Chek
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Post by Chek on Jul 31, 2012 17:23:22 GMT -5
((OOC: I’m working on the assumption that, because of how late in the autumn all your little babies hatched, you’re all looking at 3-4 months old IC right now. IF YOU WANT, I CAN KEEP A RUNNING UPDATE OF HOW OLD I THINK YOUR BABIES ARE WHEN I POST LESSONS. If you’d like that, make a little note at the end of your post. This post is gonna be set RIGHT before Spring.
Also: Spectators are not considered critical to the lesson, so we'll move on shortly after all the Dawndancers post, regardless of which spectators get a post in.))
F’reki looked over the mess he’d made of one of the lower, unoccupied storerooms with pride. This room had attracted him for this exact activity because of it’s unique floor – the room was not only small, but the floor was sunken in about a foot, foot and a half, leaving only a narrow band around the edge of the room at the natural height of the rest of the hallway.
In short, perfect for a controlled, winter mud pit.
And a mud pit it was – he’d recruited enthusiastic wherbrats to pack buckets of dirt and water down to this room, resulting in a slurry of thick mud covering the bottom of the sunken floor. It was beautiful. It was perfect.
He was going to throw his darling little weyrlings into it.
Girieth, listening in from their weyr ledge, spread his wings and dropped down to the water’s edge, settling himself partially on a large boulder and snorting in anticipation. This would be entertaining, no doubt in his mind about that – they’d had to wait for a relatively warm day to pull this off, too – well, warm for winter. My little Dawndancers, come out! It’s time for a lesson! Dragons to me, humans to my F’reki, in the storerooms. Follow the glowbaskets with blue ribbons. Hurry!
Waiting patiently, F’reki allowed his Weyrlings time to report in, passing a few thoughts back and forth to his dragon, before Girieth perked up and broadcasted to the Weyr at large, Anyone is welcome to come watch this weryling lesson – it’s sure to be entertaining. You can join my F’reki in the storeroom, but he says the action will be moving to the Bowl.
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kireon
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Post by kireon on Jul 31, 2012 21:16:36 GMT -5
S'ea! Come now, the treasures can wait to be entertained, we must go to our lesson now! We simply can't be late, it wouldn't be appropriate![/i] Honestly, why he even tolerated the pitiful noises and irritatingly sharp teeth and pathetic claws from the little fuzzy treasures was something that Uth had never been able to figure out. Perhaps it was the way their eyes shone like glowstones at night, or the way they had an unusually comforting sound they made when they were content. Either way, the fuzzy treasures needed to stop distracting his weyrling from important duties!
S'ea, having just had a turn and a half old half-kitten, half-cat just sink her teeth into the fleshy part of his thumb with a squeal, winced at the pain and gave a bit of a low yelp. Sona, amber-green eyes widening in startled shock, flattened her ears and bounded away, peeking out from beneath his bed. Peru, the more gentle of the two, mewed a little, an inquisitive sound as he gently scratched the smaller male feline beneath the chin. Alright, get down to the lake then, you want to set a good example for the others. S'ea wasn't exactly sure why it was so important for Uth to be there amongt the first, if not the first, but he tried to do what would make the dragonet happy while not spoiling him at the same time.
He rose from the floor, brushing himself off and gave his dragon a pat on the snout as he headed out to the store rooms as well- and paused at the mentioning that others were welcome to join as spectators. ...Uth, be careful and listen very, very carefully to the instructions given to you. Something, just a little something in the back of his head whispered that things were going to get interesting in the same way that his mother had often made a number of situations.
But, surely, there wouldn't be another version of his mother running out there on Pern- and certainly not here, not in Dalibor.
There was a hesitant feeling coming through their bond, and he waited, patiently, as he made his way looking for the baskets with blue ribbons on them. What is it, Uth?
For a moment, the nearly disconcerting sensation of feeling his dragon shift his weight from one side to another in a blatant imitation of Nana's own little shuffle caught him off guard. Can you see if you can bring a blue ribbon back for me? It would look nice with my treasures. Nana has already given me a pink one, I need a blue one too.[/i] And many more colors at that, he needed all of the colors. He would have the most beautiful hoard in Dalibor Weyr- no, all of Pern. ...but he needed S'ea to help him with that, of course.
He scratched his head, wondering if Uth would ever break out of the collecting phase. I'll ask if you do well in your lesson today, alright? That'll be your reward. Should have thought of that before, S'ea thought to himself. Rewarding his dragon with the allowance of another treasure to be added to the growing collection of admittedly useless but pretty things Uth preferred to sleep curled around.
Barely a pause before the subking responded. Deal. I will be most excellent, S'ea, I expect you to be most excellent in your lessons as well.[/i] And silence as he found himself approaching the dragon on a large boulder. Not a pretty boulder, Uth decided after a long moment of studying it, and thus it could stay there. It wouldn't match his hoard.
S'ea entered the storerooms... and paused immediately at the sight in front of him. ...oh Faranth save us all. Mud. A lot of mud. He wasn't adverse to getting dirty, far from it, he would do the work as needed... but this... this just didn't seem like a bunch of weyrbrats secretly having a great time and needing to be cleaned up after. "...Weyrling S'ea reporting in, sir." He greeted F'reki after he'd managed to recover from the surprise. Wariness, and then suspicion he wished didn't feel so much like righteous paranoia began to creep up at an alarming rate.
This was going to be one interesting day, or he'd be a wherry's uncle.
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H'lios, there will be a lesson for the Weyrlings, we must attend![/i] Nelideth announced grandly to his rider. There were several moments of silence before the ice colored blue stuck his head into the room where his bonded had chosen to be for whatever unimportant task he was tending to. Sure enough, there His was, sitting there like a lump on a log, and pouring over something. Knocking him off the chair was rather tempting, but he didn't want to have the man end up being ridiculously clumsy and knocking his skull into the stone floor. That would just simply make him die of embarrassment, to say nothing of H'lios' response to such an incident.
H'lios, I am speaking to you! Do not ignore me, the consequences shall be dire if you are doing so, and you are perfectly aware of that! My weyrlings are having a lesson, we must attend and make sure they are doing nothing short of perfect![/i] More silence.
Oh, oh this was just unacceptable. Nelideth drew himself up as high and indignantly as he could before giving a short, but particularly piercing bugle.
"Shard you between, you needy spawn of a tunnelsnake and winged feline from the Red Star, what?" The black haired man snapped, slamming both palms down on the flat surface he'd been working on as he stood up to glare at the cross looking dragon. "Yes, there are Weyrlings having a lesson, no, I am not going out there to observe. They're in the beginning stages of weyrlinghood, not the end stage where I need to be scouting for more recuits for the wing."
If it were possible for a dragon to look more indignant than Nelideth, he'd be willing to purchase someone an entire case worth of Bendan wine to see it. We will go, and we will watch to see who is worth keeping an eye on for the future.[/i] Icy blue eyes locked with yellow-orange. Do not make me talk to Akanith's and have him give you the exact order to do so. You have been enjoying too much paperwork, you must leave the Weyr at some point. Now is as good of time as any, if not better.[/i]
There were times having an equally intelligent and manipulative bastard of a dragon proved to be an excessive pain in the ass, and this was one of them. "You are entirely too much like your rider, I suggest you stop before it gets too creepy." He muttered angrily in the general direction of the dragon, carefully rearranging his work and storing it properly for him to return to. Shrugging into appropriate clothing for the weather, he pulled himself on to Nelideth's back and allowed the blue to walk out on to the ledge of their weyr.
The blue fussed, he wished to be closer- and would do such when the rest of them arrived. He was looking forward to this. You only now see our similarities, H'lios? Here I believed you were truly an exceptional man when I chose you, how wrong I was.[/i] He retorted in response, knowing very well that it'd been a backhanded compliment if he'd ever heard one before.
Shut up and watch the lesson.
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Post by Gray on Aug 1, 2012 5:10:35 GMT -5
It seems that there is a weyrling lesson going on. I was wondering if you would, um, like to watch... for a little? He tacked on the last part, his words cautious. He wasn't always so wary around his. But lately, well E'kiel had been odd lately. He wondered if it had to do with the threadfall. Aldebarath had managed to catch a bit of thread on one wing a bit ago, adding a fresh line of scaring above the already tattered sail ends. Ever since, E'kiel had seemed withdrawn, which was odd for the boy. But today? There was no threadfall, and Aldebarath had almost all but forgotten about the pain.
When the young man didn't answer, the black nudged him a bit. He hadn't done much but sit and stroke Rose of Seek. Even Rhapsody had gotten in on the cuddling. But Aldebarath had been pushed away a bit. They hadn't even spoke much. It made the black nervous. The nudge seemed to rouse him though. Green whirled into his eyes when E'kiel's blue eyes met his.
Did you hear? I can repeat if needed. It wasn't patronizing or sarcastic. Aldebarath really wanted to help.
E'kiel had heard, he had heard it all. Eyes flicked to the dragon's left wing for a moment before going back to his face.
“No, I got it. Yea, we can go if you want.” It was only now that he had noticed how concerned the black was. Normally brownish-black hide was a bit dingy and dull. It was obvious the dragon had been stressed. He felt awful. First he let Aldebarath get hurt, and now he was making him sick. Teeth bit into his bottom lip, hard enough to cause a jolt of pain. He really was the worst rider. Standing, he set Seek down and placed a hand on Aldebarath's wide muzzle.
“We'll go watch them, spend some time together.” He gave his bonded a weak smile before combing on his back.
Overjoyed to have E'kiel back, Aldebarath bound to the ledge and took off. He was awkward on land, but in the sky he felt as graceful as ever. Thick, sinuous form curving, wings cutting through the air. It was better than almost any other feeling in the world. Seeing Girieth, he bugled a greeting as they descended on the lake, claws digging deep into the earth as he landed.
Hello Girieth. We have come to watch, if youum, don't mind of course. He didn't want to step on toes. But really, right now he didn't care too much. He had his back to somewhat normal.
E'kiel patted Aldebarath and slipped from his back, giving a wave to the older blue.
I'm sorry Aldebarath. I shouldn't have got into such an emotional mire. He had barely finished his sentence before waves of warmth and adoration washed over him. He was forgiven ten times over.
Do not do it again, ok? I missed you. Was all the black said before he trotted over to join the blue. Aldebarath's nerves could take a hike. Today, he didn't care, he couldn't be nervous.
E'kiel followed S'ea, wondering if the man was a Weyrling, despite being older than himself. He thought he might be, though the last hatching was a blur for him. That first glance of the store room stopped him dead. A wide grin curled on his lips and he couldn't help but let out a wheezing laugh.
“Oh no, you didn't.” He could only imagine how many weyrbrats it took to make this mucky mess.
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Post by Azhdarchid on Aug 1, 2012 12:19:31 GMT -5
Eku'a ran his fingers through the dangling ribbons lining his path, then sidled into the room he'd been called to. He put his hands in the pockets of his winter coat as he looked over the controlled sludge, then tilted his head at Se'a before issuing his opinion:
"Neat."
The blackweyrling untied his belt and stripped his coat, stuffing it in a handy fissure on the storeroom wall. He set down beside the pit and stripped his boots, followed by his socks, and jammed his bare feet into the moist dirt. After a wiggling assessment with his toes, he pursed his lips up at F'reki. "Isn't this sort of thing supposed to be heated?" he asked, without giving any indication of what sort of thing he thought was going on. His eyes dropped away from the bluerider's as he ground the heel of his palm against one side of his jaw, but then he smiled back up, a good little pupil ready for molding.
Alternath loped away from his bondmate after Eku'a entered the tunnel. By the time he reached Girieth, the run had turned trot, and he almost stopped on the mark except that his tail snuck under his feet, and he tripped to a landing beside Uth. He got up, greeted the purple with a polite Good day to you, complete non-relation![/i] and then ducked his head to the ground and began rubbing his snout against the rock. He got into the action a bit, rocking his whole body from side to side while he awaited instruction.
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Halventh shot out of his lounging at Girieth's warm pronouncement. The younger blue clattered his jaws together and resumed his graceful posing, but prodded his rider in the place of actually taking action.
He's taking attention off of me.
You're not even Blooded that close to Couineth.
Huh?
L'xon was non-responsive, and when Halventh tracked down why, he was left aghast. You're going?
I heard some interesting things about the Weyrlingmaster's methods. He sounds...interesting.
Halventh actually listened closely to this explanation, but flicked his tongue at the conclusion.
Wow, how interesting, he quibbled back, hurt. But no matter! Girieth wanted everybody to look at him? He had seduced away even Halventh's own lifemate with his fiery dance of words? Well, Halventh could turn it all to his own advantage. Leaping off the Bowl floor, he fluttered back down just off to Girieth's right, somewhat behind him so he could not be counted as actively interfering with the lesson. Once there, he assumed his stretched pose, cocking one wing open and presenting his nose in profile to the gawky little Weyrling dragons...and any other spectators that happened to show.
You should ask Rennin if she wants to come look- if she isn't busy with her own lessons, that is. L'xon had been searching for ways to incur the girl's favor again, and as he entered the storeroom, he knew it had to be memorialized in crude stone paints.
No.
As L'xon took a seat along the edge, he bowed his head respectfully to the oldest man in the room, who could only be Weyrlingmaster F'reki. His silver beard was pleasantly authoritative, especially compared to the two young men he was already presiding over. He smiled at E'kiel, recognizing the more senior Weyrling easier than the rest, and waved him over. Lex had discovered a prime piece of real estate in the tiny room, unlikely to be in the pit's splash zone.
Roused by the Firefinder's presence, a blob of mud crawled out of the pit and oozed toward him. L'xon's face fell, but the blob moved so slowly that its dirty casing mostly dripped off by the time it was halfway to him. Drm, it cried pitifully. It had been sleeping, then stuffed in a bucket for some reason, and now it was here choking under the mud.
L'xon sat up straight, eyeing the grey creature.
"No way," he said, waving his arms in front of himself to warn her off. Lexy's antennae quivered, but the blond shook his head sharply. She turned around slowly and returned to the mud pool with a dejected gurgle.
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Post by Cathaline on Aug 1, 2012 12:51:09 GMT -5
There was absolutely nothing in this world that Day'ar wanted less than to watch weyrlings mud wrestling. Therefore, it was highly unfortunate that business just happened to take him to this particular storeroom.
"You're sure you saw him in here?" he asked, peeking his head in. Serah babbled to him. Yes, she'd followed her new littlebig brother in here all right, and he was causing so much trouble! Scrambling down to the mud, she paused to greet the dejected little Lexy, and then rooted through the mud until she finally plucked a tiny infant black from the mess and carried him back.
Again blinked owlishly up at Day'ar, slowly waggling his legs until Serah put him down. He'd been trying to paint a crown on himself, but he was too small and he'd fallen in. Day'ar sighed heavily. "Now you're both a mess. What's going on in here, anyway?" Glancing about, he spotted L'xon and shuffled over to him, tentatively sliding in just behind him where he could hide. "What's all this about? Also, do you have a handkerchief or twenty?" He gave a helpless gesture to his very dirty pillies. Thank goodness Starfall wasn't here, at least. That would really turn this into a catastrophe.
This is the weyrling lesson,[/i] Ambrith said, radiating intense disapproval even from his own weyr.
"Oh. Oh. Oh, I don't want to be here," Day'ar said, with sudden panic.
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Lan
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Post by Lan on Aug 3, 2012 18:55:28 GMT -5
|| ooc: YESCHEK. AGE UPDATES ALL THE THINGS. <3
L'and, my boy. We have a lesson to attend to! Direth stood up straight and shook himself off, glancing over at his rider to accompany him. When L'and showed no signs of moving, the blue walked over to him and nudged him softly with his snout. If we do not hurry, we shall be late. L'and sighed and tipped over his top where it was spinning. He picked it up and tossed it onto his bed, not wanting it to get lost in any of the shenanigans their Weyrlingmaster might have them up to. After that he had done a once-around look of his room he proceeded out the door and into the hall, Direth following after him.
Is that what you're wearing? Direth inquired, To a lesson taught by our superiors?
"Yeah... is wrong with it?" L'and asked, slightly nervous as he looked himself over. They were work clothes, nothing fancy. They were appropriate for getting scuffed up or dirtied.
Nothing. Direth held his head high and continued strutting forward on ahead and through the main entrance of the Weyrlings Barrack. I suppose it is adequate. I must go on now to the Bowl. Your lesson is in the storerooms. Good day. The blue moved on ahead and made a straight-shot toward where his fellow blue, Girieth, was waiting. As L'and watched his dragon go, he had a sudden bout of intense loneliness. Direth had become his champion and his friend, despite his competitive tendencies. Being without the blue made him feel rather vulnerable.
He continued down the path outlined by the blue ribbons until he came to the mud pit where Eku'a and Se'a were already there. Upon seeing the pit his heart sank into his stomach and he had to swallow to restore it to its rightful place. Oh no, he thought miserably, My sister's going to whoop me for sure.
Meanwhile, Direth had made his way to Girieth. He noticed Uth and Alternath already there and rumbled a challenge. Direth is here, reporting for duty. I shall work as hard as I can! He stood up straighter, trying to accent his larger size from his rival brother, Alternath.
"Stresakorth! You're letting her escape!" Lillis exclaimed as one of the two recent cats they had adopted started wandering toward the door. Two cats they had found and Lillis had decided that would be one for each of them, especially after the pink took such a liking to the calico cat with the dumb look on its face. It was that one, of course, that had taken to wandering aimlessly and getting lost. Lillis' cat, named Brain, had seemed to have a keen sense of direction and primarily liked to scowl at people from whatever place she happened to take to sitting and watching.
Oh no! Pinky! Come back! Stresakorth crouched and crawled on her belly after the little thing, but Lillis got to her first. Put her in front of me! I want to see!
The cat was dutifully placed in front of Stresakorth, who lowered her long head down in front of the cat to stare at her fervently. Pinky, as the cat had been named, merely stared back at the pink star on the dragon's head without response. You should not run away, little Pinky. This is your home and you should not run away from your home. Delicately Stresakorth lifted the kitten by the scruff of her neck and carried her to the bed where she was then promptly sat down. You shall stay here and then when we return I shall give you a treat.
"Return?" Lillis asked haughtily.
Yes, LillisMine. We have a lesson. We must go to it, LillisMine, and be careful.
"You coulda told me sooner!" Lillis shouted, indignant as she slammed her boots on. Stresakorth shrank down to the ground and curled her tail around her eyes. As soon as Lillis had her boots on she ran out the door, shouting back, "C'mon! Do you know where we're going?"
The pink bounded after her, saying nothing of the guilt she felt for having been distracted from her job of telling her rider about Girieth's message. You go to storerooms, I go to Girieth in the Bowl. Oh, I do not want to go! Will you come with me, LillisMine?
"I can't, Stresakorth. I have to go. You'll be fine, though. I promise. See you later!" Lillis ran off, leaving the pink to quietly slink off in the direction of Girieth. She took her place quietly among her three peers, keeping her distance from Uth and trying to remain as unnoticeable as possible.
Lillis made her way to the room where their lesson was to be held fairly quickly and her eyes brightened as she saw the very large mud pit. "Oh, wow! Look at all that mud. Are we going to do something with it, Weyrlingmaster, sir?" The excited expression she held very clearly showed that she certainly wanted to do something with it, whether it was their lesson for the day or not.
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Chek
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Post by Chek on Aug 3, 2012 20:22:43 GMT -5
Rennin, escorted by her trio of canines, scuttled through the lower tunnels, Caramia clutched in her arms and directing her bonded with gentle waggles of her antenna and forelegs. They, like Day’ar before them, were looking for Again – and Day’ar too, if he happened to be in the same place – because she’d finally found a compound of paint that would stick on a pillie for more than a few hours, evidenced by the gleaming silvery-white spirals decorating Mia’s pink carapace.
She owed a tiny black pillie a crown, after all. Mia had spotted the recently hatched black, evidently, and was now leading her human to him, though Rennin had a bad feeling she knew where they were going when she ended up following the trail of blue ribboned glow baskets in the wake of on the of the youngest current weyrlings.
Sure enough, she was lead into a room with…a mud pit. She recoiled instinctively from the horrid mess, but spotted her target. What Day’ar was doing in the middle of this muddy mess, she couldn’t fathom, but there he was, tucked in beside L’xon. She got Timor and Vigilance to stay outside the room, laying in a large furry heap, and then edged into the room, skirting around the weyrlings and quickly moving to join Day’ar and L’xon, Beliori at her heels.
“Lo,” she whispered as she settled against the wall beside them, watching the mud with trepidation, “We’re going to get dirty, aren’t we? And oh, Day’ar – I have the paint for Again, finally.” Caramia waggled her legs at Serah and Again, murbling soft greetings, and then wiggled loose and joined the black and green, scraping mud off them delicately – after all, it was obvious the mud was a problem, and Mia was here to fix it.
Bel, disinterested in the antics of the pillies, instead shifted her gaze to the mud, considering. She was a good girl, and good girls did not go In The Mud without permission. Or extenuating circumstances. Lexy, in the mud, was an extenuating circumstance.
Beliori was a devoted student of Starfall, after all, and reacted to Lexy’s presence by leaping into the mud and wallowing, with difficulty, to the gray pillie. She then proceeded to climb atop the gray and attempt to trample her – though considering the size of the canine, her efforts would likely not bear much fruit.
But it was what Starfall would have wanted, if she’d been here.
Rennin just clamped her hands over her face and began apologizing to L’xon for her canine assaulting his pillie.
F'reki, now that all his little Weyrlings had arrived, coughed for attention and began.
“Indeed you are, Lillis! Welcome to the mud pit, Dawndancers. I hope you’re ready to get a bit dirty.” F’reki grinned wickedly at the line of his weyrling class, shifting his weight between his feet and ignoring, for the most part, the scattered spectators, though he did cast a wary glance over at the pillies and canine on the one side of the pit. He’d have to talk to the weyrbrats about not kidnapping the things, wouldn’t he?. “Today, we’re going to play a…game. A game that is going to test you and your dragon’s ability to coordinate while doing separate things, in separate places. And Eku’a, warm mud is for weaklings.”
“I’ll give you the rundown of the rules of this little game,” F’reki held up a handful of stones in one hand, each a different color – red, blue, black and yellow, “I’m going to throw these stones into the mud in just a moment, and you will go in after them. Each color has a different point value. Yellow is four, and you’ll notice there is only one of them, black is three, and there are only two, red is two points, and there are three of them, and of course, four blues stones, worth one point each.”
As he spoke, F’reki lobbed the stones of each color into the mud pit as he got to them, making sure to spread them around a bit, but avoiding pelting the pets in the mud with them. “All four of you are going into the pit after a stone – and once you get one, you’re to bring it out and reach into this bucket beside me,” F’reki kicked the bucket at his feet causally, “And get out a scrap of hide with a clue on it. A simple clue, don’t worry. You will them tell your dragon the clue, and they will follow it in order to get their own colored stone. Meanwhile, you’ll all be running – following the directions on your wherhide, you’ll be running through the Weyr, getting green ribbons from three specific places listed on your clue. From there, you will meet up with your dragon, and you both will run to Girieth. First place gets four points, second gets three, and so forth.”
Outside, Girieth echoed the direction to the youngling dragons, reinforcing the rules to them, and fighting the urge to gather them up and cuddle them – so tiny! So adorable!.
F’reki smiled pleasantly at the line of weyrlings, “This contest is to decide who will be the first “Wingleader” of your class. You’ll all get a chance, but your points will decide the order you go in. Wingleader will be first place, overall, Wingsecond obviously second, and then third and fourth will be Wingriders to start. Additionally, when we start flying, Whoever is Wingleader at the time will be my Wingsecond, and the Wingsecond will be my Wingthird. I’ll tell you more later on. Oh, and the last two places get to clean up all the mud. Motivation, my darlings!”
F’reki stretched, flexing his back in eagerness for the start of the show. “In the meantime….get in that mud!”
((OOC: Rules:
Hop into the mud! Wrassle! PM after you post and I’ll draw a random color for you to find, and your random clue on where your dragon will find their stone (good location guesses will be considered successful as well as the right guesses), along with the color of it, and then the three places you have to get a ribbon from. Then meet up with your dragon IC and RACE TO THE FINISH. I’ll decide winners based on your posts.
Feel free to plot and plan with each other on stuff to happen during the event. Will Eksy walk over the fallen bodies of his fellow weyrlings to find the yellow stone? With Lillis use her brother as a mudsled in order to win the race? WHO KNOWS?))
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Lan
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Post by Lan on Aug 3, 2012 21:47:39 GMT -5
Lillis grinned as well, her own impish quality quickly approaching that of her Weyrlingmaster's. Ready to get dirty, he said? That was all she ever really wanted to do! The mud suddenly became the battleground of consummate glory. As F'reki told them the rules and tossed in the stones she could barely keep herself still enough to listen. That yellow stone was hers. She'd go between before she would let anyone else take it from her! The young girl settled into a competitive stance, keeping an ear on F'reki as she prepared herself to run to the mud the moment the whistle was blown. She totally had this. It was in her blood. Her very bones seemed to vibrate with excitement.
L'and, meanwhile, was simply petrified. With each step-by-step instruction his heart sank further into the pit of his stomach. Oh, no. Lillis would pulverize him for sure! Direth's mental presence seemed far away, but the blue was aware of his bonded's trepidations. We will win this, L'and. Get in there and fight, and we will emerge victorious! How an infant could be so eloquent and self-confident, L'and had no idea. But he prepared himself all the same. He avidly listened to the directions, trying to remember every step. Maybe the others wouldn't pay attention, but he would certainly learn as much as he could about everything! Maybe, then, he and Direth would stand a chance.
Upon F'reki's signal, L'and moved toward the pit. Lillis, however, was faster. She pushed past him, sending him flying face-first into the mud as she dove right on past to slide on her belly. Her tiny hands groped into the murky muck, reaching where she thought the yellow rock had fallen in order to claim it as her own. It was meant to be hers, after all. Mud flew everywhere as she dug and scraped and scrabbled, searching tirelessly and eagerly until she finally laid hands on one of the stones. Which one, however, was yet to be seen.
L'and pushed himself up from his muddy bath, spitting some of the bitter dirt-water out of his mouth. well, this was highly unfortunate. He wiped his face with little effect, only to have more mud piled on from the scrambling of his sister. He raised his hands before his face, trying to block some of the mud from hitting him. All he really managed to do, however, was fall over backward. Just as he fell, though, he felt a round, solid object hit his back. The blue weyrling let out an unwitting squeal, then quickly flipped over and pulled the stone from its damp resting place.
S'in watched on, taking some amusement at the sight of weyrlings scrambling in the mud for nothing other than common stones. Nemeth watched through his eyes and approved the methods of the Weyrlingmaster. This is the best way, S'in; she commented when she felt him reject her approval, The strongest and most cunning will prevail, regardless of color, gender, or size. It is the most fair. Silently, S'in noted that underneath Nemeth's words of equality she took pleasure in watching a battle as well and he allowed himself a smirk.
Maybe we'll find future Wingseconds for when we are Wingleaders? S'in finally spoke to Nemeth, who in turn snorted derisively.
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Post by kireon on Aug 3, 2012 22:40:02 GMT -5
He'd been wrong.
Terribly, terribly wrong.
The Weyrlingmaster was in league with that woman, he knew it. He just knew it. A game that involved a massive mud pit, one that was apparently cold on top of it. Somewhere, deep inside, he remembered something about the man and his dragon. Something about the two of them having gotten on someone's bad side... Waroth's? Maybe? Maybe, that sounded right, the red was usually angry about something, or someone. Those stones were going into the mud and- yep, so were they. Shards. At least he hadn't worn good clothes that day. We're going to end up in the baths after this, Uth. His dragon didn't bother to respond. Figures.
Not only would they end up in the baths after this, they'd end up in a second bath as a result of having to clean up the entire weyr they would be running through in order to get the three ribbons... if he wound up in the last two places. He sighed, inwardly, steeling himself for the struggle ahead and prepared himself as best he could. Gray eyes narrowed, trying to figure out where exactly he wanted to get a stone from.
...not that he'd just let those in the last two places clean the weyr alone. He'd pitch in even if he did win. Stupid responsibility, why did it have to come in so strong?
If your thoughts are to go by, S'ea, it's because of your dame that you are so responsible and upright. It's another good quality about you, you know. Now, make haste and fetch the stones, I will try and get the same color and it will look nice in my treasures.[/i] Uth suddenly broke in, hoping his would be the first so they would be praised and considered valueable. ...and because he wanted the green ribbons too.
And so, into the mud he went. Foot deep mud was harder to slog through than he'd initially though, he frowned, stumbling and nearly pitching face-first into the mess. Easy does it. He thought, going toward the middle of the slop, and toward the left. There were stones that way, or so he thought. Every couple of slurpy, muddy steps, he turned his head just over his shoulder- just to make sure E'kua or one of the siblings wasn't about to just jump him for laughs and slow him down. Going down on one knee, he rummaged around, feeling something round and plucked it up to take back to the bucket.
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Post by Azhdarchid on Aug 4, 2012 12:41:50 GMT -5
Eku'a yawned as the two brattiest-looking specimens in the class leapt into action. He did not move at all as they scrambled for their stones, and waited for them to leave the pool before he got to his feet and sidled in. He noticed S'ea tugging up something from the murk, and moved closer.
Regardless of what the dolphineer had wanted out of his venture, something unintended scooted under his advancing feet. It was just slightly rounded, slippery, and completely obscured in mud. The pool bubbled when he stepped on it, but that wasn't Eku'a's concern. See, his hands had been in his pockets, and in no position to balance him when the upset foot slipped out from under him. He toppled forward, right into the kneeling S'ea, getting his arms loose just in time to flail them around helplessly at the purpleweyrling.
After a time, he twitched to life, pulling his face out of the mud. He looked over the other young man.
"Gee, I didn't think we'd be getting to know each other this well so early in the lessons," he wheezed, spidery hand stretching out to shove S'ea away. There was a bubbly glob on the surface of the mud between them. "Oh, did you drop something?" Eku'a picked it up, and was rewarded with a hard surface when he squeezed the mud off it. He smirked at S'ea, then jogged over to the Weyrlingmaster with his prize.
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"You're a wingrider, and I am almost the same," L'xon observed as he pulled one clean cloth from his belt. He pushed it behind him into Day'ar's arm, then corrected his course and landed it against the viridianrider's palm. "So you're definitely safe from him." He gestured at F'reki, but his mouth was pushing at a sympathetic frown. He knew the old bluerider had probably been stuck on this detail to provide an outlet for energies that might otherwise go to kidnapping, but had forgotten that not just Rennin, but Day'ar too had been his victim.
Still, he doubted even Day'ar would take the incident back now that he had Ambrith.
He gave Again a sidelong look, but not a single comment, and his gaze was soon drawn to the tiny creeper of a girl sliding in beside them. "Hey," he answered breathily, and when Rennin began chatting up the man hiding behind him, L'xon settled on watching the actual lesson. Lexy gushed out from one corner of the pool and lay there twitching. Beliori's trampling had been all well and natural, but during a daring escape attempt from it, something much heavier had stomped her good.
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Post by Rappu on Aug 4, 2012 13:42:33 GMT -5
M'dag was limping in the storerooms. He needed some leather to fix Moruluth's harness, and then he had tripped over some coal and now his foot ached. At least it wasn't the foot he had broken months ago; that would've been really incredibly worrying.
M'dag, M'dag, there's something fun outside! The new weyrlings are having a lesson! I'll go watch the dragonets and you can watch the weyrlings! Barahath's cheerful rumble interrupted the lad's worried thoughts. "Oh, come on, Barahath. We have work to do and you know that!" Day'ar and others are there too. You can go play with him while I'll see if there are any sweet little princesses out there...M'dag could practically hear the hearts in Barahath's words, and he sighed. The purple was more concerned with female dragons than actual work, no matter the situation.
At least it would be nice to talk with Day'ar.
Slipping into the storeroom, M'dag located Day'ar quickly. He was relieved to see Starfall wasn't there, and he snuck next to L'xon, Day'ar and the pile of pillies. "Um, hi. D'you, wh-, know what's going on here?" He waved nervously at the two and grinned, gave Lexy a little pat - the pathetic pillie pancake definitely had his approval - and glanced nervously at the mud pit. Poor little Weyrlings. At least their lessons hadn't been as crazy. You could drown in mud! Or slip, and crack your skull, or catch a cold, or any number of worrisome things.
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Post by Cathaline on Aug 7, 2012 23:58:14 GMT -5
"Oh, this is bad, this is not good, this is very not good," Day'ar chanted to himself, trying to hide himself behind L'xon's frame even more. His palm closed around the clean cloth, but fortunately, before he actually had to use it, Rennin arrived with his saviour: Caramia. Day'ar offered the girl a smile, though it was a bit sickly considering the position they were in.
Again accepted Caramia's cleaning with obvious delight. This was exactly how a king deserved to be treated, after all; it was no less than he expected, and he recognised Rennin as the one who knew how to make his crown appear. Day'ar was his person, but Rennin ran a close second in terms of the favoured ones. It was Serah who wandered away to comfort Lexy, babbling in her ear. This quickly turned into running commentary on the state of the mudfight.
Day'ar only half-listened to the rules, and covered his eyes so he wouldn't get any flying mud in them as the brawl began. How horrible to pit those two tiny children against their much older comrades this way! "What if he decides to use us as bait?" he squeaked, sounding less like a wingrider by the minute. You could drown in a mud pit like this. His head cocked to the side at the sound of another friend's voice.
Serah tried to answer M'dag's question, but quite apart from speaking in pillie, she seemed to be going into entirely too much detail. Day'ar's response was short and succint. "Their weyrlingmaster is trying to kill them," he said, unknowingly echoing his friend's thoughts. "I only came here to rescue Again, and now I can't leave." Clearly, if he attempted to sidle away, he would slip and fall into the mud in the chaos. The only solution was to hide here with his friends until the weyrlings went away.
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Post by Chek on Aug 8, 2012 14:32:16 GMT -5
Rennin crouch down, back tightly against the wall to keep herself as far from the edge of the mud pit as possible, and motioned Caramia forward – she came, nudging along Again before her as Rennin pulled out a brush and a small vial wrapped in a moistened cloth.
Once he was in her reach, she swiped the little black’s forehead carapace to take off the drying saliva left by Mia’s cleaning, then quickly uncorked the vial, dipping in the brush. “Hold still, now,” She murmured to her friend’s pillie, counting more on Mia to make sure he obeyed than her own words.
Luckly, the crown shape was a very simple thing to paint, and with how small Again was it was more a challenge to make sure that the crown didn’t smudge. She leaned down to blow gently on the paint, needing the heat from her breath to make sure it set, but then sat back, pleased.
“He should be set for….oh my,” in her pillie-appeasing distraction, she’d missed the bulk of F’reki’s instructions, and the start of the mud fight. She flinched in horror at the flailing, muddy, horrible mess, looking away…only to sigh deeply to see that Bel had settled down against her thigh, covering her leg in mud.
Leave it to the kidnapper to think up something like this.
Said kidnapper was laughing his rump off. This lesson was already more entertaining than he’d dared to imagine, and already it looked like most of his weyrlings had found something, just from the changes in their muddy flailing.
“Come now, weyrlings! Come find out what color stone you’ve gotten, and get your clue for the next stage. Hurry, remember! This is a race, too!”
He scooped up the bucket in one hand, and lifted a previously hidden dish in the other, a shallow bowl filled with water, and took a few quick steps to the door, standing beside it with his bowl and bucket held out like offerings for his weyrlings.
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Post by Gray on Aug 9, 2012 2:44:51 GMT -5
He just couldn't believe it. Mud. His class had never done anything so outlandish... or fun. He smiled to L'xon and got a bit closer, though he did not mind a bit of mud. He didn't even mind a moderate amount of mud, but this promised to be a whole loy of mud. He listened as the wyrlingmaster explained the rules of this lesson... game... thing. He still couldn't wrap his head around it with out bursting into a grin.
I am quite um, glad that this uh, wasn't our lesson. The black did not like the idea of his rider coated in mud. No. The boy was already too messy. Aldebarath did like to be clean. Dirt was so... Dirty. The dragon siddled back a bit from the others, but kept a wary eye on the weyrlings. No, he didn't want them to cover him in mud too.
E'kiel was a bit busy dodging little globs of mud, so he didn't have much answer for Aldebarath. Scrambli ng away from flailing, muddy limbs and grime coated weyrlings, E'kiel stumbled back with little care. So little care that he slipped in a glob of mud and went tumbling. Tumbling right into one of the other spectators.
“Thorry! Thorry!” The boy squeaked in a rather unmanly fashion. But he didn't care much about many pretense. No. For a moment, a bit of Aldebarath had seemed to leak in and he was too worried about hurting others. E'kiel backed away, with his hands in front of him, his eyes wide and darting back and forth.
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Post by kireon on Aug 12, 2012 0:12:33 GMT -5
He'd just gotten his hand around the pebble when something completely unexpected happened. And by completely unexpected, he meant being facedown in the mud pressed all the way up nearly to his ears with a weight on him. Pushing up, losing grip on the stone as a result, he wiped the muck out of his face and squinted a bit, gray eyes peering out of a thickly caked brown face at the familiar form of... Eku'a. Somehow, something about it being him being the source of weight didn't surprise him in the least.
So, naturally, the joke was met with a hard-to-tell-if-joking-or-if-serious response out of the blonde. "I thought dinner and a moonlit stroll along the lake came before the mudwrestling." He replied solemnly, wiping muck off his lips and nose. Unsurprised, again, at the way the weyrling jetted off with his stone, Se'a sighed inwardly and shook his head, going for the final stone and rummaged until he found it.
Next round, he thought to himself, next round he'd figure some way to get Eku'a back for that- all in the name of good natured fun, of course. The other weyrling had proved himself clever by far, so it'd be a nice, entertaining challenge and a good deal of fun there besides.
Hopefully, Uth was having a bit more luck than his weyrling was at the moment, Se'a thought to himself and he waded his way back to his eccentric weyrlingmaster for the next part of the task.
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Post by Azhdarchid on Aug 12, 2012 13:41:50 GMT -5
"As long as you make it up to me later," Eku'a said as he stepped out of the pit, throwing a wink over his shoulder at Se'a. If it was a contest as to who would blink first, the two Weyrbreds were probably going to end up in a stalemate. When Eku'a shifted back around, he found himself face-to-face with F'reki. "Why hello Weyrlingmaster!" he cheered, raising his hand so Se'a could glimpse the smooth black pebble in it before he delivered it to F'reki. In the same dip he swiped a piece of wherhide from the bucket, standing in the same spot and blocking access to the 'Master while he read it.
Go to the waterfall.
What was the clue? Alternath responded, nearly swelling in place at the intrigue.
It's easy. Just go there.
The black dragonet deflated, but scampered off toward the falls at the northern end of the Bowl. He arrived at the steep edge of the waterfall basin, then peeked over into the swirling pool.
It does not seem like the Weyrlingmaster would require me to drown to retrieve the stone.
Probably not. Eku'a folded the wherhide scrap into his pocket and ran for the infirmary.
Alternath lingered, watching foam slosh against the edges of the pool, then lifted his head and crept across the bridge to the Candidates' tunnel. It wove behind the falls. He tipped a step down the natural stair, then caught himself and continued down to where the mist rolled in through a gap in the wall.
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Oh. It was the muddy part that bothered Day, not so much the crazed Weyrlingmaster. Or maybe it was both. L'xon looked over briefly at the gathering of pillies and other pets, the corner of his lip tugging down before he returned his attention to the mud squabble. He had chosen this location for its mud-free qualities, so at least Day'ar only had to contend with imagined fears.
Except when a wriggling projectile of mud (with human bits beneath) tumbled towards them. L'xon sat up, then lashed his arm around both his friends, pulling himself in-between them and the terror just in time for E'kiel to collide soundly with his torso.
"It's fine," he muttered, looking down at the globs of dirt on his tunic as the blackrider flinched away. For some reason he tried to brush the mud off, and only succeeded in decorating his fingertips. He glanced up at E'kiel with a halfhearted smile. "It's okay." Noticing the departure of the last Junior Weyrling, he made an all-clear signal over his shoulder at Day'ar and Rennin. Rennin might have been a lost cause mud-wise, but that was her own fault. "They're gone. We can escape now."
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Post by Rappu on Aug 16, 2012 15:03:20 GMT -5
M'dag flinched at the brawl between Se'a and Eku'a, and squeaked as L'xon hurled himself between the group and E'kiel. He was less upset about the dirt itself - the fight was the worse part, and the fact that they were fighting in mud only made it, well, worse. M'dag disliked all kinds of fights, brawls and wrestlings intensely. They only served to make people hurt, and then everyone would pile up on him because he couldn't hit very well...
"Uh, Ren-Rennin, um, d'you want..." He thrusted a big hankerchief at the blueweyrling. "'S okay, I'm not, I mean, I haven't been in the mud and all." He glanced at Rennin's leg and raised his eyebrows a little.
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Barahath flitted around. He wanted to see the dragon side of the race. And possibly, just possibly some cute little thing he could flirt with. Or something to prank. He flew smoothly, confidently, and circled towards the waterfall as he spotted Alternath there. A black, so not very interesting in the flirting department... He thought about playing a prank on the dragonet for a moment, but decided against it. It wouldn't be fair to interfere with a competition.
Instead, he perched near the waterfall and flopped down with his inborn elegance. Alternath apparently survived well on his own, but surely there would be other little dragonets he could help.
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