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Post by Zirin on Jun 5, 2012 19:53:50 GMT -4
That is the last of them, GarMine. Shall I call the class? Syphraelth dropped a skinned herdbeast on the ground, spaced a bit away from many other, similarly skinned animals. J'degar had enlisted the help of the local tanners and beastcrafters to skin the animals Syphraelth caught, figuring the Weyr could benefit to keep at least some of the materials off the animals. The brownrider glanced up at the sky, where the sun was just starting to peek out above the horizon; no doubt most, if not all the weyrlings would just be waking. He gave Syphraelth an affirmative. Immortals Wing! It is time for your lesson. Please meet us in the Training Yard and make sure you bring a knife and clothing you do not mind getting dirty. He gave an image as well, to make sure they wouldn't get lost.
It had only been a couple days since the hatching; the weyrlings had already been given a brief lesson on how to bath and oil their dragonets, and had been supplied with all the chopped up food their partners would need. Now, however, it was time they began learning how to prepare the meals themselves. J'degar rolled his shoulders, somewhat nervous about teaching this particular group. It was initially going to be that greenrider's responsibility, but with Samara stepping down, Alyara had instead been moved to deal primarily with the candidates, leaving J'degar in charge of the Immortals. He groaned, not looking forward to seeing a number of the weyrlings, and pulled off his shirt. He did not want to get it bloodstained after all.
As each weyrling began showing up he pointed at the carcasses and began giving instructions. "Grab a bucket, pick a herdbeast and wait for your wingmates." They could talk amongst themselves if they wanted. "Feel free to poke about the beast. Examine the muscles, find the bones. I will be showing you how to butcher today."
Aridani, song of my heart, we are being called for a lesson. Aridani shifted in her sleep, blinking open weary eyes in confusion. She wasn’t much of an early riser, so the fact the sun was just beginning to rise meant she felt way more tired than normal. I’m up… She thought, still very much confused by the voice in her head. Reaching over, she lovingly scratched Simenath under her chin before rising and trying to find something to wear.
Being the harper she was, Ari owned mostly dresses and fancy clothing, nothing really meant for getting dirty. After a bit of grumbling and a reminder from her dragon to hurry up, she finally settled on a plain, earth-toned dress, grabbed her belt-knife, and hurried out of her room and towards the meeting area. Almost immediately after arriving she paled, quickly moving a hand up to her mouth in the hopes it would stop her from gagging. Simenath gave a worried croon from her side as Ari tried to find a place as far from the animals as possible. She couldn’t do this… no way!
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Post by Akira on Jun 5, 2012 22:13:06 GMT -4
Th’en had been awake for a few minutes when he heard Tyeth snort softly. A small smirk spread his lips at how feminine even her snorts sounded. Did you expect something else Th'en? No love, it just still amazes Me. Tyeth seemed content with that answer, for now anyways. They were practically whispering to each other to make sure that they wouldn’t wake their roommates. Mine, we have been called for a lesson. The young green dragoness quietly rose from where she had been laying and walked as quietly as she could over to Hers’ bed. Th’en nodded his head and dressed as quickly and quietly as he could into a pair of raggedy old pants that had Definitely seen better days, a brown shirt that didn’t look much better, and of course, his work boots. As soon as the last boot was tied the pair quickly headed out.
Th’en wrapped an arm around his nose as the scent of fresh meat entered his nose. Oh will I ever be glad when you can feed yourself Tyeth. Even though he wasn’t the first one to arrive, he was among the first few, which made him wonder if getting there so quickly would give him a chance to somewhat get used to the smell before the lesson actually begun in earnest. Come now Minelove, the smell isn't so bad. In fact, it smells quite tasty. Tyeth’s matter-of-fact tone made Th’en look at his green incredulously. He shook his head and sighed, moving over to where the other weyrlings were gathered. He wasn’t sure what to say, so instead relied on the traditional greeting of saying hello. Tyeth was content with standing beside her rider looking like the perfect young lady.
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Post by twitchie on Jun 5, 2012 22:45:32 GMT -4
Ooma threw on a leather hide shirt and pants she'd recently gotten for washing and oiling and those kinds of things.
No time to bathe now! A lesson Mine! Let's go! Hurry! I refuse to be late! [/color]
Calibath gave Ooma a headbutt and nip, lashing her tail.
Ooma tripped and hurried to get her boots on.
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The pair appeared before the class, feeling quite confident. They had made it fine, no difficulties or loss of directions. A promising start atleast....
Calibath stamped an impatient paw.
Do as he says! Grab a bucket and explore! Yuuuumm. I'm hungry anyway. Don't cut yourself or leave bone in my meal! [/color]
Was it just Ooma, or was the dark green dragonet extra bossy today?
Trying not to squirm or make a weird face, Ooma got a herdbeast and bucket. She got the small knife from her belt, and poked the bloody thing. Ewwwwww! Her stomach flopped, and she closed her eyes a moment.
Don't barf on the meat! [/color]
Calibath fanned her wings, nestling close by Hers.
I'm not... this is just... my first time touching a raw, bloody, dead... thing...
The dragonet snorted and laid ger head on her paws.
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Post by Kitsuneko on Jun 5, 2012 23:05:29 GMT -4
Syth jumped in surprise as she was awoken by Syphraelth's announcement, letting out a tiny squeak of startlement. She glanced around the room uncertainly, noticing that their roommates were already gone, and the green padded over to Tesla's bed, nosing the sleeping woman's arm gently to wake her up.
Tesla woke with a groan. Faranth, was she ever going to get used to waking up so early? TeslaMine, the Weyrlingmaster has said he's waiting for us and my clutchmates in the Training Yard. Tesla stifled a yawn as Syth repeated the rest of what Syphraelth had said, and then quickly got dressed while Syth waited.
"I'm sorry, Love, I'm ready now. Let's not keep the others waiting." Tesla was aware of how important first impressions could be, and she didn't want to go into their first 'official' lesson being known as a lazybones. To that end, she hurried Syth out of the barracks and arrived after most of the other weyrlings but not, strictly speaking, late.
She took one look at the skinned herdbeast carcass in front of them and grimaced. She'd brought her small eating knife with her, but she wasn't sure if that was going to be enough for the task ahead of her. Syth just gazed hungrily at the meat, sure she could cut the chunks with her bare talons if Tesla waited too long.
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Post by Elessar on Jun 6, 2012 0:52:27 GMT -4
  
Immortals Wing! It is time for your lesson. Please meet us in the Training Yard and make sure you bring a knife and clothing you do not mind getting dirty.
Surprisingly enough, both Iro'ris and Saekath were already up. The newest Queen Rider had been unable to sleep, so he had oiled Saekath thoroughly, as he had been taught how to in the brief lesson the Immortals had been given on how to properly bathe and oil their dragons. Iro'ris had personally thought the lesson could have been done better, but well, J'degar hadn't been teaching like he was today. Both Saekath and Iro'ris were excited about that.
In Iro's mind, J'degar was the best Weyrlingmaster there was. He was efficient and doled out punishment where it was needed. As he was pulling on a pair of breeches, he turned to Saekath, his Lion Queen, who had just spoken. Will Syphraelth be there, CrazyMine?
[/color] Iro shrugged. "Probably," he said out loud. After all, they did get their own room in the Weyrling Barracks, which was nice. It had been strange moving from his long-time home to somewhere new, but he adjusted fairly well, mainly because of Saekath. "He'll probably be helping with the lesson... why?" The Topaz simply curled her tail around her paws, eyes swirling. He amuzes me,[/color] was her lofty reply. Rolling his eyes, Iro'ris laced his boots, grabbed not one knife, but two (just in case one was dull), and headed out to where Syphraelth had sent the image. Upon approaching, he noted that J'degar was shirtless first. Then he noticed the skinned and bloody herdbeast carcasses. His face fell a bit. Butchering? He already knew how to butcher! Ah, well... Grabbing a bucket and a herdbeast, he dragged the carcass over closer to where J'degar was standing. Saekath padded along next to him, her eyes swirling happily to find Syphraelth still at the lesson. It is an honor to be taught by you today, Large One.[/color] She told the brown. Iro'ris chuckled. "Aye. An honor to be taught by you, too, J'degar. Though I figured you of all people would know that I already know how to butcher." Looking around, he noticed that the girl he had met at the feast, the one with the green Saekath had attacked on the sands, looked rather queasy. Iro grinned. Having been a cook for most of his life, raw meat didn't bother him a bit. Removing his knives, he removed his tunic like J'degar had. Better to save a wash and just go shirtless. Besides, it was a nice, warm summer's day. Who would care if he was shirtless? [/blockquote][/blockquote] =====================[/size][/center] [/center] |
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Post by Zirin on Jun 6, 2012 13:14:44 GMT -4
J’degar waited semi-patiently as the first few weyrlings began arriving, and suffice to say he was ashamed that it was mostly the girls who were on time. He was pleased to see Iro was on time, having expected the ex-cook to be lazy and late, but he was horribly upset to see a general lack of the other future leaders of the Weyr.
“Alright you lot. Some of you know me, some of you don’t. I am J’degar, I will be your primary Weyrlingmaster for the next two Turns. I am not your friend. I don’t like you, and I don’t care if you like me.” He crossed his arms and looked over the small section of his class. “That said, you will call me Sir or Weyrlingmaster until you graduate and join the wings. I do not tolerate tardiness, as your classmates will soon learn. Work hard, take care of your bonded, and we’ll get along just fine.”
Syphraelth looked over the crowd, giving each and every dragon a quick greeting, though Saekath earned a pleased ruffle of his wings. The honor is all mine, young queen. His eyes whirled with happy colours and he reached out to the other dragonets. Mine may seem rude or mean, but all he wants is to see you all grow into strong, capable riders. If Yours is nervous around him, feel free to ask me questions instead. J’degar nodded in greeting as Iro came up beside him and immediately pulled off his shirt in preparation of the chore. J’degar was glad the man knew butchery, it would make feeding Saekath that much easier for the man.
“Of course I already know, Iro’ris. You will butcher enough meat for your topaz then help your classmates. Faranth knows the girls will need help.” He rolled his eyes as he looked at the females near the back who looked less than pleased at the carcasses. “Stop whining girls. You’ll see worse than this during threadfall.” That was the true reason behind this lesson after all. He wanted to introduce the class, especially the weaker women, to blood. He wanted them to be used to the sight and smell so that their first Threadfall would not be as terrifying. Pulling out his knife, he grabbed hold of the leg of the nearest carcass and began explaining how to first remove the organs and chop them into bitesized pieces for the dragonets.
“The size of the pieces is up to you. Start small, and find what is comfortable for your partner. Don’t make them too big, we don’t want any dragons choking.” He leaned over the carcass as he showed the proper technique for removing the meat from the bones, not at all caring that his chest and arms became rather covered in blood. In fact, it was nice to have his numerous scars hidden behind the red. “Well, get to it! Don’t be afraid to get in there and get dirty. You don’t want your dragonets to starve do you?”
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Post by twitchie on Jun 6, 2012 13:27:40 GMT -4
Ooma's jaw locked, eyes narrowing in indugnant rage.
Bite your tongue Mine. [/color]
The look that J'degar gave her... The nerve! Her fingernails dug into her palm. The carcass no longer seemed disgust; J'degar was quite worse.
Did you SEE that ugly face he made? Did you!?
Hey, hey, OomaMine. You are fine. Oh! I have a most devious and wonderful plan... Why don't we make the old grump kick himself by being best? Doing our best and showing him and the other classmates up? [/color]
Oh, what a smart dragoness! Ooma smiled, giving Calibath a thankful glance.
The knife cut open the herdbeast, and Ooma stiffened slightly but didn't cry or wince when blood splattered on her chest, and worst of all a drop or two on her cheek.
Carefully, she hacked around the bones and tough gristly parts, removing and dicing the organs with care. Once or twice she nearly cut herself, as she was chopping and focusing quite intensely.
That looks wonderful, Mine. I can't wait until I can eat it. [/color]
The dark dragoness licked her lips, eyes whirling with excitment, anticipation and hunger.
Ooma nearly cursed as hair fell in her face, angrier as when she brushed the locks back, she smeared a streak of blood on her face.
Are you flavoring yourself? You do not look tasty... [/color]
Oh yes. I quite meant to look like a bloody treat... OF COURSE NOT! Now I will smell of blood for... days...
So? That's not bad... I wouldn't mind. [/color]
Ooma shrugged, dumping meat into the bucket.
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Post by jovia on Jun 6, 2012 13:33:13 GMT -4
At the time the brown dragon had called out to the weyrlings for the lesson, Lilia was still fast asleep in her warm bed. She wasn't used to Weyr life yet, or getting up so early. In fact it was only a candlemark or two before she would normally get up so of course she wasn't ready. Nauth on the other hand bolted straight up as he heard Syphraelth's mindvoice and just pounced on his bonded. Mine mine mine mine mine!!! time for get together, Nauth wants to see everyone!! Nauth thinks you should wake anyways because Nauth is booooored... Cat!!! He Spied Helia and went over to start licking her, the fluffy white cat growled a bit but only went to hide under Lilia's bed away from the hyperactive bundle of dragon.
Lilia moaned a bit as she started to wake up, what time was it? She was soooo tired. She was working a bit late last night on her weaving too while Nauth was asleep. Fletch though chittered as he started to move as well, a little bit of hunger pains between them all finally roused the young woman. Of course she couldn't go out as such a mess, she took her time to get her clothes on well enough, her hair, and washed up quickly with her basin. She didn't have time to work on her Dragon and Fire lizard though, later today she would though that was the plan. Okay Okay Nauth, we are going now, happy?
Nauth just grinned, the entire time she was getting ready he wouldn't shut up as he ran around her like a wherry with it's head cut off. Finally though he bounded out towards the lesson with Lilia behind him... she was late, and didn't even catch what Gar had said about the lesson and just merely frowned. Waiting a bit more as she watched the others dealing with..... the skinned animals. That was when she finally had noticed the bloody carcasses of meat and immediately put her hands up to her mouth and covered it. Trying to not throw up in front of so many people. Tears welled up in her eyes, this Weyr was horrible!! Doing this to the poor animals!!! Miiiiiine Nauth is huuuungryyyyyy, Nauth thinks you have to cut it up for your Nauth to eat...
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Post by Elessar on Jun 6, 2012 13:58:44 GMT -4
Iro'ris listened to J'degar patiently. He admired the man's harshness. Some of the Weyrlings would need to be punished, and Iro knew it. Wait a minute. Two turns? Shards, that was a long time. Shaking his head, Iro'ris turned to J'degar with a rather odd look on his face.
"J'degar... I don't care if you are the Weyrlingmaster. Calling you sir is going to be awkward as hell. You're my best friend. Can't I just call you J'degar?" Iro just hoped Gar wouldn't think of that as some sort of insubordination... after all, they were best friends... weren't they? Iro'ris knew Gar didn't particularly like mutated dragons, but... they were still friends, right?
Saekath hummed happily as Syphraelth returned her greeting. He was so cordial! The Topaz ruffled her own wings, eyes whirling happily. She could still hear him as he reached out to the other dragons, and was rather pleased that she was the only one who had gotten a special comment. But then, she had been the only one to greet him, so maybe he didn't like her and was only being polite? Saekath didn't know what to think.
Iro'ris nearly laughed. "J'degar, I may know butchery, but it may very well take me the whole lesson to cut enough meat for this greedy-guts with my broken arm. I swear, Saekath eats more in a day than I eat in a month!" Still chuckling, he nodded at J'degar's explaination. He had noticed the girls looking rather queasy himself. As J'degar took a herd-beast and began explaining, Iro set to work on his own 'beast, careful as he worked not to cut himself. That would be all he needed... a broken arm and a cut hand.
Slicing up the organs into medium-sized pieces, for Saekath was already much larger than her siblings and cousings, Iro began to fill the bucket. Even with only one arm he was working more quickly than most of the other Weyrlings, especially since he knew what he was doing. However, he did find himself rather distracted by the shirtless, bloody J'degar in front of him...
In fact, he didn't even notice that he, too, was covered in blood. Raising his good arm, he wiped sweat from his face, leaving a streak of blood in its wake. Not that he minded. He was used to blood and guts... but J'degar was right. Threadfall would be much worse. He gazed at Saekath, who was happily gulping down the bites he had been periodically tossing her. What would he do if she was ever threadscored? Don't worry, crazyMine. I won't be.
[/color] Iro bit his lip. I wouldn't be too confident... He told her. Truth be told, he was terrified of losing her. [/blockquote][/blockquote] =====================[/size][/center] [/center] |
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Post by Kitsuneko on Jun 6, 2012 16:52:41 GMT -4
Cutting into the tough meat of the beast was more work than Tesla had anticipated, considering her knife was not particularly sharp. She tried to make up the difference through sheer strength and muscle, but she was a harper, not a miner or smith or even a butcher, to be used to this sort of activity. She wasn't squeamish by any means, especially compared to some of the other girls, but that didn't mean it was easy.
And, of course, Syth staring at the meat with glazed eyes and yammering constantly in her head wasn't helping matters either. Are you done yet, Mine? Can I start eating soon? I'm so hungry, and it smells sooooo good, please tell it's almost ready!
Before long, her arms and front were splattered with blood, and at times she was almost afraid Syth wouldn't be able to tell her limbs from the herdbeast and try to take a bite out of her. When the green got a little too impatient waiting, she snuck her muzzle over Tesla's shoulder and eagerly licked at the meat, and Tesla's fingers as well. "That's my arm, not a herdbeast leg, Syth, be careful. Have a little patience, will you?"
Syth settled down with an apologetic croon. But I'm hungry.
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Post by Wish on Jun 7, 2012 14:43:42 GMT -4
You have made us late M'ka.
Like I sharding give a flip, J'deg-whoever can deal with it. I was patching up his wingmates after all.
You should be away from the infirmary, haven't I made that clear? I don't give two flips if it's your job, I should be your only concern as of late!
Tennath whipped his tail around, whacking the white haired weyrling in the side, a glint of scarlet flashing through his eyes from the backlash of pain he felt through their connection. Good. That was good. "Back off you sharding wherry!" Miyaka bristled as she turned on her bonded, the bronze and she staring the other down until finally Tennath perked up his head. We must go now, I can't be any later. I am a giving King, I have given them their share and now it is time for mine. Nudging the girl forceably forward, Tennath had Miyaka soon walking toward the designated place, a narrowed gaze on J'degar daring him to say anything about why she was late.
Sister.... Tennath's voice was a hint of malice as he looked at the Topaz sibling, holding her gaze for a moment before turning to Calibath. Oh Little Darling, how is Yours doing now? Better I would assume. The sweet voice was all about gaining the praise from the Green however, dripping honey to hide the venom beneath it. Miyaka shook her head and looked around for Tk'ri knowing that the young man wouldn't pass up the chance to watch the other girls squirm as they had to cut into the dead beasts. Rolling her eyes the healer grabbed up a knife and sank it low into the thigh of a wherry, watching as the blood stained the metal with beautiful green hues. See how lovely it is?
Yes, blood is a wonderful thing Mine. Now little bird, get me something to eat, I grow hungrier. Tennath curled up in a spot he randomly decided upon, his head held up proudly as he watched the dragonets and riders around him.
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Tk'ri for once hadn't been late, he had just been in the back behind everyone else for a long while. Aedaluth was fine with that it seemed though, and in fact she just watched everything with a patient gaze as she calculated the responses that each of the weyrling pairs gave as they arrived and listened to their lesson for the day. The females are indescribably pathetic, foolish, trivial things My Pet. Must they go on as such bothers, it is giving me a headache. I know, it's almost laughable Aedy. No. No, it is not something to be amused at, it is something to pity. Their bondeds will not grow and eat like that. The Amethyst tilted her head as a small keen parted her jaws, cut off quickly as she recognized that she had let the emotion into the open for others to see and judge her by. It effects me so...I must be growing weak from lack of sustenance as well. Bring me something will you My Pet?
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Post by Akira on Jun 7, 2012 21:54:08 GMT -4
Th’en watched as more weyrling pairs arrived, trying to remember their names from candidate lessons, but so far was having very little luck. He remembered the topaz rider, but other than that he was pretty much hopeless. No one had ever said he had the best memory, and this just proved it. He sighed and shook his head but quickly began working on the task at hand before the day got any hotter and the smell from these carcasses got any worse. He took the knife from his belt and started cutting up the beast the way he had been shown. His family had been vegetable farmers, so he had never before had any experience in cutting up fresh meat before, which made him envy the ex-chef that was now a topaz rider, though he didn’t envy the fact that Iro’ris’ topaz could probably eat that entire beast by herself.
Please Minelove, can you hurry? I am getting a little peckish. Tyeth’s sweet and gentle voice was practically a croon as she watched her rider cutting up the meat into little bite sized pieces for her. Give me a minute Tyeth, I’m doing my best. Why don’t you go visit some of the others for now while you wait? Th’en turned from the work ahead of him to look at his green dragoness as he spoke, but quickly returned to the “lovely” task he had to complete. Tyeth sighed but did as her rider asked and turned away to look at her siblings. A small croon floated lightly from her feminine maw as she made her way to her bronze brother. Greetings Tennath, you are looking handsome today. Her voice was honey sweet, and just as feminine as her appearance as she greeted the larger bronze.
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Post by Zirin on Jun 23, 2012 21:19:30 GMT -4
If there was one thing J’degar actually enjoyed about weyrlings, it was their attitudes for the first few weeks. Many, when shown doubt or dislike, would take it upon themselves to prove him wrong. While he could do without their attitudes, he did have to admit that it made his job easier at this point in their lives, especially when it came to the girls. Ooma was setting a perfect example of this. He didn’t miss the look in her eyes or the way she stiffened as he spoke, but she was quick to jump into the butchering process. Good, at least one girl in this lot would prove to at least have the will to do things. If she happened to look up, she may notice the smallest hint of approval coming off of the weyrlingmaster. It was brief though, and he was quick to move on to the others in the class.
Not all of the girls seemed as ready to prove him wrong as Ooma however. There were two girls hanging back that seemed, if anything, ready to throw up; Lilia and Aridani. Shards and shells, what had the stupid girls thought they were signing up for when they stood for impression. On second thought… he didn’t remember either from candidacy, perhaps they had been among the stands impressions. That made him frown more. He couldn’t really blame them if impression hadn’t been on their minds. “You there, ebony and amethyst, suck it up. Threadfall is much worse than a few skinned animals. Suck it up, ask your classmates for help if you must, but get in there and start chopping meat. I swear by Faranth if you let your dragons starve because of a little blood I will make you regret ever being born.”
With a roll of his eyes, he turned away from the girls in contempt and narrowed his gaze as he looked at Iro. “Friend, family, lover. I don’t care what you are, weyrling. In my class you are my student and I am your teacher. You will use my title while we are in class.” He paused and glanced out at the wide open weyrbowl behind them. “If that doesn’t suit your fancy, I’d be happy to make you run laps until the idea seems a little less awkward for you.” The look in his eyes showed how serious he was. He knew Iro’ris was going to be trouble, but he had hoped something as simple as a title wouldn’t be a problem. Luckily, at least Iro would be swift about getting the work done, even with his injured arm. J’degar supposed he could cut the topazpair some slack, if only because he had only one arm to do the work. He stopped what he was doing, pleased with the amount of meat he had stripped from the beast during his explanation. For now, the meat would sit in the bucket, but as the lesson progressed he would share it with the larger dragons if it was needed. He was stern, yes, but he wasn’t heartless.
“A girl unafraid of blood, good to see.” J’degar spoke loudly as he stepped up near Ooma and Tesla, speaking to both. It was, in a way, a compliment. The less attention he had to pay individual weyrlings the better. If the girls were able to keep up without showing weakness, all the better for it. He didn’t like women on fighting dragons, but he had to teach them anyways. The less time he had to spend babying them the better. “Make sure you bring a sharper knife next time.” He added to Tesla before moving on to some of the boys, stopping beside Th’en to inspect his work. He gave a nod. “Good sized chunks, she may be able to handle larger pieces than that. Make sure you experiment to find the right size.” Everything he said, of course, was said loud enough for the others to hear.
“Tk’ri. Do you plan on watching your wingmates all day or are you going to get some food in your partner’s stomach. Hurry up, we don’t have all day.” He couldn’t give the amethyst weyrling much attention, however, as her royal highness the bronze wench finally appeared. “So nice of you to join us, Miyaka. Grab your bucket and get to work, you have more meat to chop than most of your wingmates.” He glanced around at the class coldly. There was a lesson to be had here, hopefully it would be one that he need only teach once. “As a bronzerider, it is expected that you may one day lead a wing, if your superiors believe you have proven yourself. Your wing will expect you to lead them wisely, they will depend on you for guidance, and if you fail to live up to your duties, your wing will pay the price.” He moved back to the front of the class as he spoke. “From this point on you are a wing. You will live together and learn together. When a day goes well, you will celebrate your successes together, and when someone screws up, you will all taste the punishment. Together. I’m sure you have all heard the saying ‘There is no I in team’?” Syphraelth rumbled from where he was resting, knowing what was coming.
“You should all make sure to thank Miyaka. Thanks to her tardiness, you may all drop what you are doing and do a lap around the bowl. Hop to it, your dragonets won’t get to eat until you return.”
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Post by Kitsuneko on Jun 24, 2012 16:09:06 GMT -4
Tesla spared an ear to listen to the Weyrlingmaster's various comments, waiting with no small amount of trepidation for him to get to her. She was pleasantly surprised when he gave her and Ooma a compliment on their ability to handle bloody work, even it was grudging, and she spared a moment to smile at Ooma while holding Syth's muzzle away from the half-filled bucket of meat.
In fact, he passed her by with only a comment to bring a better knife. Tesla nodded, already making plans to visit the nearest blacksmith as soon as she had a chance, and it was only after he'd passed on to berate someone else that she relaxed.
In fact, she had almost finished cutting up enough of the meat for Syth's meal when the female bronzerider finally arrived, drawing J'degar's attention. She winced in sympathy as Miyaka was singled out, knowing how much she would hate to be in that situation. Her sympathy for the other weyrling dwindled rather quickly, however, as soon as they were all told to drop what they were doing and run a lap. Tesla grimaced. She was not exactly in the best shape, not to mention she lacked the energy of many of the younger weyrlings. She was not going to enjoy this.
"Don't you dare touch that bucket of meat before I get back, Syth," she half-warned, half-pleaded with the green. "You heard what he said, and I don't want us to get in trouble."
I know, I won't, Syth grumbled, though she was obviously unhappy about it. I don't want to be trouble either.
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Post by Taylor on Jul 9, 2012 12:57:41 GMT -4
At the call to gather, Maysceth had been instantly awake and ready. It was important for them to be on time for their first lesson, right? And she'd rather enjoyed the last one; learning new skills together made sure they were all on the same page, and missing one would make it harder for a pair to do well. That didn't seem very fair, suffering because they didn't have the same education as the others. Did you hear, mine? We are supposed to meet, now. Vitari merely gave a discontented moan; it was entirely too early to be awake, let alone active. Please, mine? Vitari shifted and Maysceth took that as a sign that the woman was getting ready to get up. The amethyst shifted uncomfortably. Should I...? She looked towards the door, finally making up her mind and speaking with more decisiveness. I will go ahead and wait for you. So that I can listen and learn with the others. She gave a nod, pleased with this decision, and ran ahead on her own, leaving her sleepy lifemate to wake up at her own pace.
She arrived with the others, watching with interest as J'degar started to explain their task and then instructed them to wait for their wingmates. Oh dear. Vitari should get here soon! Mine? Are you out of bed? She received a sleepy grumble in response and assumed that was a yes. Good. It is important not to be late!
"Getting up", however, was not as simple as springing out of bed, for Vitari. First she had to brush out her hair, ensuring it was flawless before she secured it in an elegant twist at the back of her head. Then there was the matter of picking things out. Clothes she could get dirty? What did "dirty" mean? Bloody, I think. You are cutting up a herdbeast for me. Oh Faranth. Nothing she owned deserved that sort of treatment. Still, she could feel her bonded's impatient nervousness. Pawing through her wardrobe, she selected an outfit, miserable as she donned the tunic and pants. They weren't as fancy as some other things, but they were well-made, subtle swirls stitched into the seams and around the hem and collar. If she got blood on this, she would be quite put out.
Next, she grabbed her knife. Her father had gifted it to her when he learned that she had Impressed, a rather odd present according to Vitari. Now she understood the reasoning and...well, she was far from pleased. At least its sharpness should make this task slightly less horrendous.
By the time she finally arrived at the lesson, however, well-groomed and dressed, most of the others had gathered. Only Miyaka was missing, the other weyrling arriving moments shortly after Vitari joined her dragon, casting a disgusted look at the skinned beasts. She had taken only one step towards the meat before J'degar made his announcement. They were to run? Laps? She stared at J'degar, aghast and furious. She folded her arms over her chest. "It is not her fault! Unlike men, we women are not content to appear at social functions looking as if we have just spent a night sleeping in the dirt! She can't be faulted for being late." Vitari had no idea if that was the reason for the bronze weyrling's tardiness. It seemed an easy excuse, however, and it would apply to her in case J'degar chose to target the second to last person to arrive, instead.
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