Tidal Weyrlings (Junior Lesson Three)

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Good morning weyrlings. Weyrlingmaster I’fael would like to inform you that lessons begin in five minutes. Please join him in the classroom. Morendoth sent out his call to all of the junior weyrlings from Millieth’s latest clutch. He hoped that they would all show up. I’fael was stressed enough as it was running two groups of weyrlings without an assistant. The brown didn’t want to have to listen to the man complain about weyrlings failing to attend lessons on top of everything else.

Said man was sitting in the classroom, fingers tapping on his desk agitatedly. On the board behind had already been written notes on dragon first aid and some quick sketches of weyr hand signals. They would be covering all that before lunch and then head out to the training field, where he would continue what they had been learning in regards to firestone as well as exercises to help strengthen their bondeds’ wings.

He glanced up as the first of the weyrlings entered, flashing them a brief smile. Things would be easier once he had an assistant, though he would feel bad for this group who would have to adjust to yet another teacher. At least Laurie had only been with them for two lessons, which would help to make the transition easier, unlike the senior weyrlings, who had had F’rah for much longer. Ah well, there wasn’t much he could do about that other than hope that the other brownrider somehow recovered from his illness.

“Good morning everyone. I’m I’fael, I’m sure that some of you have seen me around before. For those who haven’t heard, Laurie has requested some time off due to personal reasons and so I will be teaching your class until another assistant can be found. I’m sorry for the disruption, but I hope to make this transition as smooth as possible. Please bare with me as it may take me some time to place names with faces. I’ll be taking roll for the next few lessons to help with that process, so please raise your hand when you hear your name.” It had been well over five minutes now, and those who hadn’t shown up yet would have a talking to later. Quickly he read off of the scroll he had made for this reason, ticking off who was and wasn’t present as he went down the list.

“Great. Well, lets begin shall we? I’d like you all to take a look at what I’ve written on the left hand of the board. We’ll be talking about dragon care and the proper first aid for your bondeds. While your copying these down I’ll be speaking about them in more detail so try to pay attention and feel free to write down whatever you need. Everyone ready?” He took a sweeping gaze around the room, making sure that everyone had out some parchment and a pen before beginning his lecture.


Roll Call
Ki’ner of Bronze Aberath
M’ta of Brown Behruth
R’wign of Brown Checkoth
F’neth of Blue Kloth
Raila of Blue Imprith
K’iel of Blue Qualuth
V’neti of Blue Glenth (APC)
Vashti of Green Wymeth
Tr’esn of Green Oquith
Kalina of Green Uminth

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KaliMine! .....Wake up! We have a different Teacher now... Uminth was just walking back into their room from a night of rest outside. Seeing Kalina still laying down wrapped in furs she moved closer. Wake up! And bumped the bed with Kalina and Vashti still tucked in. [Vashti if you're not there its fine] Kalina grumbed something and woke up. "A new teacher? What are you talking about?" Kalina figured Laurie would be back by now. "Good morning sir." She said.

Uminth found a comfy spot next to Kalina and raised her head so it could be rubbed, which Kalina did.

She got dressed in a decent blouse and casual pants then walked out to classroom. So what's his name? Uminth replied, I’fael I think... Kalina noticed at first glance he seemed agitated, tapping his fingers on the desk. As he glanced up and smiled though she felt a touch of relief. For a moment I thought he wasn't pleased to be here. Kalina found a seat. "

[Avu]

What, no crashing? For a moment, the Greenweyrling didn't believe it, blinking as he rolled onto his stomach when Oquith relayed Morendoth's message. ...Who? he added curiously, dropping his toes onto the cold floor of the barracks and writhing back from the lack of heat, crinkling his nose in mild protest at the temperature before Oquith butted lightly at his hand, her neck snaking around his waist to nudge his palm cheerfully. Weyrlingmaster I'fael! came the prompt response, and Tr'esn absently scrubbed the side of his face, wondering who in Faranth's name I'fael was. Where was Lauranna and Reysalth? Five minutes, five minutes, Oquith insisted. Let's go! Do we wake up Aberath and His? she added after a brief pause. Tr'esn shrugged, and shook his head vehemently. No time like early morning to keep his head firmly on his head, thanks. He was doing his best to avoid Aberath at all costs, but...seeing as they shared a room...it was rather difficult.

Squeezing his eyes shut for a moment, Tr'esn sighed inwardly, pulling on a tunic and pants and skirting around his shoes with a slight sniff, glancing at Oquith, who had sprawled herself on the dragon couch again. He didn't call for us, the green commented practically, but slid off to follow him. You're going to the classroom first, aren't you? I'll wait outside. Tr'esn nodded as Oquith split away from him, heading for the training field, leaving him to brave the new Weyrlingmaster and the classroom alone. ...argh. If only she'd come with him...but no matter; Tr'esn paused outside the door, nervously fiddling with the hem of his tunic and curling his toes awkwardly against the cool stone floor as he ran his fingers through his tawny curls, wondering if he ought to have brushed them - not that it really did much - before he pushed open the door, ducking his head shyly as he entered.

Blinking, he wavered uncertainly at the doorframe, eyeing the man at the desk, biting his soft lower lip as he pressed his palm lightly against the frame. Belatedly realizing he was blocking the door and flinching, dropping his arm and slipping into an unoccupied desk near the back, rubbing his bare arms absently, dropping his gaze from the new Weyrlingmaster to the desk and studying its surface intently. Tr'esnmine, Tr'esnmine, why are you nervous? Morendoth's is mean? No...though he doesn't look particularly happy. The Greenweyrling stole a quick peek from behind his curtain of his hair, and - no. Now he was smiling. Smiles mean happy, though, Oquith pointed out, sounding bewildered. Umm... Effective mood switch or something? Odd. Just - odd. A forced mask for their benefit, perhaps, the Greenweyrling thought vaguely.

Oh, but he was talking now! Tr'esn focused on I'fael, biting his lip at the Weyrlingmaster's explanation about Lauranna. True, she was much too - enthusiastic - for the Greenweyrling, but - she was familiar, by now, to Oquith and even to Tr'esn, and - it just made him slightly upset that she'd ditch them at the drop of a stone. (Okay, perhaps that wasn't entirely accurate, but then, that was what Tr'esn /thought/, and since when did /thoughts/ have to be accurate?) Reysalth's is gone? Won't she come back? I'm sure she will, Tr'esnmine. Reysalth is /very/ nice, Oquith commented cheerfully. Is Morendoth nice? Do you remember? ...I've never met Morendoth or I'fael before, Qui. Sorry. The green fell silent as the Weyrlingmaster went on and -

Quills! Quills, they needed quills and parchment. Tr'esn scrambled for said supplies, finally withdrawing them from under something distinctly inky, and smoothing the parchment on his desk, dipping his quill in the inkwell and obediently looking at the board. Dragon Care...and Draconic...First...Aid. Another dip in the inkwell, and Tr'esn smoothed the parchment unnecessarily again before he started to write in clumsy hand, ocassionally pausing from the scratching of quill on parchment to renew the ink as he tried to pay attention at the same time, absently gnawing on his lower lip. He didn't know which was worse, exercise or trying to keep up in a lecture.