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Post by kia on Jan 28, 2011 1:00:44 GMT -5
Today was a very important day for O`ris. As he woke up that morning and quickly put on his Riding jacket, he gave a sigh as he looked at himself through the water basin for a mirror. He had prepared for this day, but even preparation could do nothing to ease his nerves. Today was the final lesson he would be teaching his beloved Weyrlings. He knew some liked him, others hated him, and some could care less about him. But he had done his job. He was going to be able to send his Weyrling on to becoming Rider of Dalibor Weyr. Some meay become a part of his Wing, others would go on to other Wings. But they all had one final lesson to get through before he could call them Riders.
O`ris, Mikidith, Hintialth, Embreath, and Gneith`s Riders are down at the Weyrbowl waiting for instuctions, Rhyolith said.
O`ris had recruited several fellow Riders to help him with this lesson. He was glad to hear that they were waiting on him. He was especially surprised to hear that Lynx was there on time. But he figured she would not let the chance pass by to help out Valleth`s children since L`ven was her weyrmate. Tell them to give me one second, he replied mentally, checking over Rhyolith`s straps. He needed to look every bit a Rider and a WeyrlingMaster today.
When Rhyolith landed in the Weyrbowl, O`ris set off to drag several bags of firestone to the side. As he did that, the Cyan turned her head around to the weyrs where her students were. She would have gotten Lira to help out, but the Green was off somewhere. Maybe a Flight. Who knew. She and O`ris were not paying attention to the Green`s antics today. Wake up, Weyrlings! Today is very important! Your last lesson and your final test before your Graduation Feast! she said, trying to emphasis the words "last" and "final" to get the Weyrling up and moving fast.
Once all the Weyrlings were down at the Weyrbowl, O`ris looked around him. "Congratulations on being here today, my Weyrlings. You have dealt with much. You have survived your classes and the death of one of your classmates. Today you have one final lesson and a test. Once the test is over with, you will have a very short time until the Graduation Feast. At that Feast you will all be named Riders of the Weyr. But until I have announced this, you are all Weyrlings. But after the Test you, are free to start exploring and preparing for your new lives as future Riders.
"Now, your last lesson will be about Wings. You will all be assigned Wings at graduation. Do not be surprised if you see a Wingleader or Wingseconds nearby to watch you take this test. They are observing you and figuring who would be the best and fittest to join their Wing ranks. As a former Wingsecond, I can tell you this test is crucial. Even Lio here is a Wingsecond and will be observing you as he helps me give this test."
Lio grinned at O`ris as the man continued to talk. "Your Wingleader must be listened to at all times. One wrong move CAN and possibly WILL cost you your life. Expect Wing Drills to be often to practice for Weyr games and for future Thread. You will learn maneuvers be expected to have them all memorized. Coordination is needed to help make sure things are done smoothly.
"Now, the test will be done over the Weyr Lake to ensure safety. Lio, Lynx, Luna, and T`kor will be overhead with rope to throw on you and your dragon. You must pretend that the rope is Thread. If you or your dragon get hit on the head, you will automatically be out and will retake the test tomorrow. Remember, if real Thread falls on your face, there are no second chances. You can die from it. You goal is to flame all Thread that falls in your round, to show you flying skills, to show you firestone passing skills, and you will alsp be checked on your harness security. Rayna, you will graded on your flamethower skills. Other points will be earned or lost when reaching your destination and betweening.
"Now, Weyrlings, grab a small firestone bag and relocate to the the Weyrlake. Keep a resonable distance around the test area until you are next. Volunteers are desired, but if none volunteer I WILL start calling on names. Rayna, grab a fresh flamethower. Okay, Weyrlings, your test begins very soon! And there is a prize for the two Weyrlings who make the highest scores. Thanks to Sonia, two eggs are being reserved. So try to do your best."
Instructions:
Feel free to powerplay O`ris giving approval on the straps. Also, if you want to have a char "fail" the test today, you can, though I doubt any of you will want that to happen. O`ris will be on the ground next to the lake`s edge watching every action your char and their dragon makes. Remember, these dragons are not yet 2 turns old, so mistakes WILL happen. Do not make them perfect, but high scores can be acheived as humanly possible. I can see if you are trying to make your char perfect. If I feel you are trying to be perfect in your post, I will consult Bre to help me decide what a reasonable score for your char will be. But remember above all else to have fun!
Scores:
Straps- 20 points
Flamed Thread- 20 points
Flying Abailities- 20 points
Betweening- 20 Points
Reaching The Destonation- 20 points
Location:
Weyr Lake
Weather Conditions:
Slightly cloudy with a wind fron the northwest. Gusts can be anywhere between 5mph to as much as 35mph.
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Keeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeela! That stupid White at the Hatching is stealing too much attention! Loxith began to complain once they were in the air. Kela had decided that she and Loxith would be the first to try out the course. After all, it was her duty to the Weyr to pass this test and become a Rider to fulfill her duties to the Weyrwomen. But the Green wanted to talk about the recent Hatching. "Hush, Loxi! We need to pay attention now. This is very important." But, Kelaaaaaaaaaaa! It is not faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaair! Why did she have to steal all the attention? I hate her! "Loxi! Hate is strong and mean word. We are going to have a talk after this."
Then the duo was off. Ropes of Thread began to fall on the pair as they flew around, dodging and flaming the thread the best they could. Thread came close to them and they quickly betweened to avoid being hit. But they came out a little further than they expected. Loxith dove to flame some "thread" before it fell in the water. She managed in time, but knew that nearly missing would cost them points. Turning, they headed toward the end of the destination. They could tell from O`ris` face they had past, bt Kela knew it was not the best score.
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Post by Reky on Jan 28, 2011 12:23:57 GMT -5
After watching Kela and Loxith finish up their test, Samael volunteered to go next. She was feeling fairly confident. Naireth may not have been the brightest dragon, but if there was one thing she did well, it was follow orders. She did anything Samael (or anyone else, for that matter) told her to in a heartbeat. All Sam had to do was pay attention and be quick on the draw, and she and Naireth would do fine. Naireth calmly watched Hers as she put the riding straps on, pointing out when they weren't lined up exactly where they'd been taught to put them. Samael appreciated Naireth's help. The dragon wasn't exactly a perfectionist - she just didn't know how to bend or break any rules.
"Alright, O'ris. Looking good?" Samael asked, and as soon as their straps had approval, she mounted. Alright, Naireth. Ready? Sam asked, getting comfortable on the tan's back. Naireth stretched out her wings. Yes, SamaelMine, was her short and honest reply. Satisfied with that, Samael grabbed tight to the straps, adjusted her riding goggles so her eyes wouldn't water like they always did, and nodded. Okay. Let's go.
Naireth's take off was clean and powerful. Her hind legs propelled her into the air, and after that her wings took over, pumping rhythmically and strong. Samael had fed her firestone before they'd left the ground behind, and Naireth was quick to hop to Samael's instructions. Flame every last bit of rope, Naireth! she barked mentally, and Naireth complied. The dragon's flaming skills were by the book. Aimed, consistent and forceful, just like she had been taught to do. Samael was surprised at how well Naireth was doing, darting around and flaming Thread like a true professional. However, eventually, Naireth's inner stash of firestone dwindled. Samael plucked some from the sacks by her side, calling to Naireth, Reload! The tan craned her neck back and opened her mouth to receive the stone, began to chew, but the pair wasn't paying attention.
Out of the corner of her eye, Samael caught a glimpse of rope slide down Naireth's wing. Her heart leapt. What were they supposed to do when that happened? Between! Right! To kill the Thread! She fumbled with her words, but finally managed to properly tell her dragon. Naireth! Between! Now! She forced the picture of where to go at her dragon. The blinked into the freezing darkness... and then back out. Naireth reflexively spewed out a burst of flame, burning up the rope that was right in front of them.
Alright, Naireth. Don't get hit again! Samael said. How had that gotten her so worked up? It was just rope. They were pretending it was Thread, though... and it was their final test. She made sure to pay extra attention as they finished the course, flaming and flying and betweening to avoid ropes that were too close. Finally, they made it to the end of the destination, Naireth calm and composed and rather blank like she always was, and Samael smiling. They did pretty good, except for that one incident... maybe a few missteps here and there, but altogether, pretty good. She was proud of herself and her dragon.
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I'tier had clapped for Kela's and Samael's return. He thought they both did really well. Everyone would do well, he decided, or at least do their best. If their best wasn't great, that was alright. They could just practice more. Everyone had room to grow. Even Verith and himself had room to grow, and they'd just keep on growing. He'd always liked the idea of people consistently changing. You were never the same person you were a moment before. After consulting with Verith about whether or not they were ready to go, I'tier waved to O'ris and offered himself and Verith up as the next test-takers. Even after that, they were new people.
We'll do fine, kiddo, I'tier said, smiling as he put on Verith's riding straps. You scared?
Oh, um, well, I'm not... scared, per se... Verith said, shifting his weight around a little. I'm nervous, though. I mean... It's a big test, right, and we're supposed to pretend the rope is Thread.
But it's not actually Thread, Verith. We'll be fine. I'tier flagged down O'ris, who checked their straps and gave them the signal to go. I'tier mounted, fed Verith some firestone, and the pair took off. It was all done rather lazily, which made I'tier comfortable but put Verith on edge.
I'tierMine! Pay attention, please! You're... not taking this seriously! It's a serious thing! Pretend it's real thread! I don't want you to get hurt! Verith coughed up the first flame, searing the first bundle of thread. It was pretty sloppy because he was worrying.
Yes, but if you get all nervous about it, and you're tense, you don't do well, either, I'tier said. I know you, Verith. Sensitive kiddo. You get all worked up.
Y-yes, but...! No, definitely not. Not at all. I'm not worked up, I just... Ah! A bit of rope fell dangerously close to his head, but Verith wheeled back and scorched it just in time. I should stop talking, he panted.
Yes. And just relax! Trust that we can do this, 'cause we can, y'know?
Right. Right. Okay.
The pair focused. Verith did a good job of flaming the "Thread" that fell, even if his flame was often inconsistent. The further he got into the test, though, the better his flame got, because he was getting more comfortable with the whole situation. He really didn't want to mess up badly, though. He cared about getting a good mark. It wasn't fair to I'tier if they got a bad mark because of him. He was doing better, though. At one point the cost of dodging a clump of thread meant another clump fell into the lake, but he tried not to let it get to him. He'd avoided being seriously "injured," and the clump that he missed fell into the water so it would have died anyways. He just kept on going, fighting the pretend Thread with I'tier's added help. Verith was quick to moved; they only had to between to dodge the ropes once. As soon as they were out of the Thread, though, they slowed down. Verith needed a breather and there wasn't much urgency to get to the endpoint as far as they were concerned. Feeling good about their performance, they landed and let the next pair go. [/blockquote] |
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Post by matsi on Jan 28, 2011 15:52:13 GMT -5
Catori was humming to herself, cleaning various objects, when Koketeth let out an excited yell. Catori just about dropped the book she was dusting off, and turned to look at the ledge where the green was now standing.
''Koket?'' She asked in a confused tone as she placed the book down. The three Pillies that were chilling in a pan of water only grumbled and bubbled in noise.
MINE! O'ris calls! Final lesson and test! We must go...NOW! Koketeth almost screamed. Catori was already in the process of quickly grabbing all of the flying gear. She frantically strapped it on the wiggiling green. As soon as she made sure the harness was on well, the two were off.
The pair landed and quickly settled to listen to O'ris. Catori grinned with excitement, and Koketeth began to wiggle once more. The young green wanted to go, and wanted to go now[/i]. Finally, O'ris told them tohead to the lake. Koketeth, as soon as Catori was on an ready for the ride, was gone like a bullet. She was so excited, and Catori couldn't help but giggle as they landed again and watched two others do their test.
WE'RE NEXT! Koketeth roared as she let O'ris check the harness, then took flight again. Catori pat her neck and sighed in anxiousness.
Lets do this, pretty girl, She said silently as she got the firestone ready.
Lets show them how a pretty green does it! Koketeth growled as she took firestone and chewed it vigerously. The fake thread began to fall, and Catori let out a squeek as Koketeth dodged around, still chewing stone. A sliver of rope thread fell and bounced off of the green's tail, making her grown and snarl in frustration. Then, there was a belching noise and fire erupted from Koketeth's maw and burned some of the thread. The green was ticked off now. How could she let that stupid rope thread hit her!?
Koket! Move! Catori growled in her mind as she noticed the ropes coming down. There was a flash of blackness, and icy chill. Catori could'nt breath for a moment, then they broke back into the warmth of the weyr, in a different location. Another belch and Koketeth threw fire at the falling ropes. The pair, getting into a groove, finished the test with only one other close call, but a few strands did fall into the lake below.
No matter, Koket, you were beautiful, Catori slid from the green's back and began to pet her with pride. Koketeth was less pleased and placed her head on her paws with a heavy sigh.
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Post by purnip on Jan 28, 2011 16:12:42 GMT -5
Let's go next, mine! This clumsy lot needs to be taught a lesson! I can flame better than that! I can fly better too!
Ressouth was constantly barking out her criticisms to her rider as their peers took their turns. She was tired of watching them make all those mistakes and she wanted to take to the skies herself to show them how it was done. The Cyan kept hopping about, lightweight enough to cause no disturbances on ground, but D'ix was starting to lose his patience in dealing with her and he was not keen on being nervous in front of everyone. He didn't want them to see him shake and quiver, which he was well on his way towards doing if he waited much longer. He remembered their unfortunate classmate. He remembered how hard it was for him to work up the courage to go between in the class that followed. Since then, he avoided it if it was possible. He kept second-guessing the pictures in his head when he tried to be specific. What if that threw them off? Then he'd be stuck in the cold forever. It was something he could not bear.
When they were woken up that morning, D'ix didn't take the announcement as seriously as he ought to have. Until he actually reached the lake to see everything set up in an official fashion, he thought O'ris was just telling them anything to get them all out on time. Their Weyrlingmaster by now must have known of the boy's tendency to show up late to every meeting, which he just about did. If he passed this test today, it would still be by a hair with all of his past misconduct. He even snapped back at the Cyanrider once when he thought he was being rushed into something. In fact, it was on the day they were going to revisit the between lesson. The boy was fed up afterwards because he was certain that everyone heard the fear in his empty threats that week. Today, he was just as nervous. He could blow it off and pretend it wasn't such a big deal. Besides, all they had to do was make sure none of the ropes touched their heads, right? And he didn't care to win any prizes for being spectacular or anything. He already had Wormtail, and he didn't need another sniveling Black eying him eerily from the foot of his bed.
But Ressouth was eager to show up her brothers and sisters. She wanted to have the top score. She had to prove to them that she was clearly the best of the clutch, with no exceptions. She knew she could do it, alright, but she had to make sure D'ix knew he could do it too. We're better than them, mine! We must show them! I won't let them win over us! I won't, I won't, I won't! She stomped her feet and wiggled, as if she were about to take the test without her rider at all. But come now! Check my straps and make sure they're on right! I think they're a little loose around my waist. She backed up to her rider's side and nudged him with her rump, which only served to annoy him to a boiling point.
"Calm down, woman!" he growled at her, throwing his hands down and balling them up into fists before he stomped over to her side and tightened the strap roughly.
That's too tight, mine!
"Too loose, too tight--make up your mind!"
Ressouth shook her body like a dog and snorted. They're fine now. Let's go, quick, before someone cuts in front of us!"
D'ix picked up his bag of firestone and reluctantly picked his way over towards their Weyrlingmaster, begrudgingly awaiting O'ris's approval. The man didn't even have to give them a thorough examination to come to his conclusion. "You have them adjusted on the wrong ends. Correct them." Face growing red with embarrassment and anger, the boy guided Ressouth aside and took the straps on to get them adjusted accordingly. Meanwhile, his dragon was giving him an earful. How could you get the /straps/ wrong? I'll never get the highest score now! I'll have to be utterly flawless! It shouldn't be hard to do better than that lot. Did you see Loxith? Did you see Naireth? Awful...dreadful...embarrasing...
D'ix tuned her out and finished up, coming back to O'ris for a second try. The Weyrlingmaster looked them over and then gave a nod, telling the two they were free to go. After feeding Ressouth a few pieces of firestone, the boy got on to his dragon's back with little effort before they took to the sky, where the ropes waited. The Cyan went after the ropes as if they were moving targets and she were but a dart. She spat fire this way and that, gracefully twisting around whatever clumps fell past her and diving at them for revenge. She was doing well on her own, without her rider's help, but she knew at the rate the ropes were coming down that she would have to go between to dodge them soon. Just behind Embraeth, the Iron! Imagine that! I need an opening! And D'ix, afraid to die and afraid to fail in front of everyone, did just that. He pictured a safe spot behind the Ironrider's throwing range and thought only about it and nothing else.
Ressouth was trapped, a clump about to fall before her, a few about to sweep behind her, and another about to descend upon her. She winked between and appeared where D'ix sent her, but it was further out than she would have liked. She swiveled right and dove towards the clumps she had been trapped by before, demanding more firestone. I can make it! I can make it! I need more firestone! D'ix was still startled by just coming from between, and he hesitated. His hand reached for the bag but he just couldn't get more than a chunk out. He was shaken up pretty badly, but he offered the sorry lump to his dragon to took it and chewed it up with no time for protest. Taking a deep breath, she heaved out whatever flame she had in her to catch that last trio.
The flame that burst forth was strong at first, but it fizzled up quickly with little fuel behind it. Two clumps were seared, but the third was largely unharmed, and fell towards the surface of the lake. The splash that sounded behind the pair as they flew towards the lake's edge was the sound of their loss. They obviously made their share of mistakes, and Ressouth was highly displeased. But she didn't start blaming D'ix this time. She never blamed him for much. She simply went quiet, waiting for the next dragon to go so she could criticize them instead of realizing her own mistakes. They would not be repeated again. She'd stomp that fear out of her rider yet!
D'ix didn't care in the end. He was glad that he passed through this well enough. He could officially become a rider now, which wouldn't mean squat anyhow because now he'd have to be part of some sharding wing with some sharding idiot leader to pester him. And hell if that leader happened to be F'ix. He'd sooner disappear from Dalibor before he answered to that Viridianrider or anyone else for that matter. Though by Ressouth's standards they did poorly, her rider was content enough with just passing. He had other ways of proving himself to other people, and they didn't involve dancing like a monkey in front of an audience.
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Post by Zane on Jan 28, 2011 16:39:43 GMT -5
Tieler wasn’t feeling at all nervous; they’d been over this time and time again. It’s what the lessons had been for, and she had practiced with Klaisath when she could. She felt that they made a good pair, and usually succeeded in their given tasks and duties. She trusted Klaisath more than she did herself, though the black hung off of her every word and always waited on her next command. He was faithful, more loyal than a canine in her opinion. She patted the side of his neck, watching as ones volunteered to go. She wanted to get this over with so she didn’t feel as if she was being compared with too many of the ones before her. She’d know if she did a good job, and she personally hated the suspense. She selected a firestone sack that’d be well-suited to Klaisath’s smaller size. Most of the other girls’ dragons were bigger than him, not that she cared. Size had nothing to do with it, and she knew that Klaisath was more than capable of manoeuvring better than some of them. When she reached Klaisath, she patted the side of his neck. He seemed more nervous than she, his eyes were whirring a mix of uncertain colors.
”Calm down Klai, there’s nothing to worry about,” she told him soothingly. He appreciated her concern, quite a fair bit, not always sure when he’d receive her reassurance. Today she seemed to be full of it. She gave him an encouraging smile, and nod, and hastened to get his straps on correctly. She simply glanced back at O’ris from where they were now situated, smirking when she received his nod of approval.
All right, they were up. She mounted her dragon effortlessly, always having been quite a swift child. The teenaged-girl made sure everything was in place, adjusting her straps where she felt it was necessary, and then they were off. She was clad in a proper pair of wher hide boots, and a jacket. It would keep her warm when they needed to go /between/. As they flew over the Weyr Lake, both were scanning the skies for the ropes that would be thrown down to test the pair. Tieler had the firestone ready, thankful for her good reflexes. Yes, she was fast, not that fast always meant precise. It was go time!
A rope fell above them and Klaisath sharply turned, doing a spiral of sorts, flaming the fake thread once he was ready. He and Tieler were one.
Over there! Tieler shouted, relief flooding through her when Klaisath veered to the left and flamed another fallen rope. One was behind them that had gone unnoticed for they’d been focusing on what was at their sides and front.
My tail TielerMine, I felt it! the black warned, feeling disappointed in himself instantly.
Between! Tieler shouted out at him through their telepathic-bond. The black was quick to obey, blinking back from the cold of /between/. She hated the cold place of nothingness, shivering. Her jacket did not protect her face and hands from the hardly bearable cold. Tieler held on tight when she felt him tense-up and crane his neck around to flame another rope coming down from above. They were nearing the destination point! Tieler’s heart was hammering, and she could feel Klaisath’s nervousness coming off of him in waves. Another piece of fake thread whizzed right past Klaisath’s snout, the black grunted and backwinged, causing Tieler to squeak in alarm.
Klaisath! she shouted, and the black rumbled amusedly, speeding downwards, flaming the rope right before it hit the water below. His amusement came as an annoyance to her, though she was doing a terrible job of showing it when she was chuckling herself. It had been rather funny; they’d both been caught off-guard! If it had been real thread, neither one of them would be anywhere close to laughing. They’d be panicked. Tieler knew that, and Klaisath seemed to acknowledge that truth himself when he became more serious.
The pair reached the destination point after /betweening/ a second-time. The imagined thread lightly grazed the black’s wingtip. Tieler pumped her fist in the air, feeling proud of Klaisath more than herself. He was brilliant in her eyes, even though he didn’t receive her praise near enough. Maybe in time that would change...
They flew back around so that Tieler could dismount. Klaisath settled himself into a sitting position so he could watch the others, he didn’t bother asking Tieler how he’d done, because when he turned his wedge-shaped head to look upon his rider she was still glowing. He felt a pride swelling deep inside of him, even though he knew they’d made some mistakes. Her approval was all he needed.
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Post by aikastarr on Jan 28, 2011 17:34:27 GMT -5
Emith was, as usual, the first of the pair to awaken even before O’ris’ call. When the familiar voice touched her mind, emphasizing last and final, she hummed a bit in the back of her throat. They had worked diligently throughout their two Turns of Weyrlinghood, only speaking when necessary. However, because of that meeting with Lio and Mikidith and the subsequent game of tag, the little Gray had taken a keen interest in complex acrobatics. Every morning, she would drag Hers out of bed so that they could practice a new technique, and even though her stamina wasn’t nearly as high as her older siblings/cousins, her agility more than made up for it.
Mine, the mentors are going to give us our final test today, she told her now-awakening rider. With a toothy yawn, Krys rolled out of bed and got ready for the test as quickly as her mind would let her. She had slept in late, so she splashed some icy water on her face to wake herself up.
They landed not too far away from one of the smaller bags of firestone and Krys vaulted off, making sure that her straps were all set. This was her fallback, however; getting the straps properly fastened had always been her weak point, and it didn’t take long for O’ris to point out some issues. They weren’t as major as she thought they were, but they still docked points off their overall score. Don’t worry about it, Mine, was all the assurance she got.
Six people had already gone before them. Six people the Weyrlingmaster could compare her and Emith to. They had to do well in the ‘Thread’ battle, or else they would surely fail. With that in mind, the tall girl fed a few hunks of firestone to the awaiting maw, practically pounced into her seat and her bonded was off like an arrow into the fray that was their enemies.
The two had been particularly perfecting one move that was difficult in itself, and if executed wrong by the smallest margin, would probably have them falling out of the sky during a real Thread battle. However, the two had confidence in the stunt, and Emith confirmed this. One mental command, Screw! and Emith spun to be upside-down, flaming the Thread that was just above them. It was magnificent, and Krys was amazed that they pulled it off under the stress.
However, the move included back winging upwards, and that would send them into a giant gob of ropes. Mind racing, Krys solidified an image of the sky a bit of ways away from the onslaught, and braced herself for the frigid cold of/between./ It didn’t last long, that cold, and she was soon shoveling more chunks into Emith’s awaiting maw. The aforementioned gob was plummeting towards the lake, and only because of Emith’s quick thinking that it was disintegrated before touching the lake’s surface. Krys mentally winced; she felt O’ris’ eyes on her, remembering how they almost let a giant heap of Thread be missed.
By now, the Gray’s energy was near-empty, but they had to push on. /Between/ after /between/ they went, flaming little sprays of ‘Thread,’ and a few times it grazed against her tail or her shoulder. Eventually, the last of the ropes were nothing but ash, and the tiny dragon was landing in the designated area, completely depleted of strength. Mine, I’m surprised you kept your Zen in check with your admirer around, [/color] Emith praised smugly, which cause Krysthanine to merely blush through the shared exhaustion. The only thing on their minds was to get some water and rest.[/center] |
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Post by Sakoru on Jan 28, 2011 18:26:07 GMT -5
MINE! TASAKHORIMINEMINEMINE!
Tasakhori shot out of bed before she even knew what was going on, lunging across the floor to throw herself onto her green's shoulder. Pandemoniuth didn't seem to be in any danger - what was going on? The weyrling, confused from waking up so quickly, looked around and then set her hands on her dragon's shoulder, leaning on her and releasing a deep sigh. Pandy! she scolded, you scared me! What if there had actually been an emergency about to happen?
Pandemoniuth crooned to Hers, fluttering her wings before she stood up, dislodging her tiny rider from her spot. Rhyolith says it's our final test today! We have to be theretherethere, Mine! Let's gooooo! Wriggling, the young dragon bounced on her forelegs, and Tasa issued a relieved sigh. So their room wasn't on fire or anything similarly dire. She had time to put on her riding gear - quickly, of course - and then the tiny girl slung the heavy harness onto her dragon's neck, strapping it on with as much speed as she could manage without messing it up. As it happened, she had been practicing putting on the harness a few times a day ever since she'd fallen out of the straps and gotten stuck. Now, Tasakhori considered herself a master of the craft, and she seemed to have everything right.
The greenpair arrived at the lake right on time, and Tasa dropped out of the harness to stand next to her lifemate, bouncing slightly on her toes. Being generally oblivious and therefore fearless, she wasn't nervous at all - except about betweening. She still remembered Olivia and Enerveth, and their deaths at the original lesson. She and Pandemoniuth, after that, had taken extra care to focus very hard when going between, but the fact remained that people had died because they hadn't done it properly. The idea made the tiny redhead somewhat anxious, and she watched as people began to take the test, filing forward in steady fashion. Everyone seemed to be doing all right, and slowly Tasa relaxed.
She saw her chance as soon as Emith and Krysthanine had completed their turn. C'mon, Pandy! Quick! she urged, grabbing a bag of firestone to strap to her dragon's harness. As one she and the brightly-coloured dragon darted forward to take their places in front of O'ris. They did fine on the straps, and the weyrlingmaster allowed them to fly. One challenge down, more to go!
Tasakhori strapped herself into the harness, pulled her goggles down over her eyes, and let Pandemoniuth kick off, launching them into the sky. She held out a chunk of firestone, and the green grabbed it eagerly, chewing madly as a bit of Thread began to drop lower, towards the lake. Hurry, Pandy! the rider urged her, and then the green lunged after the offending rope, flame exploding from her jaws to incinerate it. A second clump followed, and she began working her way higher.
Out of nowhere, a clump of Thread was blown towards them, brushing Tasa's shoulder. Panicking, she sent a quick image to Pandemoniuth and they vanished between, popping back into existence a few feet to one side of the falling ropes. Gasping, the greenrider urged her dragon forward again, and off they went once more, burning clump after clump of Thread. Once, they got wedged in between two patches of it, and Pandy, in the most remarkable maneuver Tasa had ever seen her make, flamed one into nonexistence and then executed a sort of mutated corkscrew, spinning sideways over one folded wing before twisting back around to burn the next clump. Mentally applauding the good work, Tasakhori sent them between again, and then gave her green more firestone. The first piece was a bit too big, and Pandy choked on it, delaying them and letting more Thread fall, but her rider hastily fed her a smaller piece and that went down better.
Off they went once more, burning every scrap of rope that appeared around them, and, learning from other riders' mistakes, Tasa made sure to glance upward periodically. This once saved them from a clump that otherwise would have landed squarely on Pandy's back, but the pair whipped upside down and flamed it before it could hit its mark.
Just one clump was left, but it was close to the surface of the lake. GO! Tasa shouted mentally, and Pandemoniuth obeyed, streaking towards the offending patch of Thread. She was small and light, and besides that she was built for speed. They reached it in record time, and flame erupted from Pandy's jaws and incinerated their target a fraction of a second before it hit the surface of the lake. On her back, Tasa heaved a sigh of relief, and then realized it was over. They were done.
Oh. Well, then. Well pleased with their performance, despite the small mistakes they'd made, Tasakhori smiled and patted her green's neck. Pandemoniuth crooned tiredly and landed just where she was supposed to, relieved that it was over. Though she wasn't completely out of energy, that had been more work than they'd ever done before, even in practice, and the green was grateful for a break. Now that there was nothing more for them to do, Tasa slid off and sat next to her bonded, scratching her headknobs as a reward for how well they'd done. Surely they'd passed, and she thought they might even have done quite well. At any rate, she was happy with Pandemoniuth's performance, and they hadn't "died," which was good. [/center] |
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Post by theknightwhosaysni on Feb 5, 2011 18:00:40 GMT -5
((sorry for the delay in getting to this! >>))
Rayna was awake and oiling Couineth when the call came, despite the early hour. The gold dragon had demanded that Rayna oil her hide so that she was particularly shiny and pretty for that day. Rayna hadn't felt like denying her gold dragoness something as small as that, so Rayna was oiling Couineth, without complaint. It wasn't really worth it. Things like that weren't worth fighting about. Oiling Couineth wasn't that big of a deal.
When Rhyolith's call echoed in Couineth's mind, she jerked her head up, gaze whirling with a cranky crimson. Stupid Rhyolith calls. Something about our last lesson or something, she says. I don't want to goooo. It's not faaaiiiir. I liiike being oiled! [/i] Twitching her tail, Couineth whined loudly in Rayna's mind, voice echoing against Rayna's skull. "Cou, if it's our last lesson, you won't have to do it again." Rayna mentioned absently to her dragoness, glancing up from the gold's hide. "I'm sure it'll be fun, though." Fun. Right. Their last lesson would get her that much closer to being a fully fledged dragonrider, which was important, but this would require focusing on the present and not getting distracted at all. If she failed this, it would reflect very badly on her. I don't care about not doing it again! I don't want to go now![/i] Couineth snapped in response, glaring at Hers. The now was what mattered, anyways. Rayna sighed, glancing at Couineth. "It doesn't matter. We'll have to go if Rhyolith called us." With that, Rayna was on her feet and hurrying towards the dresser. Riding jacket, just in case they had to go between, some pants that didn't look that bad and a nice, white shirt... Rayna grabbed the clothes and got dressed with a firm nod in Couineth's direction. "Are you ready?"No.[/i] Came the sullen reply. Rayna shook her head and smiled absently as she moved to grab Couineth's straps. In a few minutes, they were all affixed to Couineth's body and Rayna stepped back to examine the straps. They looked good, for the most part. However, there were a few spots that weren't quite right... Rayna frowned and moved forward again to fiddle a bit more with the straps. "There we go." She muttered a few minutes later and nodded to herself. "Let's go, Cou." Patting the gold's leg fondly, Rayna scrambled up Couineth's extended leg and settled herself in the straps. They swept towards the lake with the rest of the Weyrlings and arrived there in time to hear O'ris begin his instructions. Rayna listened carefully, not at all interested in failing this. Failing this would be absolutely horrible for her reputation--if she even had one. However, failing this test would not at all please O'ris, she imagined. It would also reflect really badly on her. They did not volunteer to go first. Instead, Rayna watched calmly as other rider and dragon pairs went before her and Couineth sulked. She watched each pair's movements and how they went through the course, taking careful mental notes. Couineth paid them no attention, but it didn't matter, Rayna figured. She would be able to instruct her dragon in what to do. After Tasakhori and Pandemoniuth finished the course, Rayna took a deep breath and spoke. "We will go next, O'ris." She was nervous, not that she would admit it to anyone else. This would be important, in the future. Let's get ready, Cou.She glanced in T'kor's direction as they moved forward, smiling to herself. She remembered the ironrider, the one's dragon had complimented Couineth. It made Rayna feel better to recognize someone out there besides O'ris. She gathered the flamethrower up and headed towards O'ris to have him check over Couineth's straps. The gold sulked indignantly, even as O'ris looked over their straps, proclaiming them mostly passable. He did, however, mention a spot that wasn't properly tightened. Rayna turned practically crimson as she hurried to fix that. That was bad! She had messed up already! After that, however, Rayna and Couineth were ready to get going. Let's go, Couineth. Rayna bespoke her dragon, taking a few deep breaths to prepare herself. After O'ris' signal, Couineth launched herself into the air with a huffy noise. This isn't faiiiir![/i] Couineth! Pay attention!The first clumps of 'thread' were already falling. Rayna aimed her flamethrower and pressed the button. The flame that sprayed from the nozzle made her rock back a bit, despite her preparations. The flame went wide, missing practically the entire clump. Shards!She re-aimed the flamethrower and this time managed to dispatch the 'thread.' However, she would have lost points for that, she knew. The next few clumps were dispatched fairly easily as well. Rayna was starting to feel good about this... And then she noticed the clump that was falling towards Couineth's wing. "Couineth! Move!"With a grumpy noise, the gold heaved herself--the wrong way. Rayna gritted her teeth, twisting in the saddle to aim with her flamethrower. The clump was a large one, but Rayna took out most of it with the flamethrower. Quite a bit of it, however, fell to Couineth's back. "Between!" Rayna yelped, shoving a picture of a threadless space into Couineth's mind. They vanished and Rayna found herself in the freezing cold of between. When they reappeared, Rayna was still shivering. Shards, that was cold!After that, the 'thread' was fairly easy to handle. Couineth did a bit of work, despite her annoyance with it all. She was grazed only once after that, on the tail, and while some thread fell to the earth below them, most of it was handled. A fairly large clump managed to fall into the lake after Couineth had betweened when the first clump had hit Couineth's back, but neither of them had noticed that. When Rayna and Couineth reached the end, Rayna breathed a heavy sigh of relief. "Well, we're done..." she muttered to her dragon, breathing finally slowing. "No one will ever interrupt your oiling for a Weyrling lesson again." Rayna patted the gold dragon's side as she slid from her back, looking rather exhausted. Couineth gave a loud huff and flopped against the earth, almost completely ignoring Hers. I can't believe they interrupted my oiling for thaaat. It's not faiiiiir.[/i] -- N'at and Duermoth had gotten to the lake on time, for once. They had already been awake when the call came, N'at exercising Duermoth a bit in the early morning air. The boy and his Cyan had spent the past two turns working long and hard on Duermoth's underdeveloped body. She would always be on the verge of unhealthily skinny but now there was muscle on those bones. She could fly without becoming utterly exhausted and could walk without trembling with exhaustion, albeit awkwardly. In short, both were proud of the progress that they had made. But that was beside the point! N'at did his best to pay attention while O'ris instructed them on what to do, but quite often, he found himself staring at something other than his WeyrlingMaster and paying the man no attention. Because of that, he missed quite a bit of the speech. Something about Wingseconds, wings, and this being a graduation test was about all that stuck with N'at. Even less stuck with Duermoth, who was curled up on the ground next to him. They were not at all interested in going first. Instead, N'at watched Loxith and Kela. He did need to figure out what they were supposed to be doing. 'Cause that might be important, he figured. So N'at watched. He was easily distracted and didn't actually pay all that much attention, but by the time that Rayna and Couineth were finished, he thought he had a pretty good grasp of what he was supposed to be doing. "We'll go next, Weyrlingmaster." N'at said, glancing towards the other male cyanrider. They moved to have O'ris check over Duermoth's straps. The man had a few pointers for the pair; Duermoth's straps were pretty loose. They should be tightened. Also, in a few places, the straps were twisted. That should also be fixed. N'at moved to fix them were O'ris had mentioned before he gave them the go-ahead. Are you ready, Duermoth?Yes, Mine.[/i] Duermoth's voice was as dreamy as ever, but she looked focused, for once. This was her chance to prove to them all that despite being the underdog, she could and would succeed. Duermoth launched herself into the air after accepting some firestone from Hers. Her head flashed towards the shiny iron for a moment--she couldn't resist! He was shiny! And distracting... "Let's go, Duermoth!" N'at grinned wildly, focusing his gaze on the first clump of the rope-thread. The burst of flame from Duermoth wasn't the most powerful of flames and probably bordered on weak, but it took care of the ropes. They were burned and fell to the earth as ash. Duermoth gave a pleased rumble and waved her tail a bit in the air. There was only a moment's pause before more thread was falling. Duermoth moved with no instruction from Hers, jaws opening to let another burst of flame explode into the air, burning the next clump of thread out of the air. Duermoth swung her head sideways to glance towards Hers, eyes whirling with pleased colors. How could they not love her? She was the underdog and she was succeeding! The thoughts that were running through Duermoth's head had nothing to do with the 'thread' that she was fighting. While N'at and Duermoth thought of different things, both of them pleased with Duermoth's progress so far, a large clump of thread fell. N'at noticed it when it was nearly to the ground and he swore, thrusting an image at Duermoth. Between! he cried mentally. They vanished from the air for a moment, appearing next to the 'thread.' However, it had already hit the earth. Duermoth flamed at it anyways, despite the fact that it was too late. The cyan was disappointed with herself and glared at the 'burrow' for a moment before surging upwards again, flames meeting another clump. Most of it was seared away, but a few single ropes continued to fall. One of them fell against N'at's face. The other three fell against Duermoth's back. An image of the air above the lake was pressed into her mind by N'at. Another clump of thread fell there and they winked between, freezing the 'threadscores' as they moved towards the next clump of falling ropes. Duermoth seared those from the air with ease. Her flames were weakening, however, so she turned her head back towards N'at. More firestone![/i] Firestone tasted nasty, but she needed more of it. Still, she didn't want it.... "You'll have to open your mouth first, Du!" When Duermoth belatedly opened her mouth to accept more firestone from N'at, he shoved more firestone into her jaws. As he fed her more firestone, a small clump of ropes fell, unchecked, towards the earth before them. "Flame!"Duermoth turned her head towards the clump, flames blazing from her mouth. The ropes were seared and they moved forward again. They made it through the rest of the course with only a few more mishaps. A few ropes escaped Duermoth and fell to the ground, but they escaped any more 'scorings.' At the end of the course, Duermoth collapsed against the earth, panting softly to herself. She was exhausted. The training that Hers had put her had helped her, but not enough. That had been more work than she had ever done in her short life. N'at, meanwhile, slumped against Duermoth the moment he was down from her back. "You did an amazing job, love." he complimented his cyan with a smile. They might not have gotten the best score ever, but hopefully, they had passed. And even if they hadn't N'at was still proud of his amazing cyan.[/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by Kila on Feb 7, 2011 18:13:07 GMT -5
MineOwn, O’ris and Rhyolith call; Sereith dutifully informed her rider, creeping over to where Rosasharn was diligently sewing the hem of one of her dresses. The Weyrling looked up, having easily detected unease in her bonded’s voice. More unease than usual, that was. Well alwright, darlin’, but what’s wrong? Why d’ya sound so worried bout it? she implored. Sereinth squirmed and looked over her shoulder towards the Weyrbowl and then back to Hers. Rhyolith says that it’s very important- our final test before Graduation; she whined. Rosasharn set down her needlework and crossed over to the Pink, wrapping her arms around her neck and resting her face on her muzzle. Nervous.then? Don’t worry your pretty lil head, Sereinth, honey, we’re gonna be just fine. That being said she stepped back and frowned in the direction of her wardrobe. ”That does mean…. That I’m gonna have ta put on those dreadful ridin’ pants.
Despite their reservations, the two appeared in the Weyrbowl soon after, Sereinth a wreck in motion and Rosasharn visibly uncomfortable. They were not the first. Though they arrived in time for O’ris’s talk, several other Weyrlings were already lined eagerly up to go. Somehow they got jostled into line too. Ouch- oh! Sereinth I just hate these Faranth-forsaken pants! It’s so improper! These are for boys ta wear! she exclaimed indignantly. She had still not gotten over the fact that she could not always wear dresses anymore. Standing on her tippy toes and shifting from foot to foot she tried futilely to pull them away from her crotch but keep the waistline high. Goodness! They’re so tight! Why do they go up so high? Ah feel laike all of Pern can see my- Oh! Own! It’s our turn!” Sereinth interrupted.
Doing their best to leave their problems behind, the pair stepped forward. Rosasharn held up her bag of firestone for approval and then set about to doing Serienth’s straps for O’ris to see. Her hands were deft and her attention to error pedantic at times, so she beamed when she received a nod from the Weyrlingmaster after her first try. The first and easiest task was achieved. Awlright, honey, just focus like we practiced, she said as she opened the firestone sack and pulled out a lump. Sereinth looked at it with fear but opened her mouth obediently. Rosharsharn rested a hand on her muzzle reassuringly as her bonded took it. Concentrate, Rosasharn repeated, doing the same for her. Without the reminder Sereinth might have been too nervous, but with Hers beside her she got it and the others down.
”Here we go, Sereinth!” Rosasharn whooped, exhilarated by the wind as they took off. ”We can do it!” Sereinth tried to believe it. She wanted to make Hers proud! Sensing this, Rosasharn offered what she thought would be the most proper motivation. I am very proud of you. If we can do this we’ll be a real thang here and Ah’ll be the proudest darn gal in all of Pern! Sereinth cooed with pleasure at the idea, flying that much faster. Okay, Mine! I’ll get us there! With her mind set to the task and a specific goal in mind, Sereinth did better than Rosasharn thought. None of the Weyrlings were perfect, and they were no exception. The first time Sereinth was grazed by an undetected rope and Rosasharn called for her to between, the sudden command startled them both. Sereinth betweened but only after what would have been significant damage to her flank. Though she was grazed several more times, she disappeared on cue to freeze away the ropes. Rosasharn wasn’t sure if it was the fear, adrenaline, or drive that made her so quick, but the petite Pink darted quickly across the course, flaming rope as though it were a personal thread to Hers that must be obliterated at all cost. She sometimes got so caught up on one clump that she didn’t notice and let others fall, but in a real wing that was what other riders were for.
When they were finished and done Rosasharn climbed awkwardly off Sereinth, pulled down her pants, and then ran around to her front where she squaled and jumped up and down. ”You were just wonderful, Sereinth! Ah do declare that you are the most amazin’ Pink ah eva did see! Good gal! Ah told you we could do it!” she babbled, going on and on. Neither were much concerned with scores at the moment- they were just happy they had finished the course without any hypothetical mortal rope injuries. Whether they would pass or fail was a close call, one O’ris would decide, but they could always go again tomorrow. Now that the hype was over, Sereinth bowed her head shyly, showing none of the courage she had had in the air, and curled around Hers, blissful to hear her praise.
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Post by Admin on Feb 9, 2011 13:11:02 GMT -5
Why is that you could only see the worst in me?
I swear, sometimes I feel like it nurtures me.
But to keep it all real, it's kinda hurting me.
I could say I'm done with it, but it lurks in me.
Rhyolith is being obnoxious and on top of that, particularly idiotic. How about we not go this time? Aimeth wasn't actually in a bad mood, but the ridiculous emphasis of words and stupid enthusiasm from a dragon supposedly far wiser than her hardly made the sassy green obedient. Her rider made no response. She simply hoisted the dragon's heavy straps and set about putting them on the green, who settled with a sigh. Once they were ready to go, Sonia scrambled up onto her dragon's back and they took flight, sweeping down to join their peers by O'ris. Aimeth settled at the back, content to watch for the time being, and Sonia was happier there. The teenager slipped down, keeping her eyes on the weyrlingmaster as he began to speak. When her name was mentioned, her gaze dropped to the ground. He had to mention it? Was it really necessary?
Properly embarrassment, Sonia made no move to volunteer as the others started. Telling Aimeth to wait with a silent order, she fetched them a sack of firestone and then rechecked the riding straps, making sure they were properly adjusted. Once that was done, she set to waiting, shooting occasional looks towards the test that was running over the lake. Aimeth watched avidly, tail flicking back and forth, back and forth, but Sonia turned her mind back to her flitters. Eulo's eggs, not nearly enough given away, only O'ris's two, waited for her back in her weyr, along with the entirety of her fair. They were the perfect guard detail and it was easy to check on them without them noticing. They weren't paying her much mind. They hadn't even wished her luck when she had left in their own way. In part, she was glad. She didn't believe luck was on her side.
Come on. Couineth did badly. Let's do better. Let's go. Aimeth's patience had run out. Giving a nod, Sonia ambled after the green, heading to O'ris. Their straps passed inspection, to Aimeth's pride and Sonia's relief. She had thought they were right, but it was nice to know that she wasn't in trouble. Settling herself on her dragon's back with ease, the beast stalked forward, gaze turning skyward as she eyed her guileless foes. They thought that they were going to test her? She would prove them wrong, and for once, Sonia could do nothing to stop her. This was the time to fight. This was their final test. After this, she was free in the minds of the others. This was her chance to show them all that none had ever ruled her. She was queen. She was better. And most importantly? She was ruthless, vicious, and less than empathic. With a roar, she lunged skyward.
Aimeth kept her eyes upward. She flew with no great speed, not at first, and Sonia didn't push her. It wasn't a matter of speed. She kept herself moving, lumps of firestone in her hands. Before her was a puzzle to be solved, something far less complicated than life. The game in front of her was not one she would lose, not anymore than she would lose at life. Stone, Aim. The green swung her head around, the rock was fed to her, and she chewed it, turning her gaze back upward. With that, the fliers above them were upon them. She would have hissed her glee had rock not still be stuck in her teeth. Thread. An automatic warning. The first of the older riders had thrown. Gleeful, Aimeth surged up to meet it, tossing her head back. Flame gurgled up in her throat and shot out at the tangle web of strands, charring it before it could get out of control.
There was no time to wait. Feed. Watch. Flame. It was a rhythm for Sonia, but Aimeth did not play it like that. She hunted, intent on killing each tangle and the overbearing fools who threw them at her. She flew higher with each moment, hovering up above the rim of the bowl. Another clump was chucked down at her and she breathed out, catching the ropes and burning them. However, in the same moment, Sonia spoke. Second. One word. No more. They were a connected pair, two halves of a whole. The green jerked around, catching sight of the ropes falling straight for them. Between. The picture of a field filled the green's mind. She winked out. Three breaths. They burst out, not over the bowl, but elsewhere, far beyond the touch of any fake thread. Sonia hadn't been thinking. She spoke again, fixing a picture of the lake in her mind. Back.
They reappeared to imaginary thread on the ground, but Aimeth was not remorseful and she was far from defeated. Sonia echoed the sentiment, refocusing. A perfect score wasn't even what she wanted. Finish. It was an order Aimeth didn't actually need to hear. Flame, two, three, four! A quick hop between, another flame! One last burst, a final bout of fire, and she soared up, graceful gliding down to her destination. She landed facing forward, then promptly looked over her rump, giving it a nice little shake of satisfaction. A few pieces of ash slid off, leaving her pale green hide unhindered in the light. With a small smile, Sonia gave her a pat. That was it. Neither made a sound. Pleased with herself, like a giant cat, Aimeth stalked back to join the others, tail flicking all the way. She, at least, hadn't gotten hit. She, at least, was better than most.
It's a joke, it's a game, why am I still keeping score?
I'm in pain, I'm ashamed, I'm a woman, hear me roar.
It's a joke, it's a game, why am I still keeping score?
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Post by kia on Feb 10, 2011 0:35:18 GMT -5
Now that his Weyrlings had gone through the Test, O`ris finished working on the scores. There were marks here and there, notes taken, and scores being calculating. Each Weyrling had done things differently, which what he had hoped for and had expected. This test was meant to gauge how they did when put in a very similar situation, one especially that they would be faced with in the near future. Rhyolith occasionally lean her head over, looking over the notes and reminding O`ris of some things as he came to certain points. But a small and steady smile began to cross his mouth. Obviously he was pleased with the scores. His Weyrlings had done good, even if he knew some of them probably hated him just for being above them. Well, they would have to get over their petty anger at him. If they thought he was awful, wait till they met their Wingleaders. Wingleaders and Wingseconds were a lot harder and tougher. Messing up was not accepted. They either had to be nearly perfect or else there could be deadly consequences.
But he had not trained them to be perfect. No, O`ris had prepared them for the basics. Everything else would be taught to them by their Wingleaders. There they would learn the many things and really be pushed to their limits. He continued to work on the scores, looking up at his students every now and then. Rhyolith`s eyes were a constant green and blue color, swirling every now and then, and then slowing down to almost stopping and just being a constant mix. O`ris finally let out a sigh as he finished writing notes. These he would send out to Wingleaders as they began to pick which Weyrlings would be welcomed into their Wings as Riders. But, for now, he was just proud that all his Weyrlings had done so well on the test.
"Well, you all passed, which is quite good. Let me first say it has been an honor to have been your WeyrlingMaster. I know we all had our rough spots and times, but you made it. You are all about to become official Riders of Dalibor. So, without further delay, I will post the scores now." Rhyolith bugled her praise over her Weyrlings, something she normally did not do. Praising was not something she did at all, believing that others should always do their best. But O`ris` upbeat spirit made her happy to see her Weyrlings complete the test. Gradualtions, my Weyrlings.
Lynx, Lio, Luna, and T`kor all landed. Luna, being her shy self, quickly hide behind Hintialth`as the GreenRider prepared to make her hasty exit. The shy Rider was not a very talkative person. She had only done this to help out. She was not expected to stay and talk. Grabbing the things she was in charge of, she got on Hintialth and was gone quickly. Lynx, on the other hand, took her Riding helmet off and gave a sigh. Then a huge smile leaped to her fce as she grinned at each Weyrling. She remembered her time as a Weyrling. It only seemed fair, to her, that she would get to help with the test to the Weyrling of the Clutch that was born from Callistath, who had also Hatched at the same Clutch that Gneith had been in. It was a full circle for her.
Lio flashed Krys a smile as he gave her a thumbs up symbol. Now he just had to wait a bit longer for the feast before he would finally be able to hold her in his arms without fear or worry that they would get in trouble. And he knew Miki was dying to talk with Emith again, wanting to know how the Gray was and if her Zen was still in check. And since Lio and Miki were both Wingseconds, even if Krys was not in the same Wing with them, he could still help her on some Wing drills if she wanted. But that was Miki talk. Lio had other plans for Krys. Something nice and romantic.
T`kor and Embraeth touched down a little distance from the Weyrlings. He was pleased with Rayna. He knew that he had helped her some, and that thought made him pleased to know that she had passed. But it was all her doing. She had worked hard. She had practiced and practiced. T`kor had noticed that of his new friend. As for Embraeth, he was happy that all had passed, including the Queen. Typical Iron. Trying to make sure he was on the Queen`s good side so he would not feel her wrath at any time. In fact, the dragon went as far as to congratulate the Queen. Congratualtions, Couineth. I knew you would pass. You are a true Queen! How could you not! he said to her.
Tieler- 95- WINNER!
Samael- 94- WINNER!
Krysthanine- 93
Tasakhori- 93
Rayna- 93
D`ix- 92
Sonia- 92
Rosasharn- 91
Kela- 90
I'tier- 90
Catori- 90
N`at- 89
Ch'ko- 88- Did not post
Medusa- 88- Did not post
R'rasu- 88- Did not post
Myra- 88- Did not post
Rhea- 88- Did not post
K'coon- 88- Did not post
B'lor- 87- Did not post
Loto- 87- Did not post
Hat'ter- 87- Did not post
Lesa- 87- Did not post
Belphegor- 87- Did not post
E'ra- 86- Did not post
F'ix- 86- Did not post
Sayami- 86- Did not post
Toniiandra- 86- Did not post
Katheryne- 86- Did not post
Gaige- 85- Did not post
N'uel- 85- Did not post
M'tren- 85- Did not post
Xela- 85- Did not post
Wiiy- 85- Did not post
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