, laughing and getting back to her feet. Hypirioth followed her around as she got dressed.

I think this is going to be fun,[/color] he repeated, batting at some of the clothes Burena pulled out. Kaaoloth said we're going to be called the exotic weyrlings,[/color] he added after losing interest in a dress.

Exotic? I like that, Burena thought, grinning wickedly. She put the dress back in its rightful place, then headed for the door. "I'm ready, let's go!" Hypirioth followed eagerly, almost knocking her over again as he ran over. Doc followed quietly, having caught on to the fact that there were scraps to be had when she fed the blue dragonet.

"Morning, everyone," Burena said as she entered. She folded her legs and sat indian-style on the rug. Good morning! It's going to be a wonderful day![/color] Hypirioth echoed, sitting down next to his rider, his tail swishing back and forth. He looked like nothing so much as a canine eager to play.

[tompoko]

All that Astendith could hear was the sound of T'yr snoring. Lazily moving from his resting spot on the floor next to the young weyrriders cot, Astendith stood on his four legs. He stretched his forward legs towards the light coming from the small narrow window, feeling the heat touch them gently and then have them suddenly go cold again after regaining his posture. Astendith then shook his head slightly, moving his medium sized body over Tyrone’s sleeping body. /I know you just got to sleep.. but I think you need to get up again./ He felt bad for T’yr. It had been less than an hour since he’d noticed him walking through the door, only to collapse immediately on his pillow. Night shift seemed to be taking its tolle on him. Astendith knew nothing of the human’s way of shift work, but understood that it was important and praised T’yr when he fulfilled his obligations without complaint. Still, these lessons were important too, and he needed to be woken up. / wake up T'yr./ Putting his snout near T’yr’s head he let out a large snort.

Tyrone jumped towards the wall and flipped over to face the shockingly annoying figure that had just blasted his ear. He had assumed it was Astendith, but the visualization but his mind at ease from any lingering doubts. He stared at his pale blue companion for a few moments before right himself up and sitting cross legged across from him. /I’m assuming its important./ Astendith stared at him for a moment, then flicked his gaze over to the door /Your lessons start today, you need to go./

Picking himself up off the floor, Tyrone began to change out of his night shirt without a word or thought. Astendith watched him as he changed, radiating a slight amount of concern over their bond. Unfortunately there was no hiding anything between them. In the short time they had been together they had bonded exponentially strong. Few words were usually said between the two of them, but they always knew what was going on with the other. The emotions that were felt were generally stronger than any words that could be said anyways.

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Tyrone walked into the classroom, slight shadows under his eyes but smiling regardless. He noticed some of his classmates and riders were already there. The Brown man.. the Bronze leader type and one of the girls with a blue. “Good morning.” He nodded toward his instructor and his classmates before taking his place on the side right of the class near the front. Astendith sat next to him, quietly looking around the room while his master gazed off into space.

[topaz]

Mine, lessons are starting. The lounging green announced pleasantly to her rider. Lessons sounded like a nice idea.

Thora had been up at the butt crack of dawn as she usually was. That being because sunrise, or even an hour or two before it, was the perfect time to go fishing. The FishingHold-bred girl would probably never be late to rise, a hold over from the life she was so sure she'd be going back to only a short while ago. Of course, fate had other plans for the blonde, and she ended up actually Impressing a dragon. While she was still getting used to her new home and all that came with it - aside from the terrifying attack that she had practically walked right in on - being a weyrling was certainly proving worth the initial homesickness.

Her darling green did not share Thora's morning bird schedule, and had been half asleep on her couch for most of the morning. With the lesson call sounded however, Hypriceth was happily waiting by the door for Hers to get ready.

Thora had already bathed and eaten, and had brought up some hearty meat chunks for her green as well, so they were both ready to go. Changing out of her 'work' garb, as she referred to it, Thora donned a long, white, flowing skirt which fell down to her mid-calf, along with a short white tunic. The shirt was a bit loose, she determined, so she threw a light, dark blue bodice and tied it tight, allowing it to show off her hourglass figure nicely. Satisfied, Thora sauntered over to the door with a smile, and gave Hypriceth an affectionate scratch under her jaw. "Let's go dearest. Don't want to be late."

As the two entered the classroom with the rest, Thora bowed her head respectfully to Sel'n as Hypriceth gave a friendly croon to the entire room. "Good morning Weyrlingmaster Sel'n." The blonde said with a bright smile before taking a seat next to Burena and Hypirioth. She smiled at the girl and her blue as well, but Hypriceth took over most of the greeting.

The large green crooned and rubbed her head along her clutchbrother's neck. Good morning Hypirioth. Are you ready for the lesson? I thought I heard something about baths when I was just coming in . . The green rumbled in anticipation. A bath sounded very nice. Eye's whirling contented blue-greens, Hypriceth decided to lay down on the comfortable rug, leaning up slightly against her blue clutchbrother. He made quite the comfortable couch even through his excited fidgeting.