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Well, Mine is certainly unworried, Uktenath noted, and in that much, he sounded pleased. His had as much faith in him as he himself did - that could mean nothing but good! And Reneneth's own seemed unconcerned as well, which he was also quite pleased with. The dragon began scanning the room, absorbing carefully the composure of dragon and rider alike, putting this information to use in prediction - he should keep an eye on Anidanth, likely, and Ianquith. If sheer swagger meant success, at least Naedreth wasn't going to need anyone to look after him - so long as he didn't get so full of himself that he tried any mid-air tactics, anyway. Ailurath, Asceth, both not concerns. And then there was Sikatcuath....

Uktenath remembered Sikatcuath mostly by vague impressions of her character now, rather than the events which had transpired on the Sands - but it was enough that, when she began inching closer to the males, his head swiveled around to follow her motions. She did not scare him, but she did worry him. The last thing that he wanted was for her to get too close to one of his unsuspecting classmates and lash out.

Were he younger, he would have answered these worries as he once had - a hiss, a warning, a firm threat of action if she should try his patience. But he was older now, and more experienced. He had spoken to many great dragons (or at least, great in his eyes), and learned from them some manner of wisdom. And His especially, giving him a look and sending him a gentle, calming vibe, changed his tactics.

Sikatcuath. The bronze rumbled dimly in his throat - not threat, but murmur. You and Yours are welcome to join me and Mine. It may mean that Uktenath wouldn't be spending time in close proximity with his more favored clutchmates - he sent brief greetings to Ianquith and Ailurath, newly arrived, the respectable Asceth as well - but that was all right. One of the many things he had learned recently was the value of making alliances with unusual people. And if the worst should pass and Sikatcuath be out of control, well... he was far better equipped to manage the problem than any of his clutchmates.

O'asis, meanwhile, was doing everything in his power to suppress his "smartass" instincts. It wasn't easy, though, when F'sey was leaving such openings! But that was just what the Weyrlingmaster was looking for. Testing for weakness, doubtlessly. O'asis's own father had used such tactics on new caravan recruits, singling out the ones that needed their heads smacked into submission. Most of O'asis's friends, along with the blond himself, had fallen into that category, until they'd wisened up and learned to keep their jokes to themselves....

Oh, but he had so many good replies he could give, it was just killing him!

Uktenath saved him, though. Show restraint, O'asismine. If you lose your focus, I may lose mine.

It was an empty threat, surely - O'asis had never once seen the bronze be distracted from his goals. But it was a sobering concern all the same. Instead of speaking, the bronzerider crossed his arms in front of him, planted his feet, and listened, looking nearly stern for the sudden seriousness with which he was approaching the lesson.

The blue rider shifted his weight a bit when the Weyrlingmaster began speaking, wrapping an arm around Atosith's neck loosely, patting his dragon absently as he listened. His dark honey eyes glanced between F'sey and O'asis, before refocusing himself on the lesson.

U'ru smiled a little crooked grin at the mention of exercising their dragons. Atosith would be quite content to swim every day given the chance to do so. In fact, they had swam most days. If they had time, they'd be in the water. Atosith stretched in the morning and beat his wings in particularly strong breezes. The rider quirked a brow, his smile fading to a neutral little frown, at the mention of showing off. Who in their right minds would want a novice flyer to show off? It was a recipe for disaster, that's what it was.

"Don't worry mine. I have no intention of showing off. I won't do anything unnecessary."

The rider smiled, casting a glance to his dark blue lifemate. He rubbed Atosith's brow ridge. "Good. I don't want you getting hurt. I'll be calm for you when it is your turn up there." The blue snorted into his hair, blowing it in all different directions. U'ru bit back a chuckle and took to smoothing his hair back into place as Iallith took to the air to demonstrate how to glide. "Pay attention now, Atosith. What how she moves and how she lands."

The pair watched closely. U'ru smiled and folded his arms across his chest when the green landed. "That doesn't look too bad. You can do it."

Atosith watched Ialluth keenly with fiery orange eyes, taking notes of how she carried herself on the wind and how she came in for a landing. The blue gave a look to his rider. "I don't know if I can. What if I mess up and fall? What if I'm not strong enough?" He could have continued but U'ru nudged him with an elbow and gave him a silent 'Shush'.

"You will do wonderfully. I have faith that you can. You're a blue, after all. You can do just about anything. Don't think about what could go wrong. If it'll make you feel more comfortable, think of it like swimming. It's not something to be feared. Think of it as something you'll enjoy." The blue's worries were quelled for the time being with his rider's soothing.

Then dragon and rider looked over towards Nandeli and Reneneth when F'sey picked them to go first.

While the room was still buzzing with excitement, he decided that he could get away with it. A discreet cough in J'riar's direction - "the-purpose-is-so-the-brownnosers-can-lodge-themselves-more-properly-up-his-a**" - never mind the fact that there weren't any brownnosers in this group, he just couldn't let the line go unsaid for so long! Then O'asis, too, cheered for the gold's successful glide, in what he no doubt thought of as the perfect alibi - "Way to show 'em how it's done, Reneneth!"

Though he probably should have been busy chastising his, Uktenath was too busy to bother. He had watched the Queen very carefully, observing how the gold coordinated her wings, trying to uncover the way that it was done so that, when his turn came, he could mimic her. She'd done well, of course - the bronze would expect no less from such an observant gold! - and he thought that he understood how she'd accomplished it well enough.

But of course, there was always Yansanth's words in the back of his mind now, remaining even as the memory of their visit was growing hazy in his dragon's memory. A good bronze should not be afraid to ask for help....

You did well, Reneneth, Uktenath murmured to her quietly, after a suitable interval had passed so that she could enjoy her congratulations. But I see that you had difficulty at first. Will you tell me why, so that I may try to avoid it?

"She flies rather well," Naedreth said to his rider before addressing the young queen herself; "Well flown, Reneneth!" It was encouraging to see the first of them succeed, perhaps all of them would! He didn't wish harm on anyone here, even Uktenath, though he did hope the other bronze embarrassed himself a little; that one needed to be taken down a little, he thought too much of himself and was far too stubborn. One day he would get himself, His, or someone else hurt by being so obtuse.

C'mor smiled as the gold alighted and turned to Nandeli with a broad smile. "Reneneth flew wonderfully." He didn't know the girl well enough to say anything beyond that, and besides, it was lesson time, not chatting time. They all needed to keep focused on the task at hand in order to match the standard that had been set.

"I wish we were next Mine, that looks so exciting, and I want to try it! Flying Mine, like I will when I am grown... well, actually not at all like I will when I am grown, but still!" His wings itched. For so long now he had trained the muscles as best he could on the ground with flapping and with swimming, and he wanted to try!

It would have been quite nice to go next, but it was probably best that the jumpy green went before she could get any more nervous than she already was. Annidanth was another who might benefit from an early turn from what he knew, she seemed shy of everyone and everything but her rider... but no matter when she was told to fly she would need encouragement from Merya.

He still hoped they got their turn soon but even if they were left until last it wasn't the end of the world. They could wait for as long as was needed, at least he could, and could persuade Naedreth to do the same. No matter when they went, some time this sun Naedreth would soar, and his mother, his blood parents, and his friend Kella along with Gilden would be watching. It was worth waiting for good things, they could be patient.

Nandeli was quite pleased by the cheers as she and Reneneth made their way back to the group. For a moment there it had looked like the gold was about to be the first of their class to do a nose dive but she had preserved. She had expected nothing less from the young queen. Ren was just naturally good at these things. She had potential, and the Nose was never wrong about things that had potential. Oh sometimes people denied that they had any potential at all, but they had yet to understand the way that Nan worked her magic. By association with her, she could make them have potential. All they had to do was accept it.

I am glad you had faith in me, Mine. The gold was very pleased herself, as was evident by the slight proud arch in her neck when she settled back down in her previous place. She had not expected to do that well, and if it had not been for her rider's firm belief in her abilities she was certain she would have barely got off the ground. It made her very happy indeed to know that Nandeli thought she had potential. She was still enjoying her small bubble of happiness when Uktenath spoke to her. Tilting her head to the side, she considered his question for a moment.

It is harder to get off the ground than I expected. My wings are big but my body is also very heavy. If you jump up you have to flap hard to make sure you stay up, otherwise you will come right back down. You will do well, though. Yours believes in you. If belief was all dragons needed to fly than the whole weyrling class would be up in the air by now, but Reneneth had faith in the little bronze. He would fly well. Naedreth received a 'thank you' for his praise, as did Ianquith. She would not have troubled the shy little green further, however she felt that a little added praise was needed when Ialluth's decided that she would go next.

You will fly well too, Ianquith. Your heart is big and your wings are strong.

N'tos stared in admiration after the gold-rider had finished her task with the queen -- quite wonderfully, he might add! Meanwhile, Asceth had been observing her flight, trying to conceptualize the basics of flight. He thought he understood it, watching her as she landed. Both rider and dragon shared the opinion that Ialluth had made a wonderful first choice in setting an example to the group. Silently, he flashed a smile while waiting for Nandeli and hers to come back and for F'sey's next orders.

When she did come back, and the next order was issued, N'tos raised an eyebrow. Scanning the group, his gaze rested on little Ianquith, knowing that she would do well. Under J'riar, and his unfailing patience, the green had nothing to fear. And it turned out well, N'tos surmised as he watched the green circle in the air smoothly just as Reneneth had.

Good job. Asceth said quietly to Ianquith when she landed on the ground, giving her a quiet nod. "Lets hope we can do half as well, huh?" N'tos laughed at the praise J'riar was giving, giving them both a wave to signify his congratulations!

Of course. His tailed flickered reassuringly, exhaling even breaths. There was nothing to worry about after all. That's Asceth for you.., N'tos thought affectionately. He lifted his attention from Asceth back to F'sey to see who would be chosen next to fly.