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Post by Wish on Apr 11, 2012 10:46:50 GMT -4
How is that we always get stuck with the brats?
Iliath wasn't in a good mood, not that she was ever in a perfectly happy mood, but she was in one sharding bad one today. Her tail flicked back and forth irritably as she watched Hers. Panille wasn't much better; she had come to the rebellion to help out the cause. She believed in making a Weyr for the mutations away from scrutiny, besides it was fun roughing it out, especially since her friends were here too. However, she hadn't been planning on Noita taking her aside practically the moment she returned to the rebels only to be told she had to take charge of the Weyrling class. The last instructor was apparently out of work, meaning that the brownrider had been hit by Threadfall in the last battle against their ancient enemy.
That, left Panille undeniably in charge since she was one of the few with teaching experience. Greeeeeaaaaat.... The little buggers were in for it good. Just call them already, we have a lot of ground to cover so that we can get them all on the same page. She turned around and pulled out the few sheets of paper with her "list of things to do". Never before had she looked at something so vehemently in her life, let alone an inanimate object. Darkblood Weyrlings, come to the Training Grounds to find Mine and I! For those of you who are new here it is on the Northern edge of the Main Camp in a clearing just inside the woods. I do not advice you on being late....that would be a big mistake!
K'er froze as he heard the command filtered through by his amethyst. Kinurninth as usual was goofing off, flipping about on the ground and rolling as his trio of Huntyres chirped and flew around her. Kin...we have to go. I know that! I toooootaaallly know that! I was just trying to see who is the best of our Pets, K'erLoveDoveMine. I like Silver, he's funny, just like me! Now, Noir is so brave though. Not to mention Kele, she's so beautiful. The Huntyres chirped as they listened to the compliments, Kele snuggling in against the Amethyst's side when she finally stopped rolling around.
Silver however had other ideas, he wasn't done playing! Sqwuaking, the Lunar flapped his wings and darted toward Noir...which wasn't the smartest of ideas. The Nightshade cawed, his eyes whirling a bright green and purple. K'er, knowing the round-about colors that Huntyre's were known for compared to the other dragonoid creatures on Pern, ran forward and stepped in front of the dark black and green avian. "Enough, come on...no fighting, please?" He hated fighting, of any kind. Again the call, a forced second that Iliath filled with spite, came up and K'er froze. "We have to go now!"
Kinurninth chortled, jumping to her feet and bumping the boy's backside. Well then come on SillyWilly! We can't be too late, Stars are never later than a bit. Nudging him onto her neck, the amethyst spread her wings and took off toward the meeting place, settling beside her Obsidian clutchmate, entirely unaware to the agitated look Nimarath gave her. Sliding off, K'er waved to Eiko who waved back slightly. "H...hey Eiko. How's Nimarath doing?" They had grown up in the same Weyr together, they had impressed at the same clutch, and yet the two were as far as part as could be for two people that weren't enemies.
The blonde Obsidianweyrling looked at him, collecting herself for a moment before replying coolly. "She is fine. We both are." Her blue eyes were blank of emotion as was her face, and K'er bit his lip in frustration. He didn't mind that she wanted to be perfect in the eyes of the rebels, so did he. However, the act of it all bothered him more than anything. It was eerie watching her robotic habits, always wondering when she would finally crack. He didn't get to say anything else, for she turned back to her own dragonet, signalling the conversation as over. Oh NimarathSisterMine, we're going to shine so brightly, yes we are! You're awesome, but I'm better, I totally am better! Scared yet BigSister?
The Obsidian snorted, a red light whirling into her eyes before Eiko snapped control on her. You wish. The hiss that came from her dark jaws made the smaller Amethyst jerk back, her wings tucking in against her sides tightly. Be nice Nimarath. The Obsidian forgot her though, influencing the annoying purple to ignore that she was there at all, which worked for the most part. You're lucky you're getting stronger. I'm in no better a mood than Iliath is.
Speaking of which, the green watched the incoming dragonets and weyrlings from the top of the hill that Panille stood at toward the bottom. Even from here though the rider could tell that she was still upset with Pan for making her talk to the Weyrlings again. Get over it Iliath. Snorting, the green flicked her wings, spreading them wide to sun them in the warm light. Observing the group to make sure that the majority was there, Panille cleared her throat and signalled for them to quiet down. When that didn't work, Nimarath gave a high pitched cry. "Thank you Nimarath."
"As you all probably know, your last instructor is injured severely from Threadfall wounds. I've had experience with Weyrlings and Candidates before so I'm here instead. My name is Panille, that's Green Iliath. All you need to know about us is our names and that you do not mess with us. Am I understood? If you do, I will let Iliath eat you." To make her rider's statement clear the Green purred a happy warble and licked her jaws. "Now, since everyone is on a different page, I'd like you all to separate depending on your dragonet's age. 12 to 14 month olds over in this corner, 15 months and up in that one. Hop to it!"
She watched the weyrlings move, nodding when the last finally reached their destination. "Alright, I'll be asking each of you for your name and the age of your dragonet. Then, tell me where you are in your training. Despite you all being of age to know both flying and betweening, most don't know the latter. If you do not, tell me and you will then be put into a different section. If you don't know how to fly on your dragon or are not very good at it, say that, you have a lot of work to do. Who's first?"
"Eiko of Obsidian Nimarath, age 13 months. We know how to fly, not how to between."
"K..K'er of Amethyst Kinurninth, age 13 months as well. Same."
{Ooc: You can choose how much your Weyrling knows, most know how to fly at least a little bit however, whether they've had an older rider help them or not. This is their first "official" lesson to be honest because the rebels have been so busy. If you're not sure how old your Dragonet is now, check the availability thread I have updated their ages. They should be 3 months older now.  } |
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Post by Kitsuneko on Apr 12, 2012 12:18:50 GMT -4
B'den and Kohenkyoth had been at Rindell for a while now, so they had no trouble finding their way to the Training Grounds. Even when they had not had official lessons, the two of them had spent a significant amount of time there training on their own, though B'den was certainly looking forward to having an actual Weyrlingmaster again to help instruct them.
While the greenrider regarded his fellow weyrlings with interest, Kohenkyoth was supremely uninterested in the other dragons. Her tail twitched impatiently, wanting it to start already, but she was otherwise silent and reclusive.
The Weyrlingmaster introduced herself, and when she directed the twelve to fourteen-month-old dragons to one corner, B'den and Kohenkyoth rushed to join the group. He gave Panille a sharp salute when it came to his turn to speak. "B'den and green Kohenkyoth. Age twelve months, and we can fly and between, at least to a handful of places, but we haven't used firestone yet." They had kept up their training on their own, but there was a limit to what even they were willing to do without supervision.
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