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 Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2005 11:43 pm
In the Dining Hall, with Orana and her flits: Ice_Dragon_Demon ((Rime! this is for you)) Orana had wandered away from the hatching festivities, they seemed to be drawing to a close. Bout time too She thought silently to herself. She looked around the kitchen and grabbed herself a mug of hot Klah. She smiled to herself as she drank. The hatching and the hatching festivities had warn her out, She failed to impress then the meeting with the insufferable bronze rider M'xan. How he had insulted her! Right there, and so bluntly... How she had wished to punch him square in the face! She couldn't stand him! Malathan sensed her tensing and came in flying quickly crooning for her to calm down. Malathan weaved herself around Orana's neck and nipped playfully. Followed close behind was Ithean who went nowhere without the queen. He was quite protective of her now. Ithean too felt Orana's distress and chirped. "Thank you my sweets" she smiled to herself. Scratching Ithean's eye ridge and smiling kindly to her queen. She placed her mug of Klah down and ran her hand down Malathan's oiled leathery hide. Smooth and uncracked it was. She was pleased with the work she had done in taking care of her two firelizards. Orana smiled once more and picked up her mug of hot Klah and began drinking it. To her suprise she realized Remia and her hatchling were in the kitchen as well. "Remia!" Orana called. Orana's sudden call startled the flits and they both jumped into the air and circled a few times before settling back down behind Orana "Sorry loves." she said to them she turned back to Remia and smiled, she was happy her friend impressed and yet still jealous she wouldn't let her jealously get the better of her friendship. rimedragona (( sorry, missed this until I reread from my last post. I hope it's still okay to respond. O.o; )) Remia started, for despite her watchful gaze, she had slipped into her thoughts and missed Orana's entrance. She recognized the voice, however, and turned to the other girl with a smile. "Orana! Good to see you. And your two little lovlies as well. Are you on your way somewhere, or would you care to sit a while? I was up with Trith, and I realized as she went to sleep that I hadn't had much company other than her... at least outside of class." She realized it sounded like she resented this, and made quick to backtrack. "Not that I don't love her, she is my heart and soul, but I can have friends right? Somehow, everyone else manages to make time to make small talk, and I run ragged... oh, look at me. Talking your ear off, and I don't even know if you're going somewhere." She looked embarrassedly down at her mug of klah. Ice_Dragon_Demon "Good to see you as well." she smiled then nodded "Yes let's sit down" she said moving to one of the chairs she put her mug of Klah on the table and waited for Remia "Course you can have friends still," She smiled joking "though may I ask something?" she said taking a sip of her Klah. She wasnt sure if she sould ask or not. She sighed. Malathan chirped pleased to see the girl again. She was still currled around Orana's neck, content with herself. Malathan nipped at orana's fingers when they came near in need of attention. "Alright sweet." she smiled stroking her small Queen flit's leathery hide. SHe was checking over her oiling to make sure the creature's skin wasn't dry. Malathan cooned quite pleased. Ithean landed on the back of Orana's chair and stood gaurd over his Queen. rimedragona Remia smiled, glad that Orana had chose to stay. At the request, she tilted her head curiously. Why wouldn't she be allowed to ask something? "Of course you can ask. I don't know if I'll have an answer, but I'll try my best," Remia replied, and took another sip of klah. She watched the two little flits with Orana with a smiling gaze. They really were cute. She sighed lightly, unconsciously, a smile coming unbidden to her face. Trith had come to mind, how when she wanted attention, she leaned on Remia's leg until she had to do something about it. "and after you ask yours... I'd like to ask one of my own, if that's alright." She wanted to ask if Orana's flits sang at all. It wasn't an important question, just a curiosity, but she loved to listen to flits sing, in their uncanny flute-like voices. Ice_Dragon_Demon "Whats it like to be in love with a dragon?" she said looking upward still stroking her queen flit. Orana had wondered that question ever since during he hatching she was rejected by the dragonets in the hatchin. She had her heart broken and was left standing there alone. Ithean placed his small face on ORana's cheek comforting the girl. Ithean cooned. "Thanks Ithean" she said to the firelizard scatching his eye ridge. Malathan chirped anoyed when Orana lifted her hand away from the flit Queen. Orana sighed with a chuckle "Always wanting attention you are Mal" she told the flit alone. rimedragona Remia blinked at the question, then frowned a bit as she tried to think of an answer. "Well... it's.. hmm...." she stumbled, and then closed her eyes to think better and crossing her hands on the table in front of her, one finger tapping lightly. "It's just... incredible! ...Like... when you're a little child, and you just know that your loved ones will be there. It's that kind of unconditional love. I know, even if I mess up, she'll never, ever leave me. She suits me." Remia frowned lightly, knowing she wasn't coming really all that close. But how did someone explain the sun to someone who's only seen firelight? She looked over at Orana, and leaned forward. "Orana, you'll impress someday, I just know it. You've got plenty of tries left. It was just that your dragon wasn't in this hatching. There's only one other half to your soul, after all," she said, and hoped that it was somewhat ecouraging. Ice_Dragon_Demon Orana leaned back against her chair and listened as Remia spoke, how she wished to have impressed a dragon. To truly know the feeling Remia spoke of... Orana took a sip of her Klah that was now half gone; she placed it back onto the table continuing to listen. Ithean jerked back when Orana leaned on her chair and took to the rafters. He settled up there at watched quietly. Orana smiled "I wish I knew the feeling you speak of, even when I was a child I had none that cared like that... My real parents died and my foster father died as well... How wonderful must it feel." She smiled slightly and ran her delicate fingers though her wavy dark brown hair. "I still hope I impress one day, I only have a few years left to be a candidate." she said with a hint of longing in her voice. "4 years" she muttered under her breath. "I hope you are right..." she told Remia Malathan stretched out her long neck and nipped at Orana's fingers when she stopped stroking her. She still wanted more attention and she would have it. Mal whipped her small tail. Orana chuckled again and started stroking Malathan again "Better sweet?" she asked. Orana turned her head up to Remia again "What did you want to ask as well?" she questioned. rimedragona Remia grew dismayed at Orana's explanation. She hadn't know the other girl didn't have family. That must be awful, she thought, thinking of her own familiy, of her older brother that she adored so much. "That's more than enough time, Orana. Hmm... did you want to help me with Trith? She'll dote on the extra attention, and if you can learn more about them, maybe it will help next time?" She was tapping her fingers on her cheek, thinking out loud. "Obviously, not the lessons, I don't think the Weyrlingmaster would like that, but just to spend time around a dragon?" She paused, smiling at the golden flit, and said, "Well, my question was about your flits, actually... I wondered if they could sing at all? There was a visitor to the Crafthall once who had a flit that did, but I didn't get to listen very long. I was on my way to classes..." She rolled her eyes in the universal gesture of distaste of classes, and then looked down into her mug. It was just about empty... but there was more on the hearth if their cups emptied. Ice_Dragon_Demon Orana nodded smiled when Remia asked for her help in taking care of Trith "I'd love to!" she replied. She had not tended to a dragon before, only her work ever got close to the dragons. She made the flamethrowers for the queens. "Yeah it might help, I havet really gotten close to a dragon besides my Flits" Orana winked "I wont tell if you don't" she smiled Orana listened to Remia's question "Yeah" she smiled "They sing, and they sound beautiful, I learned that when I went to the Crafthall to listen to the Harpers. Malathan and Ithean joined in." Orana smiled and looked to the rafter "The harpers seemed to have enjoyed having the two sing with them." Ithean looked down at Orana when Orana looked upward. He cocked his head to the side wondering what she wanted. Malathan continued cooning Orana still stroking her. rimedragona Remia giggled, winking back. "Alright!" It would be a huge help, especially with bathing the enthusiastic little green. Trith liked to go swimming, and Remia couldn't bring herself to wade in deeper than mid-thigh. She could see the water getting darker, and though she knew it was irrational, she shuddered when she considered going in deeper. "Really? ... Do you think they'd sing for me?" Remia asked, a bit hesitantly, looking hopefully towards Malathan. Ice_Dragon_Demon "Lets go then" Orana said drinking the last bit of Klah. She grinned She would atleast see how hard it was to Oil and bath a huge dragon, though it was probally similar to washing Malathan and Ithean. Orana though to herself she smiled standing up. Malathan chirped in suprise as orana stood up and currled herself comfortably around Orana's neck tail swaying contently. Ithean realized Orana had stood and prepared himself to fly beside them. Orana looked at Malathan then to Ithean "I think so..." she said "They just love to sing." she smiled hopeful they would sing to her friend. "I wonder if Dragons sing too. Does your Green?" orana asked intrested. rimedragona Remia blinked as Orana stood up, preparing to go somewhere. She looked out the window. Yes, it was still nighttime... "Right now? But... Trith is sleeping, and so should we be. And..." she trailed off, not wanting to admit that the water was even scarier at nighttime. "Maybe tomorrow morning, after breakfast and before classes?" She asked hopefully, hoping Orana wouldn't be upset. If the girl insisted, she'd see if Trith was willing, but it was unlikely that the little green would want to leave her warm hollow. Ice_Dragon_Demon Orana nodded "We best let the Dragon sleep then." she replied cheerfully "Alright tomorrow then," she said and looked out the window as well "Well get some sleep I have a feeling something improtant is going to happen tomorrow." she said and turned to leave "Come on sweet Ithean" she called to her firelizard that was in the rafters "See you after breakfast" she turned around to face Remia and smiled, she turned back around and left. The queen flit on her neck and the Bronze flying behind.
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2005 10:09 am
Sample Weyrling Schedule 6th hour: Wake up, care for and oil dragon 7th hour: Shower, breakfast 8th to 12th: Weyrling Training (with some breaks, this includes morning exercise) 12th to 13th: Lunch 13th to 16th: Weyrling Training (with some breaks) 16th to 18th: Chores 18th to 20th: Dinner 20th to 22nd: Study, relax, evening reviews offered by Weyrlingmaster Assistants 22nd: Lights out In the room, after saying goodnight to Orana: rimedragona By the light coming in from the moon, she checked on Trith, who was sleeping like a rock curled up around herself. Satisfied that her dragon was alright, Remia slid into bed and was asleep almost before her head hit the pillow. *** The next morning, she was awakened by a voice in her head saying, Wake up, mine, it's morning!"Wha--? Mmmnn.... Alright, I'm getting up..." Remia mumbled into her pillow, but after a second, shoved herself into a sitting position and stretched. A quick change of clothes, and a brush of her hair later, she was content to head outside. She would get a bath one way or another, either while bathing Trith, or after breakfast. For now, she would go down and find Orana.
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2005 10:11 am
In the halls, meeting Orana: rimedragona On the way down the halls to the bowl entrance, Remia explaining to Trith that Orana would be helping now, as well, as they walked. Am I too much trouble? Trith asked, craning her head around on her neck, eyes whirling at a slightly faster speed. Oh, no, no, never, my love! Orana is just depressed that she wasn't chosen at the Impression, and I thought to cheer her up. And if she knows what she's about, she will have a better chance at the next hatching. At least that's my thought. Remia stopped and placed her hand on the dragonets head, scratching an eye ridge gently. Trith leaned into the touch, then replied, The dragon always knows, and she wasn't right for any of the others. You are right for me.Of course I am, and you are right for me, my dear green. But human emotions are complicated, and she feels left out. If she starts to doubt, then how will her chances go?I guess you are right. Can we go bathe now? I have an itch on my spine, and the brush feels good on itches.Remia laughed, "Alright! We'll walk slowly, though, so that Orana can find us, okay?" Ice_Dragon_Demon Orana came running down the corridor halls early in the morning. She had finished oiling her two flits. "Hey Remia Trith." She said huffing Malathan had been being her usual picky self when it came to being oiled "Sorry I am a bit late. Mal was being picky as usual" She smiled at them both. Ithean and Malathan flew after quickly and chirped. "How are you both this morning?" she asked Remia and Trith hoping Remia would send the message over to her dragon. rimedragona Remia smiled, waving at her friend. "No worries, Orana, we weren't waiting but a minute. Trith reached her nose up towards the flits and her eyes whirled green. Remia smiled, and said, "Alright! First we wash, then we oil, and then we eat!" she nodded to punctuate the sentence, gesturing to out to the lake for bathing the dragonet. Trith mumbled happily at this proclamation, and followed eagerly, craning her neck to look at them both if they seemed to be slowing. Ice_Dragon_Demon Orana nodded To the weyr bowl then?" Orana said smiling she stetched her arms and began to walk beside her friend. Ithean staired back at Trith and circled above the little green dragon and then landed on Orana's shoulder. Malathan peered at the green curiously and chirped. Out in the weyrbowl, with Orana: rimedragona Trith made a small warbling sound in response, seemingly pleased, and then moved to follow Remia when she started towards the bowl. It wasn't long before they were in the great open area of the caldera, just in time to see someone arriving dragonback. Remia looked over at Orana as they walked. "Can you tell who it is? Are they from the Weyr? I can't make anything out from this distance." She wondered who would be arriving so early, but she needed to get her dragonet bathed and oiled before breakfast, or she'd be late to classes. Ice_Dragon_Demon Orana follwed and shook her head "I cant tell I have not seen her round before." Orana thought about this. "Perhaps she is a new trasfer." she muttered aloud, Orana smiled "What fist?" she asked Remia rimedragona Remia nodded at the green, who was now eagerly moving towards the pond, reaching the shallows before the two teens and sending up a spray of mist through the air. It is nice and cool, mine. It feels good on the skin. Trith noted, and turned around, dripping, to face Remia and Orana. Remia giggled. "I hope you like cold water, Orana, Trith says it's nice and cool. The soap and brushes are over here, though," she said, and pointed in the direction of the tools. Soon, they were ready to scrub the little green, but she was in a playful mood. "Hold still, love, so we can get a good scrub--aah--!!" the words were interrupted by a startled exclamation and then a SPLOOSH as Remia fell over backwards into the knee deep water. Trith had butted her with just enough force to rock the girl and she hadn't been steady in her footing. "Oooh, that's cold!" Remia exclaimed as she sheepishly got back up, smiling awkwardly at Orana, hoping she wouldn't poke too much fun. A little was okay, though. Now you are washed, too, right, mine? The green dragonet asked, casting an angelic look Remia's way. Remia could do naught but shake her head and laugh. Ice_Dragon_Demon Orana nodded and smiled "Doesn't matter" She laughed when Trith spayed water and mist everywhere. Orana turned her head and went to take a soap brush. Orana wondered if it was similar to bathing her flits except the size difference. Malathan landed on a rock nearby catching the water sprayed by the young dragonet. She stretched her wings wide and bathed in the water as it came her way. It cooled her leathery skin and made shine her golden colour. Orana could not help but laugh at the little queen flit before her. "You are a strange one Mal," she smiled and entered the water after Remia a scrub brush in hand. "Remia! You ok?" Orana exclaimed as the girl beside her fell. Orana reached out the hand with the scrub brush and began to wash the dragonet laughing with Remia. She held good footing and hoped she was not bothering the Dragonet. She had some experience washing her two flits though Trith was much larger. rimedragona Remia blushed lightly. "Yes, I'm fine, it's just my ego that's bruised. Maybe my behind as well, but mostly my ego." She poured the sweetsand generously on the wet dragon hide and applied her own brush to the task. Trith, meanwhile, was in pure bliss, sighing and whistling quietly through her muzzle. She leaned first one way, then the other, unable to decide which side to show appreciation for. Ooh, right there! She scrubs well, right under my wing... Trith told Remia, and Remia passed on the message with a grin. "She says that where you're scrubbing feels good." Remia nodded, and held out the sweetsand bag, in case Orana wanted more. "Oh, did I tell you?! Someone gifted me with a firelizard egg from that last clutch that was found! I've been taking good care of it, at the hearth in the weryling barracks... I can't wait until it hatches!" Remia said excitedly, unbeleiving of her good luck. Will it be as interesting as those little ones? Trith asked, and tilted her head to look at the little queen as she showed off. Remia laughed. "I'm sure it will be... I don't know what color it is, but no matter what, it will be an interesting little friend." Ice_Dragon_Demon Orana smiled and nodded "That's good to hear you aren't really hurt." she grinned "Though I wont tell so your ego may stay in tact." She continued scrubbing Remia's green she took some of the sweetsand Remia offered and carefully poured in on Triths wing. "I am glad and honored to hear she likes it," she smiled she scrubbed thoroughly around the membrane of the wing and the elbow joint. She stepped back when Trith shifted then continued brushing Orana began to move away from the wing once it was completely finished. She looked up to Remia as she was talking "Really?" she smiled "Thats great! I got another egg as well it should hatch soon, I have heard that they all are. I can't wait to see what colour comes out of yours!" she said excitedly still focusing on her task of cleaning the large dragonet. Malathan watched, she laid on the rock and closed her small delicate wings, her golden hide shining. Ithean looped around above and landed on a near by rock. He flicked the water with his tail onto himself making his bronze hide stand out all the more. rimedragona Trith was behaving especially well today, not splashing overmuch like usual. Though she did indulge when her wings were done being scrubbed. She sunk down under the water suddenly to rinse off, then stood up suddenly, sending water spraying everywhere! Her blue eyes whirled quickly, and her toothy mouth gaped open in a draconic smile. "Ah!" Remia exclaimed, holding an arm up to sheild her face from the droplets, and laughed. "That's cold! Silly green!" She teased, and shook her finger mock sternly. Now you are clean as well, and we can go over by the cleaning oil now. the green said, with as much humor in her mental voice as she swished her tail back and forth, sending wavelets out to each side. "Are you sure you're done? Alright, then, let's go!" Remia waded back to shore, followed by a wet dragonet that flapped her wings to dry them off when she got to shore, sending more water everywhere. Remia just sighed, it wasn't like she could get any wetter. "I'm going to have to change..." she said, holding the hem of her shirt away from her body. She was glad she hadn't worn white today... it would have been a bit embarrassing. Ice_Dragon_Demon Orana watched as the green submerged herself, she covered her face when Trith surfaced, raining water everywere. She looked up when the dropletts had stopped and began to walk to the cleaning oil. Orana smiled A little uncertain about how she should oil the large dragonet and looked to Remia to start. She was a little embarassed about that. rimedragona Remia noticed the hesitation, but didn't say anything, just nodded, and poured out a small amount of oil on her hands. "You can either use your hands, or eventually, I'm probably going to have to use something else... it would take all day to oil someone like that green over there with only my hands!" and Remia tilted her head in the direction of the passing group, smiling at them a little. Trith made a grumbling noise. My shoulders itch, mine! she broadly 'hinted'. "Okay, okay! Just oil up your hands, and... hmm... have you ever given a massage? just work it in like that, and make sure to get every spot. Well, you have flits, right? So like that, only with a larger surface!" Remia raised a hand and pointed at the bronze with a nod. Then she bent to her task, and smoothed her hands between the bunches of wing muscles, rubbing the oil deep into the itchy hide. Trith let out a deep sigh, sounding like it came from her toes, and stretched out on the ground so she could relax in the morning sun while they oiled her. Ice_Dragon_Demon Orana smiled and nodded as she took some oil. Just like how she oiled her two flits only larger. She reminded herself "I remember," Orana nodded then smiled as she started oiling Trith's wing. "Just Like my little firelizards" she agreed Orana was careful to mind the dragon and where she placed her feet, the last thing she wanted was to make the Dragonet angry. Orana rubbed the oil deep into the green's skin, on the wing. She woked throughly and fast. There was a lot of dragon to cover, Orana took some more oil on her hands and rubbed into the skin, some more. Malathan perched on top of a rock nearby She had flown from her previous perch. Mal chriped and layed down, her golden wings taking in the sunlight. Ithean had landed on Orana's shoulder and was enjoying watching Orana oil Trith. Orana occasonaly rubbed Ithean with her hand that still had oil on it. rimedragona Remia moved from the other wing and shoulder down to the little green's torso and flank, smiling softly. She hummed a little, one of the songs that had been played during the Impression celebration. She was no harper, so it was mediocre at best, but it wasn't harsh to listen to. She took in the glistening hide of her dragon, the way it glistened where the oil had just been applied. Trith was positively blissful. She was being doted on by two people, and she was sitting in the morning sun being warmed by its rays. The only thing that would have made it better was filling the empty rumbly place that was her stomach. Ice_Dragon_Demon "Isn't it a gorgeous day?" Orana bluntly stated trying to converse, she would have liked to include the dragon if she could speak to her. Orana smiled and continued rubbing oil into Trith. She was glad Remia let her help take care of Trith. This was giving her some valuble experience, and was an honor to even do so. "Hows that?" she asked the dragon aloud looking to Remia to tell her Trith's reply. Orana continued to move off the wing and onto the creatures neck rubbing Oil deeply to make sure no flakes would bother her. rimedragona "It is lovely out. I think it's going to be a hot one today. Are you planning anything?" Remia asked idly. She knew her days would be filled with classes and chores, and then her Weaver projects later on. She hoped that next month's duty roster she could get included in her craft. She'd only missed out on it this month because she'd been late the first day of classes. Trith, meanwhile, was pressing her neck into the oiled hands of Orana, letting her know without words that that felt just fine. That feels good, but it's itchy just behind my jaw, Mine, and also on my tail.Remia relayed this to Orana as she moved down to the tail, taking care to get in between the spinal ridges and everywhere else. They were almost done now. TO BE CONTINUED...
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2005 9:51 pm
First weyrling lesson: Quote: Remia was on the verge of tears, quickly walking towards the rest of the weyrlings and dreading the reprimands she was sure to receive from the Weyrlingmaster. Trith trotted beside her, eyes whirling slightly orange from Remia's distress. What is wrong, Mine? Are you hurt?"No, no, love, I'm fine, you're fine... I'm just late, that's all. Dreadfully late... I hope she won't be mad..." Remia hastened to reassure her dragonet, and the orange tinge died away, except for the bit brought on by hunger. There's food here, I can smell it. Trith raised her nose into the air, smelling the wind for traces of fresh meat and blood. Remia approached the Weyrlingmaster just as the other latecomer received his punishment of the last chore choice, and she felt compelled to speak up, albeit rather quietly. "I... I... think... I deserve that instead, Werylingmaster." She hung her head, while Trith's gaze followed the other young man and his dragonet to the area where the others were butchering the beasts. "I'm sorry I'm late, I--" She started to explain why, but bit her words off as she decided it probably didn't matter much why, just that she was. She glanced up to see the greenrider's reaction. "It won't happen again, I promise." They are all over there, Mine, and they are eating! I want to eat, too, before there is nothing left! Trith said, and bumped her chosen in the hip with her head, trying to get her to get moving towards the food. Remia stumbled slightly, and turned to look down at the young green. "We will go when we are done here, please be patient, Trith." The dragonet heaved a gusty sigh, and settled for staring intently in that direction for the time being. Thalion G'dor turned slowly towards the other wyerling who had been late, giving a bit of a sigh in releaf that he'd not been the only one to have slept in... that at least was a comfort though he was sure the young girl might be offended at his relief in the matter. For the moment he offered her only a re-assuring smile as he waited for instruction from the older rider... he still didn't know whom she had directed him to. Werewolf Farin crinkled her nose, and waved the girl's whimpering off. She did not care much for this truancy, but she wasn't about to be sympathetic about it. The woman simply shook her head, her stony features contorting slightly an obviously displeased expression. "I'll decide who gets what reprimand, girl." She spoke, her voice steady. "But if you are so keen on taking his- then fine. You will get last pick at chores, and he may get second to last pick." She turned her head with a fluster of pale hair, and pointed over to a much younger boy kneeling in front of the carcass. "X'lias." She corrected. "Is brown Gurath's rider. He is the only figure by that beast. Please have him fill you in on the lesson, cut some meat for your dragon, and be done with it." She said curtly. "But I do not expect this to happen again." The woman said to the pair, and stepped aside. "Once your dragons have been fed, you may collect some bottles of oil here-" She spoke to the class, and as she did, pulled a small brown sack over which tinkled of old glass bottles. "We'll catch them up on the oiling, and I'll address some skin issues you may find them having. Feel free to sit down." She leaned backwards herself, and plopped down on the side of the rock. Mentally, she addressed Moth. 'Well. This is going well.' She thought bitterly. I think you do fine. Moth rumbled. Shall I move over there? Farin nodded her head out of compulsion. 'Yes, here would be good. I'll need you in just a few minutes.' Of course. The green beamed, not attempted to contain her pride in playing a role in Weyrling's instructions. Tell that to Waroth, she snorted privately. And with that the green dragon rose. She pumped her wings once and was aloft, and glided carefully overhead, before gently landing down on the other side of the Weyrlings. This time she situated herself closer to Farin, leaning her large and towering neck above her rider's head, carefully observing the others. Werewolf Farin shifted, watching as the bulk of the Weyrling class settled down to rub oil into their dragonets. Although looking slightly drowsy, the dragonets seemed to be making a good show of trying to keep awake for the pleasurable oiling. Farin decided now was as good of time as ever to go over dragon anatomy, and some things about the skin flaking.
Without a word spent between either of them, Moth suddenly extended her large wing over Farin, and touching down quite some ways away on the other side of the rocks. Even a green was huge in comparison to a human, and Farin needed to take one stop forward to get herself out of the great wing's shadow. At once, she pointed carefully to the dragon equivalent of the elbow. It was partially masked by a thin layer of skin which bound the wing in a permanent arch- which she figured she might as well address as well while she was at it.
"Oiling your dragon is something you will need to get used to, as you will be doing it for the rest of your life. Although the task of oiling a large dragon can be daunting, as your dragon grows you will steadily train yourself to get used to a larger and larger body to work with. By the time your dragon is full grown- you will not overwhelmed." She motioned once more to Moth's wing, who sat placidly in the grass, her eyes carefully rainbowing a blue-green color in pleasure of being important.
"Proportionally, dragons are not that much different then humans. They have a head, two arms, and two legs. Areas that might get dry skin on your body will frequently get dry skin on the dragon's body. Elbows are bad areas that will need to be worked on, and since dragons spend a bulk of their time rubbing their bellies over hard stone, you'll also find some dry skin patches popping up there as well."
 "But the most important places to look out for are the ones which involve your dragons wings. We don't have wings- but wings are not all that different from arms. They have the same bone pattern, but except for fingers, they have long bones which hold the membrane of their wings together." Moth shifted her wing. "There is a small patch of skin up at the top of the dragon's equivalent of an elbow." She placed her hand on the skin. It was large in comparison to Farin- about the size of her arm, but in comparison to the dragon, it seemed an almost worthless patch of membrane. "This small thatch of skin seems unimportant, but it is all the reason a dragon is able to fly. Therefore, it is your job to make sure that this area is protected. If there are any cracks in the membrane, your dragon should not be allowed to fly until healed."
"This portion of the wing stops the dragon's wing from fully extending. You and I can move out arms totally straight out-" She motioned by moving her own arm totally straight. "Dragons however, cannot. The reason for this is that thermals and wind could easily force a dragon's wing open to overextend. This piece of skin disallows the joint from fully extending. A dragon who has an injured wing membrane may still be able to fly, but will frequently pop their joint- and in some cases, dislocate it, and the dragon may vanish between before a rider could calm it down into a glide."
"Even though the joint doesn't fully extend, the wings top receives the brunt force of the wind, and will frequently become dry." Moth folded her wings back against her back. "Other areas you'll need to look out for is right at the center of the shoulders, where skin bunches up during wing flaps. When you are riders, you will also need to rub the neck, as saddle chafes where the ropes go are common." rimedragona Remia had nodded at the Weyrlingmaster, and with an eager Trith in tow, had followed G'dor and his dragonet over to the carcass. She'd carefully watched X'lias, and though the flesh was somewhat slippery, she didn't have too much trouble cutting off the vaguely palm sized peices of flesh for the green. She was very glad she wasn't squeamish, and also glad that the smaller dragonet meant she wouldn't keep the rest of the class waiting too long. Tirth, for her part, had simply said that the meat was good, and no one was waiting, really. Some were asleep. Remia had chuckled quietly at the last statement. The meat had disappeared down the green's throat, and soon she had been rather satiated, content to sit and watch Remia retrieve the oil, burping quietly as she did so. Deciding to take a chance, Remia had kept her place near G'dor. She'd decided that he'd been nice, and since she didn't really know anyone anyway, that this was a good place to start for remedying that. She had smiled at him again, hoping he wouldn't mind. Remia was now taking an oil bottle back to her green, who was settling down comfortably, though not napping like the bronze Remia had seen in the dining hall last night, Datie, his rider had called him? she wondered silently, not expeciting an answer. She got one anyway. Datiath, mine. Is that oil for me? Trith piped up, recalling Remia's attention from its momentary lapse. "Yes, yes, love, it is," Remia agreed, and then turned to listen to the instructions being given by Farin, while she smoothed oiled hands over the smooth hide before her. It was almost medatative, and she methodically made her way over Trith's hide, working especially on the areas that the Weyrlingmaster indicated. The little green was helpful, for the most part, stretching out a glistening leg or wing so Remia would have better access, and giving contented sighs when something felt particularly good. Right there, that feels very good. It is an itch. she said, and leaned into Remia's hands. The teen quickly went to work on the afflicted part. "There, that should take care of it. Anywhere else you itch?" Remia asked as she massaged in the oil, smilingly taking care of the places that Trith indicated. Remia took a deep breath, her nose filling with the scent of dragon musk and warmed oil. It was a unique scent, and definitely not unpleasant. She sent a contented gaze around the group as she did so, watching the others as they took care of their dragon's hides. Thalion G'dor didn't at all mind Remia's presence there. If anything he felt a bit more assured in the fact that he wasn't the only one who would be doing chores that night. Perhaps it would be something the two of them would look back on and laugh about.
"Hello." He whispered as she glanced over to him, slowly making hi way over towards Queth who had sat himself back up after licking the blood from his maw. Like the others he was feeling a bit tired but the chance for an oil-rub down was enough to keep him awake for a bit longer.
G'dor watched their instructor, listening to the lecture. He knew all too well about dry skin himself and where it was most irritating. Working in the shop all day among the heat and the leather itself left his hands rough, dry, and calloused. "Well... might not be as pleasent as you'd hope." He pulled the stopper out of the bottle as Queth watched him, turning his head to one side.
Why is that, mine?, The dragonet glanced from the bottle to his rider's face, making a faint rumbling sound, Does the oil not feel good?
"Not quite sure." G'dor padded a small ammount into the center of his hand then set the bottle down by his feet, careful to mind himself so he didn't tip it over. "It's just that...", he rubbed his hands together briskly to warm the oil as best he could, "My hands aren't the softest things in the world."
The logic didn't quite strike the dragonet, it hardly mattered to him. In fact, he quite liked the roughness in his rider's hands as the boy began workin the oil over his flank. It was rough indeed but pleasent as rubbing himself along sandy stone. A silent rumble of approval built up in the brown's throat and he began leaning more into his rider's hands. "Well if I didn't know any better I'd think you were one of my cats." G'dor chuckled, adding a bit of oil to his hands.
I like your hands, mine. Queth rumbled, looking up with what had to be the equivilant of a dragon's grin, Not soft is good. rimedragona Remia smiled and nodded at G'dor. "Hello," she responded, and then they were both occupied with oiling their dragons, both of whom seemed to be leaning into the massaging of their riders with every evidence of pleasure. Remia had turned her attention back to her task, but Trith, it seemed, was an eavesdropper. Are your hands rough, mine? the green asked, and Remia gave her a quizzical look. "No, only somewhat at the fingertips... why do you ask?" Because Queth says that his rider's hands feel good rough, and your hands feel good. But, your hands aren't rough. But, they find just the right places to rub. Trith seemed to be puzzling this out, her mindvoice sounding somewhat faint, like she was half-dozing. Remia smiled wide. "I think there are many different types of good, love," she said, as she finished up another part of the small green. This was going fairly quickly now, but she could see some growth in Trith already. Werewolf Farin nodded her head, watching as the Weyrlings went about rubbing their dragons and talking amongst themselves. Today was an easy lesson, and it was already starting to come to a close, save for the more nitty-gritty job of assigning out dorms and the chores for this month. There was still plenty of information left to cover, but with the dragonets still so young and just days out of their shells, perhaps this would be enough for today.
The woman rose on the stone, and Moth adjusted herself. She was feeling most pleased at the moment, and her eyes whirled slowly. The pleasant feelings even echoed off to the small white and gold flit Vera, who popped overhead and shyly observed the Weyrlings before landing carefully on the rock Fleckin was currently occupying.
"Alright Weyrlings. Today we have not tackled much, but these will be important things for you to use throughout the rest of your dragonrider life. But you're just learning now- I do not expect you to have mastered anything yet. There are plenty of people in the Weyr who will happily help you in selecting what types of game your dragon should eat, and how much oil your dragon has been cleaned with. So for today, this class is over."
"There's talk about Ariath rising soon, so the next official lesson shall convene when this has ended. Until then, I expect you all to now be competent enough to get your dragon fed every day. All of the beast handlers have been notified; and there will be herd beasts pre-slaughtered daily for you to go and pick up. The Weyrling hall is only two flights up the weyr, so it would be best for you to cut your dragon's food in the weyr bowl. Feel free to offer the remaining carcass to whomever wants it- but do not leave it there to rot."
"As for your dorms, you'll each have your own for the time being. Hopefully you will all be able to move into the private Weyrling Weyrs by the next clutch- but if not, there are bunks for more riders. Your dragons for the meantime will stay just down the hall in the communal weyr. My quarters are upstairs, and I expect to be notified if something is going on- and believe me." She said curtly. "You do not want me to find out about it later."
"It is expected that you keep yourself clean, and under the best behavior when around the weyr. These are people you will be living the rest of your life with, and you do not want to go about making bad impressions- particularly if you are expecting to have a nice position in a fighting wing. If you want to be respected- you'd best damn well act like it."
"But for now, we'll close with Chores. Those of you with a craft are expected to report daily after lessons and continue your studies, and aid any Journeymen. Those of you who held journeymen positions now under rank the journeymen and you will be expected to do as they say. Those of you who do not have crafts should see me for assignments elsewhere. Primarily, that will be the kitchen and library."
"In the morning, your chores will consist of cleaning your dorms, getting new hay for all the dragonets, and getting laundry done." She turned to the pair that had come in late. "Since you two are keen on having the last job- you shall be required to clean out the weyr before the new hay can be brought in."
"After chores, you shall meet me here for some running, and then we'll break for lunch, and more lessons." It already sounded exhausting. "Hopefully you all will be able to handle this."
With that, she sat down on the rock, and leaned backward. "For right now though- you are released for lunch. Make sure to get your dragonets back into the Weyrling dorms, and you may have a few hours to yourself before reporting to crafts. Anyone without a craft- see me."
In consideration of the holidays, this class shall now close until after Christmas. :3 Expect to start up soon afterwards though, caught up back to the timeline- and ready for some real weyrling drills.
Those Weyrlings who do not have a class may hang back to ask. :3 Otherwise- Happy Holidays lovelies! Thalion G'dor worked the oil until the bottle had run dry. He knew how to work oil over leather- it made for the finest of their wares and would often fetch the best price if done correctally. In oiling Queth, he used the same ammount of care, his strangely bright eyes sinking over every detail, every dried scale that needed his attention. By the end of it Queth was practially glowing- both from his hide and his swirling eyes. It had been obvious that the dragonet had very much enjoyed the rough but oddly gentle hands of his rider.
G'dor stepped back, wiping his hands off by beating them on the sides of his pants- something he'd probibly regret later come laundry time but for the moment he simply did not want to have oily hands. The day did indeed seem like it would be quite full... especially at the mention of chorse. Once again he and the other wyerling were pointed out and reminded of what they'd be doing come chore time. His eyes quickly fell to the ground and a short nod was given.
A craft? Well he had one- but not within the wyer. There'd be no traveling between the wyer and the port for quite a time so he fit in with the 'craftless' group though he'd be sure to explain his situation as carefully as possible. He remained where he was, watching the others retreat to lunch. Queth had settled himself down in the grass as many of the other dragonets had done, content in a full belly, a well oiled body, and the pleasent rays of the sun. All in his world couldn't be better.
With a bit of a grin, G'dor decided he'd better get something to eat as well. From personal experience a full day on an empty stomach was no good and would leave even the strongest of men gazing into space and loosing their wit. rimedragona Remia gave a final dab of oil on Trith's hide, which the dragonet punctuated with a huge yawn that was complete with a high-pitched squeak. The girl quirked her lips slightly, but turned to listen to the Weyrlingmaster. Those with a craft... well, I suppose that doesn't include me, not for this month at least. I'll just have to take care of those duties some other time. She nodded meekly at the Weyrlingmaster and accepted her duty. And it didn't sound all that bad, really, just tiring. As the others turned to leave, she looked down at her tired little green. "Come on, dear, stay awake for just a little longer. We must get you to the weyr!" But it's warm here, and I am full. Everyone else is here... came the sleepy thoughts from the dragonet. Remia just shook her head. "But they won't be here much longer, sweeting. You'll all be in the dorms together, too," she urged, and Trith raised her head and sighed before stretching and standing up. Remia looked over at G'dor, seeing that he was still there. "Uhm... Did you want to take care of the hay after lunch? Or... were you thinking before, maybe?" she asked. She would prefer to get a meal in herself first, or she'd be next to useless for tossing heavy hay about. TO BE CONTINUED...
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 12:32 am
Thoughts on Ariath's second flight: Remia I don't believe I've ever been quite so self-conscious in my life... and I wasn't even involved! I'm certainly glad I was holed up in the Weyrling barracks. I don't think I'm quite ready for anything like that just yet. Trith They flew very fast and strong! It was wonderful, and I will fly like that someday too! Everyone seemed upset afterwards, though, and I'm not sure quite why...
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2006 10:29 pm
Turnover Gather! rimedragona Remia enjoyed festivals, but she'd been here all day, dancing and feasting, and was now sitting at an out of the way table, slowly drinking a mug of wine and taking in the people passing. There was a fresh plate of meatrolls before her that she had retrieved on her way here, and she was idly breaking off bits for the little blue jewel that was halfway down her shoulder begging for more. "Oh, Oki, don't be so greedy, I'll feed you..." Are those really that good? Could I try one, Mine? Trith asked, from where she was lounging next to the table. She arched her neck around, and pushed herself into a sitting position with her forelegs. "He's not too long out his shell, dearest. And of course you can try one, Trith. One meatroll, coming up," Remia replied, and popped one of the larger specimens into the waiting mouth of her green. The little green considered, then said, It is good, but I don't think it deserves that much attention, she said, referring to the little blue flit, who was now making the most pathetic noises in an effort to get more. Remia quickly silenced him with another small bit of the roll, and grinned at Trith. "Well, you have a more discriminating taste than his, dear." Okaiuli had settled down to chew his mouthful, and with it came the feeling of contentment and relief. He was almost full now, nearing the middle of the second meatroll. Remia popped a bite into her own mouth, making an appreciative noise at the spices involved. "Not bad." she remarked, and washed it down with a drink from her mug. Now all she needed was some bubblies... she looked around, wondering where the nearest vendor was. rimedragona "Okay, you two, come on, we're going bubbly hunting." She grinned at her dragon, and rolled her eyes at the blue flit who was eyeing the empty platter that once held meat rolls with regret. "Oki, you go up above, okay, and search out the vendor that sells these," and here she sent him an image of a bubbly pie, "for me. Can you do that, Oki?" The flit had sat up, eyes whirling, and gave an inquisitive chirp. Then he spread his wings, and was soon up in the air, diving this way and that, looking for the thing Remia had shown him. "Let's go, Trith! After him!" she laughed, and then they were both padding after the blue. What does this thing taste like? Trith asked, for some reason very interested in the food her human partner ate. Remia saw a group of people she knew as they walked, and waved to them while considering her answer. "Well, bubblies are sweet, not spiced like a meatroll, and are sticky, and... I can give you bite, if you like... but I think you'll like it less than the meatroll, sweet." If it is not as good as the meatroll, then I don't think I'll try it, mine. the green answered with a shrug of her wings. Then they were at the bubbly vendor, and he was shooing Okaiuli away from his perch on the edge of the table. Remia hurried over and held out her hand to the blue, who obligingly hopped over and up to her shoulder, eyes whirling green, pleased that he had done what he was asked to do. "Sorry, sir, I was asking him to help me find your stall. I'd like one bubbly, please!" She would have asked for more, and taken them to the group she'd seen, but she hadn't had much to spend to start with, and now her marks were even less. In an out of the way corner, she enjoyed her treat, and even gave the begging Oki a berry from the filling, which he seemed to enjoy. Trith gave in, and asked for a bit as well, and after trying a smidge, pronounced it "sticky, but okay."
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 11:43 pm
In the Weyrling Barracks, in the evening: rimedragona It was the end of a long day. Remia dragged herself into the female barracks and over to her bunk, being careful not to disturb anyone else's activities. She'd spent the day first taking care of her dragon, then in classes and chores, and more classes... then dinner, and finally, finally, some free time. Well. Sort of free time. Now she had to work on her projects for the Weaver Hall. She wasn't allowed to slack on that, not even now that she'd Impressed. If only I could have finished my apprenticeship first... she thought, but quickly squelched it. If she'd finished her apprenticeship first, she wouldn't have met Trith, and Remia would give that up for nothing. She reached out mentally for the little green, having found a little success in that area over the last couple of weeks. The dragonet was asleep, comfortable and happy. Remia smiled, and sat down on her bed, removing her shoes and shoving them under the bed to keep them out of the way. She leaned over onto her stomach, reaching for the leather clasp on the trunk at the foot of the bed and pulling it open. She removed the bag of sewing implements, and nodded as she found everything in order, and let the trunk shut again, carefully. I'm almost done with the ground... I'll have to design the dragons before I go any further... she thought as she looked over the length of fabric carefully. It was as long as her arms could reach in length, and almost a single armslength wide. There was little decoration on the sky blue linen now, except for the needlepoint that made up the grassy mountainside on either end. She intended to have dragons-- one of each color-- all along the middle, with clouds... It will take months... she sighed, but as a senior apprentice, she knew her graduating project had to be ambitious. And she wanted to gift it to Ephia when she was done... if it were accepted. One end will have to have Ariath, but on the other... I can't put Tallith anymore, and I don't think Ephia would be particularly pleased if I put Enelth there. She sighed. Well, she'd figure that out when she came to it. For now, she got her needle and thread out, and began to work in the evening light by the window.
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2006 3:22 am
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 2:20 am
After the Lesson... rimedragona Remia still wore a hesitant look, though she tried a very small smile out to see how it would be received. "It's alright," she said. In reality, it wasn't, because there was still a rift between G'dor and R'ael, but it needed to be said. "...R'ael... I know that I know almost nothing about the two of you, but it looked like... something had been building up for a long time...?" Remia said, not sure where to begin, but not wanting to cause anger towards herself. She reached out her arm and lightly touched his forearm with her fingertips, leaning to one side and peering up into his face as she worried her lip between her teeth. Ryugen He turns red at her touch, awkaward around others, especially girls,, studying the floor as he debates how to answer it. "I don't know...he's been like that since we got here. I mean...he always kind of got picked on because he's not REALLY my brother...I mean...hell I used to kind of do it...but he's never pulled this kind of stuff before. Ever since we got here I can't look at a girl without being 'skirt chaser' or something of the like. I tossed him in the lake the other day figuring he'd cool off on it but he didn't..." He spreads his hands helplessly. "I shouldn't have called him that...I really shouldn't. But LOOK at me. I'm an sharding HERD Beast, not a skirt chaser. He -knows- that...It just...I don't know..." rimedragona Remia let go when she saw him blush, and waited patiently while he explained. When he was finished, she sighed. "I'm sorry, R'ael... I didn't mean to cause trouble between you two... but I suppose it's not really me, is it? Any of the girls would have been the same." She paused, wanting to ask where the term parasite came from... but thought better of it. It really wasn't her business, at all. So she continued, "And while you might say it... I don't think you're a herd beast," hesitating only slightly as she said it. It sounded entirely silly to say out loud, but she didn't. TO BE CONTINUED...
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 2:36 am
I have to say that I'm completely at a loss... G'dor and R'ael had a terrible fight, and now I don't think they've spoken to each other in days.
G'dor called R'ael a skirt chaser... and R'ael called G'dor a parasite. I've learned that they're not really brothers, but milk brothers, so I guess that explains the parasite comment.
But it doesn't seem like something R'ael would normally use, and I had thought they got along rather well before that fight... was I really that oblivious? I hope I can get them to patch it up.. or that they'll do it on their own. Brothers shouldn't fight like that, not even if they're milk brothers.
Anyway, Trith seems to have found a friend! N'tren's Datiath, namely. He's a handsome specimen of a bronze, and he's already towering over most of the weyrlings.
Trith now spends a great deal of her nap time curled up on, under, or near Datiath, and it's really a rather sweet picture, if one could find someone to draw it.
Oh, well.
N'tren, now, there's someone to talk about. Defintely better adjusted than the brothers. But that's mean of me to say. I hope no one reads this. I better scratch this out. He's a sweetheart, and fun to talk to... but I haven't really gotten to know him yet.
I know he's the middle child, and that he works in the kitchens... but other than that... Maybe if I can find some time to talk with him alone. I'd like that, and I know Trith would, since it would mean time with Datiath.
I guess it's a bit sad to say, but even after all this time, and with the help of one pesky blue flit, I've still only managed to meet three people reasonably well. It must be a world record at terrible friend making skills.
And on that pessimistic note... goodnight!
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