Weyrling lesson six (Juniors)

[Tashe]

Ever since the attack on his Senior Weyrling class, the Lead Weyrlingmaster had began to keep a close eye on both of the youngling classes. After a short break in the Weyrling lessons, F'rah finally thought that it would be for the best if they were started up again, it would hopefully take everyone's minds off of the massacre. With Meri gone, the man had to persuade the Weyrleader to take over her position until he could find a suitable replacement... Looking up from his desk to his surprisingly subdued class, the Wingsecond sighed before waving his hand for absolute silence. "Welcome back class, I hope you remember all I have taught you. Because today we will be preforming Maintenance on your Leather straps you made and retouching on First Aid procedures. In accordance to the Riding straps, we will be taking your first steps in the Flying process... aka taking short leaps." Pushing himself out from his leather chair, the tired and slightly disheveled Weyrlingmaster drew a small stack of parchments from inside a file.

"Miss Gina if you please, hand these out to everyone. I want a three, no four paragraph paper on Firestones and their exact use, while also touching on how you preform a chain and toss with the bags." Watching quietly as his cousin began passing out the papers with a sour look on her face, F'rah continued after a moment. "When you are done set them on my desk in the assignment turn in basket, then find your Leathers on the back table and return to your desk. When you have done that take out your First aid vocabulary list and begin looking it over."

For a moment F'rah simply watched as his students eyed him with various emotions waiting for him to sit down... turning, the Weyrlingmaster let his fingers trail across the edge of his desk before standing between his chair and the wood. Leaning forward slightly before slowly sitting down, the young man sighed as he settled into the back of his chair and interlaced his fingers. "You may begin, and no cheating. It will mean double chores and homework if you do..." Closing his eyes to the sounds of quills scratching on parchments, F'rah happily reached out to his dragon for comfort. To some of the Weyrlings beliefs, he wasn't invincible, and the brutal deaths of his senior students had taken a toll. It had always been a problem with the honey haired man, but it just wasn't the same as loosing his children through 'betweening'.

Bronze Weyrlings:
K'ran of Elazrith (I)
C'lryns of Minoath
APC J'hal of Tsanarth

Brown Weyrlings:
Sk'ler of Triniath (II)
T'kal of Leweleth
APC S'may of Zyloth
APC D'ton of Xenorath
APC R'lor of Yiminth

Blue Weyrlings:
Saraina of Hokth (I)
G'eon of Ellath
J'rew of Krikith (II)
Beka of Thoth
M'vorn of Byrith (II)
APC S'ylon of Milipsith
APC M'ly of Karath
APC M'meer of Firianth

Green Weyrlings:
Gina of Dasmonth (I)
Rielana of Jeminorth
Lennae of Amith (I)
Religna of Ith (I)
K'lir of Calistoth (I)
Rilliana of Alayith (I)
Cezine of Brennath
APC R'zaz of Nelorth
APC F'lel of Camith
APC L'ar of Snowquith

(I) = Skipped a lesson

[Tashe]

They were at it again, and it was starting to get really, really annoying. Growling through her crossed arms, Saraina finally decided to shut her Blue up for the rest of the period. /HOKTH. If you don't shut the shards up I swear I will make you sleep outside tonight!/ Lifting her head out of the cradle she had made with her appendages, the Blueweyrling allowed a glare to be cast down at her life bond. /But... Mine... you wouldn't.../ /I would and I 'WILL', now I forebey you from talking to Dasmonth until Gina, F'rah or I say so./ /Alright! Alright! Just don't make me sleep away from you./

Shoving her face back onto the desk, Sara let a grin of satisfaction grace her lips as soon as they were hidden. Although that grin quickly disappeared as the days first assignment was told, a four paragraph paper on Firestones. "Noooo..." Groaning as she pulled out a pen and quill from somewhere near her feet, Sara wearily watched her unconventional friend pass out the despised paper. Glancing back at the table upon which her crafted leathers lay dormant for the time being, the young woman waited for the Weyrlingmaster to excuse them to the assignment. /You can do it Saralove./ Grunting as she began to title and date her paper, Saraina quietly scratched down words, sentences, and phrases as they flowed from her head to her hand.

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Sliding her body out of her chair, Gina flaunted her way up the isle to retrieve the papers from her teacher, but pulled a sour face when he explained what it was for. Slinking her way down the different lines of students, the GreenWeyrling quietly called out her classmate's names in a sing song voice, handing out the papers depending on if they were there or not. "Religna, K'lir, Sara, G'eon..." Passing out the rest of the papers withing the span of a few minutes, Gina floated back over to her desk and began getting out her ink and quill. /Mine. Hokth will not speak to me... I even ordered him to! Ask Hokth's why he won't speak to me./

Rubbing her temple with a finger, the Weyrlingmaster's cousin quickly looked over to Saraina before speaking to her under her breath. "Little miss Queenie wants to know why Hokth won't speak to her."

"I ordered him not to... their arguments were getting annoying."

Turning her attention back onto her color confused Green, Gina played the part of a messenger bird before shutting off her mental contact to begin her paper. /Your arguing was giving Saraina a headache, so she told Hokth to be quiet for the rest of the class./ /Lapcanine!/

[ravenmane]

As he waited for class to start, Sk’ler watched F’rah uneasily. It had been awhile since the last lesson because of the massacre of the Senior Weyrlings. After the Weyr had been notified of the attack, Triniath had become quite protective of his rider. The dragon checked up on Sk’ler every five to ten minutes. After being constantly bothered by his companion, the Brownweyrling had finally told Trin to be quiet so he could concentrate on chores. Triniath was instantly apologetic towards Sk’ler and finally left the boy alone. Now lessons were starting again, and life would be allowed to continue in its normal pattern before the massacre had occurred.

When he heard the first assignment, Sk’ler visibly slumped in his seat. A short groan escaped the young man before he realized what he was doing. Ending the noise short, Sk’ler leaned over his parchment and began to write. Having Fun? Don’t start Trin! a mental chuckle from the chocolate colored Brown slipped into Sk’ler’s head, annoying the weyrling even more. Scrambling through the information is brain had stored from all the lessons, Sk’ler managed to write two paragraphs before being stumped. Grumbling gibberish, the Weyrling jotted down half of his next paragraph before being stumped again. You know the answers, Mine. Quiet, Triniath. Talking to you is not exactly helping. Sorry.

[missa]

They had to do writing? Beka barely clamped down on a groan of dismay at the task, glaring at the paper as though it were something horrible she had to pick up rather than the task she had. For a moment, she merely glared, not even moving to start writing until Thoth nudged her knee happily, sending a feeling of confidence her way.

I think you can do it, and I want to help? As always that qwuestioning note gave Beka something else to think about and she smiled, reaching down to pet her life mate gently. Crooning softly, the blue leant into that pet, he liked helping His, there was always so much to learn, so much he could help with when there was nothing more to do.

Sighing as she turned her attention back tot eh paper, Beka pulled a face before beginning to write, knowing full well she'd probably get sent back to do it again, since coming to the weyr, she'd learnt to read and write, definately not well, and her writing was messy enough that many couldn't read it.

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Writing? If there was one activity Rielana didn't like, it would certainly be one like this. Sitting down, silently, not talking to anyone but Jeminorth, and not moving. It was, in a word, boring. Groaning aloud as the paper was set infront of her, Rielana still bent to her task, grumbling loudly to Jeminorth as she did so. The green seemed more amused than annoyed though, letting out a soft sound that sounded surprisingly like a laugh.

I'm sure we will do something more interesting next. She said reassuringly, noticing the face Rielana pulled at those words, so tempted to hit her head against the table,
Yeah, if you call looking over first aid stuff fun. She muttered, before getting a gentle prod from Jeminorth, the young green laughing again.
I didn't say fun. I said interesting.

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Religna didn't actually mind the task, smiling briefly before immeadiately bending over the paper. Sure it was hard to write the paragraphs without repeating words she'd already used too many times. It was frustrating, but enjoyable at the same time, and Ith was a lot of help. Which, as much as she hated to admit it, surprised her. Usually, Ith would doze off during the lessons, or wait silently for her to finish.

I like talking, and it's interesting. What else do we get to learn today? Speaking quietly so she wouldn't get Hers in trouble, Ith glanced up, surprised by the frown that crossed Religna's face.
Something about leathers. Ugh. And first aid things.
The first aid is interesting.

[boober]

Cezine sat quietly through the Weyrlingmaster’s small lecture, though a faint frown marred her features. Her mind wasn’t at all on the lesson, but elsewhere. Someplace it shouldn’t have been, granted, but was there nonetheless. Thinking of Z’hin only made her feel worse, not better; she wanted him to be all right, and yet… she knew it was foolish. After all he’d been through... sighing, she lowered her head somewhat, fingertips massaging her temples. And then there was Rawign; she hadn’t seen much of him at all, and she was beginning to feel guilty. What kind of friend was she if she couldn’t make time for the few who mattered most to her.

I matter to you, Mine. Blinking, Cezine sat up suddenly, not realizing that Brennath had been paying such close attention to her thoughts. I always pay attention to you.

I know it, love. Brennath was silent for a moment, brooding as much as her rider for all her attempts at brightening Cezine’s thoughts.

Why do you worry for Z’hin? You should not fret for him; he still has Jessereth, after all. This brought a blink of surprise to Cezine’s face; not because her green was right (she often was), but because that was the first time she could ever recall Brennath actually calling Jessereth by his name. Usually he was referred to as “Z’hin’s”, or “that vile brown”, or “dungheap” or something equally degrading. This sudden ‘naming’ of the brown made Cezine wonder if Brennath really did dislike him or if it was a façade… or, perhaps, if she was beginning to grow more tolerant of the male. Faranth only knew.

Before she could think to ask, however, everyone was getting to their feet to retrieve something from the desk. Standing up as well, Cezine shuffled forward to retrieve a paper of her own, bringing it back to her seat in silence. For now, she would have to push Rawign and Z’hin both from her mind and concentrate on the current task.

C’lryn skittered into the room just as everyone was shuffling to the front to retrieve their paper. Hiding a wince at his tardiness, he scuffled into line to get one of his own, frantically wondering what they were supposed to be doing. Flashing a grin at the Weyrlingmaster, the lad picked up a piece of parchment and looked at both sides in puzzlement as he took it to his seat. Shells, but he really needed to stop being late! Truthfully, he’d improved somewhat, but still. He just couldn’t seem to kick his desire to sleep in. Normally he’d be right up there with the others whining about having to write… if he wasn’t so worried about trying to find out what exactly they were writing about.

Shut up, Minoath.

I said nothing came the bronze’s reply.

I can feel you laughing at me!

Are you saying you do not deserve it?

Just tell me what we’re supposed to be writing about so I can get started already! Still clearly amused, Minoath did as he was told, finally divulging the information that His wished to know. Relieved, C’lryn promptly began to scribble on his parchment, brow furrowed as he tried to catch up to the others.