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It's that time again...!

This lesson's plans:

- The effect a rider's emotions on the dragon.
- Sexuality
- Dragon colors
- Rider's knots (Along with the construction of their first riding knot.)
- Dragon first aid.
- Telepathy training, how to send a dragon an image, and visa versa.


Where: At the Weyr bowl, currently, Farin has not arrived but it is expected for Weyrlings to start arriving. The weather is a bit dreary looking, replacing sunny skies of an overcast sky, and it looks like rain soon.

Hearing R'ael's muttered question, L'mur grinned. "Probably," he answered. "Farin's tough. Wouldn't let a little thing like rain bother her." It was, he admitted inwardly, an awfully gross-looking day.

Rain is just water. It is warm, but not as warm as a bath. I like baths-- rain is almost as good. The voice of the little green interrupted L'mur's thoughts. Hmmm, you are a smart one, L'mur told her, amused.

"Anyone know what's on the agenda for today?"

Standing a little apart from the growing group, T'nel watched shyly at the other's apparent familiarity. Though he'd been here for quite a while before he's Impressed, he'd met very few his own age. Briefly, he thought of Demarn, but squashed that line of though as quickly as it had come. He didn't want Falmanth upset. Beside him, said dragon was gazing back at the sky, happily commenting about the growing grey clouds.

It's going to be wet, mine! Like the lake, only from the sky. the blue said, trying to crane his neck farther back. T'nel only chuckled.

"Yes, it's going to be wet, Fallie. Wet and uncomfortable, I've no doubt. We'll probably be kept outside for training, even if it does rain."

"A fine one to talk about minding the rain." G'dor chuckles as he approaches the group. He made sure this time around to remind the other wyerlings that it was him doing their laundry and he might just do a shabby job next time he got stuck with the second-least-desireable chore. They hadn't neglected waking him up this time to say the least. "Coming from the port, you'd think you've seen enough water to pass that off as good weather so long as there aren't any roofs tumbling away."

Queth waddled after his rider, humming slightly simply from the scent of rain in the sky. Will, G'dor's small white kitten, hadn't been so happy about the idea and had taken G'dor's spot on the pillow of his bunk the moment that he abandoned it. Quite strange how the three of them had different opinions of the weather alltogether.

The little dark blue dragon let out a squeal and attempted to prance around the other in a circle--but nearly tripped over himself in the process. He was still quite awkward on his legs, though at least he didn't step on his wings anymore. Yes, yes, can't we play?

J'riar chuckled with a nod. "Sure you can play; we're just waiting for now. But you'll have to stop when the lesson starts." Glancing at R'ael, the male chuckled lightly, shaking his head. "There's nothing wrong from the rain, but true, I wouldn't stay outside in it for very long...not unless Natroth demanded it of me, eh?"

"Taking it out on everyone else because you can't manage to wake up in the morning? THATS very adult of you, Little brother." R'ael jests back, with an equally sharp sound of his own. "Thats exactly what I'd want people to remember of me when THEY had to do the laundry next..." He chuckles at some mental image of G'dor with his clothes shrunken horribly as he attempts to get his hair back under control.
That ones mine says he can play. Let me, too! Jaiereth fires off to R'ael, insistantly, which just makes R'ael grin even more.
"Alright alright...go play then...at least until the lesson starts." He agrees, earning a flash of glee from Jaiereth, who moves to persue the other young dragon for a game.
"Rain's all fine and good as long as you're doing something to keep your mind off a nice cold soaking, I agree. But it's probably easier to put up with as long as -someone- is enjoying it." he nods toward the young dragons in emphasis.

There was no lightning, but the low rumble of distant thunder slowly rolled across the bowl, and resounded against the tall walls of the ancient structure. There was no wind safe for a careful whisper, so for the moment- the overcast skies and slightly abated temperature did not appear to be hampering the Weyrling activities for the day.

The first note of the Weyrlingmaster arrival was the great green dragon, which suddenly crested from behind the weyr bowl, circled slowly, before descending down below. She landed as gently as a dragon could about a length away from the Weyrlings, sweeping her wings outwards to catch the moisture laden air, and swung them laterally to expel it. From there, the wings folded, and the dragon walked a few paces closer to the Weyrlings, and settled herself down in a heap in the grass. Her head craned upwards and peered at the collected members, her blue eyes rainbowing a few times as she observed them.

Elsewhere, Farin was steadily making her way down a particularly frustrating flight of stairs. It wasn't that she had any athletic problems descending said stairs, but it was her third trip from the top of the weyr to be present at one of the weyr debriefings. It seemed that ever since the weyr had changed hands from L'cian, there were a lot more meetings with the words "De-" in front of them. And for the third time running down (having needed to go down and collect some records, after realizing that her firelizards were potential failures in the area of cooperation), it was getting at the most rather vexing. Perhaps this was karma for her.

The woman exited the back flight and cave a couple shoves to the large iron and wood door before it slowly swung open. She'd taken a good route at least, it put her only a couple hundred yards from where the Weyrlings were arriving. It was good to see they were not slacking- at least, most of them anyways. As she approached the group she became aware of the weather conditions, but more or less, disregarded them. Closing in, she began to pull a pair of gloves out of the side of her pocket, and began to talk once she was in ear shot.

"Good afternoon Weyrlings." She spoke, and tugged the end of the string on the glove. Haphazardly, she waved her hand. "Alright, start running." She simply put, stopped and turned towards the class, who had not seemed to move yet.

"First lesson- you need to be in better shape. Run around the bowl. From here on, all the lessons start like this." She sat herself down on the rock, and began to rummage her bag. The lap around the bowl was a little over a mile. "I'd like to see it in thirteen minutes or less. If you can't do that, then you'll do it again after class." She waited.

"Well- off with you!" She ushered, and Fleckin popped from between like a vulture for public torture.