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W'inmine, you will be prompt!

It wasn't like W'in actually needed the pushing of the patchy blue dragonet, but Toronth seemed absolutely convinced that W'in wouldn't be able to fend for himself otherwise, and that was worrying. Promptness is the mark of a good rider and a good man, Toronth continued to insist, pushing W'in along in spite of the fact that W'in was trying to trot ahead of him. He was currently barefoot through no fault of his own; some time while he was sleeping, his dragonet had managed to move all his shoes some undisclosed location and was not sharing.

"You could have at least given my shoes back," he muttered to Toronth as the blue gave one final push, nearly knocking him to one knee in front of F'sey. W'in jerked himself back up and stood quietly, watching the man with a wary eye.

It will make you stronger, W'inmine. It builds character.

"I hate you."

...Haircuts? Aha! W'in was lucky on this one. He had never seen the appeal in long hair on men; it was for girls only. Or maybe that was just the 'please don't let me be mistaken for a woman AGAIN' instinct talking.

With work, you'll never be mistaken for anything, Toronth piped up, looking at the Weyrlingmaster attentively, eyes a cheerful green.

A lot of work, but it will be worth it.

Why are we here? Rumbling ominously, Arioth glared around at her clutchmates. ...Come to think of it, she was rarely not glaring, so this was normal enough. Favoring Varth with a special extra-ferocious look, she strode along at Rinfala's side with as much grace as her awkward dragonet limbs would allow. Which wasn't much, really. This only served to make her glares even more venomous.

"I need to learn how to take care of you, Arioth," Rinfala explained, suppressing a sigh. She'd explained this earlier that morning, but Arioth saw little need to sit through a boring lesson...until it was noticed that Varth might do better in those lessons. She'd had few protests after that, until now. Rinfala, of course, was about to protest quite a lot. As soon as she heard the words 'haircut,' her jaw set and one hand started to drift closer to her belt knife. She wasn't losing her hair unless the person cutting it lost theirs!

B'lin was just in time, and it wasn't really his fault they were almost late. Maybe if Xanthoth didn't have to stop and make eyes at every single woman they walked past getting here, they'd have been as early as he would have liked. Dragon and rider shared a connection, but rarer than most did this duo share feelings. A lingering feeling of dread about what could have been made B'lin's stomach do flip flops. Xanthoth couldn't have felt more at ease. Life was good!

Calm, Mine. We're on time! They are not yelling at us! See? On the way to where he'd decided to stand, Xanthoth passed two of his clutchmates; Redhath and Arioth. In a predictable move, the bronze hadn't spared the other male a passing glance. Arioth, on the other hand, was greeted with a friendly smile and her glaring didn't bother him in the slightest. Silly, fiesty little queen!

Finally B'lin stopped, his dragon coming to a halt beside him. The bronze emitted a hum of laughter shortly after. Haircuts! What a funny way to start the lesson for his bald companion! The reason for this noisy interruption didn't escape B'lin's common sense. Trying not to look as awkward as he suddenly felt (thanks a lot, Xathoth!), he nudged the dragonet and gave him A Look.

Perhaps Arioth would demand Rinfala went first, but if she didn't K'lan was more than comfortable doing so. She had no particular attachment to her hair, which grew quickly, nor was she very vain.

This was the least interesting part of their lesson, and she'd rather have it over sooner rather than later. Stepping forward, she reached up with her good hand to remove her hairtie.

"I will, sir."

Very good, Mine!

With a last longing look in the direction of the kitchens, A'bri led Varth into the room lessons were to be held. Despite his early rising, he hadn't yet managed to find himself anything to eat, and he was starting to wish he had. But it wouldn't do to be too late- and Varth was huffing and puffing in his mind already. Apparently he was offended that while they had been close by, Arioth had managed to make it into the room first.

"Is it really that important?" A'bri asked quietly as they slipped in- well, A'bri attempted to slip in, Varth simply stalked in looking as impressive as possible for a baby- and moved toward an empty space.

: Of course it is,: Varth replied, sounding offended. :She will think she is better because she was here first. And she is wrong- we were here first, we just did not go inside!:

"It's just lessons, it's not a race," A'bri countered, glancing around in an effort to figure out what was going on. He'd only managed to hear the question, "Who wants to go first?", and was entirely unsure as to what it was in regards to.

:We should go first,: Varth said, nudging A'bri with his head- surely it didn't matter what it was, they would do it first, and they would be the best at it. A'bri shook his head, disagreeing with that sentiment. He didn't want to volunteer for anything if he didn't know what he was volunteering for. Besides, A'nt- A'bri smiled a brief greeting to him as he rushed in- had answered, and one of the girls, one he didn't know, had as well.

"We'll just wait and see what's it's about," he murmured, trying to keep his voice down so that he didn't disrupt things.

Ahh, a couple of volunteers. First was the girl; she didn't seem particularly troubled by the announcement. F'sey watched the young greenrider with a trace of a smile, marking the play down in his mental book of 'Things My Weyrlings Have Done'. He had an exceedingly good memory for that kind of thing, but unfortunately, it was usually used for holding grudges and thinking of interesting punishments for weyrlings who were marked down for doing excessively irritating things.

The second volunteer was one of the many brownriders (there certainly were a lot in this clutch, weren't there?). The quietest of the browns that had hatched, if F'sey remember correctly. In fact, Matsukazeth (what a name!) had been the brown unfortunate enough to be on the Sands at the same time as the troubled blue. However, this one, A'nt, he believed (Ialluth immediately confirmed), was late. The Weyrlingmaster frowned and considered his options. No one else was stepping forward. He'd do K'lan in a moment, she'd already earned her brownie points, and there was no need to forgive a transgression like lateness with a simple haircut. Besides, it was hardly a punishment if the boy volunteered for it.

"K'lan, A'nt, go see H'dra. He'll help you." Dismissing the volunteers to work with his assistant, F'sey faced the raced of the crowd.

"You. Mouthy lad with the blue."

Redhath, Ialluth informed him quietly.

"M'al, was it? Come here. You're first."

Ialluth sighed. Hers would make it difficult, wouldn't he?

"And you." He pointed to Rinfala. "With the attitude. You're next."

Oh, he'd fix their little wagons.

M’al knew he should stop. Logically, the smart thing to do would be to shut up and cut his losses. But, there was always a little voice saying, ‘Hey, this doesn’t make sense! Point that out to him!’ Besides, he was pretty sharding certain he’d already gotten himself into F’sey’s bad books. No good would be done by keeping his mouth shut and it wasn’t like things could get any worse.

“So… when you said ‘welcome to the life of a dragonrider’, sir, what you really meant was ‘welcome to the life of a weyrling’. Because otherwise it sounds like you mean the haircuts are regulation for everyone.” Which clearly wasn’t true, judging by F’sey’s own longish hair.

And there it was. He had just been volunteered, just as he suspected. He ran his hands through his hair again with a quiet sigh. Well, it would grow back soon enough. The real danger was letting F’sey anywhere near his neck with sharp objects. “Of course, sir. It’s only hair…”

For all of his fussing, he didn’t care so much about his hair. Giving Redhath another affectionate scratch, M’al went to stand nearby F’sey, as confident as ever. Actually, inwardly, he was mildly worried that F’sey would intentionally botch the haircut.

Meanwhile, Redhath was still trying to understand what was going on. Oh, and snickering over His. The Blue, for one, was certain that F’sey would get some sort of revenge on the Blue weyrling. It was bound to be amusing.