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Post by matsi on Dec 12, 2011 15:48:46 GMT -5
((sorry this is a bit over due, but here goes))
Catori inhaled deeply and stretched as she sat with Koketeth, alone for just a few more minutes.
Excited, CatoriMine? Koketeth crooned warmly to Hers. Catori simply shrugged and stood up from her sitting position and wandered in a circle. She had chosen a spot on the edge of the bowl, where they could stay out of the way still. Oh, what a task this was. She couldn’t believe that they had trusted her with this. She had barely made it through weyrling hood herself, and here she was, teaching the newest group, though small, to be the next riders.
Oh, mine, we will do fine! Besides, this should make X’mor proud. And think of all the attention the males will give me! The flirtatious green hummed as she too stood and stretched.
”Fine. Call them here,” Catori said with a slight tinge of nervousness to her tone. Koketeth warbled happily and stretched her mind to their new students, well the dragon half of them.
Come, FireFinders! Come the hatchlings of my clutch sister! It is time for lessons now! Being late or tardy will not be tolerated! Koketeth let a bit of a growl taint her last words, but otherwise, her mind voice stayed light and happy. She was excited. In her mind, it was as if they were proving themselves, and it was a nice way to get the boys!
The pair waited in silence now, waiting for each of the weyrlings. Catori was just going over her plan. Actually, the game. She remembered occasionally playing games in her weyrlinghood, so that was what she was planning for today. An ice-breaker. Yes, that was what it was. A nice game to get them all comfortable with each other.
Finally, when all six of them were present, she smiled at them and inhaled deeply.
”Good morning, Weyrlings!” she started as she looked each person and dragonet over.
”I am Catori, and this is Koketeth,” Koketeth let out a loud croon and raised her head proudly as she basked in their sights.
”Now, I am just going to jump right to the point. We are going to do a few icebreakers today. Fun, right?” she smiled again, her blueish gaze glistening with joy and confidence now.
”First, I want you to each state something about yourself and your name. Then, Aylina will be “it” first.” she smiled warmly at the young tan rider, more of just happy to be allowed to single people out for prizes, or humiliation.
”This is a game I grew up with called Whers and HerdBeasts. You will all stand on this line…” she proceeded to drag her heel in the dirt, making a long line in front of everyone but Aylina.
”And when I say “go”, the goal is to get to the other line that Koketeth is drawing now, without the “Wher” tagging you. The moment she tags you, you are also a wher. Then, I will say go again, and you will have to run back to this line without being tagged and so on. The last “Herdbeast” kicking will win,” She smiled happily, proud of her game choice.
”So, line up, and I will tell you something about myself, then you will just go down the line from there. As I said, I am Catori, and this is Koketeth, and I have three pillies named Onyx, Bennett and Bear.”
I am Koketeth and your clutch mother is my clutch sister! Koketeth laughed her dragonic laugh then proceeded to listen to the others.
When everyone finally lined up and stated things about themselves, Catori stood aside, after telling Aylina to stand in the middle, and then grinned.
”Ready….set…GO!”
((Think of it as Sharks and Minnows))
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Post by Alec on Dec 12, 2011 22:51:39 GMT -5
T'von still couldn't believe it. Yet, here he was with his purple. His purple. Why can't you believe it? Moruluth asked, looking up at the weyrling. "It's just...a lot to take in, that's all."
Suddenly, Moruluth made a chirp in surprise. C'mon, Mine! We can't be late! Immediately he dashed off towards the Weyrbowl. "Moruluth!" He ran after the young dragonet. "Late for what?!" Lessons! T'von tried to dash faster to catch up with the purple, but by the time he had, Mor was already slowing down.
Panting a bit from the run, he looked at who called him here. He didn't remember seeing her much before, but judging by the fact that they were called here for lessons, they must be the new Weyrlingmasters. He bowed to them and placed himself a few paces away from the green. He was pleased to note that Moruluth also bowed, which was a bit awkward for him, as he was still a Hatching.
When his purple returned to his side, only then did he realize that he was the first one there. Idly, he waited until the others came before turning his focus on the greenrider.
Both he and Moruluth listened intently, though the purple had a few questions to ask What's an icebreaker? He whispered to his dragon as to not interrupt Catori "It's a way people get to know each other better." Oh....Something about myself? But what do I tell them? I don't even know about myself yet! "Um, I think she was talking to me." Ah, that would make sense...what are whers and herdbeasts? "Cousins of yours and meat." the boy said simply. "Mor, no more questions right now. We might miss something important."
After the rules had been clarified, and it was time to introduce themselves, T'von went first. "Hello Weyrlingmasters Catori and Koketeth. My name is T'von," he shook his head. "which sounds so wierd since I used to respond to Taklavon. Umm, I can play gitar, I have one older brother, Lardin, umm, oh and I have a scar on my back from a wherry hunting accident. Other than that, and Impressing Moruluth, there's not much else about me. Not just for a quick answer anyways." He bowed again and returned to his place in line.
After everyone else had their turn, it was time for the game. At the go, he ran towards the line near Koketeth. Moruluth was slightly behind him. For his young age, he understood being the second biggest dragonet there gave him an advantage, so he controlled himself to where he was easier to catch.
They both managed to make it across without getting caught, but he had to wonder how many times he could do this without being tagged.
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Post by Azhdarchid on Dec 14, 2011 12:07:41 GMT -5
Halventh paced just a nose ahead of L'xon, like he had on the Sands. For his part, L'xon was trying to repress the Blue's desire to scamper far ahead, to lead the two of them. The philosophy was similar to the one used to manage canines in the Holds; granting them free reign was the same as naming them the masters of their partnership with humans. Not that Halventh was a canine. Not even remotely. But to keep him safe, to teach him what was orderly and graceful- for Halventh desired to be both those things -meant teaching him restraint.
I understand, Halventh's voice bubbled up among those thoughts appreciatively. L'xon looked over to find big aquamarine eyes glittering up at him, the cleverest jewels on Pern. Halventh was like this: rocking back and forth between his infantile instincts and these moments of borrowed wisdom. Being a dragon might be hard at first, L'xon thought, having to contend with the addition of another creature's entire life to one's own, when one might not even be prepared to understand any of it. Halventh did not confirm or deny that notion for him though. The hatchling had wandered off-course. Hey, hey Wenth. Look at me. I'm oily. Halventh was strutting in the Tan's general direction, but caught another movement nearby and turned around. Hey. Hey Moruluth. Look at me...
Halventh's self-indulgent slithering attempt to address every single one of the other approaching Weyrlings still got them to the right place on-time, so L'xon allowed it. He had to be thankful it was not a queen's clutch of Weyrlings, or this ritual might have gone on all morning. L'xon had to wonder how Halventh had acquired all their names so quickly; he himself knew the value of keeping a mental roster, but he still was not entirely firm on his classmates. Candidacy had given time and pressure to the task of learning the wingriders' names, but he had little opportunity to put titles to faces. For example, if he had not already seen their new Weyrlingmaster at the feast, he would never have known to head for the girlish Greenrider far out in the shade of the Bowl. He would have never expected someone so young to be their teacher.
When all had been gathered, and introductions were making their rounds, L'xon contemplated what he might mark himself with. Normally when reporting for some task or duty, no one cared about him or his background. But there were some fail-safe facts easily conjured, or at least that is what he thought till the moment they left his lips.
"L'xon, ma'am," he greeted Catori as he stepped forward, arms crossed behind his back. He reluctantly glanced at the other Weyrlings, since he was supposed to be addressing them as well. Strange how out of all the Candidates he had met, the ones he knew the least were now his fellow Weyrlings. Except Yvonnaei. He smiled faintly at her, then looked away.
He put on his best grin to face the lot of them, and delicately lowered his arms to his sides to lend to a casual appearance; he was trying to make a good impression after all. He took a deep breath. "I'm from Fort!" he announced brightly. Then he remembered. "Hold," he corrected quickly, though he had always thought the Hold and Weyr stood together in one great monolith of history and tradition.
The other Weyrlings probably all thought that too. "I- it's nothing- I don't hate anyone," he added. "It's just that it's considered a place of good standing on the Northern Continent." He started to retreat back to his spot, then realized another mistake: "N-not that there's anything wrong with being from somewhere else." L'xon shook his head weakly, then stepped rigidly back into place.
Good job! Halventh squeaked supportively, completely missing the context of his beloved's wilting. L'xon noted that as long as he never spoke again, all his problems would be solved. Halventh ignored this and bounded forward so that all attention would be on him. My name is Halventh! he roared at everyone present. I can do this! He spun around in a circle, bucking and kicking like a wild horse. Then he sat down in precisely his starting position, lifted one of his forepaws, and groomed the dirt off it lovingly. L'xon had been staring at the ground, and missed him, but he was pretty sure everyone else saw.
L'xon recovered by the time the game started. He had not done anything childish like this in Turns. It was sort of charming. But were the dragonets supposed to be playing too? Halventh had apparently decided he would, but when Catori shouted to start he did not follow L'xon in flight from the vicious "wher."
The blue dragon made a beeline for Aylina, and when he reached her he ran in circles around her, growling loudly. Raar, he informed her in one pass. L'xon eventually looked over his shoulder when he didn't hear the hatchling's patter behind him, and his eyebrows arched toward his messy blond bangs.
"He's harmless, Aylina! I'm sorrrrryyyyy!" he called back, voice trailing off since he at least was still running away in the way the game dictated. When Halventh had tired himself out, he sat down in the middle of the playing field and then raised his forepaws, making claw-shapes and peddling them in Aylina's general direction.
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Post by larkwing on Dec 15, 2011 23:08:18 GMT -5
Laelia knew she'd have to get in front of the class eventually. Sure she was able to stay in the back for now, and she did listen intently to what the weyrlingmaster was saying. However, the last thing she wanted to do was say something about herself. At least T'von and some of the others went first, that seemed to settle her a bit. She smiled as she remembered how the purple weyrling and his dragonet had helped them when Anibrith had made that mess.
What mess? I haven't made a mess! Oh, I'm sorry if I did though...maybe I just didn't know it!?! Yes! That has to be it! Laelia put her hand against the green's neck to stop her chatter. You didn't do anything bad love. It was a while ago. Anibrith nodded slowly, still trying fruitlessly to remember just what Hers was talking about. She did know that she liked Moruluth though, and that His was nice. Wagging her tail behind her, the dragonet flicked her wings. OH! WE'RE NEXT, WE'RE NEXT!!!
The green jumped up and down, flapping her wings as she did. Sighing, Laelia moved forward and gave a half-hearted wave before wrapping her arms around herself. Weeeeelll......... Anibrith looked at Hers expectantly, chirping. "I'm Laelia, I'm from High Reaches Weyr. I have four brothers, no sisters, and my mom transferred here with her green and took me too. I'm just your run of the mill weyrling really...." She trailed off, looking at Anibrith and hoping dearly that the green kept quiet.
That would be too easy though. I'M ANIBRITH! The dragonet bugled the greeting at the top of her lungs, flaring her wings in what she thought was a stylish movement. I'm...well....ummmm.....what was I doing again? The green tilted her head to the side, already not sure what she was supposed to do. Laelia just patted her shoulder and sighed as the green crooned and quickly became distracted by something else. "She's.....special." Laelia shrugged as if to say what could she do.
At her brother's running around and making noise, Anibrith instantly perked up and flared her wings again. Running after the blue, she gave a little hiss. Rawr, I bigger wher! Anisk eat Halventh! "ANI!" Laelia's horrified cry at her green's thoughts broke the green out of her play-time. Anisk just play! Walking over to her, the weyrling grabbed her dragonet's head and shook her own. "You're a dragon, not a wher." Fiiiine! |
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Post by kireon on Dec 19, 2011 20:13:37 GMT -5
"C'mon now, Wenth, we're gonna end up late." Aylina informed the growing dragonet rather intently staring at something on the wall. Her placid expression oddly focused as she swung her head toward the sound of Aylina's voice and made a contented sounding croon.
Something had struck her as sorta funny 'bout the lovely little subqueen, though she wasn't quite sure how to broach the subject with another Weyrling or Rider. Maybe she'd have to go seek out another one of the Tanriders and see if they knew anything. I think her legs are a bit short for 'er, looks like one of them smaller legged canines that dig and go on chasin' the tunnelsnakes.
Which meant she was a little awkward and funny lookin' on land, but the blonde haired Weyrling was absolutely positive that, once flying lessons began and her Wenth grew into her wings, that she'd be one of the best sharding fliers out there. So what if she wound up kinda clumsy and slow on land? In the air, she'd have less... less... err... what was that term again?
AylinaPretty, we will be late...[/i] Wenth's voice, gentle and soft interrupted her thoughts as she jerked, blinking down to see the pair of blue eyes watching her.
"Yeah, you're right, let's get goin'." Aylina smiled down at the tan, reaching down to give her a loving pet and scratch on the chin. A contented hum was her response as her stubby legged dragonet began her usual lumbering half walk, half almost but not quite waddle at Aylina's side. "...when'd you start callin' me that, anyway?"
One thousand, two hundred and forty-six, one thousand, two hundred and forty-seven, one thousand, two hundred and forty-eight, one thousand, two hundred and forty-nine... "Wenth?"
A snort of surprise was Aylina's response, the tan's attention fully back on her. ...yes...? She felt a little sad, she had not heard Hers talking to her, those cracks in the stone had taken her attention. Blue eyes whirred, tinging with yellow as the little dragonet fretted that she'd upset her bonded.
"When'd you start callin' me Aylina, uhh..." For cryin' out loud, it wasn't that big of a sharding deal and she could be a big girl and say the word! The brown eyed girl coughed into her fist and cleared her throat, willing her face not to turn red. "pretty."
If a dragon could smile, Aylina was pretty sure her's would be, the yellow faded almost immediately out of her eyes and returned to their normal blue. She suspected that Wenth was rather pleased with herself, and couldn't for the life of her figure out why. AylinaPretty is AylinaMine... She arched her long neck up a little so that she could reach her bonded's hand.
Content with the warm hand on her hide, she found herself studying everything she could, the reason why escaped her, but it was important... at least, she thought it was. Maybe.. just maybe it wasn't so important after all... ...hatchsibs...[/i] She said suddenly as they entered the room their lessons would be in and slowly moved her head to see each of them, taking them and their Chosen in carefully. Halventh had talked to her first, but had gone away before she could respond... and he had been oily too...
So, Wenth took her time doing what she did best, observing, and Aylina focused her attention on the Weyrlingmaster, err, mistress? and her instructions. Whers and Herdbeasts huh? Well, she'd have fun with that game, probably. ...am I the tallest in this here class? That's gonna be kinda awkward... "Name's Aylina, an' I'm from High Reaches, nice t'meet y'all- again." She gave a sheepish grin, scratching the back of her neck as she gave a bit of a shrug. Nothin' much else to say, wasn't like she was all that much for impressin' others.
...clutch sister to mother is....?[/i] Wenth's voice broken in, questioningly to Aylina as she was listening to the others' introductions. ...uhh, if it's anything like how people do it, well.. aunt, I think is what you'd call 'er. Wenth seemed to consider that and gave a bob of her head. Clutch aunt... aunt... ...aunt or ant? She stared at a tiny black insect skuttling in the dirt.
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This whole bein' a Wher thing was a might harder than she'd thought, Aylina laughed aloud as she missed for a third time at tagging the Blue, Halventh as Wenth had reminded her, who was doing a pretty sharding good impression of a Wher. She didn't wanna accidently end up hurtin' someone, or their dragonet when their wings were so darn fragile and they were stil growin'. Wenth hadn't exactly understood that she was also on Aylina's side and had put her muzzle beneath her's hand, sighing happily that she was also a Wher after she'd done so.
As a result, she'd started trying to figure out how to act like one, and had started attempting a rather... awkward imitation of the one wher she'd actually met; Kisk. AylinaPretty, my tail does not move like Kisk's tail.[/i]
It seemed to mildly distress her, and the tall woman gave a glance over her shoulder to see her dragonet trying to wiggle the way Kisk had a rather uncanny ability to all the time. It's alright now, jus' move the way that feels natural t'ya and see what you can go do from there, alright? I will... and I... will ask Kisk how to move my tail again.
...that was gonna be amusing the next time they met up with Kire and Kisk. I'm gonna have a dragon who thinks she's a Wher. Somethin' about it made her giggle again as she whirled to try and tag L'xon, missing by about a finger length as she muttered something under her breath and snapped her fingers.
She wasn't real good at this game, prolly 'cause she was holdin' back a little this first round or two to get a good idea of what everyone had a tendency to do. Actin' first and wearin' herself out wouldn't do her any good if she wasn't payin' attention. "S'all good there, L'xon, almost got ya that time!"
She noticed Halventh had plopped down, and imitated the very same little claws as best she could with her own hands and stalked towards him, Wenth catching hold of the idea and, in her own clumsy way, tried to do the same as Aylina whirled and tried to tag Laelia, hoping she'd have at least one person to help her be a Wher.
...be a wher...?[/color] The tan asked, cocking her head to the side a little to get him, and then Anibrith in her sight as best she could. Come... chase... with me...?[/i][/size]
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Post by Azhdarchid on Jan 4, 2012 15:46:15 GMT -5
Halventh's air-paddling slowed as Aylina slinked up to him. And there was Wenth, imitating her rider who was imitating him. And Anibrith who was ever the more convincing. The Blue sought about for L'xon, but his bonded was far away in the "safe" zone. Halventh was not safe. His paws wilted down as Aylina the Wher got very close, but he did not do anything more to defend himself aside from gazing at her with his big, shiny yellow eyes. Upon being tagged, a squeak erupted from the side of his jaw and his facets whirled up a storm of green to replace the yellow. He got up just to bow his forebody to Aylina- or maybe he was just stretching his front legs, but in either case his wher impression suffered.
You lost, L'xon informed the dragonet as he trotted toward the safe area. Halventh jerked his head from side to side in an imitation of another kind, then plunked down on his haunches just beyond the safety line. Right in front of L'xon, who crossed his arms over his chest. I am pretty sure camping on your prey is not allowed, Lord Wher. Halventh bared his fangs in determined disobediance. L'xon sighed, bumping his shoulders up in a little shrug and dropping his arms back to his sides.
The game was being reset for the second round. Don't you want to try to catch someone who won't be easy for you? L'xon suggested.
Trying to bargain your way out? How cowardly, Halventh chirped back, and apparently struck a chord in his stoic companion, for L'xon's eyes narrowed ever-so-slightly. Halventh whistled at the successful unlocking of his human's emotions, tail coiling up over his back like a sickle and wagging its forked ends at L'xon. They were about to be given the signal that would move the safe area to the other side. Halventh gave his hips a preparatory, pre-pounce wiggle. L'xon might be matching him eye for eye, but there was no chance the man would resist.
The signal! Halventh rocketed forward...
...and landed in the dirt. Alone. The dragonet whipped his wedge-shaped head from side to side, but the last few stragglers had already flung themselves out into the heart of wher territory. And L'xon...he was in the lead! Already distant. Already safe. Any other day, the Blue would have tried his luck at catching up anyway. But he did not like L'xon almost disappearing from view like that. What if the man had taken his comment seriously? Wait! he wailed, turning around and trundling his off-balanced, immature body after his bonded's fully formed and polished one. Don't leave me!
L'xon stopped and turned, then retreated from the cusp of the safe zone with a smile. He held out his arms to Halventh, who came scurrying up and thrust his small blue form against his legs. Halventh coiled around his ankles tightly, preventing further movement, with all the intensity of a long forestalled reunion.
Then the dragon cocked his head up at the man. Got you. L'xon's smile fell, then returned reluctantly as he rubbed his Blue's neck.
Good one.
Let's try for a double. That fat one isn't moving too fast, Halventh hissed, then scuttled off again.
Fat one...? L'xon realized his dragonet's target: the Weyrlingmaster's Green, Koketeth. That's not how the game goes Halventh, she's just here to watch. He started to jog after his dragon, since words alone were not slowing Halventh's charge. And she's just full-grown...
You can't tell me who to attack. I'm a crazy wher! Halventh bugled as he made his way down the final stretch toward Koketeth. L'xon's lips pressed together as he wondered how the Handlers of Dalibor might view the characterizations brought about by this innocent game.
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