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 Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2006 1:47 pm
Shells and shards...R'ael's expression fell slightly as the Weyrlingmaster issues her command. He doesn't consider himself to be in -bad- shape, but point in fact he's never considered himself very -fast-. G'dor was going to run circles around him, probably giggling the whole way like a snob....and shoving his little brother into a puddle or pile of herd beast waste would probably only get him even more laps. Damn.
Jaiereth pauses in his play as well, eyes whirling as the other weyrlings begin their sprint, and R'ael moves to follow as well, cursing his stature and bulk with every step.
I don't -think- she has anything against you, Mine...it just feels that way.... Jaiereth comforted, unhelpfuly.
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2006 3:12 pm
G'dor's groan joined the rest of them at the issue of the order. He didn't want to run, but he wasn't bad at it. His master had him constantly on his feet, moving about for what was needed- not to mention the many errends he would do in the morning. Running was something he could do well enough but it didn't mean he liked the idea of it. He joined the others in jogging, taking a glance to R'ael. A bit of a smirk formed as he paced himself up beside the struggling boy. He could run ahead, could be quite the pain in the butt, but he figured he'd keep himself at R'ael's pace. At least he'd have company.
"Lovely way to start the day."
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2006 3:26 pm
L'mur groaned and set off obediently around the Bowl. The promise of rain actually helped, he thought to himself. At least it wasn't scorching hot. About a third of the way around, he slowed to a walk to tie his hair back and catch his breath just a tad. The harper-turned-dragonrider had excellent breath control, although he'd never been a runner. Hair properly under control, he resumed a jogging pace.
The others say their riders complain.
L'mur shrugged mid-stride. No use complaining, love.
Only a few dragonlengths from Farin and those who had finished before him, L'mur stumbled, twisting his ankle under. "Shards!" he cursed. Biting his lip from the pain, he limped the rest of the way and sat down.
"I think it's okay," he apologized, prodding at the boot. He winced. "Maybe a little swollen."
You are hurt! Now will you complain? Saranth left the other dragonets where they'd been playing and dropped her head into L'mur's lap. Gazing up at him, her eyes whirling slightly with worry, she scolded him for not being careful.
"I'm fine, I'm fine," he told her, scratching under her chin. "I'm just a bit clumsy!"
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2006 8:52 pm
N'tren had been jogging just behind L'mur. He was a fast runner but he didnt want to spend all his energy when there was more of the lesson to follow. Slowing to a stop, the youth looked at Farin and then looked down at his friend. Dragonriders had to take care of each other.
You will help him and then the rain will come and everyone will be happy.
Datiath put his opinion in as he stopped in play to watch Saranth go over to her rider. N'tren leaned down and held his hand out for L'mur to grab. He braced himself because he knew the older boy would outweigh him and might pull him down as well. "Easy does it. Once you are up, we can finish the run together."
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2006 8:01 am
"Gorgeous..." R'ael grunts back to G'dor as his milk brother falls into step. "Though you might want to get it over with and pick up your pase. I'm probably going to get stuck doing this again..." He winces in sympathy as L'mur ahead, becomes the first 'man down', though it's good to see N'tren stop to help him.
"Why don't you..." He nods ahead to L'mur and N'tren, "Go lend a hand. I'll catch up."
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2006 3:49 pm
T'nel smiled slightly at the others grumbling. While not 'fit' in the strictest sense, he did try to make a point to run every day, a habit he took up as a Runner and seemed unable to shake. Stretching slightly, he took of in and easy, loping gait, breathing smooth and even.
Falmanth looked up from where he was sitting. You'll look silly, running like that when it starts to rain. he told T'nel unabashedly. T'nel groaned.
Well, hopefully we'll all be done with the running before it starts to rain. he replied, his mental 'voice' sounding even, albiet not too focused. He'd established a rythym, now, a steady pounding as his feet hit the ground. The even, relentless pace created a soothing tempo, the tempo he often fell into when he had made runs to distant holds.
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2006 5:56 pm
'Ugh.' Farin thought to herself, pressing her hand to her forehead before even fully comprehending the situation.
My love, you seem to have killed L'mur. Moth rumbled, stretching her wing outward and folding it against her back. For such a serious dragon, it was really hard to tell that she was joking.
"I didn't kill him." She spoke aloud. "He's just- broken."
L'mur is broken. Moth lamented.
What a show, she was already loosing Weyrlings before the dragonets even got off the ground. Well, it didn't seem from here to be much worse then a sprain. Deftly, she hoisted herself off the rock, and moved a couple of feet downfield. The runners were still arriving, but a few had stopped to help L'mur. She was all for team work, but she certainly hoped that this was not just an attempt to get out of running. Her brow furrowed, and she pressed her hands to her hips. Well, the Weyrlings would get plenty used to running throughout their training.
She settled herself back down and waited for them to return, making a mental note to start bringing some fellis already to Weyrling lessons, although she hadn't thought she'd need that for at least another week.
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2006 7:22 pm
"Thanks," he muttered to N'tren. "I'm fine, really. Maybe not even a sprain." Nevertheless, he accepted the help.
Approaching Farin, the boy looked properly embarrassed. "I'm sorry, I don't even know what happened. But.. I'm not broken." He attempted a grin around the twingeing of his ankle.
Saranth butting at his side, L'mur sat down on a large rock and stripped off his boot. His ankle was only a little swollen, nothing a bit of numbweed and ice wouldn't fix.
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2006 7:36 pm
N'tren let go as L'mur sat down on a rock to look at his ankle. The fall didnt look like it had hurt too much beyond his pride. Crossing over what was considered the finish line, the bronze rider gave a huff and a grin. "It's no problem at all. You seem to be all leg and no meat; a good thing that you are not really big or someone else would of had to lift you."
Am I really big? Is that why you have trouble lifting me? Datiath crooned a little worried.
"You are growing which is very different from being fat. You just might need to put some numbweed on it...maybe wrap it. I wouldn't put too much more weight on it." N'tren commented. The run had not taken too much out of him.
Nodding to Farin, he asked her. "Now what do I do, Weyrling master?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2006 3:11 am
Remia winced when she saw L'mur fall, but by the time she got to that position, N'tren had already helped him over to the edge, and the Weyrlingmaster was on her way.
Anymore would be overdoing it... she thought, and continued on her way, concentrating on anything but her burning legs and lungs. She had never really been one for running... and she'd have to remember to bind her chest tomorrow, or she'd be hurting in places she really shouldn't be from running. She wiped sweat from her forehead with a swipe of her hand.
I see the dark clouds, Mine. Do you hear the thunder? Soon the rain will fall, and it will cool you. Trith told her rider, and trilled as her rider approached the end of the run. Remia smiled at the encouragement, even though the smile was tinged a bit with pain.
She reached the place she had started from, but unlike a couple of the others, didn't immediately flop to the ground, much as she wanted to. She continued to walk, gasping deep breaths, in a large circle, though staying in the area. Remia thought she'd made it under the time limit. She hoped she had, she didn't think she could do this again today.
Why do you walk, Mine? I thought you didn't like the running? Trith asked, padding up beside her rider and pressing her head into Remia's hip.
"If I don't... walk around, I get cramps... after running... and I can catch my breath." She said between breaths, and ended with a huge sigh before slowly returning to the others, Trith with her.
The girl looked to where L'mur was, wondering just how bad the fall had been. She hoped he hadn't broken anything, that would be terrible.
I don't think he is broken, Mine. That is what others are saying. Trith said, and turned her own gaze that way as well.
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2006 8:51 am
Everyone seems to think it will be alright, mine...Jaiereth reasured as R'ael approached the finish line and the resting L'mur and the small gathering growing around him.
"Bit of bad luck..." he offers, sympatheticly, though he heads to the finish point before pausing and wandering cautiously back. Having been the subject of a few creative jokes from his other brothers, he doesn't want to get caught in the trap of stopping before the finish line and being asked to run it again after the class. "Is there anything I can do?" He asks, rocking back and forth on his heels slightly to try and prevent his legs from cramping up or the like.
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2006 11:17 am
"I'm so late! The weyrlingsmaster will kill me! Couldn't you have woken me up?" K'tir hurried towards the bowl, Cronth waddeling after him.
You were deep asleep rider mine. You needed the rest. Cronth said his eyes turning a distressed orange color.
K'tir stopped in his tracks and hugged his friends wedge shaped head. "I know you meant well, but now it looks like I'm trying to avoid my duties as a weyrling." He scratched the dragonets eyeridge affecttionatly, before resuming his hurried path.
He blinked as he noticed other weyrling just as out of breath as he was. "Guess I'm not the only one late..."
Actually they just finished their first task.
K'tir looked around and noticed the weyrlingsmaster not too far away from him. "Oh shards...." He knew he was in trouble now.
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2006 11:39 am
G'dor probibly would have stopped to help the down wyerling but by the time the suggestion was made for him to do so many had already gone to the boy's aid and he figured that there was no point in them all skipping out on the morning's warm up. Surely with his record thus far into the lessons he'd seem quite lazy, using the down boy as an excuse to stop running.
He kept up to pace with R'ael, figuring that if he was to run again it could only do them a bit of good. Besides, he wasn't bothered by it nearly as much as R'ael. Of course by the time they reached the finish line he was aching as bad as any of them and the chest of his shirt was just as damp as the others but at least he had finished.
"Horribly bad luck." He agreed with his brother as they approached the injured boy, giving as much sympathy as he could between gulps for air.
Another is late, mine. Queth put in. Probibly to comfort G'dor in his past absences.
Seems a bad day for the lot of us then... and it's only the warm-ups.
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2006 10:58 pm
Otheress were starting to crowd around and comment on L'mur's injury. Taking a couple of steps back, he saw Remia pacing and others doing cool down exercises. Personally, the run had not taken too much out of him. As a kitchen drudge, he was contantly running.
Thunder rumbled again. Taking a deep breath, N'tren could tell that the air was ripe for rain. He wondered how long it would take the others to finish running.
Rain would feel so good. The air is thick and makes me sleepy. What more must you learn about me?
"About the different colors and how to talk to you better. More stuff like that." N'tren looked over to see his bronze staring straight into his eyes. Datiath was getting rather big even if he was a bronze.
But we talk just fine, mine. I hear you most clearly.
"And I hear you. But we must listen to what the Master says so that we can learn and be the best."
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2006 12:43 am
Remia finally felt her heart slowing down again, so she stopped, and made her way closer to the others, since the regrouping place seemed to be around L'mur.
She wondered if L'mur was embarrassed by all the attention... but she recalled him being trained as a harper, so she thought attention must be part of the job, and therefore not too onerous.
Almost everyone is done running, mine. What will we do after we are all here? Trith asked, and Remia rubbed her eyeridge affectionately as she tried to recall what the Weyrlingmaster had said they would still need to study.
"Well, I think we'll be getting something of a lesson in how to speak to each other better... and I think I remember something about how to heal wounds, should you get any. But that was all hearsay, and it might not be this lesson. We'll just have to wait and see, my love." Remia was surprisingly cheerful despite feeling like she was just put through the wringer.
If I get hurt, you will take care of me. the dragon stated, sounding mystified that there would be anything else to it.
"Well, of course I would! But I wouldn't want to bungle your healing, dearest. And I might on accident if I don't know exactly what to do. So, we'll see."
N'tren had just stepped away from the others, to make room, and she leaned over slightly. "Is your bronze as full of blunt statements as my green?" she asked with a small chuckle.
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