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N'tren watched with interest as Farin moved the innards around and pointed out what was good for the dragonets and what was not. The meat have been a little tough but he was sure that Datiath would not care so long as his stomach was filled up.

Is it time to eat? We are all waiting so patiently.

N'tren looked up to see Datiath sitting happily on a little green and being nudged by a blue. Laughing, he tried give a stern look at his partner as he spoke outloud. "Datiath. You are the big brother of the group. You do not sit on any of your hatch-mates. Off. Now."

Datiath crooned and slid down off the green. He tumbled into the blue and tangled claws with him. It was quite a sight watching the two slowly come apart and start play snarling at each other. Cutting the meat into the appropraite chunks, N'tren kept a mental ear on Datiath to make sure he was not being too rough.

Is that for me to eat? Can I eat now? I heard the stern woman say bronzes need to eat the most. I am a bronze.

"Yes and yes, you will be eating very soon."

The tall woman's back turned upon the Weyrlings as the moved to sit down. As she did, Ch'tan scoffed and furrowed his brow, wiping a gloved hand across his mouth as he moved back to let X'lias pull back the skin. He didn't know really what was wrong with him- this angry feeling. He didn't really like the thought of being put in classes- made to do chores. Weren't they supposed to get their rest for thread fighting and what not? It wasn't like he had asked for be a dragonrider- not that he did not love Wieth...

Food yet? The others babble about food. Wieth said, with an oddly imperious tone. More and more, Wieth was showing personality traits other then the Pernese version of a vacuumed cleaner. Ch'tan nodded his head, his scruffy hair bowing downwards as he pulled the knife forward, and began to work on the shank. He was a bit confused as to why a saw wasn't being used, but he'd be damned if he'd ask. He figured Farin was right anyways- Wieth didn't care what his steaks looked like. So long as he could shove them in his little mouth. Which wasn't really so little anymore, if he must say.

After a few minutes of cutting, he believed he had sufficiently removed enough meat for Wieth. Despite his overall current disdain for Farin, he truly was interested in what he should be feeding his little bronze, and took a moment to ask her if too much fat was bad for him- as he noticed that much of the fat still clung to the slices.

Farin shook her head, lifting her head off her palm. "No- the fat is good and will help move it down, just be sure to never feed them pure fat or anything."

Ch'tan looked pleased with that information, turned around and started to walk towards Wieth. This was perhaps the hardest portion of the day's exercise, as he felt Farin's eyes upon him as he attempted to control Wieth from running towards him. He managed to figure it out, but Wieth was certainly not pleased.

You're coming to me anyways, mine. Why can't I come to you?

"I don't know." Ch'tan grumbled, wishing once more he could communicate with more telepathy. "She says not to." Wieth snapped his teeth together, and rose on his hindlegs. Easily now- he was just a bit taller then Ch'tan, and he promptly placed his hand on Wieth's shoulder in an attempt to get to the food. Ch'tan gave Wieth a shove, sending the little dragonet back down to his hindlegs, and proceeded to feed him.

Thankyou mine- you are wonderful. But you're not feeding me fast enough. He garbled between bites.

Farin glanced over at Ch'tan, and his bronze. She gave a flustered sigh, and rubbed her head. There would be much to learn. That pawing of Wieth's would have to stop- if he got any bigger, he could accidentally squish Ch'tan in such a game like that. Dragonets hardly knew their own strength. He seemed to have control of it presently, so she decided she'd address that later.

G'dor was late- by the shell curse his luck and all it was worth. Of course, no one had bothered waking him up, and if they had they'd not tried very hard. Growing up he praised his ability to sleep through most commotion, now he simply cursed it again and again, cursing further his distraction in getting to his first day of lessons by the mating flight of the queen. Queth waddled desperately behind his running rider.

The boy did his best to tuck himself up before reaching the training grounds, pushing his white hair back from his face behind his ears only to have it fall around his eyes again. Damn, nothing could go right could it. Panting, he finally came up to where the other wyerlings had long gathered.

Panting, he looked about, slowly reaching an arm up to wipe at his brow. He made out the older rider- a green rider he had reconized from a few glances during the gather. Taking a deep breath and chocking down his embarassment he made his way over to her, half-disreguarding whomever she had been addressing, "..I...I'm Galdo-...er ... G'dor... slept in...", he glanced nervously to one of the other wyerlings then back to her, "I promise it won't happen again...."

Queth walked up beside his rider, honestly oblivious as to what had his rider so stressed. They were there weren't they? There were many of his clutch-siblings about, all of them- or nearly all of them- speaking of food. He wanted some too. Turning to his rider he pulled at his sleeve, getting his attention off the older rider for a moment, I want food too, mine.

"Shhh...shh...," G'dor freed his arm up, "Just wait a moment."

Farin rose, her eyes falling form Ch'tan and his bronze, to N'tren and his. She squinted her eyes, already feeling the burn of wrinkles. This would be some job. She couldn't even imagine that there were those in the Weyr- she'd heard rumors about at least, hinted to by Moth, that felt they'd like the job more. She wasn't about to renounce her title without a fight now- but this wasn't going to be happy frolicking either.

The woman stepped from the rock, and moved over towards where the Ch'tan was feeding his bronze. She simply observed for the moment the pair of bronzes, deciding that they might be some of the more harder students and dragons to teach. On one hand, Ch'tan was really too old to be impressing- what was he, already near twenty-two? And on the other hand- N'tren was rather young, with a very active dragonet. Ch'tan looked like he could physically manage young Wieth for about another couple of weeks, but that might come even shorter for N'tren. He seemed to be handling his Datiath well though- Ch'tan had had to use force to calm his dragon down. She shifted her pale brown eyes, intent on watching what the other dragonets would do.

Over stimulated dragons were something she would not have first hand knowledge with- Moth had always been a very placid dragon. She was always the quietest when they were Weyrlings, never demanding much or shoving. Even now, stretched out upon the green and watching the Weyrlings with a slight beam of pride- she seemed most subdued.

Her eyes were taken off of the others when the sound of feet fell upon the grass. She turned her head, her pale blonde hair pushing over her shoulders as another Weyrling came running up the grass, a brown dragonet in toe. He stopped with a sort of dramatic display of wheezing and ushering out of a name- although Farin was already knowledgeable of this rider G'dor and his dragon Queth.

"Yes- I see." Farin said sternly. She placed her hands on her hips, and nodded her head. "Do not let it happen again, or else you may fall behind. Regardless-" She waved her hand. "You will receive last pick at chores as reprimand." She said flatly. Hopefully that would encourage more truancy. "Please- instruct your dragonet to stay with the others, and go over to X'lias's group. He'll tell you what I've instructed about the feeding, and cut some food for your dragon."

(( Aw, shoot. I haven't been paying attention to new threads, just going to my usual list, so I missed this. And I knew I should have posted before work. sweatdrop Now I'm three more posts behind. *sigh* ))

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.

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.

((Note: Anyone who comes in late does not need to post as being late. You may simply assume your character has been in attendence. In fact, I only currently require atleast one post per lesson for a "grasp" on the subject. Although I'd certainly be pleased by more. XD ))