Fire & Ice {Freedomfighters}

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Not all the strength of the ocean,
Not all the heat from the sun,
From the sun,
Now, others have tried.

A few days had passed since the battle. The Starseekers had started their lessons, W'al was sure, because they needed them to be able to care for their dragonets. However, the Freedomfighter lessons had been canceled. Every single one of them that would have occurred in those few days. Healers were needed in the infirmary. All the other crafters who might have given lectures were needed where they were needed, and the purplerider hadn't felt it was appropriate to continue with formation drills and general lessons with what had happened. However, he finally found the strength to face another dawn and a mischievous smile tugged at his face as he stood on the ledge of his weyr. With a soft rumble of amusement, knowing his rider's thoughts, Kerath winged over from where he had been basking in early light and settled beside him.

Freedomfighters! Time to wake up! Meet on the western rim; the purple crooned cheerfully into the minds of the seven young dragons as Rukbat slipped a little further up into the sky. He gave them no other warning or insight. Chuckling to himself, W'al fetched their riding straps. He knew he had time. It would take some time for all seven of his lovable weyrlings to scramble out of their furs and get ready. It only took a few moments for him to slip the straps unto his dragon, even though the slender purple was more than seven times his height in length. With quick fighters, deft feet, and a great deal of returning cheer, he scrambled up onto Kerath's back, and the purple surged into the air above the bowl. Then he dove down, snapping his wings wide halfway to arc his body back up so he could glide a dragon's length above the dew laden grass.

The things they needed for the lesson had been ready and set aside in a storage cavern just off the bowl for a sevenday. It only took them one trip to carry the bags up to the rim, though Kerath had to dig in a little harder than normal and put extra care to each of the strokes of his wings. Slipping off the purple's back, W'al took one bag at a time and carefully paced down the rim, grinning to himself a happy smile. Seven times he marched out the same careful distance, until the last sack but one was set nearly a hundred meters from Kerath and he sprinted all the way back, waving his hands about behind him like an excited child. The final bag was still strapped onto the purple, more properly than any of the others had been. Let's make a lovely show for everyone to see; he said, and then he turned to inspect who had shown up.

Once all seven of his charges were in attendance, clustered on the rim near Kerath, W'al hopped back up onto his dragons back and waved a bright eyed greeting to them all. "Good morning, everyone! Now, it's early, but this lesson is always most impressive at dusk or dawn, and dawn seemed more fitting;" he explained to them. Bending his neck around, Kerath opened his mouth, showing off an impressive of display of teeth. He was still large than all of them, though Perbiath would be sneaking up on him soon enough. Digging into the sack beside him, W'al weighed a few pieces of the contents for a moment. Then he pulled out three chunks of firestone and passed them, one at a time to Kerath. The purple chewed those, and then he gave the waiting dragon another two. Focusing intently, Kerath swung his head back around.

For a moment, there was nothing. Then the purple dragon opened his mouth and let loose a slender but thick trail of hot flame into the slowly lightening sky. Watching with pride, W'al let the fire die out, and then he turned back around to face the weyrlings. "You all should know the basics of handling firestone from previous lectures and chores. It is flammable. Be careful;" he advised them. He said it with lighthearted joking, the sort of joking that had momentarily been lost in blood and war. However, what he said was serious, and he met their eyes as he swept his youthful gaze over them. "You will need to feed the pieces one at a time to your dragon and let them chew them. Tell them to think about their second stomach. Kerath will help explain. Now move to stand beside a bag. Strap yourself and the bag onto your dragon."

As his rider spoke, Kerath accepted another set of pieces from W'al as they were deftly passed to him. He chewed them, and then he let loose another jet of flame into the sky. He had excellent control, though his breathe lack sheer power. Done with the more diagram type display, he shifted his position to make it easier for the weyrlings to pass and take up their positions. Rock is not the most enjoyable thing to eat, but focus more on your second stomach than on the sensation of chewing. Second stomach. You have a lot more influence over your body by thought than you think; he explained to the seven younger dragons. He left the consequences of failure up in the air. He would prefer that none of them get sick from improperly swallowing a chunk, and explaining what exactly would happen never truly occurred in his focused mind.

While he waited for the weyrlings to settle into their spots and clip in the firestone bags, W'al tightened his own straps in example, showing off the clips and buckles for the bags. Then he straightened up and faced them, eyes darted down the line that them had formed. The western rim was straight for a large portion. That was why he had picked it. His face sobered. "You will stay in your straps at all times. The only time your dragon will move their head from facing forward is to take a piece of firestone from you. They will chew and flame with their eyes looking across the bowl. You will maintain the dragonlength distance you currently have from each other. Is that understood?" He did his best to sound like a guard captain. He waited for them to all nod that they did. "You'll need three to five pieces each for a flame! And gooo!"

Not fire, no, not ice,
Not fire, no, not ice,
Like a hero or a champion,
You are the best.

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A'tra looked at W'al in horror when he was informed that he was to be giving Avartiath firestone. His left arm was in a sling, and his right leg hardly worked.
"Sir!" he protested, "I can't handle firestone with my arm in a sling! I can hardly even get onto Avartiath even when he helps me!"
Avartiath's eyes whirled yellow, as he protested also.
Mine is not in any shape to be handling firestone! he exclaimed, I will chew it, but me and Mine must remain here. I will not risk flying with him on my back and handling firestone with an arm he can't use.

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Is it me or does it seem,
That life just carries on?
Now was it him who said,
That life is just a song?

W'al had noted A'tra's injuries. He wasn't that much of a failure at his job. However, he'd sincerely hoped, with all the optimism that he had in him, that the young blackrider might be alright. He sighed as he and his adorable thief of a black protested what he had said as the others went about doing what he'd asked. All of the others had been fine. How had A'tra even gotten hurt? Himself, Kerath, F'del, and Altith, with the help of Fajra and Kalith, had made sure that none of the weyrlings had been allowed in the fray. The purplerider shook the question from his mind, shifting in his straps. Kerath tried to soothe Avartiath with a croon that was loud enough to cut through the black's chatter and quiet him enough to listen to them. "You, unfortunately, can't stay there unless you want to accidentally get charred to a fine crisp;" W'al admonished to the pair. He wasn't about to try to make special circumstances in a flaming lesson. Flaming accidents were easily avoided but very dangerous. "Go help in the infirmary. We will be continuing to cover this for several weeks now. You'll have another chance to try;" he ordered them in a kindly fashion. Then he turned his attention back to the other weyrlings with Kerath once the black and his rider were safe. "Everyone else, let's go, let's go!" He plastered on an encouraging smile for them.

It's tearin' me apart,
It's tearin' me apart,
Get away,
Get up, and get away.

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I can still flame! Avartiath said, looking disappointed.
"W'al," A'tra said, raising his good hand to stall his Weyrlingmaster, "Sir, I slipped on the ledge... it was wet. I'm not sure what with. I slipped, and fell down. That's when I broke my arm..."
Mine ran out to investigate the noise, Avartiath added, Then I felt the pain... Mine can still give my firestone, but we had best find somewhere to flame. I must learn this.
A'tra nodded, as Avartiath snaked his head over to the sacks, then paused.
"Av!" A'tra said, exasperated, "They're all the same!"
Avartiath rumbled, lidding one eye at A'tra and W'al, to make it clear that he was half-joking, and half waiting for permission.

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To hang around and tap us on the shoulder,
And smile silent, it's all implied,
You'll die trying to live this down,
You might as well forget it.

Kerath lost his amusement first. He stared fixedly at Avartiath, who was still tiny compared to him. He offered no rumble in return to the black. He didn't find it funny. W'al was more patient. He briefly felt like banging his head against a wall a couple of times when he learned that A'tra had broken his arm by falling, but he managed to mostly keep his composure besides that. Mostly. "Go. Now. Help in the infirmary. We'll cover this again later;" he ordered. For once, his voice was entirely clipped and harsh. He stayed out of their little squabbles. He laughed and smiled. However, he wasn't going to just give into some foolish weyrling's big headed wishes in a lesson that could get any of them killed. He'd seen people die in his life. The sort of ignorance that faced him in that moment almost made him angry after the stress of the last few days. With one extremely poignant look towards the pair, he turned away, trying to supervise the others. "Come on, come on! Let's see some nice impressive flames!" Kerath kept his attention fixed on Avartiath, eyes swirling a very dark, steady blue. He remained stock still.

So we bottled and shelved all our regrets,
Let them ferment and came back to our senses,
Drove back home and slept a few days,
Woke up and laughed at how stupid we used to be.

[arratra]

Avartiath seemed to frown, then he sighed. He backed away from the sacks, looking perturbed.
A'tra indicated his sling. "Sir," he said, "I have a broken arm. I'm going to be in this for weeks or even a couple of months. My leg is only fractured, and should be fine in a few weeks, but my arm is another matter."

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Insolent boy!
This slave of fashion,
Basking in your glory!

W'al lost it. War changes everyone. It didn't change him much, but it changed him enough to snap. It wasn't violent, the anger that came from him. He became cool, and that was enough to show anger in the generally cheerful purplerider. "Yes, and weyrling training is a turn and a half. You're nearing the end, but it isn't over yet. Your arm will heal in time for you to learn how to firestone. For the meantime, you will help in the infirmary. In fact, you can have extra chore shifts in there along with working lessons there. If I were you, I'd be more concerned with being able to graduate from behavior, not from missing a few sevendays of lesson. Look around you. Do you think helping in the infirmary is a waste of your time right now? Not even as things are, you're a weyrling. You listen to riders. You listen to me. Go. Now;" he growled at A'tra, not seeming to draw breath the entire time. Beside him, Kerath remained silent. He simply continued to stare at Avartiath. A rider could help their dragon, but a dragon could also help their rider. The Freedomfighter dragonets were getting old enough to start showing some sense. More would be expected of them. W'al jabbed his finger in the direction of the infirmary. With that, he turned away one final time, trying to keep his cool with gritted teeth. He'd never thought he'd be angered by insolence, but he was. "Let's go!" By that point, he just sounded angry as he shouted to the rest.

Ignorant fool!
This brave young suitor,
Sharing in my triumph!

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A'tra jerked backwards, catching his good foot on a rock, and he started to fall back. Avartiath moved swiftly, and managed to catch him before he could come to harm.
A'tra nodded to his dragon, and climbed laboriously up into his riding position.
"W'al," he said down from his position on his dragon's back, "I was not trying to be insolent. Avartiath and I are merely trying to do our duty."
Avartiath looked at Kerath for a moment longer, before spreading his wings and lifting off, gliding towards the infirmary.
I am not sure how much good we can do at the infirmary, he informed Kerath, Mine can only use one hand, after all.

[kyrillion]

Living with Irath had been tortuous in the days since the battle. The green had wanted badly to join in - not to defend her weyr, but to be a part of the violence. To draw and taste the blood of her enemies, to bring death to any that dared cross her. It had taken every ounce of strength Tesla possessed to keep her crowded in the weyrling barracks, as ordered, and to prevent her from lashing out at her clutchsiblings or, Faranth forbid, any of the new dragonets. Not an easy task in such a confined space. The fight had left Tesla thoroughly exhausted, and Irath more rebellious and wrathful than ever. They'd both been holed up in their weyr ever since, Tesla sleeping off the less than pleasant experience, and Irath sulking. The green had left her ledge only to hunt, falling on a herdbeast and tearing into the creature with an unprecedented ferocity, unusual even for her. Her bloodlust had dimmed only slightly in the interim, and Tesla was terrified that her dragon was now completely out of her control.

She'd done her best to keep Coil and Arc away, for fear that they'd provoke the green further. As such, they were nowhere to be found when Kerath's summons went out.
Kerath calls. We go, Mine. Now.[/color] The green's eyes were a firestorm, her tail lashing side to side in discontent. Tesla, startled out of slumber and disconcerted by her dragon's harsh words, hurried into proper attire and staggered over with riding straps in hand. Irath had terrified her rider at the Hatching, prior to Impression; but since then, Tesla had never been truly frightened of her. Irath held her in high regard; loved her, even. She protected Hers, was everything Tesla was not, but they valued each other for precisely that reason. She had often worried about the wrathful green, of course, but that worry had not transmuted into fear until now. Tesla could feel her tenuous-to-begin-with control slipping away, and if she couldn't control Irath there was no telling what the green might do.

As soon as the harness was properly in place and the gangly girl was seated astride her dragon, Irath launched them into the air. She was a stronger flier now than she had been; a few pumps of her wings and they were rocketing up towards the bowl, all momentum and strength and slightly more control, perhaps, than in the past. When they reached the rim, a nervous Tesla fought down the uneasy coiling in her stomach and took note of the bags arrayed in even intervals along the ledge. One at the end, Irath? She suggested, hoping to keep her isolated from the others. The green, however, was hardly in the mood to take orders. With a rebellious roar, she tilted her wings at the last minute and pulled sharply to the left, sailing down near the center of the group. She pulled her lips back in a menacing snarl as she passed Avartiath, the only other weyrling that had arrived as yet, before she all but slammed to the earth beside a firestone bag. She did not offer a greeting to anyone, but hunched on the rim and looked out across the bowl, looking every bit as dangerous as she had on the day of her Hatching.

Tesla, worried and still feeling a bit fatigued, could not keep her mind from wandering while Kerath and W'al explained the nature of the lesson, though she did make an effort to at least committ the instructions to memory. As they went through the finer details, she regarded the sunrise and tried to force herself to relax, allowing her imagination to chase whatever whims caught its fancy. Irath, on the other hand, studiously ignored the giant wherry that was suddenly lumbering across the opposite side of the rim, its feathers streaked in crazy pinks and purples. When Kerath accepted a few pieces of firestone from W'al, the tightly-controlled flame that he offered as a demonstration took the shape of dozens of firelizards (quite literally) swarming up into the sky. When the time came for the weyrlings to give it a try, she reluctantly reigned in the stories now floating about the weyr, and was quick to grab their designated bag of firestone.

The pair ignored the squabbling between A'tra, Avartiath, and the weyrlingmasters. Irath was still fuming, whirling-crimson eyes regarding her classmates with barely-contained hostility, while Tesla got herself situated in the straps and pried open the bag. Fishing out 4 pieces, to start, she held them out tentatively, eyes dancing with curiosity despite her atypically somber mood. After a moment of studiously ignoring her, Irath relented, turning to practically inhale the pieces. Second stomach! Tesla insisted, even as the green turned back around to face the bowl. Disinclined to listen to anything that anyone had to say, at that point, Irath nevertheless obeyed; mostly because Tesla was studiously contemplating a second stomach, just as if she'd had one herself. If Irath had such trouble disconnecting herself from her rider's imaginings, she figured she could use that to her advantage.

And it worked. Feeling a rising pressure in her throat, the green threw back her head and opened her jaws wide. Flames erupted from between her fangs, powerful and bright but lacking any sort of control, or even an attempt at control. Wild and angry and unruly. They cast the greenpair in an orange-golden glow, bathing the rim in dancing, bickering shadows, turning Irath's army-colored hide bronze and Tesla's tawny hair to gold. Dawn truly had been the perfect time for this lesson; the girl, captivated by the spectacle, was smiling again. And even her dragon's rage was being tempered by a feeling of triumph, by this new found power. It was a good distraction for both of them, enticing their thoughts away from the battle and the fallout.[/size]

[Nia]

C'elin was exhausted. He'd been helping out in the Infirmary as much as possible, fixing up riders and doing what he could to help out the Healers. He wasn't a full Healer himself, but he could still provide assistance. They were overworked... far too overworked. He didn't want to wake up, even when Upiditath started prodding him with her nose, going on and on and on about how they were so, so, so late and that Kerath was going to be so, so, so mad at them and he wouldn't chase her and she really, really wanted him to chase her and then everyone else would look down on her and no one would want to talk to her anymore and-

The blond sat up warily, stretching. Please, Upiditath... I have a headache. Can you be a little quieter? he asked her, sounding quiet in his own mind. Upiditath immediatley went silent, but he could tell from the bursts of emotion he was getting from her that she still wanted to keep talking. But she also could tell just how C'elin was feeling right now, with his sudden bursts of emotion that she could feel. The war had taken a toll on him in more ways than one. He didn't want to think about dealing with those awful Renegades anymore. He didn't want to believe that they had really been integrated into the Weyr. He couldn't even imagine a worse thing happening. He closed his light blue eyes and rubbed his temples, trying to get rid of his headache.

Mine....

[/i] Upiditath's voice was softer than he'd ever heard it before, and her voice was full of love and affection usually saved for other dragons, We can always tell Kerath you don't feel well... His Mine likes you, right, right? So it should-[/i] No... It's okay, Upiditath. I'm fine, he gave a weak laugh and stretched again, climbing out from under the furs and shaking his head to let his wavy blond hair fall back into it's normal place. Upiditath cheered up and swished her tail side to side, similar to a canine. Then let's gooooo! We don't want to keep Kerath waiting![/i] she cheered happily, and they were off towards the rim of the Weyrbowl in minutes.

The Green lighted down on the rim daintily, and C'elin had to notice just how graceful she was getting. She had never really been an awkwardly shaped dragonet, but sometimes how she managed to look so beautiful awed him. But he knew she was doing it on purpose, so it lost a bit of it's wonder... not that it really mattered much. He just really wished she wasn't as... well, as she was. The lesson worried C'elin a bit, he didn't trust Upiditath enough to let her flame. She was too distracted by the others, especially the males, and he really didn't want to accidently hurt someone. C'elin would never be able to forgive himself as that happened. He'd just have to focus twice as hard for the both of them, then.

But C'elin's hesitation to actually start the lesson let him catch W'al snapping at A'tra and Avartiath. He'd never really talked to the Blackpair, not really, but... it was W'al that scared him. He'd never heard the Purplerider snap at anyone before... he'd been patient enough with C'elin and his... issues. He watched them for a few minutes before wincing at the angry tone in W'al's voice and urging Upiditath to take off. He didn't want W'al to yell at him... he never wanted that to happen. He thought about the Weyrling Master far too much already, and he knew it. It was wrong. It wasn't right. So he had to stop before it got worse... or he ended up having a seizure.

Upiditath, please pay attention, C'elin all but begged the Green, and Upiditath immediately snapped to attention. Sorry, Mine! I won't be distracted, don't you worry![/i] C'elin sighed... he wished he could believe her. But they had to complete the lesson, and they had to prove themselves. C'elin took a deep breath and pulled a few pieces of firestone out of the bag feeding it to Upiditath. Focus, please! Make sure it goes in your second stomach! Upiditath didn't seem to have an issue swallowing it. There was a pause. C'elin began to panic... what if he'd done something wrong?!

But then Upiditath opened her jaws and let loose a bright, strong flame. As tired as he was, C'elin had to appreciate just what the morning skies did for the flames. It bathed Upiditath in a glow that C'elin was sure made her look absolutely beautiful. C'elin dared to look back at W'al, hoping that the fight between him and A'tra was over. Miiinnnee. You should focus,[/i] Upiditath said smartly, and C'elin fed her more firestone. Maybe there was some hope for them afterall.[/blockquote][/size]

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There's nothing I can do to,
Draw you close to me,
Can you take this silence,
Like a pill so I can breathe again.

W'al took a deep breath, the air briefly catching in his throat, when he say A'tra take a sharp step back. He ignored the blackrider's apologies. Too late was too late. Somewhere inside himself, he knew he had the forgiveness and the smile. However, he couldn't muster it up in that moment. You will do fine; Kerath assured the pair, seeming once again in good, kindly spirits. He sent them on their way, and he turned his attention back to the others with his rider. Despite the purple's return to good humor, W'al wasn't in the greatness of moods. Many of the others were lagging. Irath had produced a successful flame, but she was the source of enough trouble as it was. His eyes flew over the others with a severeness that wasn't typical of him. Useless vagabonds! Miscreant vermin! They always messed up, screwing up everything. Right then, he shoved his frustration towards them.

All of a sudden, a smile returned to the purplerider's face as his gaze fell on C'elin. Upiditath released a gushing torrent of bright flames into the sky and he beamed. Despite the joyfulness that C'elin returned to him, he avoided actually returned the greenrider's gaze, briefly diverting his gaze when he noticed him watching. All of the others managed to finally try his patience, but C'elin remained untouched and unspoiled in his mind. His green eyes lingered on the weyrlings, before he forced them away with what remained of his will after the long day. "Good job everyone! We'll wrap up in a bit!" He spoke to them all, but the encouragement came from only one place. The statement remained pointless for those who hadn't even yet been successful with their given task. Content alongside him, Kerath let him keep his improper happiness without comment.

I've been trying to ignore,
The best parts of you,
But I'm still hoping that,
I'll be with you somehow.

[kia]

Mine! You have to get up! We have lessons still to attend to. Gulath was looking at his Rider with whirling orange eyes of concerned. Since the fight, since Varya and Alizadehth`s death, N`tal had refused to leave his weyr save for food and other necessities. N`tal had given to holding himself up in his weyr, refusing to see anyone, refusing to come out of bed. Ri, Asu, and Onal were all piled up on Gulath`s back, watching their Mine with the same concerning orange eyes. Only Ian refused to show any concerned. He was snuggled up against N`tal`s back, agreeing with his Mine that he should stay in bed. N`tal moaned and groaned where he laid. He was a mess. He had not cried, but he had become listless. Crying was not in his nature. But his depression at losing a person who he had felt a connection with had torn him apart. His hair was stringy and in his face some, a small scruff was growing around his chin and upper lip, he had become pale from the lack of food, unable to swallow without feeling sick. Even his gorgeous emerald green eyes had lost some of their luster.

N`tal turned his eyes to Gulath, one of the few links he had held onto when Varya`s death had been seen and felt. Gulath had been by his side since that day, the Fire Lizards refusing to leave him for one second, all of them watching quietly, being so closed yet giving him the space he needed. He felt like crying, but he would not bring himself to tears. He had hardened himself years ago from such a gesture. He simply stared at his dragon like he was just another figure in the room. Mine, please get up. The WeyrlingMaster will suspect something, the Blue said gently. "I DO NOT GIVE A DAMN ABOUT HIM!" N`tal shouted, flipping over onto his other side where he could only see Ian and the wall. Gulath was a little taken aback by the comment, but he knew and understood that such violence had not been aimed at him. N`tal was warring inside of himself, blaming himself for Varya`s death. On some nights, Gulath had even heard the young man muttering that he should have been out there protecting her. N`tal was hurting.

Gulath stretched his neck out some, letting the front of his muzzle touch the sheet where N`tal`s back was. He crooned lightly. Mine, Tesla will be there. I know you do not hate her and care for her. I know Vayra is gone, but Tesla and Irath and her little Lizards are here. I know Tesla sees you as a friend somewhat. You should go and stand near her in lessons. She will help bring you some strength. N`tal rolled back over and was accosted by several chirps of Ian who was getting annoyed with the constantly rolling over and rolling back over ordeal. N`tal blinked and looked at Gulath. For a moment, some of the luster in his eyes had returned. Gulath knew he had struck the right cord inside of N`tal. It was nothing that could be hidden from both minds. N`tal liked Tesla. It was plain to see. If only Tesla had seen that the day that N`tal had gone to her weyr to warn her about the war. N`tal did not want to see her hurt or gone. Varya may be gone, but Tesla is here,the Blue echoed once more.

N`tal pulled back the fur blankets and went to the water basin. He quickly shaved the best he could and cut back some hair with a small knife. Once he cleaned up, he looked like himself for the most part minus the paleness in his skin. He laced up his boots and put his jacket on. He checked the straps on Gulath`s harness and went back over to the bed. He retrieved the Black Fire Lizard on his bed and put him inside his jacket on his neck. Ian knew that was his place. Only one other had shared that spot before, and that had been Onal. Ian chirped happily and wrapped his tail easily around the young man`s neck, settling into place for the ride to the rim. N`tal looked out and saw the sun rising and sighed. She was gone. She was officially gone. Dalibor had killed her. He hated W`al was picking V`lin over him as Wingsecond, he hated V`lin just because, and he hated Dalibor for killing his Varya. There was only one exception to that rule, and that was Tesla. He could not hate her. He never could. She was sweet and innocent, unknowing of his past history and the things he had committed.

He arrived at the rim and listened to W`al, but his eyes were not on the WeyrlingMaster. He listened to W`al`s words, but absolutely refused to even look at the man. He hated the man with utmost passion. But his eyes were on Tesla. Not directly. He was standing forward with his heard turned to the side, his eyes watching Tesla and Irath. She had taken the back end, and so he had taken the second to last place in line. Gulath was right, he needed to be near her to stay sane. He watched her and remembered back to the day he had warned her about the war. She had looked like she was part of her painting, and even now she looked like a perfect painting. If she only knew how he felt. And while this was not communicated between dragon and Rider, Gulath was slightly happy Varya was out of the picture. N`tal had his complete attentions back onto Tesla and was no longer feeling the attraction of Varya. Once Gulath had learned of his Mine`s feelings, he had begun to nag him about telling Tesla. Tesla was a good person and would be good to N`tal. She might even be able to heal the demons in his heart and mind.

They were given the order to chew firestone. N`tal took the bag without a thanks and held the firestone out for his dragon to take. Gulath was quick to grab the stone, anything coming to his mouth quickly disappeared due to his gluttonous nature. As quickly as the dragon had taken the stone and began to chew it, he quickly spit it out on the ground. The Lizards quickly scurried away, trying to get away from the onslaught of falling rock pieces. "Gulath," N`tal hissed. Mine, you know how I love to eat, but please to not feed me that stuff. It tastes horrible! I hate the texture in my mouth! N`tal could have chuckled lightly. For once, Gulath did not want to wat something. You need to, N`tal mentally said. You wanted to come to lessons, remember? You need to or else you will never flame properly. Gulath reluctantly took another piece of firestone, then another, and another until he had managed to swallow five pieces. He was a big dragon, the second biggest in his class, and N`tal figured Gulath would need five pieces in order to belch and impressive flame. It did not take too much time before Gulath`s stomach began to rumble and out came a very large, long, and impressive flame. N`tal patted the Blue. Good job. That will show that stupid man who should have been really picked as Wingsecond.