Learning is Fun! - Weyrling Lesson 1

[fidelli]

Step one you say we need to talk
He walks you say sit down it's just a talk
He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on through

;;Sleep saved some men - and haunted others. For this man, it was a mixture of both - the sleep had to be induced with fellis (which he had taken to growing a small plant by himself, damned healer's watching their patch) or nightmares would plauge him. He could never say what was in the nightmares, but he woke drenched to the skin in a cold sweat and clawing forward through air too thick to breath, searching for the one thing in his life that was stable, the one thing that would never leave him. And sure enough, it was always there - erratic and crazy - but there, nonetheless. Altith would be curled in his couch near the rider's bed, and would wake immediately, caught by the fear His had been showing. It had been something he had to get used to, the poor purple - hatchlings didn't like getting waked thinking Their's was in trouble, and it was only Altith's cheer and pressure to think of everything as wonderful that stopped him from betweening. F'del didn't remember sleeping a lot when he was a Weyrling - only when he had tucked himself next to the large purple and lazily sprawled there could he drift into a peaceful sleep the first few hours.

;;But for one night, F'del slept. He was dead to the world, tangled among the purple's head, neck, and legs like one living breathing dragonman. It wasn't fellis induced, and he had put down the wine he had been sipping from after he had heard the announcement, not sure of himself to carry anything, and then all too reluctant to pick it back up. He had to be up early tomorrow - not a problem generally, but he slept off his alcohol, and imagine if head missed his lessons! Yes, for F'del had been promoted - out of Wingrider to Weyrlingmaster. Rukbat had barely risen from the horizon, and wouldn't begin to glance off of the edge of the bowl when Altith stirred - a lazily glance outside told him what time it was. For a moment the generally hyper and mischievous Purple just lay there, watching F'del with an unbroken bond of love whirling gently in his eyes. His could do no wrong, in his eyes, and he was content to see him sleeping for once.

;;But not for long! F'del was warm, and it was dark - he was relaxed as he hadn't been for a while. He could feel the warm thrum around him that was Altith's life force, subconsciously curling around it like the safety blanket it was to him. In public they didn't seem this close - and they seemed so much different, but the impression never wore away. It was a beginning, a middle, and an end all tied in at once, and although they were as different as night and day, it didn't seem to matter. It was a song - one heartbeat was the melody, one was the harmony, and it sang together to create something more precious and beautiful than could be described in mortal words. It was to the murmurs of these words that F'del slowly awoke - in a languid manner that was so much different from what he was generally more accustomed to. Altith was nosing him gently, almost stroking him as the large purple inspected His over. It was silent, but they didn't need words - they were happy to share the bond and entwine together the minds like a pair of lazy cats, F'del's long fingered hands dancing over the nose of his dragon in a soft caress. Good morning. It was a moment too precious to be tampered with words, and it was more the feeling of greeting than actually voiced anything - even in his mind.

;;But it was over to soon - Altith was too excited, and F'del found that it was catching. Up and into the bathroom, he was bathed and dressed in less than half a candlemark - running a hand through still wet black hair, he peered over at Altith who was shuffling - impatiently, but trying to hide it - next to his ledge. Are you done, Mine? The words were hopeful, and F'del smiled gently at the Purple. "We wake them at the seventh candlemark, my dear. And we need to harness you up - no point in letting them see us not using our harness so young." It hadn't made him realize what had actually happened until the harness was slipped on the over eager dragon and they were landing next to the Barracks. He had been here not seven candlemarks before - right before the midnight call he had slipped down to check on the Weyrlings and Their's. They had been there, all of them - thankfully. It hadn't even sunk in then - only now, as the gray colors slowly shifted into the brighter colors of a slightly nippy autumn morning did he understand.

;;He was the Weyrlingmaster - a huge responsibility. He was old enough for it - not the youngest, not the oldest, the thirty-two man was just in the middle. He had no temper to speak of - people were his favorite, and he knew so much to impart on people. He had an almost lazy look to him at first that had to be understood - it was an unyielding patience that never left him. He was one of those subtly attractive men that didn't look as old as he was - years and years of dragonriding and trying to keep up with Altith kept him fit and healthy, and barely looking a day over twenty-five. He stood leaning against Altith's leg, who sat down on his hindquarters rather like a canine, while young Ribbon, the springy Green flit he had Impressed amused herself by swooping around Altith, under and over up and up and sideways.

;;Just one look at him and you could begin to understand who he was - he radiated infinite amounts of patience and a care for the world. He had an aura around him that seemed to make it easy to talk to him, and seemed to just sink into the shadows - the observer, not the actor. He was not here to shine - he was here to encourage them to push and make sure they could. One look at him showed you this - besides what he looked like. He was slightly stocky, average sized - some of these boys were bigger than he was. His shoulders were broad - he was just very male in that aspect. A narrow, thoughtful face with a nose obviously broken more than once, and a thick mop of restless untidy black hair that almost brushed his spring green eyes. He had dressed simply, as always. It was a simple dark green tunic and a pair of black pants, thick well worn wherhide boots finishing the ensemble.

;;As he leaned back against the dragon's leg, propping himself up, F'del finally allowed the twitching Altith permission to do what he wanted to do. It was a bugle, a happy trumpet that might wake up a rider or seven - but it didn't matter. It was almost the seventh candlemark - he had let them sleep in a little. They would be outside by the seventh tomorrow. Following the bugle Altith happily announced to the hatchlings - and NOT Their's because His said so - Good sun-rise, little winglings! It is time to rise and eat! Roust Your's from bed and inform them they MUST get up and hurry to come outside - they can dress, but they must see to you first. Altith, very content with his address, settled back down - but was never still, moving his neck to be scratched or peering down at the stumbling weyrlings as they exited the Barracks. F'del only watched with a sympathetic grin on his face, remembering. It was tough being them. He waited for every single weyrling, asking Altith to hurry the last straggler's along - it wouldn't do any good to have to repeat himself.

;;Only when everyone was there did F'del step forward, tucking his hands in his pockets and grinning that amiable smile at the kids. He wasn't thinking about his words - he had heard the speech again and again, it wasn't that. This was his first Weyrlingmaster post – Assistant Weyrlingmaster for several years, but he knew he needed to connect with the kids right off – he was screwed otherwise. So what he did was he spoke. Every word was gentle, a soft content smile on his face that hid the fact his brilliant jade eyes shown brightly with an intense, powerful light. “Good morning Weyrlings. You all can sit down if you don’t mind getting your pants a little dirty – I need to talk to you all. After we get that out of the way we’ll feed your dragon’s, and then bathe them, and then oil them. And then – who knows? Maybe we’ll even feed you!” His happiness was catching, but he didn’t show it to you in a way that Altith might have. He just seemed to let it spill from his skin, the eagerness he felt.

;;“I am Weyrlingmaster F’del – this is Altith. For the rest of your Weyrlinghood we will be around, so I suggest getting used to it.” The addict suddenly realized he was craving a cup of hot hot klah with fellis – he cursed himself for being so eager he forgot to get anything to feed himself. Altith was all too pleased His wasn’t on anything while they were teaching – he reached out with his neck to bump him softly, as if saying, Go on! “Let’s get this out of the way first. Although Altith and I may be only Purple, and there are colors above us, that doesn’t matter. Here, color doesn’t mean a golden egg. We are your teachers – color has nothing to do with it. Respect is something that I will ask for, but here this, future Kings and Queens.” Oddly, he looked to O’ris as he spoke. “You are all just Weyrlings until I hand you a rider’s knot. Understood? You will not push around anybody because of the color of your hide.” That was the hardest part, he figured – although the words were stern, he softened them by speaking quietly, as if mentioning the weather.

;;"A little about me. I won't lie to you - I would prefer if you didn't lie to me. I'm curious - I like to listen to you all. You all need to learn right now that common sense is crucial here. I raised a boy and a girl, so I generally know when you have done something bad or are lying to me" - eyes never flickered to Anima, but peered into Avalle's with a languid blink - "and I went through weyrling training to. I'm here to talk to, for you all to come to me with your worries and cares about your dragons and you. I won’t ever turn anyone away for asking a question – there isn’t any stupid questions here.” A pause, and he scrolled through his mind, trying to remember what else he needed to say, even as he shifted his piercing eyes to R’ori. “Pets – I understand some of you have canines and felines and lizards. You may keep them – but you all must be in charge of them. They can’t be running around or anything – remember, be responsible.” He shifted to meet Sol’s eyes, smiling a little wider at the girl he had met at the flitter hatching not so long ago.

;;He was a firm believer that the eyes were a window to the soul, and as he talked he randomly met the eyes of some of them. The next words he shifted to one of the young men, T’zar – he remembered last night having to stop a few of the weyrlings in partaking in the excellent wine, and this was one of them. But he met his eyes with a cheerful smile, and continued his spiel. “Sex is off limits, as is all relationships. I don’t even want to see holding hands for the first four sevendays – some of your dragons are going to be very, very possessive of you” – he shifted to Laura – “And we can’t risk any of them going between for a while yet." He took a moment’s break, explaining to the weyrlings, “Altith is going to speak to Your’s – you all must realize, that I’m not going to remember each of your name at first, so I might just call you by your dragon’s name at first.”

;;Altith, meanwhile, had cheerfully addressed the young dragons with a bouncy tone in his voice. Hello new dragons! I am Altith – please make sure Your’s understands that I am as much as their teacher as F’delMine is. He paused for a moment, and then continued. Feel free to contact me at any time – I am easy to find, and I will not be far for awhile. You must listen to this too, weyrlings, for you are as much dragons as they are riders. I will admit it is a little hard to train Yours at first, and I apologize for that, but you need to work slowly with them. They are silly creatures sometimes, and worry about the silliest things. Altith done with his warning, F’del rolled his eyes, but continued on. “I’ll answer any questions in the end, if you still have them when I’m done.”

;;“You are all Weyrlings right now – Juniors at that. But what you all need to understand is what you are expected to do as riders. I know some of you had never even seen a dragon before the Searchrider picked you up,” He moved completely, looking straight into L’ven’s eyes, “and I need to get anything that isn’t true out of your heads. First off, the biggest duty you have is to your lifemate. Adult dragons feed about once or twice a sevenday, depending on how much they ate and how big they are. You oil and bath them everyday – the hides are the most important part of the dragon, in some aspects.” G’can was next, even as he went on softly. “When you graduate you will be assigned a wing – in that you fly sweeps and patrol. Your wing practices it drills – wing formations. They allow wingriders to work on their flying and thread fighting technique, and works with the team.” F’let now was under scrutiny, and he spoke with an almost dreamy voice. “Your Wingleader is in charge of that – when you all become Senior Weyrling’s we’ll do some of that. The biggest thing a rider does is fights thread – we are here to protect Pern. You learn to be self-sufficient – we rarely trust others with our harnesses.” He looked now to Edwa, and told her, all by herself it seemed, “We don’t have time for families, most often. It’s a rare `Rider that can raise a child without him or her going… Wild.”

;;A pause, and he smiled – rather bigger than the first smile. “Bored yet? We’ll have lectures during lessons like this, but not before the dragons are fed and dealt with after this point. Now that we’ve gone over the small things, I just have two more things to talk about and then we can eat… We meaning the dragons. First things – real quick, the basic anatomy.” Altith stretched out, letting F’del have enough room to bound to the top of the Purple - it was ages of practice that gave him the smooth motion. Now the Purple rose, towering over them and making F’del shout – err, raise his voice just enough for them to hear him. “Alright, real quick. This is the head, the neck – be careful of the spikes when oiling them. The shoulder blades you must pay attention to also. These are the wings,” he put a little weight on the joint of his unique looking Purple and Altith obligingly flapped them upwards. “When you oil, be VERY careful to get enough here and along other joints.” Down along the sapling slim dragon, he pointed. “This is the end of the dragon, and yes, the tails are important.” Back down, he moved along the bottom and pointed out talons, feet, particularly useful bones and things like that. “Later we will be having a much more in depth lecture about dragon anatomy, but the healer’s will do that. Moving on!”

;;Back in front of the group, he shook his head as though riding himself a bug in his ear – he was trying to figure out how to word the last part. “Alright – Impression. You’ve all Impressed, congrats.” He was flipping from I’nar to A’nar, and then quick as a flash was to Kyrillion – he looked at her eyes longer than most as he spoke in that same tolerant voice. “You may have realized now that your bond is something more than what you’ve been told – it’s not easy to put into words. Having a flit isn’t even comparable. What you don’t know is that while Impression is basically the same and the bond is alike, it is nothing compared to anyone else’s. Your Bond is different than everyone else’s. Now, the good and bad news. Good news! The bond is an amazingly wonderful gift. Bad news. The Bond can be a sharding pain. First of all – you aren’t ever alone again.” Now he met Anima’s eyes for a split second, and then moved onto Felicia.

;;“This is both an advantage and disadvantage. It isn’t like having a roommate or anything like that – this is someone who knows you from the inside out, that loves you unconditionally, that will be there when any other relationship would fail. To some people, this is what they have been waiting for all of their life and they accept it. To others,” now he looked directly at K’ber, “it has an effect that is dramatic and astounding to watch. That support is to some people more than they have ever had and it transforms them. It’s what gives people the idea we are more than human – it’s what stands us apart. We have our frailties, but in the end we have a gift of inner strength.” He quirked an eyebrow at Pratyba, and murmured, “That nonconvertible knowledge that we are needed and loved, and that we return it full force is amazing.” He looked at Meta, timeless eyes gazing at her, and wishing he could explain it better. “There is also the bad – the intensity of this bond might lead to an… Uncertainty, and anxiety. It is a natural response to intense emotional onslaughts. It experience of Impression can be slightly overwhelming, and the rider attempts to retreat from the intimacy of the bond – which is useless – and you might feel depressed or anxious.” Now he watched Chelo, seeming to speak only to her even though his words resounded through the group. “Come talk to me if you are feeling that," (he wasn’t sure if they would or not, so he had to watch them).

;;A gentle smile to the whole group, and he plopped down on the ground infront of them. “This leads to one thing you all need to understand – the dragonet’s are curious. They are going to be going through your head, through all of your memories. You can’t stop them – so control it. Offer what you feel comfortable at first, and work from there. Trust me on this one,” And here to paused to grin up at Altith, “If you don’t answer something they don’t understand they will ask another dragon what they think, and private thoughts won’t be private anymore. Just satisfy the curiosity. You are all brand newly bonded – make the in-depth connections now and establish them so you can communicate with them later in a much deeper spectrum.” He was watching Durian now, intensity burning through as he fought to make them understand. “Everything you feel your dragon will and vice versa, but they don’t have the reasoning behind it. Imagine how they feel, every moment of every day packed with information, but not always understanding what you just learned means. This is why we have the rules such as no drinking and no sex – sudden emotions shoved into a dragon’s mind is scary, when they could have been happily sleeping moments before.”

;;He looked at K’mar now, explaining, “As time progresses the bond will devolp and you will fain a coluntary control over it – we’ll work with that when that time comes. We don’t encourage that for now, obviously, but you will need to learn how to minimize the how much emotion they feel for maximum efficiency and safety. You will learn to feel and see what your dragon does, but limit the impact of it on yourself. It’s useless if you are overwhelmed with fear or pain if your dragon get’s hurt – dragons forget, humans won’t.” From Meta to Quinslie he looked, and then smiled at the group in large. “So! Work with each other – volunteer the information, take the dragonet through your whole mind, share with them! Now, with that done…” He paused, and asked the dragons, “Are you ready to eat?”

;;“There are carcasses over there – lead your rider’s to them. Weyrlings, once you are over there, you will put on an apron, and find a carcass. On the table will be a very sharp knife – don’t stab anybody with it. You are to cut up the meat and feed it to your dragonet’s – only cut what they can eat, and you will cut it into small pieces and make sure they chew. I you are squimise, get over it quickly - if you have to throw up, walk away. I realize the carcasses are warm - they were only just slaughtered. I realize you are all feeling hungry right now – most of that is the dragonet. Feed them until YOU start to feel full, and then stop. I don’t care what a dragon says, they will try to convince you to keep on feeding them. You have to have control of how much they eat – as odd it seems, they are only babies. You will feed them until they are finished eating, and then we’ll learn how to bathe them. Now, the catch! I have your room assignments here.” A wicked smile crossed his face. “You’ll pair up with your roommate at a carcass – you’ll notice that they are grouped in pairs. Here it is, and not a word of complaint, please.” H

;;He pulled a piece of hide from his pocket and read off, “The odd numbers, you’ve noticed, are in the female corridor, and the even are in the males. In room one, Avalle and Gold Callistath – you will find there is a carcass pile with three, and you, K’ber and Detritath who is in room 2 and L’ven and Valleth who are in room 4 will be a group of three. The rest of the girls – Room 3 is Durian and Mesreath with Chelo and Seiseth. Room 5 is Meta and Topeth and Animatamora and Zucherroth. In room 7 is Sol and Eccolath and Pratyba and Oorth, as 9 is Laura and Edwa with Geneith and Baserath. 11 is going to be Kyrillion and Ripariath and Felicia and Dellauouth.” He paused to grin at the girls, shooing them off, and then facing the rest of the males. “As stated, room 2 and 4 are K’ber and Detritath, L’ven and Valleth. Room 6 is F’let and K’mar and Nektuth, while 8 is G’can of Tecarracath and R’ori of Vediameth. 10 will be Anar and Zyyenikkichikith with I’nar and Coath, while 12 is O’ris and Rhyolith and T’zar and Brecciaeth. Alright? Have at it – Any questions and I’m right here!” As am I.

Avalle, weyrling of gold Callistath
K'ber, weyrling of iron Detritath
L'ven, weyrling of bronze Valleth
Durian, weyrling of brown Mesreath
F'let, weyrling of purple Doppelith
Animatamora, weyrling of white Zucherroth
Kyrillion, weyrling of blue Ripariath
G'can, weyrling of blue Tecarracath
Quinslie, weyrling of blue Esketh
Sol, weyrling of cyan Eccolath
O'ris, weyrling of cyan Rhyolith
Meta, weyrling of cyan Topeth
Laura, weyrling of green Gneith
Kailea, weyrling of green Succoth
R'ori, weyrling of green Vediameth
T'zar, weyrling of green Brecciaeth
Edwa, weyrling of pink Baserath
I'nar, weyrling of pink Coath
A'nar, weyrling of pink Zyyenikkichikith
Pratyba, weyrling of pink Oorth
Chelo, weyrling of black Seiseth
K'mar, weyrling of black Nektuth
Felicia, weyrling of black Dellauouth

Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
You begin to wonder why you came

[kia]

(( Sorry this is so short. Never was good with Weyrling lessons for my Weyrlings. ))

Both Lynx and O`ris was not exactly the happiest as they woke up. They had been dead asleep, for once, without their dragons waking them up or asking constant questions. Even Lira was getting slightly annoyed with how much attention Rhyolith was getting, but O`ris never failed to give Lira that special time once Rhyolith was asleep.

O`ris realized that the man was looking at him first. He gulped. Did the man realize that he had a crush on the young GoldRider? And then, eventually, Lynx was being looked at. Ah, well, it was her fault for flirting around with others. She did have much fun with her men.

Then came the first lesson of cutting up the meat to feed to their dragons and the room assignments. Lynx squirmed where she sat. The man had called out her real name. How did he get that name. Gneith looked up at her, curious as to why the girl was fuming with anger. But Lynx called her down, saying she would get things corrected.

O`ris stood up and walked over to the tables. His roommate was going to be a boy named T`zar. And from what he had seen, T`zar was not the happiest guy in the world since he Impressed. Joy, he got a depressing roommate. Hopefully it would pass and not become and agression issue. I mean, thought O`ris, who would hate their dragon?

Lynx stood up and walked over to the WeyrlingMaster. She gave a short of defiant look, but that was only due to being called by her real name. "Excuse me, sir. What room am I assigned to? My name is Lynx," she said sweetly. She was not trying to be defiant, but she wanted to get her point across that she was going to be call Lynx, not Laura. And she would make sure of that. Gneith was already calling her Lynx, anyways.

[4horseshowgirl4]

In one of the rooms of the barracks, two faint shapes could be seen stirring in the very pale grey light of dawn. With the vision so poor, it was hard to tell if that lump was one form or two. However, the question was answered when the unmistakable shape of a human head rose over the lump, turning this way and that uncertainly as if its owner was unsure whether it was late enough to justify actually getting up. The stirring of the boy roused the dragon, who also lifted his head for a moment before placing it back on the stone floor. The light slowly brightened, but time didn't exactly move quickly at this time of day, as the brains of both were still drowning in sleepy stupor. However, by the time the light grew strong enough to distinguish where the boy's body ended and the dragon's began, the boy lifted his head from where he was resting it against the side of his dragonet, yawning and stretching his arms, welcoming morning, early as it had come.

L'ven had dreamt wonderfully. There was a lot of warm, welcoming sunshine, a peaceful atmosphere, and then Kalith's eggs had hatched. A King had Impressed first, signaling that the event of which L'ven had dreamt was marked as a lucky one. And, it was! L'ven's greatest (and only true) enemy at the Weyr had been mauled by a vicious Brown. L'ven knew it must be a dream because the Brown had Impressed to... one of the girls, he didn't remember which, but Sub-Kings just didn't Impress to girls, so that was like pinching himself and not having it hurt! And then... then... L'ven savored this amazing thought... a Bronze had come up to L'ven. And, not only that, but he had Impressed it! Valleth, the dragonet said his name was! He yawned again, blinking languidly to clear the sleep out of his eyes, while recollecting his splendid dream cleared up his mind. Hmm, it was rather odd, wasn't it, how he remembered these details so well? Almost like it had actually happened...!

And, then, L'ven realized what it was that he was leaning on. He looked down, saw the Bronze hide under his body, belonging to what only could be a dragonet. His jaw dropped, as, startled, he jumped a full foot into the air in pure, honest shock. But, how...? What...? Was he hallucinating...? This couldn't be, this was too...! But, he knew it had to be true. Spectacular and unbelievable as it was, it was true. Valleth, surprised by L'ven's violent reaction to waking up next to him, leaped to his feet as well, lifting his head suddenly, his eyes darting around as if trying to find what had scared His so badly.

{I'm sorry, Valleth, you just gave me a scare! I thought yesterday was just all a wonderful dream, it was just so amazing!} L'ven thought as hard and clearly as he could, remembering to communicate telepathically so as not to wake those Weyrlings that had stayed out later at the Feast last night. Why? Valleth asked lazily, yawning and baring his little fangs at the same time. It's not like you woke up after sleeping with someone after I Caught some male-ridden Green or something! You're curled up next to me for Faranth's sake! L'ven grimaced, and although the gesture was invisible in the darkness of their room, Valleth felt L'ven's scorn. {Yeah, I was kind of hoping we'd avoid the whole Chasing male-ridden dragons,} he told Valleth, again thinking each word out clearly and as loudly as he could in his mind. Valleth paused for a moment, not committing to anything, and L'ven groaned.

L'venMine, you don't need to be so loud with your thoughts! the young dragon complained after an awkward moment. I can 'hear' you just fine. Hey, can I tell the others I scared you this morning? It'd make a good talking point! Won't the females be so impressed when I tell them that I'm so formidable that I scared my own bonded?! L'ven was about to give Valleth a sharp retort, but then he remembered that dragons were supposed to have awful memories, and, if he just ignored the subject, hopefully Valleth would forget about it before word got around (that would be only slightly embarrassing).

They were silent for a moment, and a still-unfamiliar rush of love swelled in L'ven's chest. It was still just so... incredible that he'd Impressed. These feelings were simply unbelievable. He'd Impressed! He'd Impressed!!! He'd Impressed!!! No number of exclamation points could do that statement justice. And even though Valleth was teasing him like an old friend, there was no doubt of the affection in the Bronze's tone. L'ven sat on the cot in his room, simply admiring the miracle of Valleth. He was not a sentimental man, and he didn't think his proud, dignified Bronze exactly wanted another hug after that initial... well, there was no word that fully grasped the emotion of Impression, but ecstasy was close... of Impression. Valleth seemed to understand. He strode forward regally, like the King he already knew he was, and shoved L'ven's knee, all but knocking the Weyrling off of the bed. See? He was strong, too! He wasn't just some loving presence in L'ven's mind-- he was solid, he was tangible, he was real! He was here, and, one day, he would be big and powerful, a force to be reckoned with!

{I can't wait until we've grown up together, Valleth,} L'ven said more quietly and gently to the Bronze, rubbing his muzzle. {You'll be something, all right, and I hope I can help you get where you want to be.} Valleth shook his head. No, Mine! You don't help me without me helping you back! What do you want, Mine? Wherever we go, we'll get there together!

[/b] The true earnestness of Valleth's words nearly brought tears to L'ven's eyes, but Kingriders (like his new name, his future title had a beautiful ringing sound that simply made him tingle with happy anticipation) didn't cry, so he didn't. {I'll tell you where, Valleth. I want to be at the top. I want to be somebody. I want us to be Wingseconds, Wingleaders, and...} though the words weren't actually verbal, his mental voice caught in his hypothetical throat, {Valleth, what would you say if I said I wanted to be Weyrleader, maybe, one day? Even the Junior? I know it sounds like a crazy dream, but I thought of the same of Impression, and I thought the same times ten of Impressing a formidable Bronze half as good as you, so, you never know!}

Valleth paused, considering this, saying then, Callistath is pretty, he said impishly. It was obvious to both of them that Valleth was as eager as L'ven was to Chase her, Turns from now, though for different reasons.

Just then, though, Valleth's attention was caught by something else. L'ven opened his mouth to ask-- it was still his habit to talk to someone by actually talking, but Valleth filled him in quickly enough. L'ven had guessed as much, anyway. It was time for their first Weyrling lesson! {This must mean that F'del is the official Weyrlingmaster, then. They must have announced it at the Feast yesterday.} L'ven quickly guessed, rooting around in his trunk which some drudges had so kindly placed outside of his room. He was still wearing that which he had been wearing to the Hatching yesterday, and he assumed that he looked none too polished. He threw a old, but clean, pants and a shirt on himself hastily, slipping his bare feet into leather boots. Valleth watched for a moment before striding forward with that same confident step, pushing into L'ven's stomach. {Yes, I'll clean you up a bit!} L'ven said before Valleth could ask. He withdrew a brush he usually used for cleaning up his area in the Candidate Barracks and, splashing what small quantity of soapy water to which he had access, he gently scrubbed off the bloodstains from yesterday's meal from Valleth's muzzle, before brushing off deftly any small particles of sand or debris from his feet and belly.

The two started to march purposefully out of their temporary room together, before L'ven suddenly turned tail and ducked back into his trunk, rummaging around for a moment before triumphantly withdrawing an ample amount of parchment and a pen and ink. Valleth gave them a cursory look once he made sure no one saw that he didn't know what the items were. Around L'venHis or the boys alone, he could be sillier, but when anyone important was watching, he needed to be his dignified, noble self. He would not succumb to any less-than-honorable heights. Unlike L'ven, who was easy to provoke into a debate of heated words, Valleth was less willing to stick his neck out like that. Suavity achieved similar purposes. After all, he was a representative of his Weyr now, and so was L'ven. Valleth was here to protect, and that was what he would do. In a way, they could tag-team, swapping out tactics to achieve their goals. L'ven fought with facts, but when logic failed ({Faranth forbid!}, thought L'ven), Valleth could step in, the gentleman who only wanted best for his Weyr. L'ven placed a hand on Valleth's withers as these thoughts flashed between the two. Yes, it would work well. It would work perfectly. They were perfect for each other-- that was how Hatchings worked, yes? Yes.

L'ven seated himself on the ground, Valleth settling down beside him. As soon as F'del began writing, L'ven's well-practiced hand began to fly across the parchment. What F'del was saying now was the very basics of Dragonriding, and while most of this were bits of knowledge L'ven had acquired over the many years he had lived as a Candidate before Impressing, these facts were still the things that were unforgivable to forget. It was obvious that L'ven was in his element. Caring for a dragon was still a strange and unfamiliar thing, the shiny new boot that still needed to be broken in, but studying? Why, that was old hat. L'ven knew what he was doing here! While the Weyr was home, as a Candidate, it wasn't his territory. As a Weyrling, he would learn to make it so, like the rest of them. However, he was quite at ease here, in the classroom. He knew what he was doing here. He was in control here (though F'del was running the class, of course, L'ven didn't mean that literally), and it felt good. Valleth, too, listened, though it wasn't hard to see that his eyes were sliding over to Gneith and Rhyolith, the other two who had arrived the earliest, periodically. Why did the females have to be so pretty and distracting?

F'del finished his lecture, and L'ven capped his pen, stowing the parchment away safely inside of his shirt. He was pleasantly surprised that he had a room to himself. It would be a nice change from living with twenty other young men for so many years as a Candidate, that was for sure! He rose to his feet, arching his back and rolling his neck. Several kinks had imbedded themselves in his muscles last night, sleeping on the floor with his torso twisted oddly against the Valleth's warm, reassuring presence. They would work themselves out through gentle physical work, which was what oiling and bathing were, was he correct? Valleth carefully placed his forelegs under his bulk and lifted himself up, cautious not to stagger or stumble and look foolish.

L'ven went over to the table while Valleth strode towards the meat pile that F'del had designated as theirs. L'ven handled the knife carefully, conscientious of the fact that everyone was probably crowding around it trying to get a knife and sate their dragon's hunger as fast as they could. The last thing he wanted was to accidentally cut someone, as F'del had said. He remembered Avalle from yesterday, and he had liked her yesterday well enough. "Good morning, Avalle. You're K'ber? I don't think we've met yet," L'ven said, nodding politely to Avalle and offering his hand to K'ber before he got it soaked in herdbeast blood. He said no more: he was content to work in silence. While he tried to be amiable enough, he knew he wasn't the biggest 'people-person' on Pern. So, he turned to his herdbeast, slicing through the outer skin and digging fearlessly around its insides, being as picky about what reached Valleth's stomach as he had been yesterday. Mine, you know I'll eventually be eating this whole thing, bad and good parts alike?[/color] Valleth said quietly to his, but still rather amused at the effort through which L'ven was going. {Maybe, but you'll be just about grown then. Until then, I'm feeding you, I want you to get as big and strong as possible, I know you feel the same way, and you're eating only those parts that I know will provide you with the best nutrition!} L'ven's voice was firm and self-assured, as it was whenever he was trying to get someone to do something his way. Valleth did not argue, but immediately snapped up the liver hungrily when L'ven finally found it and tossed it his way.[/right][/font]

[Birdy]

Wake up

Mine, wake up...I know you're tired but....

Wake up sleepymine....we're being called...

Seiseth cocked his head at the sleeping girl. After a moment of consideration, he slowly got up from his couch, and nudged his sleeping rider. Chelomine, get up, the weyrling master says get up, you must get up Mine, he said, worried she would get in trouble if she didn't get up soon. The black's eyes whirled uncertainly as he butted his head against her arm.

What was that...? Chelo opened her eyes, something was touching her. What could be touching her? She was still in the candidate barracks right? Maybe it was one of the other candidates. someone had been saying something about waking up... Chelomine, wake up, someone is asking for the weyrlings, I know you're tired, but you have to- Seiseth stopped as Chelo turned over, she looked at him, surprised for a moment, but the memories of the Hatching were coming back to her. "Good morning Seiseth," she said, with a yawn. "What were we supposed to do?" she said tiredly, still half asleep.

Altith said that there are lessons today, and you must hurry Chelomine, but you have to tend to me first, Seiseth said quickly, nudging a little jar of oil near his bed. Oil first, I itch, he demanded but there was still a hint of adoration in his voice that Chelo loved. Chelo yawned again, kneeling by the little dragonet who crooned happily, as she rubbed it over his black hide. Here too, it itches here too, he said, stretching his neck out. The girl grinned, finding the dry spot.

"I suppose I'm to feed you too?" she asked, looking around. No, hurry get dressed Mine, Seiseth said, others were already heading outside. Chelo smiled, watching the black again, she was so happy he had picked her. He was the perfect little dragonet, not too hyper or lazy, quite mellow and reserved- Chelomine Seiseth voice broke seemed to fill her head. "Oh yes, sorry," she said, quickly running to the baths, and when she was finished, changing into something simple for lessons, nothing to dark, she didn't want to blend into Seiseth.

The black followed her outside, standing besides her as the weyrling master introduced himself, and his dragon, so that was who Altith was, Chelo had remembered Seiseth talking about him. He so big, she couldn't imagine having to oil a dragon so big, Seiseth would never be that big thankfully.

Chelo tried to pay attention, managing to hear most of what the rider was saying, with reminders from Seiseth whenever her mind wandered too much. She had noticed the man, F'del she remembered, watching the candidates, it was rather creepy, he seemed to look through you. He was saying things she'd already heard, though she couldn't recall where, no sex no drinking, she smirked at that, how was she supposed to know the klah had been spiked. When it came to her she froze, not daring to say or think anything the purple would hear. And why had he said that to her? Did he think she was depressed? If she was depressed she doubted she'd talk to him first if she felt like that. She would probably talk to Seiseth, but what if he was depressed too? He probably would if she was...a nudge from Seiseth brought her back to the lesson.

The rider was now talking about feeding their dragons. She instantly regretted wearing white, she could imagine herself covered in blood, she'd probably get weird looks- No, she was at a weyr, that was probably normal. Another nudge from the black and she refocused on the lesson. F'del was done though, and announcing room assignments. That was something she was more interested in, (though the part about taking care of their dragonets had been quite interesting). Chelo was pleased to hear her name called quite soon, Room 3. But who was Durian? And Mesreath?

Seiseth shrugged, heading towards an empty table with a carcass on it. She supposed she would find out who Durian was soon, but the black's hunger was getting to be too much. She took the knife, and carefully cut the thin piece of meat off, careful not to stain her shirt. Chelo watched the piece of meat disappear down the black's throat, "Seiseth chew, understand?" she said, then, realizing she was talking out load, switched to a quieter method. ~I realize you are hungry, but choking will not be an option alright? she told him. The black nodded, opening his mouth for more of the meat. Chelo smiled, ~Good she said, cutting off another piece of the carcass, but keeping an eye out for her roommate.

[Nia]

Waking up early was not one of Avalle's strong points. She liked to sleep late, sleeping late meant she could... well, be more rested! She'd always been a night owl, and much prefered waking up late and staying up late to waking up early and going to sleep early. Which, in all honesty, was probably what the majority of the human race prefered to do. She rarely met someone who actually liked mornings. Most people weren't in such a foul mood in the morning, though. And man, was Avalle in a foul mood.

She pulled the covers over her head, trying to block out the sounds of Yulari's chirping and Callistath's scolding at her for sleeping so late. While it worked for Yulari, she couldn't exactly block out a dragon speaking directly into her mind. It is the first lesson, Mine! We cannot be late. We must be the ones who make the best impression! It is extremely unlady-like to arrive last and I will not stand for it,

[/color] the Gold continued her rant on how awful it was to be late as Avalle groaned from under the furs. I'm tired and I don't want to go, she said stubbornly, squeezing her eyes shut.

Callistath wasn't going to stand for this, and grabbed the furs to pull them off her angry rider. They fought over the furs for a few minutes, until Avalle finally gave up, finally coming to her senses. She really couldn't miss the first Weyrling lesson, her dragon was right. But that didn't mean she had to like it. Sitting up she yawned and rubbed sleep out of her eyes, trying to get her vision to stop swimming. She couldn't remember what her dream had been, but it had been something really good and she was trying to remember what it had been. Yulari landed on the girl's messy brown hair, tugging at it to try and convince Hers to finally move. Callistath looked pleased.

Finally Avalle had gotten up, dressed, and fixed up her hair. Her hair always looked so awful in the morning, it was a wonder how she managed to brush it down so nicely. It didn't take a lot of work at all. She was probably just lucky. Yeah... looking down at the patiently (but Avalle could sense her mental impatience) waiting Callistath, she decided that she was pretty lucky. Luck has nothing to do with it. But come, we must be going. Okay okay relax, I'm coming now, she responded with a quick look at her reflection before following Callistath out the door, Yulari close behind.

Yawning, she approached the group of Weyrlings and didn't go towards anyone in particular, talking during a Weyrling lesson would be rude. And the Purple rider seemed like a nice guy, she didn't want to offend him. So she patiently listened as he spoke, nodding at certain parts she understood and/or already knew. She wasn't really phased when he caught eye-contact with her, and looked back at him, nodding in agreement and in response. Callistath was quiet through most of it, listening and understanding as much as she good, and her gaze didn't waver from F'del. Avalle's did, however, as she glanced around curiously, spotting a few people she knew, which was good. The lesson was long, but by no means was it uninteresting. She was learning to care for her dragon, for Faranth's sake!

It was kind of cool, she thought, that she got her own room. She didn't have to worry about not getting along with someone she had to share a room with for the next few years. Though it was a little disappointing, she wouldn't be able to have that sort of friendship. I am going to need a lot of space,[/color] Callistath pointed out, and of course Avalle agreed, because it was true. Still, at least they weren't going to have to do everything alone. It would also give her a chance to get to know the Kingriders, which seemed like important people for her to know. She'd already talked to L'ven, but she hadn't talked to K'ber yet.

Well, they were soon let loose and Avalle and Callistath walked towards the meat pile with Yulari taking her place around Avalle's neck rather than flying after them. "'morning, L'ven," she said, stifling another yawn. Avalle, while being rather social in her own right, wasn't social in the morning, so she was content to work in silence when L'ven didn't say any more. "It's nice to meet you, K'ber. I'm Avalle," introductions were in order with the other Kingrider, so she introduced herself, though it was fairly obvious who she was, she liked to say it herself. Greetings, Valleth and Detritath. I trust you are well? Callistath greeted the other two dragons, not really expecting too much of a response. It was early, no one wanted to talk in the morning. Or, well, that's the impression she got from both L'ven and Avalle. Mostly from Avalle.

Anyway, it was time to focus on work anyway, so Avalle began cutting the meat. Sharding good thing she wasn't squeamish, blood didn't bother her in the slightest. In fact, she was rather enjoying cutting it up for Callistath, who was enjoying her meal. Avalle's tempermentalness went away the more she fed Callistath, and she figured she must have been tired as well as hungry, which was why she'd been so difficult in the morning. Hopefully those kinds of mornings weren't going to happen often, she didn't know how much longer she'd be able to deal with being woken up by a scolding Gold and a chirping Yellow firelizard.[/blockquote][/size]

[wirevix]

G'can had already been awake, though not actually about, at that time. He was just laying still, watching the blue lump that was his slumbering Tecarracath, thinking. Part of him was worried about how they would get along every day. After all, he was a hard worker, he was, he admitted, maybe a little bit too much of one. And he knew he could end up being a little bossy too. Tectec was, on the other hand, well, the opposite. Would that be okay? It had to be, didn't it? Tecarracath had chosen him. It wasn't just a random matchup. The Blue had to know that G'can wouldn't let him sleep in the sun all day every day. Maybe he wanted a bit of motivation, some energy and a goal, even if he wouldn't admit it outright.

G'can started when he heard Altith's bellowing, sitting up quickly. He couldn't be sure what the reason was for it, but he would bet it was something important. It was a good thing he wanted to check it out, too.

Tecarracath heard Altith's announcement loud and clear, but all he really did was roll open one annoyance-tinged eye, thought about the words for a few long, sleepy moments, and then fell back to sleep, only having been about three-quarters awake. Which, for the floppy Blue, was good enough.

"C'mon, Tec," G'can said, standing up and pulling his clothes on. When the dragon only grunted and put a paw over his snout, he reached down and started to push and rub at his shoulders until finally Tecarracath gave up on sleeping.

Mine, it is too early,[/i] he complained sleepily, shuffling to his feet and standing there droopily, head down as if it was just too much effort right at that moment to lift it up. Can I please go back to sleep? Please?[/i]

"Come on, Tec, I know you're hungry somewhere in that big belly of yours," G'can replied with a smile, shaking his head. Tecarracath gave a low whuff of a sigh, but had to admit that yes, he was hungry.

And so they went outside, following along with the other Weyrlings who were heading out. G'can frowned a bit to see them all. "Tec? Did I miss some sort of announcement?"

Oh,[/i] Tecarracath replied slowly, his eyes whirling very gradually as he thought. Yes, Altith told the Weyrlings to come.[/i] G'can sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Thanks for telling me, Tec," he said. But he wasn't particularly mad. No harm done, he would just have to make sure Tecarracath understood that passing on messages was more important than sleeping. That might be a challenge.

Once they were all settled before F'del, sitting down to listen to his introductory speeches, Tecarracath flopped on the ground and would have fallen right back to sleep if G'can hadn't kept gently but insistently pestering at him. It was just too early for the chunky Blue, was all. He would be attentive later. Or he would have, if he'd been given that option.

When they were at last paired off and told to make their way to the carcasses, G'can rose and, with a bit of encouragement, got Tecarracath once more on his feet. He didn't know the boy he would be rooming with, but then, who did he really know? A couple folks whose names he'd forgotten, at the lake. And that crazy girl who'd gone after tunnelsnakes.

So he somewhat looked forward to meeting his roommate at the carcass, starting to carefully cut off bits for Tectec to chew on. The Blue didn't fuss much about the small portions, just sleepily munching away at them.

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When Altith's bugling sounded out about the Weyr, Edwa pulled her pillow over her head and grumbled into it discontentedly. She didn't know why somebody was making all that noise but she really wished they would stop, because it was, well, noisy. So very noisy.

Baserath, however, awakened to Altith's message and was quite eager to pass it on. She was hungry, and the promise of food was a very good promise. She also wanted to see the other dragonets again, because she still worried about some and it would do her well to see that they were all fine.

But the first order of business was getting Hers out of bed! And so she set about to do just that, nuzzling all along Edwa's arm and huffing, patting at her with one pink paw.

Edwamine, Edwamine, she said happily, radiating her affection through her mental voice as well as her expressive eyes, You should rise now, Edwamine, because Altith wishes us to come and get food. I would very much like that, Edwamine. She peered at the girl, her eyes whirling happily.

Edwa sighed into the pillow, then tossed it off her face and sat up, rubbing at her eyes a little. She didn't bother to change her clothes--her sleeping outfit was just a loose shirt and pants, and if they were to hurry on out, then she figured pajamas would not be breaking the rules just yet--instead focusing on getting out of there so she wouldn't be the last one in line for whatever was going on.

It turned out to not have really mattered, because they were just gathering in a clump first anyway, not a line. Edwa flopped down to sit on the dirt when she was invited to, not caring what smudges she might get on her pants, looking up at the Weyrlingmaster. For now she was still sleepy, but she was waking up by degrees already.

As she did, she started to look around herself. Which was the girl that was to be her roommate? Baserath was quick to identify Geneith, which in turn identified Geneith's. Okay, that girl. In-ter-est-ing.

And then Edwa had a while of giggling to herself in glee, as she proceeded to the carcass, because she had Impressed! Impressed a dragon that was just love, too. She just wished Baserath could meet all those meanies who'd said she was too crazy for dragons to handle. Maybe someday.

Do not worry about them, love, Baserath suggested as she chewed on a small cut of meat that Edwa provided her. They were wrong, and you are Mine and wonderful. That is what is important. You are Mylove.[/size] And that just made Edwa giggle more.

[kyrillion]

Wake up, Mine.[/color]

For a moment, after opening her eyes, Kyrillion had no idea where she was. An unfamiliar ceiling greeted her (unfamiliar because she'd seen it only once, in the dark, the previous night when she and Rip had claimed one of the last available rooms). The voice that had woken her was inside her head, and she didn't know how that was possible, and there was some sort of deadweight on her chest that prevented her from moving, or sitting up, or seeing what exactly what was going on...

Her memory came flooding back, then, and everything clicked into place. Well, not quite everything. Trying to sit up again - to no avail - she managed to lift her head and found that her nose was only inches from a cornflower-blue muzzle and swirling opalescent eyes. A bright smile lit her face.

Good morning, love. What are you doing?
You kicked off your blanket in the middle of the night, Mine. You were cold.[/color]

Rip's mindvoice was tinged with worry, and Kyril noted with some amusement that he was sprawled entirely on top of her, an ideal replacement for the blanket which lay in a tangled lump on the floor. Thank goodness he wasn't very big - yet. And despite the early-morning autumn chill infiltrating the barracks, she was warm and cozy, and almost reluctant get out of bed.

Is there a reason you have me up at this hour, Rip? Her undisguised amusement took any sting out of the words, and the blue nudged her shoulder playfully.
Yes. Altith and His summon us. They say you may dress, but must attend to me first...
Is there anything you need...? Neither knew quite what the Weyrlingmaster had meant by that, it seemed.
I am hungry, but I believe there is food waiting for us outside.
Right. Off me then, my little dragon-blanket. I'll just be a moment.

The blue stood hesitantly before jumping from the cot, careful not to bump, step on, or crush His, and then moved to sit patiently by the door. Kyril was quickly dressed - she owned few outfits, and the one she'd worn to the feast the previous night had been the only one that didn't bear any telltale marks of her previous craft. This one wasn't particularly bad - a few soot marks here and there, and a couple of burns around the sleeves. It would have to do.

As soon as she was finished - she didn't bother with her hair, it never behaved anyway - she and Rip headed outside and stood among the others, listening intently to F'del's introduction. She stood with her hands clasped behind her back, and when he met her gaze and held it for a few long moments, towards the start of his brief lecture, she returned it evenly and steadily, though she wasn't entirely sure of its significance.

She wasn't at all distressed about her room assignment - some of the others seemed a bit put-out by the announcement - but, then, she didn't think she'd ever met Felicia. It seemed she'd have the opportunity now, though - F'del was assigning them teams while they fed the dragonets. When he was finished with his speech, she moved unerringly towards the tables and the carcasses, not at all fazed by the task ahead - it had been a long trip to Crescent Hold, when she and her grandfather had moved there, and they'd done plenty of hunting for meals along the way. This would not be the first carcass she'd ever cleaned.

Seizing the nearest knife, she started with what she knew to be the good meat - the backstrap. Slicing it carefully from the bones, she didn't bother to remove the fat that was layered on top - she figured Ripariath would enjoy it. The blue sat unobtrusively by her side, watching the process, his curiosity trumping his hunger... for the first few minutes, at least. Soon, though, he was absolutely wiggling with anticipation and, though he didn't ask how much longer it would take, or make any attempt to voice just how hungry he was, Kyril could feel his growing impatience.

Calm down, love. Here.
Grabbing a slab, she cut off a small chunk and tossed it at him - he caught it easily, and would have swallowed it whole save for a stern word from his rider,
Chew.
She repeated the process, though moved with deliberate slowness to encourage him to take his time, as well. It worked - he trusted her, and was confident that His knew what was best. Felicia hadn't yet joined them at the table, but she nodded to any of the other Candidates who made eye contact - she recognized Chelo from the night before (and, miracle of miracles, actually remembered her names), but most were as unfamiliar to her as her new roommate was. She doubted that wouldn't be the case for long.

[jack]

Time to get up, Mine!

The voice in his head was cheerful and bright...and very much awake at this god-forsaken hour. His thoughts, however, were dreamy and absent...and very much asleep. So when the voice and his thoughts crossed paths F'let's immediate reaction was to blink and sit up, glancing from side to side as though he'd just heard a ghost.

But it was no ghost that'd bee speaking to him, and he let a bright grin spread onto his lips as an indigo head was thrust into his arms, a waggling tail whipping about just in his sight. "Oh! Morning Doppelith!"
Morning, F'letMine! We have to go-go-go!

F'let tilted his head, black bangs falling in his face as he grinned, questioning the other, "Go? Go where?"
Outside, of course! Altith says to come outside for food!
As if on cue the lovely purple's belly gave a loud grumble, F'let bursting into laughter at the sheepish look the dragon displayed. "Okay then! Let's get going."

The blackette rolled out of his bed with a pleased chirp, shrugging on some simple dancewear--the cream pants and blue belt used for practice and training--and shrugged on a tunic, not bothering to grab the shoes he'd been scolded so many times for not having. All set and ready he bounded out of his quarters, Doppelith stampeding at his heels.

They weren't the first to arrive--not a shock there--but they weren't the last, and F'let cheerfully plopped down in the dirt, Doppelith making a point to plop down in the same manner before shoving his head into the other's lap and spreading his wings out contentedly.

The pair listened with rapt attention to the man's speech, F'let shrinking back subtly at the mention of relationships. Well that was certainly a bummer...but he supposed there wasn't anything to do about it...and Doppelith agreed.

But the speech was over soon-enough--or long enough as some would no doubt say--and Doppelith was eying the carcasses with distinct attention. He rose to his feet and immediately headed towards his meal, F'let right at his side. The dragonet was surprisingly calm as he sat down at F'let's knee, peering at the food hungrily as his tummy rumbled incesently. F'let laughed and shook his head, shrugging on the apron with a hum and wielding the knife.

It had been a long time since he'd handled meat...but he'd handled it many a time before. From helping to gut fish as a very young child--didn't last long, really--to helping his father clean whatever animal he'd decided to taste-test on their travels, F'let had become well acquainted with a blade. Not that he was an expert or anything. He just knew how to not cut a finger off! Which...was good right?

Nevertheless, he cut the dead animal with a lazy hum, making certain that Doppelith chewed thoroughly before beginning to cut another. It was slower progress than most, but he knew that the Purple wouldn't have an upset stomach later from gobbling like some kind of mad dog!

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So far, morning wasn't going quite as Durian had planned. She'd woken up practically squished, her over-protective brown devil of a dragon curled partially on top of her and growling like a disturbed bear in his sleep. In an attempt to squirm free she'd ended up waking him, and as she yawned and moved to wash her face, had endured a long looking over..as if the dragonet thought that her trying to rollover meant she'd been bitten by some monster that had /somehow/ managed to squish between her and him!

But if that wasn't enough, the dragonet had nearly attached himself to her as she wandered around the quarters, trying to decide what to do. She'd been woken up incredibly early...was she even supposed to be awake? To make matters worse, Reggae was also woken up by the disturbance, and while Durian soothed Mesreath and claimed she had wanted to get up early, Reggae wasn't nearly so polite.

So here the poor girl was, sitting on her bed with her chin in her hand, watching as her tiny pink flit screeched what must be profanities down at her devil of a brown while he barked what she knew was profanity back and followed every twist she made in the air from the ground. If it hadn't been so ridiculously early, she probably would have thought it amusing.

Bt it was so early in the morning, and the only thing she could think of at the moment was tying both of their mouths shut in the vain attempt of catching a few more z's.

Just as she had been contemplating her devilish scheme, however, Mesreath suddenly stopped his yelling at the flit, his contstantly-crimson eyes flashing. Without warning he charged over to Durian, crawling his way onto the bed and wrapping around her in a bit of a choke-hold. "Ack..Mes...squishing."

He loosened his hold subtly, grumbling softly. Durian sighed. "What is it that's got you...even more determined to squash me than usual, hm?"
The Purple, Altith. Mesreath replied at last, grumbling to himself, He calls all the Weyrlings.
"Well alright, that's not surprising. His is the Weyrlingmaster now, isn't he? Or at least, that's what one of the cooks told me...since O'sho is the Weyrleader now.." She squirmed a bit, unsucessfully trying to wriggle free. "Oh come now. We have to go, don't we? Or else we'll get in trouble."

Mesreath gave the dragon equivalent of a frown, clearly not liking the idea, but gave in with a huff, uncoiling himself and moving to the ground with a threatening stare. Durian--dressed already--merely shook her head and headed out of the room, Reggae gliding to her shoulders with another angry screech at Mesreath.

The pair made their way quickly to where the other's were gathered, Mesreath making a point to shoot a glare at anyone they past, and entering the crowd of weyrlings with a warning growl. He pushed His towards the edge of the group, putting himself inbetween her and anyone else and snarling at everyone they past before--as Durian dropped to the ground with a rub at her temples--he coiled around her as usual and continued to shoot glares.

"You're acting ridiculous, you know."
I am not ridiculous, Mine. He grumped back.
"Yes you are. What do you think's gonna happen to me? Its safe here, Mes."
Hmph. For now.
Protect me when I'm in danger, not when I'm safe, okay Mes? Arching a brow she squirmed free of his coils, sitting to his side and draping a fond arm on him, carefully rubbing his eyeridges to calm him. Clearly displeased the Brown shifted, putting his head and one taloned foot in her lap before settling, his body and tail protectively wrapped around her back but without the snake-like vice grip he'd recently adopted.

Durian paid close attention to F'del's words, having an intense feeling that she'd be needing every drop of wisdom he had to offer. Mesreath was quite a handful, and would be so forever if he had anything to do with it. Mesreath, on the other hand, wasn't paying a lick of attention to the Purple-Rider, save to shoot him and his dragon a glare every once and a while before diverting his attention again.

But he wasn't surprised when the mention of food was at last in the air...perhaps he'd been paying a shadow of attention after all! Nevertheless, while the other dragonets scrambled to feed he held back, ignoring the grumbling in his tummy with determination before--after everyone else was settled--he rose and allowed Durian to rise as well.

She gave him a stern look, just daring him to try and wrap around her while she walked, and he gave a quiet scoff, grinding his teeth with distaste. His was clearly mad at him...but he still couldnt' figure out why! He was only protecting her--couldn't she see all the dangers? and His was so scrawny...so thin and wispy! She wasn't a dragon--strong and powerful! She was to be defended and honored and defended!

But it was clear she would have none of it so he at last gave in to her request, holding back just a hair to walk at her side rather than herd her like an annoyed sheep. Looking a bit like a guard dog he held his head and his body high, wings partially spread and eyes whirling like rich-red fire as he escorted her towards the meat, taking the pieces she cut off while still observing all around her. He wasn't about to let something happen to His.

Durian, on the other hand, was thinking of other things. "Chelo, huh?" She absently wondered allowed, "...I don't remember her." She frowned, "I guess I never met her. Huh...wonder how we'll find her..."

[lysita]

Felicia was loath to be awake so early, as was Dellauouth but being the one to hear the weyrling master's dragon he had no choice. At the older dragon's command he stood and shook himself off before going over and nudging Felicia. Mine, you need to get up, there is a lesson to get to. The young girl groaned and rolled from her back onto her side. Mine! Get up!

[/color] Dellauouth said a little louder and with more vehemence.

Felicia snapped her eyes open and found herself looking into the black dragonets eyes and the last days events came flooding back. She was a weyrling, of a black dragonet, that meant there were lessons to get to. She swung her leg over the edge of the bed and started to stand, only to lose balance and fall against Dellauouth.
"Oh Del, I'm sorry." She said in a whisper, her voice filled with contrition. No harm done mine.[/color] Felicia quickly got dressed and brushed her hair while Dellauouth sat and whined that he wasn't keen on being around anyone other then his rider.
"Oh, it won't be so bad." She said by way of reassurance although her voice held her own insecurities at being around others.

Soon enough they were outside and made their way towards where the others were, although they kept their distance. Both listen attentively as the weyrling master spoke, Felicia gasping when he announced they'd be sharing a room. Why are they doing this to us mine? I don't want to be in a room with others.[/color]
"Neither do I Del, but it's what they do here, I think." Obviously neither of the pair were happy about needing to share a room, still they went over to the tables and carcasses. Now she needed to know who Kyrillion was, she hadn't got to know any of the candidates before the hatching, therefore she had no idea who was who.

"Del, who is Ripariath?" She asked in a low voice, looking around at the girls knowing the weyrling was a girl just not which one. That blue over there The black responded, nodding his head towards Kyrillion's blue. With a small sigh she made her way over, Dellauouth following cautiously.
"Hello. I am Felicia. This is Dellauouth, or Del for short."[/center]

[Birdy]

Chelo sighed, Seiseth had was nearly full and she still hadn't seen this Durian person, or her dragon. Mesreath was it? More please Seiseth said opening his mouth and interrupting her thoughts. After several more pieces of meat, she herself felt quite full, and as she herself hadn't eaten this morning there was no doubt in her mind that Seiseth had had his fill. He watched her with whirling eyes for a moment before turning to stare at the other weyrlings.

Mesreath and His are over there Chelomine, he said after a while, stretching and getting up. Chelo turned to watch the dragonet with wide eyes, ~Why didn't you tell me that earlier? she said in and exasperated tone. If you had found Mesreath's first, getting food would have taken longer, he said simply, heading off, Chelo assumed, towards their roommates.

Mesreath is the brown Chelomine, he said as he came near the pair. Chelo looked up, finding the brown, and his rider. She remembered thinking it odd for a male to Impress a brown, but then again, she never thought she'd Impress a black either. The girl looked nice enough, Chelo noted, but she vaguely remembered the brown as being the one who had mauled the boy at the hatching. She pushed those thoughts out of her mind; she didn't want to start things out on a bad note with her roommate.

"You're Durian right?" she said stepping forward, and holding out her hand. I told you that was Durian, why are you asking Mine? Don't you trust me Chelomine? Seiseth said in a slightly hurt slightly confused tone. Seiseth, it's just a way of starting a conversation; I don't want to sound like a stalker. And of course I trust you, Seiseth, Chelo said hurriedly. She returned her focus to Durian, "I'm Chelo, and this is Seiseth. You two are our roommates right?"

[123notit]

MetaMine! They are calling us! Wake up!!! The cyan called to the sleeping Meta. The eager being was excited. It was time to learn. To learn to be a real dragon. She gently pulled on Meta's sleeve and the girl was up, yawning gently.

"Topeth!" she said, smiling as she recalled that she had her own dragon now. She grinned widely and jumped up. "Let's go!!!!" She hurried to get dressed and ran otuside, the cyan bounding forward by her feet. They arrived at the lessons and plopped down next to the others. The Werylingmaster, F'del began to talk to them, lecturing them about the rules and the anatomy and blah blah blah. The pair began feeling bored. They didn't need the lecture on no sex. And Meta had already felt Topeth exploring her mind. She had nothing to hide from the dragonet. She had nothing to hide from anyone.

Finally, they were instructed to feed their dragons. Meta felt Topeth squirm excitedly at news of this. She was starving. Then they would get clean. Hers was learning how to take care of her, it was so exciting. They would definitly be an awesome pair!

Top Meta said, quickly deciding to shorten the excited cyan's name, Which one is Animatamora and Zucherroth? We'll be living with them! Isn't it exciting?

Topeth quickly agreed and replied That is the blind one, Mine. The white one. That is Zuccerroth. His shouldn't be too far away since he cannot see. Meta nodded and stood, looking around for the white so the two may feed their dragonets together and get to know each other.

Mine? The voice was cautious and quiet, so T'zar pushed it away. It came again, more forceful, and he awoke slowly. His head pounded and his eyes were puffy. Had he.....cried last night? No, of course not. He was a man. men didn't cry. Even if they did Impress Green dragonets.

Mine, it's time for the first lesson. We must go. But don't worry. It'll be fun. We can learn more about each other. Then you'll love me more, don't worry. I love you so much, so I know you'll love me too!

T'zar muttered a "Yeah, yeah." before slowly getting dressed and walking out. Brecciaeth followed closely behind him. As they approached the others, Brecciaeth grew a bit more bold and made a few flirty calls to the other male dragonets. They were pretty, but Hers was the most attractive of all.

Soon the lesson started. And Tzar felt himself having no desire to pay attention. He stood, refusing to sit and get his pants dirty, and half-listened, staring at the high Impressors enviously. As F'del talked about the no sex rule, T'zar felt his eyes on his and looked at him uncomfortably. That man was trying to ruin everything that made this hell bearable. Wine and sex. Neither he was allowed to have. Shards, this was frusterating.

After the lecture, they were given roommate assignments. This didn't please T'zar. He had never been forced to share a room with anyone. If he had, it was one night with a woman. He allowed Brecciaeth to lead him to the boy he'd be living with. Great, he had a girl dragon too. What if that meant the boy was actually gay?

[4horseshowgirl4]

Yesterday afternoon had been, well... interesting. Well, obviously it was interesting, as Pratyba had become a Weyrling. But, for simplicity's sake, it's assumed that everyone knows about that. After all, who wouldn't? Pratyba ranked behind few at the small Weyr for infamy (a fact that her late entrance at the Hatching hadn't helped), and the fact that she'd Impressed the lively Pink that had had trouble navigating around eggs and thought a good idea of fun was attempting to tackle her larger Blue brother was rather worrying. Even Pratyba herself was worried! At least, she was worried to the extent that it was possible for Pratyba to be worried, which wasn't very much at all. It was one thing for her to control herself. It was difficult and bothersome for her to do so, but she always knew how to have fun and where to toe the line. Oorth, however, acted rather out of Pratyba's control, as far as Pratyba had seen. Would she be able to control the dragon? Pratyba yawned and rolled over. It was too early to be worried! She drifted back to sleep.

Yesterday afternoon, Pratyba was all gung-ho to attend the Feast. It just wasn't something she would miss! Besides, Oorth had got to stuff herself with meat while Pratyba hadn't eaten at all that day (Kalith had summoned her to the Sands before she'd got breakfast), and nothing sounded better than plenty of good food and drink. However, Oorth had been convinced that if Hers wanted to go so badly, then surely Oorth should go a long with her! The Pink had hid her tiredness well, covering it with an even more exuberant layer of energy, as if trying to persuade Hers that she really wasn't tired at all! Pratyba had, multiple times, tried to lock Oorth in the room and go to the Feast, but she always found the Pink dragonet at her heels before she had gone a few steps. "Oorth, if Kalith sees you there, she will personally eat us!" Pratyba had wailed in an attempt to get Oorth to stay and sleep. But, Mine! You can sneak me in and I'll hide under your chair! No one will know!

[/color] Pratyba could only laugh at the obvious holes in Oorth's logic. Rather than argue with the dragon, Pratyba had led her (for the umpteenth time) back to the room, humming soothingly as she went.

Finally, Oorth succumbed to slumber. Pratyba was, used to pretty much ignoring whatever influence people tried to exert on her, was unaccustomed to having Oorth in such a large portion of her mind. Once the dragon fell asleep, her sleepiness had pulled Pratyba into a similar state of drowsiness. She had started to head out the door... but she had never made it. She woke up on the floor next to Oorth, the dragon's tail curled happily over her back. Pratyba's Impression euphoria had not faded in the slightest, and she sat up, wrapping Oorth's neck in a choking hug again. She was angry at the Pink for not letting her go to the Hatching, but that anger was very shallow, and it faded away as soon as Pratyba realized it was there. Who cared about a Feast when she had a dragon? Her stomach rumbled loudly, piercing the silence of the early morning, reminding her that she hadn't eaten since dinner the night before last. "Shut up, you stupid thing," Pratyba muttered, poking her stomach. As if in rebellion, it rumbled with more insistence.

Who ya' talkin' to, PratybaMine? Pratyba's muttering had awoken Oorth, who yawned vastly rather like a feline, before snapping her jaws back together again. "My stomach!" Pratyba replied, jumping to her feet and making her way over to her cot before she realized that this cot wasn't the one in the Candidate Barracks, and therefore it was unlikely that it didn't have some stash of food under the foot of the mattress. Why are you talking to your stomach?[/color] Oorth asked, rising to her feet and shoving her nose under the thin mattress of the cot imitating Pratyba as the Weyrling slipped her hand under the mattress just to ensure that there WAS no food under there. Another Weyrling could have put it there! (Nevermind that Kalith's clutch was the first set of Weyrlings there; if there was food for some odd reason, Pratyba wanted to know about it, either to eat it or remove it before it began to smell too badly!)

"C'mon, Oorth, let's go to the kitchens. I don't think I'm going to be able to wait until breakfast!" Pratyba exclaimed, putting her hand to her head dramatically. She gestured for the Pink hatchling to follow her as she skipped out of the room, Oorth clumsily trying to copy the movement. She finally figured out that by galloping after Pratyba, she could 'skip' by hopping into the air and switching her leading leg every step or two. Bet I can skip faster than you![/color] Oorth challenged, finding her stride and blazing past Pratyba. Oh![/color] she said suddenly, stopping and whipping around to face Pratyba so suddenly that she didn't have time to stop and tumbled head over heels over Oorth. "Ow, Oorth! What?!" Pratyba exclaimed, sitting up and rubbing her shoulder. Her hunger and the new, throbbing pain in her right shoulder (but one that was already fading fast, thankfully; it seemed like she had just bruised it) were making her rather grumpier than she normally was. A grown dragon-- Altith?-- told me to tell you to come outside a few minutes ago. Is that important?[/color] Oorth looked up at Pratyba innocently.

"Oh, shard it, Oorth! Our first Weyrling lesson! Yes, that's VERY important! Next time someone says something like that to you, tell me immediately!" Pratyba sprang to her feet faster than seemed humanly possible and headed for the Weyrbowl at a dead run, Oorth, curious and feeding off of Hers's franticness, hot on her heels. The quick little Pink swiftly overtook Pratyba, her short legs all but a blur, as she caught sight of where the other dragons were gathered. We're HERE![/color] Oorth announced happily, pouncing on Altith's tail. "I'm sorry I'm late!" Pratyba panted, throwing herself on the floor on her back next to her fellow Weyrlings. "Oorth failed to pass along the message until we were halfway to the kitchens!"

As F'del spoke, Pratyba listened. Well, she tried to listen. It was very distracting when Oorth was determined to amuse herself with whatever inane thing caught her eye! Pratyba was constantly having to remove her hair, someone's boot, a rock, etc. from her grasp. Besides, this was stuff anyone should know! Pratyba had two Dragonriding brothers-- she pretty much knew how the system worked. It was too bad they hadn't been able to come for the Hatching! But, then again, she was somewhat consoled by the fact that they hadn't seen her run in until the Hatching was halfway over. Then at least they couldn't make fun of-- oh, she really needed to listen to what F'del was saying, didn't he? Room assignments were somewhat important, right? Pratyba crossed her fingers, fervently hoping that her roommate was someone she liked, or at least knew!

"Yes!" Pratyba shouted enthusiastically when F'del announced that she would be with Sol. Now, come on, how much better could that have been done? Oorth and Eccolath already seemed to be friends, too! "Sorry, carry on!" Pratyba apologized hastily in a slightly quieter voice. She got to her feet when F'del was finished, her breath back to normal, and briskly walked over to their pile. Oorth swallowed the chunks of meat faster than Pratyba could cut them out of the herdbeast. Eventually, the Pink stuck her muzzle into the large cut into the herdbeast's side Pratyba had made, trying to rip out the meat with her immature teeth herself. Pratyba threw a meat chunk at her head, which made Oorth back up. "Be patient, you! I'm hungrier than you are-- at least YOU got to eat yesterday!" Pratyba's stomach rumbled noisily again as if confirming that statement.[/right][/font]

[kia]

O`ris looked up as soon as he heard a squeal of happiness for Rhyolith. From the sound, it meant that Rhy had found their roommates. Well, O`ris had already reconized T`zar from the Hatching, but he had to wait to introduce himself until T`zar approached him at least. He saw the downcasted look of the boy`s face. That instantly made O`ris start thinking. Why was he so upset about Impressing. Sure O`ris had wish for a male dragon considering he liked girls, but as soon as Rhy Impressed to him, he put away that selfish thought and fell in love with Rhy. Rhy was his, and he was hers. And he could not ask for something better than her. Thank you, Mine. I am so glad that you accepted your Rhyolith. She would not have chosen anyone but you. The others were too bravado or they smelled, she replied with that strong voice.

Then she turned her attention onto Brecciaeth and squealed again. Brecciaeth, so good to see you. Why is your Mine always acting like that? Come! You must get him to feed you properly like my Mine has already started doing. And my Mine will show your Mine that having you is the best thing in Pern. Who could not love you or me but our Mines?, Rhy exclaimed, trying to make Brecciaeth feel good and let her know that she will make sure that O`ris teaches T`zar to love Brecciaeth the way he ought to love her. After all, Rhy was determined to show how great her color could be. And if that meant starting in the beginning by teaching another boy to love his dragon, then so be it.

As for Lira, she had over slept. She looked around and did not see neither her Mine nor his dragon. She chirped and panicked until she heard voices outside. He had left her! How could he! He loved her, didn`t he? She quickly flew into the air and betweened to O`ris`s side. She chirped angrily until the boy put the knife down and grabbed the little Fire Lizard. doing his usual routine with her, he held her and shushed her, sending happy thoughts toward her until she hushed. When she did, she stared at O`ris with red eyes. The boy felt sad but a little happy. "I am sorry, dear. I thought it might be best to let you sleep longer. Just because I will get less sleep does not mean you have to have less sleep." Hearing those words combined with the emotions O`ris was sending made her feel better. Her eyes turned blue and she chirped happily, crooning and nuzzling her cheek against the boy`s chest as he held her.

[Kila]

Sol was startled awake by a loud, cheerful bugle just outside of the barracks. She threw herself upright in bed, on guard and unwary to find herself in an almost brand-new environment. This was the first time she had woken up in the Weyrling Barracks. This was the first time she'd woken up as a Weyrling. On her bed, Eccolath lifted her head sleepily from where she was curled and let hear and enthusiastic voice that popped vividly into her head:

Good sun-rise, little winglings! It is time to rise and eat! Roust Your's from bed and inform them they MUST get up and hurry to come outside - they can dress, but they must see to you first.

Sol looked on with borderline alarm as Eccolath gazed at and listened to something far away that was lost upon her own ears. "Eccolath, what is it?" she asked, climbing out of her sheets and crossing to Hers. Altith says it is time to get up and eat; she replied when the message was done. He says you must get up and hurry outside- after you see to me. You are allowed to dress. The dainty Cyan had clearly picked up on the playfulness in Altith's voice and teased Hers gently, the mood being quite catching. She had already been infected by the Purple's enthusiasm for starting the day, but was still blanketed by the sleepy, dreamy quality she had shown since she hatched.

Sol let out a breath of air, relieved. How kind of him to say so, she said, slipping subconsciously into mindspeak. It was still rather strange to her when she thought about it, but when Eccolath was speaking to her it was almost a natural response to reply in the same way. And are you seen to? Sol looked at Eccolath lovingly and admired her every feature, again impressed by her beauty, perfection, and absolute correctness just for her. She was so lucky. Moved, Sol hopped up onto Eccolath's stone bed and wrapped her arms around her, curling up alongside her and hugging her tight. There. Now you're seen to, she declared. Why get up? She could stay just like this all day. But there's so much to do, Mine. It's a brand new day. Think of what could happen... Eccolath protested, her mind wandering at it's own suggestion. Nuzzling hers she hopped to her feet, excited by all the prospects she had already begun to imagine. Get up! Get dressed! Something- no, many things- are waiting for us outside!

Sol laughingly obeyed and the pair romped out of the barracks in no time. Rubkat was up, but not yet bright. Shards, how early was it? Around the seventh candlemark? Did all Weyrling lessons start this early? Mine, Mine- If you'd slept in you would have missed the whole day; Eccolath chimed optimistically. Oh, I don't mind the hour, Sol said quickly in her defense, I just though that lessons would be in the afternoon for some reason. Besides, I'm really hungry this morning for some reason; I'm glad we're going to get to eat. Me too! Eccolath sang, prancing along at her heels.

The crowd of new Weyrlings gathered slowly- all of them probably not as enthused or accepting of the hour as the Cyan and Hers had been. F'del stood patiently and waited for them, however, Altith towering happily behind him. The Weyrlingmaster pair practically oozed enthusiasm- it was no wonder Eccolath had caught it so easily. Sol had been thrilled to hear that their Weyrlingmaster was someone she knew, even if it was only a little bit. She had met F'del at the flitter hatching where she had impressed Hally, who at that moment was curled in her pocket.The little Black was still shy and a little scared of Eccolath, who was a very large new presence in his bonded's and thus his life. Inevitably, though, he would come around; Eccolath was far too peaceful for him to be afraid for long.

When everyone had assembled, F'del began to speak. He clearly had alot to cover, because he first invited them to sit down if they weren't afraid of a little mud. Sol accepted this offer happily, plunking herself down on the ground and biting back a smile of joy when Eccolath bounced down close beside her. He began by introducing himself and establishing his authority, dismissing the notion of a color hierarchy when he was their Weyrlingmaster, with Altith having just as much power over the dragonetts in respect to their hides. Their aim for the first lesson was to feed, bathe, and oil their dragonetts. Sol could tell that Eccolath was pleased by this idea, for she too became quite partial to the notion of doing it. They did not begin right away, though. F'del told them some about himself and his inclination that they did not lie to him, chances being he would know it. He pressed on to try and gain their trust, offering his assistance and advice for anything they might need and inviting them to come to him.

He next spoke some about pets and what was off limits while they were in their Weyrlinghood. He had been making eye contact with everyone in turn, and it was then that he let his eyes linger on Sol. They both smiled at the relevance of her turn in respect to the subject. He had been there when she impressed Hally. Of course she would keep her fly, little flitter, and of course she would take care of him. SolMine, what is 'sex'? Eccolath inquired as F'del throughly banned it. Sol choked back a laugh, making a strangled noise in the process. A conversation for another time, my love, she said, concentrating all of her effort on not bursting into hysterics and making a scene. It was in part so funny because she had had the Weyrlingmaster in mind only just before that, and the connection of the two tops was probably a close to forbidden as Weyr rules could go. Having sex as a Weyrling was a no, but having sex as a Weyrling with the Weyrling master was a big no no! Talk about scandal.

The lesson progressed on to feeding and wing patterns and things they would do later on in their Weyrlinghood. Altith spoke to the dragonetts, Eccolath listened obediently, and Sol shrugged off the fact that F'del may not remember their names before their dragonett's. As the lesson became a lecture, he further explained that a lot of lessons would indeed hold lectures. Not the most exciting thing... but at least they would be outside. The current lecture was far from boring, however. Sol listened and watched intently as F'del mounted Altith smoothly and pointed out all the important parts of his dragon's anatomy. Eccolath too was intrigued and wiggled her body parts corresponding to Altith's as they were described.

The physical gradually receded into emotional. F'del congratulated them on their impressions and painted for them a picture of camaraderie that would be theirs for the rest of their lives. It was beautiful, but also frightening. Sol and Eccolath leaned against one another for mutual support- the Cyan's imagination taking each thing he said and manipulating it to exponential degrees. They were going to share happiness, sadness, pain- every emotion and feeling. It was wonderful, but it also made them feel kind of vulnerable. And then again: Mine, what is this 's- Shhhh! Sol clapped a hand over her mouth to contain herself as she hushed Eccolath. At least it had broken the tension.

The long speech finally done, F'del instructed them on how they were to feed their dragonetts. Sol didn't know exactly how she felt about the prospect of cutting up a recently slaughtered animal, but the explanation of her persistent hunger as being influenced by Eccolath made a good deal of sense. Before they were allowed to go, though, they were assigned their roommates- their partners in the Weyrling Barracks. PleaseputmewithPratybapleaseputmewithPratybapleaseput- YES! "YES!" she heard Pratyba echo when the assignment was given. Yet again defying all odds, Sol was assigned to room and butcher with her best friend.

Dismissed for now, Sol rose and approached the carcass warily. Pratyba was there, already carving away for a glutenous Oorth, but Sol swayed in hesitation. Eccolath bounded over and hovered above the carcass, looking at it eagerly and butting at Sol's leg imploringly when she did not move. Feed me, Mine? I am huuuuuungry! This was true, Eccolath had not eaten all that much yesterday when they had left the Sands. The hunger in Sol's own stomach panged in testament even though she personally did not find the dead herdbeast before her at all appealing. The poor thing.... but it was already dead, and Hers was hungry. Picking up a knife, Sol grudgingly set to work. It was not a pleasant task, for she enjoyed the companionship of almost all kinds of animals and this seemed particularly brutal. But she was a dragonrider now, and it was something she would have to get used to doing.

[fidelli]

I saw her today at the reception
In her glass was a bleeding man
She was practiced at the art of deception
Well I could tell by her blood-stained hands

;;Altith had realized long ago that this was fun - please, it was the only reason he did it - but F'del yielded to the superiority of his dragon that he was right just about this moment. He hadn't realized, although he had been assisting for a few turns, that teaching the Weyrlings as this much fun! No wonder people did it, even asked for the post! He began to realize that these kids were special, in a way that he hadn't realized before - these were the future of the weyr, and he suddenly felt protective, as they began to stumble outside. He wanted to protect them from what was out there, and wanted them to be ready - they were his responsibility. Altith, calmly tucked under his hand, shared in His's enthusiasm - actually, he's probably the reason F'del had all of the excitement. Isn't it wonderful, F'delMine? They are so much fun! We are going to raise them and make them wonderful riders!


;;And watching them file in, F'del could only hope. The first was a Cyanrider. Rhyolith's new rider, Altith told him helpfully, and F'del watched the sleepy young man take his place. That would be, O'ris? He checked the paper in his hand to make sure - yes, it was. Then a Greenrider... Gneith's. Right... And Her's is... Laura. A quiet moment - none of the new Weyrlings seemed to be morning people, and then out scampered the Bronze and His. Without looking at the paper, F'del fought to remember the name... Bronzerider's were rare enough that their names should be known... L'ven! The young man seemed prepared, with pen and paper to write down what he said. Altith was amused by this - Look, MineOwn! He thinks the words you say are important. F'del chucked his dragon on the nose gently, laughing. Don't get smart, Alt - They are. Of course, Mine. The words were spoken with an air of one soothing a grumpy child, and F'del and Altith shared in the moment with a laughing quiet until the next pair stumbled out.

;;A Blackrider was next - Seiseth and a blond girl... Chelo. And then the Queenpair walked out - that was easy. Avalle, with Callistath - he knew her name, and would have to for the rest of his life. Then a Blue, a Pink, and another Blue - he stopped trying to remember names at this point. That would take at least a few days, and he had enough to remember. The Purple, the angry Brown, and a Black were next, and then a Cyan and a Green. The first pair that walked out looking marginally functional was the hyper pink that had made an impression at the Hatching, and Her's, who scampered out yelling, 'I'm sorry I'm late! Oorth failed to pass along the message until we were halfway to the kitchens!' He laughed, white teeth flashing against tan skin. "You aren't late - we haven't started yet. But that's a reminder - You are all not to go anywhere unless Altith and I know the general area, at least for the first few sevendays. As you're dragon's get older you have more freedom, but know that every dragon and rider is going to be watching you and reporting anything to us."

;;Altith was excited to have a dragonet as happy as he was so early in the morning and We're HERE! rang happily in his mind as he dragon chuckled and swiped gently at her with a large paw. That is good! We will have lots of fun! Sol, and the Cyan Eccolath were next, and F'del asked Altith to send out a broadcast - Weyrlings, you are about to be late! Please tell Your's to get out here! And here came the the Blackrider that had been mauled looking marginally better, and then Nim and her own blind White pranced out happily. Of course, it would be her that would be late... When they were all out, he started speaking, and Altith watched carefully, patiently asking the dragonets to stay awake and to stay still and to listen, while F'del became acquainted with his new pack.

;;Now it was time to start watching them and really begin to know them - a Greenrider was first, marching up with a look of defiance on her face that although she tried to hide didn't quite work. 'Excuse me, sir. What room am I assigned to? My name is Lynx.' As easy-tempered as F'del was, he didn't make mistakes, and didn't appreciate Weyrlings trying to get around names and nicknames. With a frown, he looked over his paper again. Altith, that is Gneith's, am I right? Her records say her name is Laura... The Purple shifted, peering down at the young Green with one large eye. Yes, that is Gneith. She called Her's Laura at the Hatching, I am sure. That was that then. "Well, Weyrling, the records have you down as Laura, so Laura you'll stay. I'm sorry, but I really don't have time for cocky younglings walking up and demanding I remember both names and nicknames - You are room 9, with Edwa. If you'll excuse me?" He stepped around the girl with a gentle smile that easily declared, No hard feelings, and walked off, with Altith asking him, Wasn't that just a little mean, Mine? He paused, and then shook his head. No, dearheart, it isn't. They have to realize the world isn't all about them - We aren't here to coddle, but to make sure they live and maybe grow up a little.

;;The pair moved away and stood in the middle to watch the Weyrlings slowly meet eachother, and begin to talk - it was good for them. Altith (who had been following F'del around looking a little like a forlorn puppy) now leaned over to nudge His. Perhaps we should too get to know them? His voice was eager, and F'del couldn't deny the eager Purple. Alright - we shall go around and meet the pairs then. Yip-i!

[/i] The Purple took charge, walking with an elegant stride over to where Oorth's and Eccolath's had just settled down to feed. Hello, little Weyrlings! I am Altith, in case you did not hear, and this is F'delMine. It was only slightly silly of Altith to be introducing F'del - he was proud of him. Did you both sleep well? Are you feeling alright? Are be making sure to eat slowly? Please do not choke - are Your's treating you well? Eager and heart-felt like always, Altith cheerfully asked the Weyrlings the questions that popped into his motherly head, while F'del turned to... "Sol." The name was a greeting that lacked insecurity - she was one of the few Weyrlings he had known before Impression. "And... Pratyba." That took a few moments, but he remembered.

;;He leaned against the table, far enough away he could see both of them at once. "I'm glad you two are excited that you were paired together," for he hadn't missed the yelping they had been doing, "And Altith and I are just coming around to make sure that you both are doing alright, if you have any questions... And Sol, that isn't going to leap out and attack you. It's quite dead." An easy grin, the broad shouldered man's deeper voice rumbled through on an easy octave as he flickered jade eyes between them. "If it makes you feel any better, this is only until Eccolath get's old enough to hunt by herself."

You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes you just might find
You just might find
You get what you need

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[kia]

Lynx gave a frowned when F`del called her by her real name. She seemed to growl a little. "Who is this Laura? I am Lynx! Lynx, you hear! Repeat it! Lynx! And you say you do not have time for nicknames, than I will make you have time. Until you call me Lynx, I refuse to room with Edwa. I will go find my own place," Lynx shouted back. She refused to give up when it came to her name. She hated that thread-forsaken name of hers. It was her past, the past where another pair of adults had tried to force her to do something that she never wanted to do. This was her new life. And she refused to let another adult rule her life when she was already considered a woman herself. She turned to head to the tables. She meant every word that came out of her mouth. And no punishment would make her change her mind.

She turned and lead Gneith to the feeding table. The Green looked up at her Mine and saw the rage in the girl`s eyes. She knew now was not the time to play. LynxMine, are you okay?

"No, Gneith, I am not. I refused to be called anything else but Lynx. I am not this Laura. I am Lynx," she replied.

Gneith nodded. Sorry I called you that. I was just recomfirming my choice. But you are my LynxMine. I wonder if Altith can convince his mine to change the paper. Gneith turned her eyes onto the large Purple. Altith, could your mine call LynxMine Lynx? It would mean a lot to her. And she is very serious about this. I only want to make her happy.

[fidelli]

It was in the dark that K'mar woke up, disorientated and in pain. His arm was throbbing, and his legs hurt as well, so much he was in agony... MineOwn, you must conquer the pain. The voice in his head made him start up, gritting his teeth in fury at the sudden wave that ran over his body. What was talking to him? It all came back in a flood as the medium sized Black hatchling came into view, rising from his couch and solemnly walking over to scan over His quickly. You are fine - no whining is needed. K'mar gritted his teeth, and hauled himself the rest of the way over the bed, spitting curses and worse profanities as he discarded trying to go back to sleep. Oh, do stop complaining. The young man glanced over at the Black who had settled back in the couch, and told him quietly, "You can feel everything I do - stop being all high and mighty." Nektuth snorted, but did clam up, and let K'mar think.

;;This time yesterday he had been a candidate, with a good job lined up for him with his family, and a surety that he wouldn't really Impress... Until a mad Brown had clawed up his legs and left him bleeding, and Nektuth decided to show up in his life. Looking over at the black, K'mar couldn't be angry either. It was already promising to be a hard road, but something made him unable to hate the Black that tried so hard to be the best, despite being the lowest ranking color... And he did love him. It was an odd relationship already, but it was HIS dragon, and by Faranth, he and Nektuth would stick together. He had been disliked by every apprentice for being better than them, hadn't he? What was the difference now? Now he was a Weyrling that would succeed, despite the burns he wore and the pale scars he would bear.

;;Good sun-rise, little winglings! It is time to rise and eat! Roust Your's from bed and inform them they MUST get up and hurry to come outside - they can dress, but they must see to you first. The voice rang clear and bright through the Black's mind, and Nektuth wrinkled his nose in distaste. Too early in the morning for such happiness! Stupid dragon, thinking he could boss them around... K'mar - who had been listening in on Nektuth's very broadcasted thoughts - filled him him briefly. That's the new Weyrlingmaster, and his dragon. What did he say? Hmmm... The Weyrlingmaster. Well, it was a posted position, according to His's mind, so it must be that they deserved the spot... So he wouldn't be excessively rude to him. Yes, yes, that's nice. What did he say? Hush, Mine. Can't you hear I was thinking? Altith says we will got outside and you will feed me - then you may see to yourself, and hopefully get you a bath. You were the best on the sands, of course, but you do NOT smell it.

;;So up they rose, K'mar wincing as he managed to walk out into the hallway and out into the hallway. An amiable smile crossed his lips as they walked out (Nektuth grudgingly letting His rest on him a little) and K'mar was decently happy. The lopsided grin was in place, and the intense young man was outside... Late. Opps. Well. Oh. I did forget to mention that, didn't I. Altith said we were to go outside. Whatever - he really didn't mind it (late once, late twice, whatever) and there were other's behind them. The ground! Wincing as he legs stretched against the bindings on them, he levered himself down and scratched Nektuth's eyeridges, and his demand - the young creature was proving himself to be as fickle and annoying as a cat. But that was life, and he really didn't mind it.

;;K'mar paid close attention when the man did begin to speak - he was smart, and by god just because he Impressed a lower color didn't mean they couldn't rise in the ranks. They were smart, and he was an intelligent person - he wasn't going to be looked down on just because they were a Blackpair. Nektuth firmly agreed - and was just a little surprised as K'mar let show his very intense side. The young man (as interested in girls as he was) only looked around after he stopped speaking, trying to see... Ah! The pretty girl he had flirted with, Sol. She was nice, and she had Impressed a Cyan. Perhaps he could talk to her later - but not right now, for as Nektuth demandingly insisted, HE WAS HUNGRY. It was odd to him that he didn't have to actually hear the dragon's words in his head to know what he was saying - every rider he had talked to explained it as speech, in his head. Well, whatever.

;;Up they rose - K'mar wincing at the very obvious pain that was throbbing at his legs, but determined all the same - to walk over to the table where his new roommate was already, with the Purple. What was his name? F'let? Ah, whatever. A small polite smile on his lips, the cordial young man nodded to him and grabbed his own knife. "F'let? I'm K'mar - this is Nektuth. It's nice meeting you." Hopefully, it wouldn't be too bad of a pair, and hopefully he wasn't stuck with a crazy that would push to be friends... Although... He did need friends. It would be nice to have a friend, instead of spending all of his time by himself, like he had before. Do not be ridiculous, MineOwn. You are not alone, certainly not when Your Nektuth is here. Doppelith. His greeting was brisk - one word was all he needed, until he got the measure of this dragon.

[123notit]

T'zar glanced down at the carcass in mild disgust. With as much bravado as he could muster, he removed his coat. It was definitly not as nice as the one he wore the night before, but it was still much nicer than most outside of Lord Holders owned. He foudn the least muddy spot and laid it gently down, glancing around at the others with a look that could kill. They weren't to step on it.

Brecciaeth looked up at Rhyolith with a happy draconic smile. I don't know why Mine acts this way. I just guess he doesn't see my greatness yet. For I am great. Just like Mine is. He shall come around though. Mine already loves me a little bit! Isn't he just wonderful? The little green was obviously very excited and loved her Mine greatly. She doubted she'd even need Rhyolith's and O'ris's help that much. She did greatly appreciate it though. She now concentrated on T'zar.

He had ignored the conversation, not knowing when he could love her. Slowly, he carved the meat. He wasn't half bad. He knew nothing of cooking but had gone hunting with his father and brother. He could weild a knife easily. He made no more contact with O'ris other than a slight nod. He still had to judge the boy.

[kia]

O`ris watched the boy as he took the knife and started working on choosing pieces for his dragon. Lira watch T`zar with interest as she wrapped her tail around O`ris` neck. Her eyes whirled with greens as she chirped once at the boy, windering why she was picking up on some small negative vibes from the boy. O`ris glanced once or twice over at T`zar before leaning over and giving Rhy a few pieces of meat he had managed to slice off for her. When he stood up, he went back to work. "Not that it means much, but I`m O`ris," he said out loud to the boy, just giving a small means of introducction. O`ris did not mind friends a whole lot, but he usually did not pursue it if he felt like the other was "hostile" towards him. He would wait for the other to decide if he wanted to be friends. Lira chirped at O`ris and nuzzled him, sending an image of a piece of food. She wanted a small piece of whatever he was giving to the large Cyan cousin if hers. O`ris quickly carved away a tiny piece and gave it to her, mentally sending her images that the rest of the food was was for Rhy and that she would be feed as soon as they were done.

Rhyolith`s eyes whirled in shades of blue as she listened to her clutch sister. She then turned when O`ris mentally told her he had some food for her. Once she had gulped that down, she was looking at her Green sister again. If you ever need me and Mine`s help, please just ask us. I don`t mind helping you out, and I am sure I can convince Mine to help as well. He loves me very much and does not ever want to see me unhappy. As long as your Mine and my Mine are rommates, I will make sure you are never unhappy, Rhyolith replied quickly, determined to help her sister out.

[kyrillion]

Soon enough, another dragon-rider pair was making their way over to the table. Even Ripariath pulled his attention away from the food long enough to regard the two as they came closer - and both noticed that neither one looked particularly thrilled at the prospect of having a roommate. That didn't bode well. Kyril could only hope the other girl wouldn't prove to be difficult... or outright unfriendly. They'd be seeing a lot of each other over the next several sevendays, after all - hopefully they wouldn't get off on the wrong foot.

"Hello. I am Felicia. This is Dellauouth, or Del for short."
Well, that was perfectly civil. Not overly-friendly, but that was all right. Kyril could feel her guarded expression relax some as she nodded a greeting before resuming work on the carcass.
"I'm Kyrillion, and this is Ripariath. I've been calling him Rip - you're welcome to, as well."
She paused to hand the blue another slice of meat.
"I've got all sorts of nicknames, myself - you can call me whatever you'd like, I suppose."
She smiled amiably.

Ripariath had turned (some of) his attention to Dellauouth, and he was regarding him with polite curiosity. While he was usually a bit protective of His, he seemed perfectly at-ease given the circumstances, and was feeling much more content now that his hunger had abated some.

OOC. Mff. The post is so short! xD I'd type more, but I'm in a bit of a hurry - my apologies. (:

[Kila]

Eccolath looked up curiously as Altith spoke to her, not perturbed about being interrupted because Sol was carving the meat painfully and slowly. The little Cyan's eyes whirred with wonder at the big dragon before her. Would she get that big one day? Were all Weyrlingmaster dragons purple? Would she turn purple like that when she grew up? No.... Eccolath looked down at her own special hide and decided quite easily that she would always remain her bluish-green shade.

Hello Altith, Eccolath hummed in greeting. The flurry of questions that came next were both confounding and exciting, and the Cyan decided that she liked him for it. How exciting it was to be around her teacher!
I sleeped very well last night and had many wonderful dreams.... I feel okay, 'course. SolMine is treat me very well, she crooned lovingly, looking over to Hers, I am making sure to eat very slowly. I must because Mine is slow to feed me. The dragonetts speech was notably underdeveloped, her having just hatched. It was also do to the fact, though, that she spent more time thinking than speaking and could explain far better without her dreamy words.

Sol flinched a little when F'del called her and Pratyba's name from somewhere close behind them. She was concentrating hard on not thinking about what she was actually doing to the dead beast before her, and the shattering of her concentration rattled her nerves. Eccolath turned away and she lowered her knife and turned around to face the elder Rider. Thankfully, he was only checking in. She shot a happy look over to Pratyba when he mentioned their enthusiasm for being paired together and gave him the winning smile she had before. "We're so happy to be rooming together, sir, you don't even know! We're only best friends, is all, she said with a hint of playful facetiousness. But that is a story in itself."

"And Sol, that isn't going to leap out and attack you. It's quite dead." He told her, noting her dainty hold on the knife and distaste with using it. "If it makes you feel any better, this is only until Eccolath gets old enough to hunt by herself." It did. Sol's shoulders relaxed visibly and she breathed a happy sigh. "Oh it does, F'del, thank you! It's not that I'm squeamish, I just love animals and seeing one like this... it's just new. Like everything else."

Because of the stress of the current situation, though it had thankfully just been relieved to some extent, the hysteria from earlier was baying at the edge of her mind. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Eccolath studying F'del, no doubt wondering the answer to her sex question. The recollection of her earlier association made her face twitch as she tried not to show the hilarity on her face. It was so inappropriate.... but so funny.

Eccolath.... don't do it...

Altith? What did yours mean by-

Eccolath!

Ummmm...... nevermindIforgot!

Sol bit the inside of her cheeks. Now would be a great time for Pratyba to jump into the conversation!

[123notit]

T'zar looked up from his cutting as the other boy addressed him. What was he trying to gain? T'zar knew his name from the room assignment. Well, he supposed they would be living together. Best to make it at least somewhat not silent. Not that he would be sharing all his hopes, dreams, and heartbreaks with this boy. But they could....maybe....talk about their days or ask each other questions...or something.

"T'zar" he answered, looking up and giving him a small nod. He tried to think of something else to say, but felt nothing else important enough to tell the other boy. Usually, he would smirk and give his full title, citing his Lord Holder father. He wasn't even sure if his father wanted anything to do with him now after his green.

Brecciaeth's eyes whirled a happy color at what her cyan sister said. Thank you, Rhyolith. If I ever need your or Your's help, I shall not hesitate to ask. But as long as Mine doesn't completely hate me, I shall remain happy and positive.

[kia]

O`ris got only a one word answer and a nod. O`ris turned his attention back on the food. He was almost done with cutting up the meat. Lira chirped, wanting more, but O`ris kept telling her that he would give her food later when he sat down to eat a meal for the day. Lira chirped, looking at the Cyan and Green. Lira, as if suddenly realizing that her Mine and T`zar were roommates, began to hissed slightly at T`zar`s Green. O`ris was rooming with a Green?! This was not acceptable. She was O`ris` only Green! She would not stand for competition! O`ris looked up at Lira and his eyes widened. "Lira!" he shouted, grabbing the hissing Fire Lizard. Lira`s eyes were orange. She was O`ris` only Green! She would accept none other!

Mine, she is jealous. She thinks that you will betray her because we are rooming with Brecciaeth, who is a Green.

"I would not do that to her! She knows I love her."

She knows you love her. But she still worries.

O`ris tried to hold Lira, but the Green was starting to make a scene. He tried to calm her, send her happy thoughts, but she kept sending an image of Brecciaeth. He finally craddled her close to his face. "Lira, it is okay. I won`t betray you. You know I love you. You have always been there for me. How could I betray someone that has been there for me always?" Lira stopped hissing, but she puffed up, as if making sure O`ris was not lying. O`ris sighed and held her close. He need her to get under control before the WeyrlingMaster came by. But at least she was not hissing anymore.

[jack]

Mesreath was quite quick to be done, Durian noted with amusement, closing his mouth after a last bite and sending immediate thoughts of 'full' 'no more' and the like despite the girl already knowing he needed no more. When it came to sensible things most dragonets took their time with, it was quite odd that Mesreath was so bluntly disinterested in them. But then again, he was an odd dragonet....finding that to protect, guard, and attack were much more suitable ways to pass the time.

So it wasn't too much of a surprise that, as Durian began cleaning the knife absently, Mesreath immediately noted the arrival of Seiseth and his. An instant rumble of displeasure echoed in his throat as he moved to intercept the pair, not allowing them to get within five feet of His. Eyes whirling the ever-present red he snapped his jaws warningly, flaring his wings and arching his neck like an angry pigeon would fluff out his feathers. Durian, however, just rolled her eyes and moved in front of him, ignoring the indignant growl he gave in reply.

"That would be me!" She replied cheerfully, tilting her head to the side as she looked the two over, "Are you Chelo? And is this Seiseth?" She grinned, glancing at Mesreath, "Chelo and Seiseth are our roommates Mes, you have to be polite."
The Brown scoffed loud enough for anyone to hear, but folded his wings. His glare, however, did not diminish. It would be a while before he trusted either Chelo or Seiseth around his Mine....a while indeed.

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F'let turned as K'mar approached, a broad, cheerful smile on his lips. "Pleased to meet you!" he chirped in an oddly high-pitched tone. he was in a great mood today, and it made his voice as happy as his mind...which often spoke in high voices. It just made him all the girlier...which didn't really bother him all that much. "Hm...ah...no offense..but aren't you the one that Durian's went after?" He blinked, tilting his head as he looked down at the boy's legs, frowning subtly.

While F'let wasn't incredibly great friends with Durian, he knew her fairly well from dealings with R'ish--devious partner in crime!--and from the occasional musical dealings they'd had together. Durian was a very good drumplayer, and kept his attention well for a girl. He had trouble figuring out how someone like her had managed to be put together with a demon brown.

"It doesn't hurt too much, does it?" As Doppelith took a last piece--having been full enough to stop a piece ago--F'let put the knife down and knelt at K'mar's side, not hesitating to lift the boy's pant legs and investigate. It was just in his nature to do, not ask. Why ask to look at legs? It wasn't like they were bad legs. In fact, they looked like very nice legs! If...injured. Injured and still nice! That was good.

He smiled and stood again, patting Doppelith on the head softly, "I'm sure Mesreath didn't mean it too much!"
Mesreath, nearby, sneezed and turned his attention to the Purple and Black a dragonet away from him. His eyes narrowed as he locked onto the very boy he'd clawed up so recently, and he gave a low, loud growl, clearly wanting the boy and his puny dragon to hear. Threats they may be, but not for long. He'd get them, if His would allow it.

Unfortunately, Durian wouldn't, and a sharp flick on the nose stopped his snarl mid-way. F'let, ignorant fellow that he was, ignored it all and just smiled again at K'mar. "I hope it heals back nicely--you have pretty legs, nasty bumpy scars wouldn't be good."

Hello, Nektuth! How are you and yours? The purple, full and happy, tilted his head and flicked his tail cheerfully, eyes whirling as happily as His's, You have a very pretty hide, you know. Very dark and rich. Have you seen Vediameth? Her's is pretty too.

[Birdy]

((I love pigeons....^^))

Chelo jumped, pulling back her hand. She hadn't expected that sort of reaction from the Brown, had she said something wrong?
Seiseth hissed, stepping in front of his, his eyes whirled angrily. He wrapped his tail protectively around Chelo's legs, I don't like him Chelomine, he spat, digging his claws into the dirt. The other dragon may have been bigger than him but he wasn't coming near his Mine. You'll have to get used to him soon Seiseth, they're rooming with us, Chelo pointed out, before smiling weakly at Durian.

"Yeah, that's us," Chelo said cautiously, eying the angry Brown. Hopefully their room would be big enough for the four of them without any major problems. Seiseth growled, but took on a less defensive pose at Chelo's side. His gaze remained on the other dragon and he flicked to end of his tail nervously.