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Post by Zirin on May 2, 2012 20:20:29 GMT -4
He was NOT happy, in any form of the word. If there was one thing he hated more than those weakling weyrlings he had to teach, it was candidates. So many hopeful faces, so many snobby attitudes and disrespectful habits. Well, Samara might go easy on her candidates, but today J'degar was in charge and he was going to scare away every wimpy candidate if he could. He would hunt down the woman later for deciding she was too busy to teach, or whatever her excuse was.
He glanced up at Syphraelth, who was lounging on the ledge with no interest in what was going to happen for this lesson. The brown had taken one look at the various pots hanging over a number of outdoor fires and had quickly excused himself. He still had a duty to do however, so with a ruffle of his wings he bugled across the Weyr.
Excuse me, Candidates. Weyrlingmaster J'degar will be in charge of your lesson today and has requested your attendance in the outer edge of the Weyrbowl. He flashed an image of the location to the various minds, hoping none of the candidates would get lost. With a rumble he added another afterthought, I suggest you bring something to cover your nose.
J'degar crossed his arms and waited for the candidates to arrive. Hopefully they wouldn't keep him waiting.
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Post by jovia on May 2, 2012 20:41:53 GMT -4
Linda was actually busy at the time, she was a healer after all so she was helping out in the infirmary. Of course the young candidate wasn't taking care of a person at the time, more of taking stock and inventory. Of course she had two slings wrapped around her body that held two precious packages, Felli and Klarce her two baby Huntyres. It was best to keep them with her for whenever she could train them. Hana was on her shoulder along with Rorce as well of course, they rarely left her alone and they didn't make much ruckus in here.
However the resounding words that went through Linda's mind stopped her at her work. Swiftly she apologized to the other healers, but of course they understood about candidate duties. Quickly she headed out, not even caring that she smelled of medicine. A sharp whistle resounded over the Weyrbowl towards the water which caused a flurry of other colored hides to fly towards the young girl. Her entire fair and her 2 huntyres, she was not about to leave them behind. Hopefully they will help keep the other people away from her mostly so she can concentrate on her lesson.
When she got there however, she noted funnily enough, she was the first one there besides the teacher. A mere nod of her head towards him she started to look around and sniff the air. The Dragon did say something about covering their noses, she had some clothes capable of doing that in her pouches anyways. "Okay everyone, behave here especially you Rorce. Felli and Klarce you can sleep if you want or watch and learn."
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Post by Zirin on May 2, 2012 20:55:23 GMT -4
Firogel could, more often then not, be found in the candidate barracks, working on his craft. It was something he loved more than anything else. In fact, if it wasn't for his father's wishes he would have simply remained at Apollo working on his apprenticeship. He heard the dragon's voice in his head and sighed, recognising the sound of his father's brown. Glorious, perhaps this wouldn't be a waste of a first lesson. Gathering up his materials, he shoved his work into the chest by his bed and grabbed up one of his plain scarves, knowing full well to take Syphraelth's warning for what it was. Tying it around his neck, he slipped on his boots and headed out to the given location.
He arrived at around the same time as some girl, and watched as she outright disrespected their stand-in candidatemaster. Of course a woman wouldn't know anything about how to be a proper student. Pathetic. He stepped up to his father, standing straight and saluting as he had been taught to do.
"Greetings Sir. Firogel reporting." With the appropriate respect given, he stepped back and found a place to stand that wasn't too close to the woman, giving her a brief look of disdain before looking back at J'degar, waiting patiently for the lesson.
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Post by King Walrus Jackson on May 3, 2012 19:20:39 GMT -4
Geso growled low in his throat as he padded up to the small group that was forming where the pots were on the fires. He had been sitting by the lake thinking about how his life had recently changed, and trying to think about the future.
-Earlier-
Geso was sitting by the lake, on a rocky outcropping he had just found. He had been in the Weyr for a couple of days now, and he hadn't really tried to get to know anyone. Why would he, when they would likely end up getting him mad enough to fight with their idiocy, anyways? It always happened, someone always managed to make him mad, and once he started fighting no one wanted to be around him anymore.
Geso smiled as Glados shifted from her place napping in his lap. She was the only one who liked him BECAUSE of his fighting, instead of hating him for it. Even though she had caused him more trouble than she was probably worth, Geso was happy he had met the violent little Fire Lizard, as she had given him companionship when the rest of his Hold wouldn't have missed him if he died in Threadfall. He frowned again. What would happen to him if he failed to Impress a dragon? Would they send him back to the Hold? He didn't want to go back to that hellhole, so maybe he could find a job to do here? Hell, he would even offer to do the stuff he used to do as punishments if that's what it took, since he didn't have a craft to offer. As he was thinking about this, he heard the dragon telling him where to go. Turning, he saw the teacher and the pots a small distance away from where he was sitting. Standing, he moved the awakening Glados to his shoulder, where she sleepily wrapped her tail around his neck and fell back asleep.
-Back to present-
Geso let his scowl form as he saw the boy salute the dragonrider, and saw how the girl had a veritable swarm of animals around her. Looking around, he could just see the brown dragon sitting on a ledge, and gave the dragon a respectful nod. He turned and stopped not far from the rider, and crossed his arms.
"Geso here." He said shortly, cautiously sniffing the air to see how badly this was going to suck.
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Post by Elessar on May 3, 2012 20:38:45 GMT -4
Liam was standing in Cavallo's stall, grooming the large black horse, when dragoncall entered his mind. Pausing in running the brush over Cavallo's wide back, the young Candidate listened carefully to the dragon-- Syphraelth, if he remembered correctly. Growing up in the Weyr, he knew most all of the riders and dragons by sight and name, even if he didn't know them personally.
Throwing the brush into a bucket, Liam gave Cavallo one last affectionate pat, hugging his horse around the neck gently. "Don't worry. Even if I do Impress a dragon, you'll still be important to me. I won't forget you or Thunder," he told the horse, nodding to the large white dog that was lounging in the corner of the stall. "But I had better go unless I get in trouble. Come, Thunder."
The large dog heaved himself to his feet, trotting after his owner obediantly. "I wonder what Syphraelth meant when he said to bring something to cover your nose?" He mused aloud. "Thankfully, I've got a handkerchief on me..." Shaking his head, he slowed down as he approached the Weyrbown. "Thunder, down. Stay." He didn't want the dog interfering with the lesson.
As he neared the gathering group, he noted that one girl had brought along her pets, and he shook his head, wondering if the stand-in Candidate Master found that insulting. Reaching the group, Liam gave a short bow to the Candidate Master, his blue eyes shielded. "Liam, sir." He said before stepping back with the other Candidates, though staying a bit away from them. Large groups of people he didn't know made him nervous...
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Iromineelmris sat on the ledge with Syphraelth, munching on a meat-roll and sipping his typical fellis-laced klah. J'degar was his close friend, and had told him the Candidate Lesson he would be giving in the regular Candidate Master's stead would be fun. J'degar had told him that he was more than welcome to come and watch... and even join in at some point.
Intrigued by the possibility, Iromineelmris had decided to go, if only in support of J'degar. However, since he wasn't a Candidate (and never would be, at his age), he refused to stand with the younger (and considerably luckier) men and women who had the incredible chance to Impress a dragon. Instead, he sat with Syphraelth, pretending (badly) that he didn't care that he would never be a rider. After all, who needed a dragon when he had such great friends like J'degar?
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Post by Zirin on May 4, 2012 5:38:01 GMT -4
Was that a dragon in his head? He stopped what he was doing – roaming about the Weyr – to look up at the sky in wonder. He had heard dragons in his head only once before, when the searchrider’s blue had told him he could be a candidate. It was a rather thrilling experience, he had to admit. The image that came along with the message caught him off guard at first. It was so much more vivid than the images his little Lehr gave him.
“Ah… we have a lesson Lehr.” He said lazily, glancing about slowly for the designated area. It had been a long time since he had been in Trelis, so it took him a while to actually find the meeting place. Eventually he stumbled across the place, a happy smile on his face as he noticed someone he knew amongst the slowly gathering crowd. He glanced about, confusion clear on his face as he noticed the pots. Glancing into one he noticed an all too familiar liquid. Oh shards… he should have brought a scarf. Reaching up to his neck, he gently plucked his little white flit from his resting spot and held him in front of his eyes, cooing reassuringly.
“Lehr… Can you do me a favor? I need a handkerchief… please fetch one for me.” With a chitter and a brief moment of insecurity, the white finally took off. Hopefully the little flit would be able to complete the task. His eyes remained glued to the whites retreating form and he was lost in thought for a moment. A very short moment, in fact, as he was suddenly stopped in his tracks with an ‘oomph’ before looking to see who he had bumped into. Glancing down slightly, as he had a couple inches of height on the other boy, he smiled at Geso in apology and stepped to the side.
“Oh… Cayin here,” He added as an afterthought to their candidatemaster before letting his eyes wander back to the sky.
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Post by Wish on May 4, 2012 10:01:55 GMT -4
So another lesson was on, well it was about time. "Hey, Miya, you coming?" Tikrin looked over at the healer apprentice, a ball of gauze hanging from his hand where he had been holding it out for her. The white haired girl just gritted her teeth and shook her head, motioning for him to leave her and her patient alone. She was too busy with the newest threadscore wounds to go to some unimportant lesson. Shrugging the candidate left the supplies nearby and walked off, his blue flit winding tighter around his neck and trilling sleepily.
It didn't take him long to get there, and Tik stayed to the back per usual. Sliding his hands into his pockets he took to watching the other candidates, amused by them all and intrigued by the new comers. Perhaps there were one or two he should get to talking to, but it could wait. He had plenty of times to play his games and have fun.
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Post by phantomofthewolves on May 5, 2012 9:41:29 GMT -4
Asaara wandered through the Weyr Bowl, following other hopeful candidates. Mhedroh was on her shoulder as usual, keeping an eye out for anymore of his kind. She arrived to hopefully see that rider she met during the Gather, but she knew he was a part of the Rebellion. Saddened by that thought, she greeted the candidatemaster, but was interrupted by the smell of dragon dung. She gagged and covered her mouth and nose with a spare cloth she kept in her belt.
"Good morning, master." she coughed and took her seat with the others. Looking around her, she spotted a tuft of white hair. An albino! She waved at the girl, inviting her to sit near her. The stench of dung may sting, but at least she found another albino like her.
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Post by twitchie on May 5, 2012 22:55:32 GMT -4
Ooma was in her room, rummaging and rearranging things. The windows let in sunlight from the gap left from the lofty violet curtains framing them.
A deeply colored woven rug of earthy hues covered the bare stone floor, although the colors gave a mature and cool vibe.
A similar toned bed was neatly made, however it was accupied by the candidate's rather large suitcase.
Ooma was going from her small closet to her mirror, choosing outfits and trying clothes. Her hair was falling about her shoulders messily.
It took awhile before the girl seemed satisfied. She wore a flowing jade colored top, made of an almost shimmery silky fabric. The sleeves were wide and quarter-long and they draped gracefully like wings. Her legs were covered by quality hide leggings, dyed an earthy deep brown. Dainty platform-like sandles were worn on her feet.
Ooma twirled around twice, admiring herself briefly. Then she brushed her midnight black hair and fixed it until it looked like she wanted. Interesting earrings of colored beads and bone accompanyed wooden and woven bracelets to finish it off.
A voice distracted Ooma from her mirror, and she then grabbed a jade and peridot braided scratch and threw it upon her neck and around her face before leaving.
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The sun was warm but weak as Ooma went to join the other candidates. She tightened her scarf at the overwhelming stench of numbered filled her nose. With a soft cough, Ooma looked at the other people, sizing them up.
Her gaze, however, caught sight if Cayin and found him cute enough and perhaps worthy.
She flashed the dreaming boy a bright smile and went to stand close to him.
She also looked over Geso, wondering how he got here.
Then she turned to J'degar.
"Ooma has arrived."
She said matter-o-factly, giving her teacher a respective glance.
She tucked hair behind her ear.
What would she learn?
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Post by Zirin on May 5, 2012 22:59:49 GMT -4
The candidates began trickling in, one by one. They weren't the worst group he had ever seen he supposed; most at least offered their names and some sort of acknowledgement. It was poor at best, but at least they knew the basics. He wasn't too worried about the candidates being on time; they had no idea they'd have a lesson today so he couldn't fault them for being slow in getting here. It would be a one time thing however. He narrowed his eyes at Linda, disliking the large group of tag-alongs and the fact she hadn't introduced herself. In fact, it seemed almost everyone had brought along companions.
"I don't know what you're taught where you're from, but here you will learn to salute your 'masters. That said, I commend those of you that bothered to introduce yourselves. I'm happy to see at least a couple of you aren't lost causes." He gazed over the group, once again unhappy that he had been saddled with this. "I am J'degar, rider of Brown Syphraelth. For the duration of this 'lesson' you will call me Candidatemaster or Sir. Those of you with pets, find a place for them off to the sides or send them away. I don't want to see anyone getting injured from uncontrolled animals."
Syphraelth watched the candidates with curiosity. Some of these young men and women would impress and become weyrlings. He wondered briefly which would be the lucky ones, but even the experienced dragon couldn't say what the hatchlings would choose. He turned his head to glance at Iromineelmris. The brown still didn't particularly trust the man after the adventure he had put J'degar through... but His liked the man so there was little Syph could do. It will be boring to watch. He spoke privately to the cook before turning his gaze back to the candidates.
"One of the most important tools at a rider's disposal is numbweed, especially now that Thread has returned. Today you will be assisting the healers and weyrfolk with the boiling process to make numbweed salve. The pots have been heating for a while. Beside each one you will find a barrel of raw numbweed and all the necessary tools. Consider this a teamwork exercise. Your fellow candidates may one day be your wingmates, get to know eachother now. You will work together to fill the pots and mix them constantly. I hope you all brought something to cover your noses with, boiling numbweed stinks."
He made a motion for them to get started. Each pot station could fit three or four candidates comfortably, and the pots were close enough that the candidates would be able to talk amongst each other without any difficulty. He glanced over at Iro, motioning for the man to join in, and wishing he could be off drinking klah instead of doing this. He waited for the candidates to move, and once everyone was working, he would even join in.
"Now is your chance to ask any questions you may have. As well, whichever group works best together will be excused from candidate chores tomorrow. Hurry up, find your partners. I don't have all day to waste with you lot."
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Post by jovia on May 5, 2012 23:50:16 GMT -4
Linda had caught sight of Firo giving her the dirty look, but she just looked away and ignored him. Nope she merely watched as the other Candidates walked in and in some form greetings the rider. Was she supposed to speak up her name? She had no idea she wasn't told anything after all. But then the rider had started to speak... after he narrowed his eyes at her. Briefly her hand had twitched before she stopped reaching for her blade. Hana and Rorce even had red starting to whirl into their eyes as Linda went on the defensive ready to be attacked... But no it wasn't in the physical sense... but a verbal kind of attack.
Linda was furious, and her fair started to hiss rather softly as she walked forward towards Gar with her hands on her hips to glare at him. "Look you moronic human, I have spent most of my life living in the wild and only the last few turns have I come back to live with everyone else. I only recently came to the Weyr as a Candidate instead of a Healer. If you ever try to single me out or attack me for something not my fault again you will find my blade at your throat. I don't care who you are, I won't take your crap. And no I won't send mine away, they are probably the most well behaved in all of pern so you can just deal with it!"
Hana didn't do much except just sit there on Linda's shoulder as she watched Gar with red eyes. She had become quiet after she chittered towards the rest of the fair who stayed behind to just watch. Rorce on the other hand started to stand up and flap his wings with a hiss. But Linda just let out a sharp and high pitched whistle without even looking at her Garnet, who just settled down to look balefully at the brown rider.
With that however, Linda turned away from Gar to go towards one of the open stations with nobody at it. Though if Gar was to make some sort of retort or go after her in some way.. Her hands were poised ready to either slap him or grab her blade in a hurry. But otherwise she would get to the numbweed with no problem and just wrap her cloths around both of her Huntyre's since they weren't used to it yet. Cad, Renae, Jo, and Jak however landed nearby as they kept an eye on Gar their eyes still whirling red in their silent hatred. Linda however just put on her apron she pulled out for just such occassions and started to get to work on her own with well practiced movements stating that she has done this type of thing before.
((OOC Note: Geso and Cayin will be joining her group at least))
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Post by twitchie on May 6, 2012 1:02:03 GMT -4
Ooma heard a yelp and a growling bark from behind her.
Oh no!
Gretchen was barreling toward the group, wild with worry for her master.
Ooma quickly greeted her golden, and quite large dog.
"Gretchen. Go. "
Ooma pointed away from the class and kept a steady look at the dog.
Then Gretchen growl, low and displeased but trotted away.
Ooma returned to stand near Cayin, smiling at him again. He seemed like an odd boy, but she found him surprisingly interesting. Perhaps attractive...
At J'degar's instruction, Ooma took a place opposite Linda. She pulled her scarf over her nose and mouth and grabbed a stick. With a hesitant hand, she grabbed a bit of numbered then paused.
You just added and stirred right?
She stole a glance at Linda, having a sort of 'respect' for her after her mouthing off to J'degar...
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Post by Bellatora on May 6, 2012 3:46:04 GMT -4
Chantrea walked with her head held high, observing each and every person as she approached. Hmph. None of them seemed all that interesting... though... That one boy had a certain darkness about him... She was intrigued. He was someone to watch and learn of. He was interesting enough... but not someone truly worth pursuing... besides she had a rider that much more greatly interested her quite honestly. She looked at the weyrlingmaster with mild interest. Hmph. "Chantrea, present," she said, all business like before taking a spot to lurk not far from the other female Candidates, her eyes looking them each over, sizing them up. And of course... some of the males. Tikrin was, as always, handsome... And so very similar to herself. She even gave him a brief wink. He was an exception. As always.
Kaimana seemed to float in. Her steps were light and airy, a dancer. She was a dancer. In fact it was the only thing that she truly loved in this life. "Kaimana, present," she said in a clear voice, just sounding arrogant in its tone. which was no surprise. This was Kaimana after all. She looked at the weyrlingmaster who was directing this lesson. He was rather different and yet... qutie similar all at once to their normal Candidate master. They were both from Southern as well and held a very high standard.
Annaliese picked up the basket with the ingredients, double checking them. She was sure that Papa would like to have these. "Anna... Take this to Gar as well, won't you," Assaila said, handing her daughter a flask of klah with just the slightest bit of fellis in it... To help him keep from getting too stressed. tHe poor man had to deal with Candidates today. She knew they would get on her nerves. "Okay Mama!" Anna said brightly, brushing a few stray strands of blonde hair behind her ear and picking up the basket to make her way to the Weyrbowl where her Papa was hosting the lesson. Anori was following her today. He didn't like to go to the creche with Assaila as he tended to be tugged at and pulled.
Anna grinned and nearly bounced up to Gar. "Papa! I brought the supplies! and Mama told me to give you this!" She held out the cup of klah and showed him the basket, totally ignoring the Candidates for a minute before turning to them. "Hi! I'm Apprentice Dragonhealer Annaliese! I'm here to help Papa teach you all about taking care of and treating your dragons! as well as making numbweed!" She gave them all a serious look, looking for all the world at least like she was ten turns older just because of the expression... but at teh same time... it was almost comical when taken in with her small stature and just the fact that she was so young...
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Post by Akira on May 6, 2012 14:26:06 GMT -4
Thaden had been wandering around the Weyrbowl waiting for something to do when he got the message about the candidate lesson. He quickly ran to where Syphraelth had shown them to go. He was glad that he had kept the rag he normally used for Trueno, in his pocket. Currently the little firelizard was back in the weyr taking a little lizard nap. He saw that there were already quite a few others there already, and he hoped that he wouldn’t be the last one to show up. By the time it was his turn to address J’degar he was still trying to catch his breath. But he was able to salute the man the way he had seen some of the other riders and weyrfolk do. My name is Thaden Sir. He was still panting a bit as he introduced himself, but at least he was starting to catch his breath.
Thaden moved away and took his place among the other candidates. He listened as J’degar spoke, and was very happy Trueno had stayed behind. He nodded slowly as J’degar told them what they would be doing for their lesson and wondered how long it would take to boil the numbweed completely, or just how long the smell would last. He walked over to where Linda was working and smiled the friendliest smile he could muster. Excuse me, but do you mind if I join you? He waited for her response before actually starting to help, but he rolled up his sleeves and got ready to work. You have a nice little fair there. I have a ‘lizard, a blue one, his name is Trueno. Maybe after this I could introduce you all to him. He was trying to be friendly, and make friendly conversation.
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Post by Elessar on May 6, 2012 19:51:58 GMT -4
Liam nodded at the Candidatemaster. Okay, salute the 'masters, adress this particular 'master as Candidatemaster or Sir, send pets away in case someone gets injured. Got it! He gave Cayin a sly grin. He had left Thunder at the other edge of the Weyrbowl, so he was not at fault. He hadn't saluted, but the Candidatemaster did praise those who had introduced themselves, and Liam had.
As J'degar-- the Candidatemaster --explained the lesson, Liam frowned. Boiling numbweed. How... wonderful. He'd performed the task before, but it was never enjoyable. When he had seen the pots he had expected what was going on, but the Candidatemaster had just confirmed his worst suspicions. Well, shards.
A teamwork exercise? Well, alright then. He stepped up to one of the pots, opening the barrel next to it. He waved to Cayin, indicating that the other male should join him. If this was teamwork, who better to work with than the man he had known since birth and grown up with? Unfolding his handkerchief, he tied it around his neck and pulled it up so that it was covering his nose. This was going to stink!
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Iromineelmris glanced at the brown and shrugged. "Yours said it would be fun," he said. His faith in J'degar, however, was shattered when the rider explained the lesson and motioned for Iro to join in. The cook made his way down from the ledge, taking a long gulp of fellis-laced klah. Standing next to his friend, he offered the skin to J'degar. "You might need this," he said calmly. "Also, I hate you. You said this would be fun."
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