Post by paryal on Dec 20, 2007 14:15:33 GMT -5
((Yes, we have missed quite a few. To debrief you, by this point, your Weyrlings have moved into what will be their permanent homes/weyrs. The dragons have learned to glide from heights, and your Weyrlings will have made their riding straps already. They still must report to their same classroom for lessons, but I doubt their dragons can fit now. I will also be using an NPC brownrider for today's lesson.
ATTENDANCE
Goldrider
Paryal of Aezanth
Bronzeriders
W'liam of Rinth
T'ren of Kasraith
Brownriders
Z'hin of Jessereth
NPC V'nus of Vemorath
Blueriders
Uu'n of Adith
A'en of Ayisseth
E'nor of Clestioth
Greenriders
P'tol of Llath
N'vis of Reenith
Ciara of Toryth
Alene of Liamoth
Kalierre of Phremath
Adoptable Q'ell of
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The assumption has been made that the NPC and adoptable characters are at the lesson.
Another note: I have said that most of the Weyrlings were already there to speed up the process. If you want your Weyrling to be there late or not come at all, mention it in your post. ^^))
Wake up! Report to the Weyrling classroom for your lesson. You cannot be late. Was it possible for Lenorath to ever sound pleasant? Probably not. The blue dragon seemed to possess the same attitude as his rider, including her dislike for the Weyrlings. Much of Lenorath’s mood could be attributed to the time of morning it was, if it could be called morning. It was more like extremely late night. This was a concession Meri had to make in order to accommodate the photophobe dragon Adith, who could not miss today’s lesson. That just seemed to add another mark in Meri’s book against this batch of Weyrlings. They would do well to use caution, how that the often harsh woman was solely in charge of their welfare.
Once some had assembled, Meri gave them a collective glare, waiting for the bunch to settle down. Their dragons could no longer fit in the classroom, which was just as well. In her mind, these young men and young women were all troublemakers, and having their life partners nearby would only add to their sense of mischief.
There was no use waiting for the rest of the lazy lot. Enough had gathered for her to launch into the day’s work, which would likely last until the sun went down and Pern darkened once again. “I have called you all here so early so that we can get as much done as possible. No doubt you have noticed that your dragons are taking increasing independence, and showing a greater desire to fly. Lucky for you, today will be the day when they launch from the ground. Lenorath and I will fly below, and a brownrider will be above to help monitor. Once you have all taken your individual flights, we will be practicing flying in formation, and learning the Weyr from the air. I will be placing you into wings to aid the process, and you will not argue with my choices. Each wing will consist of a larger dragon and two smaller.” The math didn’t quite add up, but Meri left that open in the air. “First I must inspect your fighting straps to see if they are in fit condition.”
One by one, the Weyrlingmistress picked up each set of leather straps, pulling and prodding at them to make sure they would stay under pressure. When they seemed to fit in accordance with her exacting standards, she gave a sharp nod and went on to the next set. That people might be missing didn’t register in Meri’s mind, though she would certainly store it into memory to complain about it later to F’rah or Shmee. This was arguably one of the most important lessons the Weyrlings had, and missing it would not go well in her book. It was bad enough that she had had to spend time with the goldrider Paryal to assist her in covering lessons that had been missed while both were resting in the infirmary. Meri’s patience was stretched thin, and she wanted nothing to do with the rest of this lot.
“Everything looks passable. I may address some of you after class. Some straps will need to be redone, but I do not have the time or the patience to point out your pathetic failings right now. Everyone go downstairs. Your dragons wait.” With a brisk turn on one heel, Meri marched down to an already waiting and strapped Lenorath, who was eyeing each dragon with distaste. Some of them were already starting to be larger than himself, and the blue dragon did not like this at all. He wanted to feel dominance over all, and this was not helping.
“Gold Weyrling Paryal will fly first, followed by bronze Weyrling T’ren. Then will come bronze Weyrling W’liam. The brown Weyrlings should ready themselves, followed by the blue, and finally, the green.”
She had to go first? Well, at least Paryal got Meri with more patience then she would have by the time she got to P’tol. Carefully, the young woman slipped the straps around Aezanth, carefully double-checking each buckle to make sure it would hold. To say they were nervous would be a severe underestimate of the depth of their feeling at that moment. Gliding off a hillside was nothing like what this would be. Could Aezanth carry her weight all the way up to the top of the Weyr’s trees and back down? It seemed like the Queen wasn’t strong enough, as much as she reassured Paryal that she was.
“Are you ready?” Meri’s tone was cold and questioning, daring Paryal not to be ready to take to the skies.
“Yes.” Meri didn’t show surprise that the goldrider was ready. Instead, she merely nodded, gesturing to Paryal to get on her dragon and get to the skies. Already the brownrider hovered, marking the point where they would fly to. Steeling herself, Paryal vaunted onto Aezanth’s back with help from the Queen dragon’s foot, sitting easily on the saddle pad.
Are you ready? Aezanth felt ready in Paryal’s mind, but verbal confirmation would add to her overall confidence. Yes. I fly now! Without any more warning than that, Aezanth pumped her wings, tensed her back legs, and leapt upward. Her wings strained and her neck was stretched fully outward as she took to the skies, Lenorath following with much more poise. Paryal nearly screamed in her surprise, but held it down and stared forward stoically. Riding Aezanth was nothing like the smooth and practiced flight of the Searchdragon. Every wingbeat seemed to threaten to throw her off, until she could get into the swing of Aezanth’s movements. It became more comfortable then, and the full ramifications of this flight could fall easily into her mind. Their first solo flight! It seemed like everything had been working up to this moment, as they took control of the skies and commanded every eye to watch the golden form as she reached thermals and stabilized.
All too soon it was time to descend and land back on the ground. Going down went much more smoothly than going up, but the actual act of landing back on the ground presented problems. Unsure how to do it, Aezanth landed rather hard, stumbling a bit and nearly throwing Paryal from her back. Only the riding straps saved Paryal from a hard fall, but she was still grinning like a fool as she slid down from the Queen’s back. “That was amazing!” Paryal’s vocalizations were lost in Meri’s harsh bellow.
“T’ren! Get to the skies!” While Paryal and Aezanth had taken their freedom, Meri had been pondering. There were some dragons who would probably never fly, and today could present dangers for them. The neurotic dragon Llath probably would need a great deal of encouragement, judging from the way she hid behind P’tol. Phremath’s wing stumps didn’t seem functional, and Reenith did not have enough muscle. What would these dragons do?
ATTENDANCE
Goldrider
Paryal of Aezanth
Bronzeriders
W'liam of Rinth
T'ren of Kasraith
Brownriders
Z'hin of Jessereth
NPC V'nus of Vemorath
Blueriders
Uu'n of Adith
A'en of Ayisseth
E'nor of Clestioth
Greenriders
P'tol of Llath
N'vis of Reenith
Ciara of Toryth
Alene of Liamoth
Kalierre of Phremath
Adoptable Q'ell of
(lacks profile)The assumption has been made that the NPC and adoptable characters are at the lesson.
Another note: I have said that most of the Weyrlings were already there to speed up the process. If you want your Weyrling to be there late or not come at all, mention it in your post. ^^))
Wake up! Report to the Weyrling classroom for your lesson. You cannot be late. Was it possible for Lenorath to ever sound pleasant? Probably not. The blue dragon seemed to possess the same attitude as his rider, including her dislike for the Weyrlings. Much of Lenorath’s mood could be attributed to the time of morning it was, if it could be called morning. It was more like extremely late night. This was a concession Meri had to make in order to accommodate the photophobe dragon Adith, who could not miss today’s lesson. That just seemed to add another mark in Meri’s book against this batch of Weyrlings. They would do well to use caution, how that the often harsh woman was solely in charge of their welfare.
Once some had assembled, Meri gave them a collective glare, waiting for the bunch to settle down. Their dragons could no longer fit in the classroom, which was just as well. In her mind, these young men and young women were all troublemakers, and having their life partners nearby would only add to their sense of mischief.
There was no use waiting for the rest of the lazy lot. Enough had gathered for her to launch into the day’s work, which would likely last until the sun went down and Pern darkened once again. “I have called you all here so early so that we can get as much done as possible. No doubt you have noticed that your dragons are taking increasing independence, and showing a greater desire to fly. Lucky for you, today will be the day when they launch from the ground. Lenorath and I will fly below, and a brownrider will be above to help monitor. Once you have all taken your individual flights, we will be practicing flying in formation, and learning the Weyr from the air. I will be placing you into wings to aid the process, and you will not argue with my choices. Each wing will consist of a larger dragon and two smaller.” The math didn’t quite add up, but Meri left that open in the air. “First I must inspect your fighting straps to see if they are in fit condition.”
One by one, the Weyrlingmistress picked up each set of leather straps, pulling and prodding at them to make sure they would stay under pressure. When they seemed to fit in accordance with her exacting standards, she gave a sharp nod and went on to the next set. That people might be missing didn’t register in Meri’s mind, though she would certainly store it into memory to complain about it later to F’rah or Shmee. This was arguably one of the most important lessons the Weyrlings had, and missing it would not go well in her book. It was bad enough that she had had to spend time with the goldrider Paryal to assist her in covering lessons that had been missed while both were resting in the infirmary. Meri’s patience was stretched thin, and she wanted nothing to do with the rest of this lot.
“Everything looks passable. I may address some of you after class. Some straps will need to be redone, but I do not have the time or the patience to point out your pathetic failings right now. Everyone go downstairs. Your dragons wait.” With a brisk turn on one heel, Meri marched down to an already waiting and strapped Lenorath, who was eyeing each dragon with distaste. Some of them were already starting to be larger than himself, and the blue dragon did not like this at all. He wanted to feel dominance over all, and this was not helping.
“Gold Weyrling Paryal will fly first, followed by bronze Weyrling T’ren. Then will come bronze Weyrling W’liam. The brown Weyrlings should ready themselves, followed by the blue, and finally, the green.”
She had to go first? Well, at least Paryal got Meri with more patience then she would have by the time she got to P’tol. Carefully, the young woman slipped the straps around Aezanth, carefully double-checking each buckle to make sure it would hold. To say they were nervous would be a severe underestimate of the depth of their feeling at that moment. Gliding off a hillside was nothing like what this would be. Could Aezanth carry her weight all the way up to the top of the Weyr’s trees and back down? It seemed like the Queen wasn’t strong enough, as much as she reassured Paryal that she was.
“Are you ready?” Meri’s tone was cold and questioning, daring Paryal not to be ready to take to the skies.
“Yes.” Meri didn’t show surprise that the goldrider was ready. Instead, she merely nodded, gesturing to Paryal to get on her dragon and get to the skies. Already the brownrider hovered, marking the point where they would fly to. Steeling herself, Paryal vaunted onto Aezanth’s back with help from the Queen dragon’s foot, sitting easily on the saddle pad.
Are you ready? Aezanth felt ready in Paryal’s mind, but verbal confirmation would add to her overall confidence. Yes. I fly now! Without any more warning than that, Aezanth pumped her wings, tensed her back legs, and leapt upward. Her wings strained and her neck was stretched fully outward as she took to the skies, Lenorath following with much more poise. Paryal nearly screamed in her surprise, but held it down and stared forward stoically. Riding Aezanth was nothing like the smooth and practiced flight of the Searchdragon. Every wingbeat seemed to threaten to throw her off, until she could get into the swing of Aezanth’s movements. It became more comfortable then, and the full ramifications of this flight could fall easily into her mind. Their first solo flight! It seemed like everything had been working up to this moment, as they took control of the skies and commanded every eye to watch the golden form as she reached thermals and stabilized.
All too soon it was time to descend and land back on the ground. Going down went much more smoothly than going up, but the actual act of landing back on the ground presented problems. Unsure how to do it, Aezanth landed rather hard, stumbling a bit and nearly throwing Paryal from her back. Only the riding straps saved Paryal from a hard fall, but she was still grinning like a fool as she slid down from the Queen’s back. “That was amazing!” Paryal’s vocalizations were lost in Meri’s harsh bellow.
“T’ren! Get to the skies!” While Paryal and Aezanth had taken their freedom, Meri had been pondering. There were some dragons who would probably never fly, and today could present dangers for them. The neurotic dragon Llath probably would need a great deal of encouragement, judging from the way she hid behind P’tol. Phremath’s wing stumps didn’t seem functional, and Reenith did not have enough muscle. What would these dragons do?
