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~Well yes she does. I just never thought of calling someone by a physical feature.~ Miath sounded amused by the idea. She vaguely understood the concept of nicknames, only because Cai referred to herself as a shortened name rather than her full one. Having a name not based off your own was something new, and it had caught the young dragon's interest.

Maybe a nap could wait till later. Miath trilled happily as more of her clutchsiblings arrived and greetings were exchanged. Miath didn't distinguish between Suunath's hatchlings or Hyweths. For the most part, unless she was deliberately reminded, she forgot there had even been two clutches. Who's mother was who was given little thought in the crimson's mind. To her, they were all siblings.

She greeted Jaggeth first with a chirp. ~ Hello to you too! I'm very well. I hope you are the same?~ Malcarreth in turn, received much the same as he gave though in a much warmer tone. ~ Good Morning, brother. ~ Rynsemth got by far the most enthusiastic response. Miath knew she knew him, and her vague recollections were all very positive though the actual Hatching day was long forgotten. ~ Rynsemth! We are excellent! How are you and yours? ~ She stretched from where she lay and sat up into a more alert pose.

Cai flushed just a little in surprise as she caught smiles from both Rochelle and C'tis. Her eyes darted to the other weyrlings around her before she gave a small, almost awkward smile back. Her own hand lifted from where it rested on her other elbow and returned C'tis's greeting.

She was saved, for the time being, from figuring out what to do or say next when Mercy called for attention.

"Well you've probably made us late," Soral muttered as he half-heartedly pushed on his green's rump. Aukoith let the boy push until she could see her hatchmates. She lurched forward to greet them. Soral wound up with his face on the ground. He sighed and got to his feet, brushing himself off. "Well at least we're here now," he said to himself.

While both dragon and weyrling were curious about lessons the pair of them really just could not give a flying flit between about the others they knew would be there. That and neither seemed to care in the least that they were late nor showed any hurry over the fact as green and rider walked towards the lesson. Medura had been up late doing star charts and Syth frankly despised all her siblings and other idiotic clutchmates and did not look forward in the least to being anywhere near them.

I don't see why we had to come. Couldn't we learn this from one of your scrolls or books Mine? Why must I stoop to having to learn on their level? Syth complained as she and Medura stopped near the far back of the crowd the scarred woman eyeing the gathering with cold emotionless eyes.

Because the sooner we learn whatever they want to teach us the sooner we can leave. Medura answered glancing at the white dragon and candidate master and the looming gold with distaste. What? The pretty queen didn't think the white and her rider could do a good enough job on their own? Or did she just like making the others nervous and sticking her nose into every little thing? Fool. Came Syth's derisive snort of agreement.

M'rine knew they were more than fashionably late. They had been on time until Belith insisted on a detor. A lengthy detor and delay. He walked through the group with his head still high. While he felt the brown's interest in the people and dragons already there he knew what he had to do first. He waited until the basic introductions were complete before he approached.

"Weyrlingmaster. Our apologies for being late. Belith saw two drudges arguing and insisted we stop and help." He gave a bow with his apology. Then he noticed the gold sitting with the white. He thought it odd the goldrider would be there, but called greeting as well. "Good morning Weyrwoman."

I was the right thing to do M'rinemine." The brown commented to his rider before turning to Mercy. I'm sorry we are late Weyrlingmaster.

Belith turned his head from where he stood beside His to see who all else was present. Greetings Aerith, and Sunnath. He bobbed his head to the two older dragons. Duty discharged he looked around for a place to sit and listen. Over there M'rinemine. The brown had spotted Iafri and Girofleth sitting alone.

He headed determinedly over, leaving His to follow. Half way there Belith spotted another green and called a cheerful greeting. Aukoith! Soral! Good morning. We are going over to join that green. You should join us. His eyes whirled a happy blue as he plopped beside Girofleth. How are you? He asked rider and dragon.

M'rine had a slightly amused smile as the social brown decided who he wanted to sit with. "Morning," he greeted the rider who looked like she'd rather not be here.

Mercy/Aerith

'The little ones are busy socializing I think.' Aerith remarked to Mercy with an amused tone. Little dragons like little humans tended to have a very short attention span it seemed like.

'That's alright, its good for them to get to know one another.' Mercy replied, letting her eyes rove over the assembled group. The riders, for the most part, seemed attentive and that was all she needed as they would be the ones actually using the information she was giving out. "Today we'll just be going over the basics, Oiling, feeding..and I'll answer any questions that you might have about your new life partner or Weyrlife in general if you have them." She addressed the students. These first lessons were always a bit of a bore for the Weyrbred weyrlings who knew all of these things but they were important to catch those from outside the Weyr up to speed. Especially with this clutch where they had gained weyrlings whom had not even been properly searched or given time to adjust to the idea of a Dragonrider life before hand.

"To start off with..since many of you don't know each other, why don't we go around and introduce ourselves. Who wants to start us off? Just you name, your dragons name and if you want a little about yourself"

Meet and greet? So long as she didn't actually have to really talk with anyone then perhaps it would be alright. Ahmenna looked down at Phiroth who looked up to the challenge. One of the crimson riders stood up and introduced herself. The green rider had to hide a grin at the girl trying to play off being mysterious or whatever she was going for... For now, they were all in the same boat. Weyrling hood.

Standing, 'Menna kept her back straight and her eyes on Mercy. Shards to the other fools. They may think they knew dragons inside and out but that didn't mean there wasn't anything to learn. Ahmenna knew from experience that it meant you should watch for what you didn't know. "The name is Ahmenna, I am from a hold on the coast north of Eron. I am... was in Fishercraft. I bonded to--"

The green was turned her head, eyes whirling with slow emotion. She thought them all dullards but they would have to get along for a while.

Iafri gave the Weyrling and his brown dragon who approached them a darting glance and reached for Girofleth, who leaned against her leg. "Morning," she echoed softly.

Hello, Girofleth said to the brown. We are well. Mine is anxious, but that is to be expected. And you and Yours?

That they were to introduce themselves was met with a fresh wave of anxiety from Iafri, who wanted to do no such thing, especially once everyone started giving not only their names, but crafts and ranks and former homes. She didn't have any of those, really. Girofleth nosed at her, encouraging. Go on, tell them your name and mine. You don't have to tell them anything more than that.

"Ia-Iafri and Girofleth," she said finally, holding tighter to the little green.