Blooming Juniors (five)

[Tashe]

Classroom: Nutrition and First Aid Continues; Construction of First Individual First Aid Kits
Training Field: Dragonets Begin Following Riders in Ground Drill; Dragonets Taught to ‘Stand’ for Tack; Dragonets Taught to Aid Riders in Mounting; Proper Mounting Procedures

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The Blooming Juniors' legendary record of absences was coming up to be undoubtedly spotless, he had been appalled at the lack of students sitting in his class. Normally he wouldn't feel all too mad at his students, but his cat was now definitely pregnant and he worried about her safety. Not only that but one of his previous students, was looking for someone to apprentice under, asking him to find the right one. Grunting slightly to himself as he continued grading the essays he had given a few days before, a few of the scores he wasn't to fond of, but most of the constant class had gotten proficient or above. Marking a final total on the Weyrling's paper, F'rah sighed heavily before leaning back. He couldn't lie to himself, the cat, the absences, the essay scores... they were a cover for what really was wrong. /Its only normal./ I realize that. Making a face at how sharply he responded, the Weyrlingmaster looked out the large side window to his Brown, who was looking as startled as he was. I'm sorry. I'm just not used to it... you know. Its different when your single, you don't think about it. But its just so much different when you have someone. /Yes... I do Rahmine./ Turning his face away from his Brown as the eye contact they held made him feel guilty, F'rah tapped the end of his quill on the desk in a rhythm, trying to fix his mind on something else.

/Weyrlings!/ Barking sharply into the minds of the little ones, Styth's call had an overtone of the kindness that he always showed. /Mine is very unhappy at the rate of absences. You all should know the pattern by now. Get ready and get yours ready./

Feeling the Brown mindcall, the Weyrlingmaster began to put away his paperwork into the filing case he kept with him, also commonly known as his messenger bag. The students would be coming in soon, and today was one of their more important days. Today they would be mounting their dragons for the first time, though they wouldn't be on for a long time, the young Dragons still didn't have the strength to carry Their's for a fair amount of time.

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Gold
Savitri of Hepaticath

Bronze
K'dran of Risith (I)
R'aro of Idith

Brown
Gl'myr of Silvytreth(APC)
M'ritz of Origoth (I)

Blue
Roshya of Sheyath
L'nos of Bivroth (I)
As'lin of Stillith
M'kier of Tepidoth (I)
C'ralt of Vomath

Green
J'on of Rinagth
Aminadra of Sairmonath (I)
Liassa of Tiaeth
Lyelle of Pipsissoth
O'dan of Emerith (I)
Celeyn of Foglith (I)

[kysseh]

Is it necessary to fuss over those things that much? Hepaticath inquired curiously from her couch, watching her chosen idiot insist upon rubbing a lot of liquid stuff into the leather straps. Hers had been at it for a few minutes, which was long enough to make the little gold wonder how vitally important they were. They were fighting and riding straps by name, sure, but did they need to be fussed over this exorbitant amount? She thought not, but then again, she did not know the exact function of them besides to decorate her neck. And they did not match, which made it impossible that they would be a mere decoration. So what were they-

"If I don't take care of them, then when we actually get to fly together, I'll fall off when they break," Savitri replied, rubbing a little more tonic into the straps. She knew she was being paranoid and irrational on this count, since by the time Hepaticath was grown, these straps would be far, far too small. But for now, it kept her busy and boosted her thoughts of one day actually getting to fly with her beloved mindmate. Riding Tanith was... interesting and a bit dangerous, at best, but the thought of flying Hepaticath was a little more cheering. Or... a lot more cheering, really.

Her response had the gold quiet for a few moments as Hepaticath acknowledged that the straps were, indeed, important. As such, she felt obliged to point out a very minute detail. You missed a spot there. And Styth and His call us for lessons. she said mildly, adding the last as almost an offhand to watch her bonded jump up and start to scurry around to find things. Savitri was always amusing when in her--as the girl called it--'busybody' sort of mood. Lots of quick movements that seemed really pointless until suddenly, something was done. Hepaticath enjoyed watching, if only because she liked to wonder how long it would take.

It did not take long for Savitri to gather up the necessaries for lessons. Hide and writing utensils for notes were easy enough to find, and she hesitated only a second before draping the riding straps over her arm. Would they need them? Perhaps not, though Savitri would rather just be safe than sorry. Besides, weren't they supposed to practice mounting their dragons at some point soon? She would rather be prepared, just in case, and her mindmate calmly echoed that thought. This time, the young woman was out the door before her dragon, though only because she was faster. Hepaticath's nose just barely missed shoving her out the door, though, and the gold snorted softly in disappointment as they made their way to the lesson room. Bother. Well, she would win next time...

Savitri nodded politely to the weyrlingmaster, giving him a brief smile. "Good day, weyrlingmaster." Hepaticath gave a quiet croon of greeting as well, and the two settled off to the side, having learned that somewhere on the sidelines was the easiest. It kept Hepaticath's wide rump--It is supposed to be wide. I am a gold, after all.--from getting in others' line of sight. It also made it easier to escape admirers, when they cared to show up to lessons on occasion. That thought made Savitri glance around the room and wonder where some of her peers were at. Hepaticath, though calm, had a bit of an annoyed whirl to her eyes at the fact that her fellow weyrlings were... absent. Stillith... Risith... Tiaeth... she would tell them all later that they had missed.

[Tashe]

F'rah's tell tail sign of a building anger appeared on his face, the unhappy twitch of the corner of his mouth, the closed eyes... rarely had anyone seen the Weyrlingmaster mad at anything or anyone, he was one of the more peaceful inhabitants of the Weyr, that is until today. He was a nice man, firm but nice, and that is how his students were treated. But not today. Oh no. There would be shells to pay for the insolence this class had shown, the only one to have appeared was their next Junior Weyrwoman, at least her perfect attendance put some hope in her upcoming rein. But that wasn't the point, in fact, this young goldrider would be the only one to see F'rah's little explosion, the one that was just putting a fair amount of pressure on his brain. /Mine. Mine calm down! You know how you get when you are this mad!/

That did it. The mental contact between his Dragon had broken the concentration he was putting his whole will into. Standing up silently, his face a mask of pure fury, F'rah stepped around his desk and paused before the adjoining door. "Excuse me for a moment Savitri." Opening the door with a little to much force, the Weyrlingmaster sounded as if he had nearly kicked through the door when he closed it. Striding through his second (and currently empty) Classroom, F'rah picked up the nearest wooden chair and slammed it with all his might against the closest wall, successfully shattering the chair beyond repair and making a crack in the offending wall. "THE BLOOMING FLORA WEYRLINGS ARE GOING TO BE PUNISHED FOR THEIR COMPLETE DISREGARD TO LEARNING AND MY AUTHORITY." Gripping the nearest desk, the Head Weyrlingmaster stood in silence for a few moments, needing to gather his thoughts before even thinking about re-entering his classroom.

/Well that wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. At least you got out of the room./ Nodding in grim agreeance, F'rah inhaled and exhaled twice before fixing his jerkin and wrenching the door open again. Winding around his table and settling himself back into his chair, the Wingleader slumped back as he registered that Savitri was still in the room...

[kysseh]

Was this it?! Savitri looked in bewilderment around the classroom and the noticeably empty desks and chairs. She had never been late for a lesson, much less missed one, and the empty chairs in the room were making her wonder if there was something else going on that she was unaware of. Some strange meeting? An extra chore rotation? She had done all of her chores, she was sure. There had been no major events today, or Hepaticath would have insisted upon her attendance at that too. What could possibly be keeping the weyrlings away from something so important?!

The expression on the weyrlingmaster's face told her that this was not... supposed to be happening. There should have been sixteen bright and eager humans and sixteen equally enthusiastic dragons present. Instead, there was one human and one very disapproving gold weyrling, who looked reproachfully at the open doorway into the classroom. I could call them, Mine. They would come. They /should/ come. Hepaticath stated very distinctly to Hers, not at all pleased that the other weyrlings were not present and were hampering the progress of the lesson. She and Hers wanted to move on with learning, thank you, and their absence was preventing that.

The sound of footsteps alerted Savitri, and she glanced in bemusement toward the weyrlingmaster, merely nodding at his excuse and then recoiling a bit as the door was wrenched open and then slammed shut. She heard shattering and smacking and splintering, both of her eyebrows raising at the cacophony going on next door. The words, though muffled a bit by the wall in between, were loud enough to be quite clear, and Savitri could not blame him for his anger. She would have been furious in his boots, but she said nothing yet, patiently waiting as silence ensued. Hepaticath, however, took it upon herself to speak directly to the weyrlingmaster's brown. I apologize for the rudeness of the other weyrlings in not attending the lesson that you and Yours are graciously attempting to teach. she said, her disapproval clear in her mental tone.

Savitri just watched in silence as the weyrlingmaster finally re-entered the room and sat at his desk. He looked... a bit defeated. She wanted to slap some of her classmates around for not being present. The weyrlingmaster did not need this hassle, and she was not keen on repeating yet more lessons and being further held back. How ridiculous! "I apologize that my classmates aren't the most responsible of sorts. This is terrible, even for them," she admitted, glancing around at the empty classroom and setting her riding straps down on her chair, standing to scratch Hepaticath's eyeridges. "I... should we wait to see if more arrive?"

[flupine]

Celeyn had not really meant to be late or rather this late. Being this late was rather ridiculous, even in Celeyn's book. So now she was all but running to get to class now, her cheeks turning a ruddy red color while her breathe heaved in and out in huge gulps. Celeyn was really putting some effort into getting there and she did not even know why. She should have stayed in bed and gotten some more sleep but she had hear rumors that the new Weyrlingmaster was not very happy with how the Class had gone last time and Celeyn had already missed that lesson. With a new Weyrlingmaster. And she also heard that he was not bad looking for a man. Which probably had more to do with her making an effort to get to class, more than any other factors for sure.

But now that she had reached the room, Celeyn paused a moment to adjust herself and make sure she looked presentable, more than presentable if she could, tucking her bangs behind her ears, adjusting her tunic she took in a long breathe. Ready? I think I am ready. How do I look? Stepping back, farther from Foglith so the Green could see her properly, even doing a small twirl. Yes, very pretty is Celeynmine, very pretty. Probably more pretty than any girl, you will shine. Blushing at the compliment in all her glorious false modesty, Celeyn smiled brilliantly at the little Green Dragon. Why Thank you Sweetling, you look rather magnificent yourself, if I do say so. And Celeyn did say so, actually Foglith's hide was part of the reason on why they were as late as they were this morning, Celeyn had wanted to make sure that Foglith's hide all but sparkled while she walked and indeed it did come close.

Deciding they were ready Celeyn moved towards the door but paused when she heard yelling. Oh no. Leaning forward, she began to gently unlatch the door when a crash sounded against the wall, sending her skittering backward away from the door and into anothe Weyrling behind her. Well two thing were apparent. One, she was not the only one late and two: the Weyrlingmaster was angry. Very angry. Looking back to see who she ran into, Celeyn offered a whispered apology to K'dran while she once again began to unlatch the door. It would probably be better jsut to go ahead and do it and get it over with, like applying numbweed to a open sore. It stung but then it felt better. I hardly doubt that you will feel better after going in there Mine, he;s very very very angry. Perhaps we should wait until the next lesson? Celeyn slanted Foglith a dark look that said it all though Celeyn did respond verbally. Yes well we are not cowards and we have already missed one lesson. Lets go. Gritting her teeth, Celeyn pushed the door open, a bit tentatively but then she did hear something large crash against the wall, in her defense, she could be the next target.

As the door creaked open further Celeyn coudl see a busted chair laying on the ground in pieces and then she saw Savi and Hepiticath and finally she allowed her eyes to travel up toward their weyrlingmaster. Hoepfully this would go over easier than it looked because right now, he did not look very friendly or willing to 'take it easy' on her. Celeyn tried to tell how bad the situation was from Savi's face but sometimes it was better to just face the Thread.

Uh. Hello? Sorry I'm late, I'm Celeyn and this is Foglith... and behind us is K'dran and His. Desperately hoping she came off innocent and cute, Celeyn shuffled forward as if to take a seat but was still awaiting permission before sitting. It did not look like he would put up with her the way the last Weyrlingmaster had. Looking about the empty room, Celeyn's eyebrow raised in bewilderment. Where was everyone. Foglith all but bounced behind Celeyn greeting Styth happily, she was hard to put into an off mood no matter how somber the occasion seemed. Giving a quiet croon of welcome, Foglith all but bounced speaking to the "Weyrlingmaster Styth" Hello Weyrlingmaster Styth, I am terribly sorry we are late, really sorry but it seems rather hard to get Mine out of bed some mornings, I will have to try harder I suppose.[/color.] Moving back with Celeyn, Foglith turned her whirling eyes on Hepaticath. Morning Hepaticath! Looking about, Foglith whispered loudly with her mindvoice. Psshhtt... Where is everyone?

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K'dran crept into the room behind Celeyn as if trying to hide behind her, he did not know her very well and had not in fact knwon that he would meet her beforehand but faced with the prospect of standing before the angry Weyrlingmaster alone, he was glad that he had. Not that he couldn't handle facing the Weyrlingmaster alone but... he was glad that he did not have to right now. Not to be outdone by his Green clutchmate, Risith boldly moved forward when K'dran would have much rather stayed hidden in the background at the moment.

Greetings Weyrlingmaster Styth. Sorry about being late to class but we got a late start this morning because of someone. Hissing the last word, Risith's eyes slid towards K'dran though he said nothing, nothing needed to be said. It was clear whom he was blaming this morning no matter how false that may be. In fact this morning, being late had nothign to do with K'dran who was awake and ready when Risith had awoken with vigor to announce class but drift back to sleep and demand to be oiled and generally doing what Risith did.... be obstinate. K'dran was much meeker this morning, already used to taking the blame for Risith, he nodded politely but was secretly wondering if perhaps there was a way to avoid any serious punishment. Surely running after Risith was enough?

Stepping up to Celeyn's side when she introduced him, K'dran looked very solemn for a lesson but he was prepared for trouble. K'dran of Risith, Weyrlingmaster. Obviously late.

Risith was busy already though, turning to face Hepaticath, Good morning beautiful Hepaticath, it seems we are destined to be alone together today. And for a moment he did overlook the fact that Foglith was in the room but not even he could withstand her friendliness, plus he had a little soft spot for Greens, (well, all females really). Good morning little Foglith, how are you? Encompassing Foglith into the conversation he turned back to Hepaticath while His was busy trying to find a way out of the mess of being late. Have we missed anything so far? We really were pretty late, I suppose I should try to make it on time more often, this was pretty bad. And for a moment the Bronze sounded contrite over the fact that he was late. Just a little. K'dran meanwhile, stood in the center of the room hoping that he would be allowed to sit sooner rather than later, he was prepared for anything short of the death sentence at the moment.

[Tashe]

(*Cough* Flu he was in a completely different room when he smashed the chair, behind a closed door. >w> )

Flapping his wings slightly as he attempted to purge his mind on the rage that had been in it only moments ago, Styth looked silently at his Mine, the poor man had not caught a break in this last week. Those white papers surrounded him during the day, his Mate had flown someone else, the Clutchlings were not showing up, let alone not being able to sleep that well. The Brown's heart filled with pity, and yet there was an undertone of admiration to his feelings. Only /His/ could have gone through that and slip up only once, /His/ was the most patient man in the whole of Pern, and it only took the Clutchlings to crack his shell. Disconnecting his vision as a little mind touched his, Styth swung his head in the direction of the only Little one in attendance. /Ah Little Queen, it takes a true Dragon to apologize. But do not feel as though you need to apologize for your Clutchmates, it is their own choice to not attend, and they will suffer for it. Do not worry, You and Yours will not have to repeat a lesson. Mine is cooking up something in his head./


Lifting his head from his folded hands as Savitri spoke, F'rah was about to speak when the door cracked an inch and a weyrling shuffled in, the girl closely followed by another of her classmates. "Its alright, at least you came. Sit down please." Motioning to the desks with a flimsy wave of his hand, the Weyrlingmaster looked more drained than angry. "I must apologize, to you the most Savitri. I lost my temper, and that should not have happened." Standing up slightly, using the desk as support, F'rah reached for a paper before sitting down once more. "You three will not have to repeat this lesson. I will continue on with the lesson for today, and the rest of the class will have to take this lesson at another time."

Feeling another mind touch his, Styth immediately switched his attention to who ever had spoken to him. /It is alright youngling. When you are young you make mistakes, but please do try and learn from them./ Jumping his mind to the next voice, the Brown sighed before laying his head upon his forelegs. /It is fine. Just learn from this and try and do better next time./

"Alright, lets run over the first aid you know so far. Remember, if there is a Dragonhealer near by, let them do it. If its superficial or there isn't a Dragonhealer ready or at hand, then you will be qualified to do any medical work until you are Dragonriders." Standing up and shifting over to the the chalk slate, F'rah selected a piece of chalk and scratched out a topic in his sloping handwriting. "Threadscoring. If it is Simple Scoring that only causes Dragon or Rider to be uncomfortable at the most. Do not clean the wound unless it has become dirty, if it does, quickly clean it with Redwort. Cover the area in numbweed, to take away the discomfort. If you can, leave it unbandaged. If not, bandage it loosely. If it can't be physically bandaged, soak the bandages in numbweed and then apply. The numbweed will help it stick to the wound." Making the notes on the board about the steps, the Weyrlingmaster turned to the three students before beginning once more. "Minor injuries. This is one you all might actually want to pay attention to. Weyrling Dragons can often squabble, or get into accidents." Smiling slightly at the young dragons in the room, F'rah looked back to the chalk slate. "Before working on a dragon, no matter how old, always ask the rider permission to work on their life-bond. If the dragon is in pain, and there is a gold near you, ask her to help still the dragon's movement and distract the dragon from the pain. Big Dragon, in pain, equals a bad combination." Pausing to glance back at his students, the Weyrlingmaster continued after a moment "First, clean with Redwort. Next slather with Numbweed then remove any foreign objects with forceps, which you will have in your first aid kit. If the ichoring has not stopped, apply a pressure bandage to the wound. A pressure bandage is a pad of bandaging material that is applied to the wound with pressure. If the Ichor soaks through, do not removed the pad; instead apply a second bandage on top of the first. In the average case that should be enough to stop it flowing."

Stretching after a few more minutes of first aid, F'rah smiled back at his trio, they had been good so far. The Brownrider often missed teaching smaller classes, and now was one of the reasons why. "Well I think thats enough notes for today. Now I think we should go out to the field. Grab your leathers and get ready to mount up." Motioning to the leathers and then to the door, F'rah concealed a sigh, at least they would be out of the classroom. Leaning over and scratching out a note to any students who showed up later, the Weyrlingmaster attached it to the door before waiting for the three to gather their things.

[Ruby]

As'lin hadn't meant to be late either. It wasn't like he hadn't heard Styth's call- that had been clear enough. He had cringed a bit, even though his attendance record was perfect. Styth did not sound happy, which meant that F'rah was even less likely to be so, although As'lin didn't know the man well yet. But As'lin really, really hadn't meant to be this delayed, especially since his class had such a bad record- the Blueweyrling took it a bit personally, even though he himself hadn't been that good at being on time so far. He had really wanted to be on time.

Too bad As'lin had planned poorly, and was currently up to his elbows in oil, attempting to sooth Stillith's cracking hide before the lesson.

So he was late. Very, very late. Rushing to finish Stillith's oiling, As'lin had compounded the problem by spilling his oil pot all over the floor (and himself) when he heard a distant crash. He had struggled out of his now grease-soaked clothes, wiped himself down as quickly as possible, and forced on new clothes, which only turned out slightly less oily. With a vaguely despairing noise, he hustled Stil out of the room and finally headed for lessons.

Despite his tardiness, As'lin wasn't the last one there. Savitri was present already, looking as if she'd been there a while, and Celeyn and K'dran, neither of which As'lin knew personally, although he recognized them both from Lessons and from around the Weyr. But not being last didn't matter- the lesson had already started. Stillith shot a dirty look at his Rider- HE had told As'lin that his hide was fine, that the oiling could wait, but As'lin had insisted. Silly Human.

Forcing back a moan of self-loathing, As'lin kept quiet and snuck in as quietly as he could, picking up the lesson as F'rah finished the review. He had taken a desk just behind Celeyn, shrinking into the seat and hoping against hope that neither Styth or F'rah would notice that he'd slipped in (until after the lesson, of course, although As'lin wasn't exactly sure if he counted as "present"). More First Aid this lesson- not something As'lin was incredibly familiar with, but he knew very basic troubleshooting when it came to injuries simply from being on the road all the time. Neither of his parents had been a Healer, but the three of them had done well enough. He took notes anyway, not wanting to miss something or forget a step, especially if it meant he would be more capable later.

When F'rah suggested that they move to the field though, As'lin shifted uncomfortably in his chair. No more hiding, assuming he'd avoided F'rah's notice in the first place, which was unlikely. With a long-suffering sigh, he finally gave up and led Stillith to the front of the classroom, collecting leathers along the way. "Sorry we were late, Weyrlingmaster," he said, gesturing futiley at the oily patches on his chest where the excess had soaked through as his explaination. "I don't know if you saw us come in- you had just started talking about simple scores when we got here. Should I..." As'lin paused, fiddling with the leathers, not wanting to offer this question. "Should I stay? Or..." He left it there, trying not to sound clearly upset. As'lin really had wanted to please.

[Kisha-Ra]

R’aro trudged along hopelessly, conspicuously covered in firelizards and followed by a large and noticeable young dragon. He was late, he looked like he just rolled out of bed, he had dark stains under his eyes alluding to lost sleep, and worse than any of those things, or even all of them stacked up, was the fact that everyone was going to notice.

Idith wandered behind his chosen and worried, his eyes picking up hints of yellow as he thought. R’aro was hurt, he said he was alright, all the time, but he was still hurt in a way that Idith didn’t understand. The bronze wondered, and not for the first time, if he should tell Styth, or one of the other dragons who’s riders taught the weyrlings, what had happened between His and Hiriath’s. But R’aro had asked, no pleaded, that Idith hold his silence, leaving the young bronze with a moral dilemma to gnaw at when his rider finally succumbed to exhaustion each night.

R’aro walked into the classroom seemingly as everyone was about to leave for someother activity. Surely the lesson wasn’t over yet? R’aro opened his mouth to apoligise for his tardiness only to find no sound came out. Great, he hoped he wasn’t ill as well. Idith jumped in to cover his bonded, making it look as if he had interrupted when R’aro was about to speak. Weyrlingmaster, I apoligise for our inexcusable lateness. It will not happen again.[/color] R’aro fixed his eyes on the floor and tried ignore the weight of the row of firelizards that perched on his shoulders.

Roshya and Sheyath slunk to the classroom; human and dragon were both properly shamefaced at being so late. They hadn’t meant to be late, Roshya had been cutting Sheyath’s meal for him when Styth called, of course by then she was covered in gore to the elbows (she didn’t know why cutting meat for Sheyath should make so much mess but it always did) and in trying to hurry to get a bit more meat into her dragon’s belly she’d managed to slice her thumb (that was fine though, it had just been bleeding a bit).

She had rushed through washing and changing, knocking things over and getting hopelessly tangled in her clothes, then had to rush back to her room to fetch writing materials after she’d nearly arrived at the classroom without them. More haste, less speed, her grandfather had often said. Apparently he was right. Flushed with shame and short of breath she stood in the doorway looking nervous, she didn’t like the expression on F’rah’s face at all. ‘Sorry we’re so late sir.’ She managed to gasp, not offering any explanation; explanations were excuses.

O’dan hadn’t wanted to come to the lesson, in fact he’d begged Emerith, then J’on and
Rinagth when they started ganging up on him, to let him stay behind and say he was ill or something, anything. Bad enough that he had somehow managed to miss a lesson anyway but it would turn out to be a lesson with F’rah, the senior weyrlingmaster, and even worse than that the man was now permanently teaching their class. For all the horror stories Janisi had about I’mny O’dan was sure F’rah would be worse, especially now he was late for the second lesson too.

He would have dragged his feet all the way to the classroom if he could but O’dan was well caught with J’on dragging him along by one wrist, Emerith walking in front of him, and J’on’s Rinagth pacing behind and hissing whenever she felt the humans weren’t moving fast enough to suit her.

J’on kept a firm grip on his friend’s wrist and hurried his steps using the muscle there was on his short but burly frame to drag the older boy along. Rinagth provided aid in the form of nasty little hisses that made O’dan jump forward whenever he looked like slowing down.

The green was furious at missing part of the lesson while her bonded forced his roommate to get to the lesson and she let J’on know about it in no uncertain terms. Every step of the way. J’on might have yielded to O’dan if he was being stupid for his sake, but he was being stupid about his dragon too. J’on had said as much, adding that if O’dan didn’t get to a lesson soon Emerith was going to be the oldest weyrling dragon ever as they’d probably be held back in line with the next group of weyrlings, and Milleth hadn’t even Flown yet.

Finally managing to drag O’dan to the classroom J’on found everyone leaving the room. A quick glance at the note on the door told J’on the class was headed for the training field. He let go of O’dan, sure that even he wouldn’t try and flee at this point and joined the crowd of exiting weyrlings. They would probably be asked for an explaination later. J’on wondered if he should think up a good lie, he didn’t want to get O’dan in any more trouble.