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Serinuth replied shyly, flaring her wings out at her rider's prompting and forward and gave a startled sound as Poecileth greeted her as well. she said, to both her siblings, folding her wings close. Ooh, dear. The green chirred low, shifting. She hadn't meant to forget to greet her brother, really she hadn't.

She whimpered at Pavoth greeting. Serinuth gave a whining keen before disappearing into her rider's lap as well as she could. Too many things and she didn't know and
Saain stopped listening to V'tyai as Serinuth suddenly crawled into her lap. Shussh, it alright love. She pushed down the bond, wrapping the anxious green in warmth and love and her arms. It be alright. She stroked Serinuth back, making soft warm humming noises to ease Serinuth panic. They would introduce themselves later.
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They had shown up just as V'tyai started to speak and lingered near the back. J'in kept standing, introductions properly called for it and it would just be a bother to sit down and then stand back up. His shorter curls had been pulled back from his face with a simple tie. He had chosen the simplest and darkest clothing he had in preparation and was currently debating if slaughtering and dressing lambs was anything like wherries.

Irath squirmed at his side, wanting to greet his siblings but remaining quiet for the moment. It wasn't liable to last long at all.

At all. "My name is J'in and this is Irath." Go ahead and introduce yourself. J'in motioned to the grey, remaining quiet as Irath pranced a few steps ahead.

He said and happily pranced off to get a normal non yellow basket.

"I'm a scribe so I'm usually found in the archives or records. I like tea," he said willing to leave it at there.



"And my hair is naturally this shade of red," J'in added dryly at his dragon's prompting. I am not saying anything else, he said firmly, sitting down.

Ja'kki

They'd arrived just in time to hear V'tyai start his speech. The girl was back in her guard leathers, black and blue leathers cared for as well as any dragon's hide. At her side freshly oiled (as the owner of a firelizard and weyrborn candidate, Ja'kki was well familiar with that aspect of dragon health) Atheth paced, inspecting the other's who'd arrived on time and adjusting private opinions of a few. Handsome Boy rested on his perch in Ja'kki's shoulder, eyeing the other weyrlings gathered, the prisoners in yellow in particular.

Ja'kki had a grin that was far too cheery for the events of yesterday. It was the same s**t-eatting grin she'd had since tackling C'ross. The sight of her name, her's specifically, on V'tyai's letter had brought it right back when she'd read it. And again every time after. Well, they didn't really know her reputation did they? She'd learned a little discipline in her short time as a guard, and more importantly to her, better subduing techniques (not that she'd displayed them yesterday in the least). You couldn't change who you were though. If she was pushed, she pushed back harder. That was just how it went.

Atheth snorted. Hers would take a lot of work, but she knew she'd chosen right. In that rough little form was something she knew she could work with and make brilliant in time.

The moment there was a pause in introductions Ja'kki piped up. "Jaykkial, now Ja'kki. Guard Recruit and Green Weyrling. This is Atheth." She gestured to the hatchling who at the signal hopped to the baskets and carefully lifted one with her jaws. She inhaled deeply as she returned to her rider's side, trying to see what might be in side. She could pick out a few different scents, but nothing her young mind could name. Her eyelids narrowed in irritation and the urge to rip it open and find out immediately

Luka

Luka and Lophorinth walked up about the same time. Well, danced in Loph's case. His whole body undulated as he bounced and side stepped back and forth. It was only thanks to him and his assurances that Luka was the most perfect creature to walk the whole planet that they were there on time. Her new wardrobe, small as it was at the moment, had given the woman untold delight as she tried to decide what and how to wear what she had to the first lesson. Sure she'd met many of her classmates the previous night, but she still felt this was an important occasion that deserved as much attention as she could put into her appearance. It was her first day in turns that she could even remotely consider herself a 'free woman'. It was the sweetest feeling.

Loph took charge of introducing him as his rider inspected their fellows with an appraising eye. Projected to everyone gathered, human and dragon alike, Loph bugled and swayed as he spoke. I go by Lophorinth! His tail thumped on the ground a couple times, stiring up a bit of dust behind him. And this gorgeous beauty at my side is Luka! He flared his huge wings and thrust his chest out. Luka just smiled at her classmates, eyes hooded.

Still displaying proudly, Loph hopped his way to the baskets, returning after a moment with a yellow one. I think I like this color Lukamine. I like it a lot.

Luka's lips pursed as she chuckled at the blue. Hopefully by the time he was grown he'd forget. Much like red she was pretty sure she'd never want to wear this color again once they were graduated.

"I am more than prepared to speak Weyrlingmaster. I simply prefer to think before I act." Hiemal's voice remained as cool and matter of fact as ever as he made this announcement and then fell quiet again, sweeping the rest of the class with a thoughtful gaze.

"My name is Hiemal. My dragon is Halith. I am a technician by trade, a rather skilled one." Hiemal had heard of modesty but thought it rather a waste of time; he knew he was good so why deny it? "Until around a turn ago I lived in Monaco Bay Hold, where I was arrested for forgery. The Watch did not take a sympathetic view of how I funded progress; had I been left to my own devices I would probably have finished my Master Piece by now. But I digress." Another short pause. "I approve of logic, order, and intelligence; the importance of those is in reverse order." Hiemal smiled a little bit; he had been taking a stab at making a joke, or something vaguely like a joke in any case.

"At the moment I do not trust any of you, and I imagine most if not all of you likewise distrust me. I imagine also that there will be most mistrust between those who are wearing yellow and those who are not," he continued, features smoothing out to neutrality once more. "It is natural for this to be the case, given many of you were our jailers. I do believe however that as the Weyrlingmaster said we must learn to work together. Perhaps the circumstances of our Impressions have already given us some common ground, along with the innate bonds shared by many of our dragons. In many ways I believe we represent a new dawn, if you will excuse the turn of phrase. Criminals given leave to Impress is a change, and the new colours amongst us is a greater change. I believe that this can be a change for the better, and one we should not allow to be taken away by those who value the status quo over progress and improvement. Thank you."

With his rather long speech made Hiemal moved forward to take a yellow basket before rejoining his dragon.

Serinuth peeped softly, slowly crawling out of Saain's laps, eyes whirling a concern yellow mixed with green. She gave a tiny sound, being coaxed out of her hiding space to sit a bit hunkered down by Saain's side. She muttered and stepped from one foot to a other nervouse. Serinuth wasn't sure if she wanted to play, she didn't want to hurt her brother but she didn't want to disappoint him... and it could be fun?


Breathe lovely, we are going to introduce ourselves and I need you to get the basket. Saain stood, looking out at them. "My name is Saain and my bonded is green Serinuth." She smiled at the little green, fidgeting near her feet. "Before my incarnation I was a journeyman healer. I also have a three year old son." Go on love. "I think that was anything of importance."

She question torn between the two remaining baskets. The little green warbled nosing the one closest to her.

No, it doesn't. That one would be perfect.

Ah, this was the moment that Canoake lived for and enjoyed. Everyone went through the hoops and introductions, including those with the odd colored dragons such as herself.

I am not odd. I am beautiful. Haemath replied.

"That you are," she whispered. She stood, every inch of her pulled up and proud. Haemath stood by herself, also as tall and straight as he could be. Well, well... Wasn't V'tyai looking miserable today? Personally, Canoake found it delightful but thought better about making any comments. Yet. Eyes sweeping the room, was that girl blushing (honestly!), and made a slight bow. A smile close to a smirk played on her face. "I am Canoake, journeyman Weaver and one of the workers in the clothing store rooms. I help keep supplies in order and design clothing whenever I can."

And then, Haemath stood up and practically strutted, making sure to stay in front of his lady. And I am Haemath. I am all pink, all male and all Canoake's.

She giggled a little. "Not much more needs to be explained, does there?"

V'tyai continued to mark down on his own little journal. He looked up when people spoke (or in Canoake's case: giggled), nodded to each in turn. Dragons spoke, came up, fetched the baskets when their riders took over. He slipped to a new page and set the journal down on the ground, gesturing to their baskets.

"I understand this whole thing isn't exactly normal. Thank you, Hiemal, for pointing that out. My first weyrling class, there were thirty five of us and we learned how to pull the intestines out of a wherries a**. It was quite illuminating and I'm not backtracking through those days. This first weyrling class, we are talking about ourselves and our dragons. That is what's important. I don't hate any of you." V'tyai looked over them slowly, gaze contemplative. "Much."

The bluerider shrugged. He stole another sip of his drink, contemplating his next words. "We all know that should the weyrlings in yellow mess up, it is my job to cripple the dragons. For those of you with new colors... I am not sure if the same rule applies to you right now." He grimaced and shook his head. "I will try to find out. It shouldn't. In the meantime, should a member of the Watch approach you in regards to anything ongoing here at Warden's Weyr, speak your mind but remember your words are being documented. You are dragonriders. Act accordingly.

"And with that!" V'tyai flipped open his journal again, eyebrows arched. "I wrote out a list titled 'How To Not Make Your Dragon Dead'. If you have an idea on how to not kill your dragon, speak now. We'll discuss it. The reason this is our first lesson is because a few of you seem to forget in the heat of the moment that certain things can hurt or kill your bondmate at this part in their life. So."

He tapped his charcoal on the bit of paper. "Go. --And if your answer is 'don't piss off M'onk', I want examples."

He had gone ahead and investigated the basket, curious to see what was inside, especially after V'tai had mentioned taking away their candy. He didn't have any candy as far as he knew, which meant there had to be some inside. There was too, along with the other necessaties they would need, knots, , , and a journal, which he promptly pulled out.

This seemed as good of a use for it as any, writing down the things that might be important, especially with the question that he just asked. About what they should do not to make their dragons dead. It was a good thing to know.

He left the first couple of pages blank, and then wrote down the lesson number, and the title of the talk. He would put in Vociferoth's stats on the first page, how big he was and maybe even a picture. Then he'd write down all of his clutchmates and their colors on the next page. It'd be nice to keep everything written down, especially since Voci was one of the very first greys and the knowledge of how he grew might be helpful in the future.

He had to think for a moment, about what his answer to the question might be. There were all sorts of things that they probably should avoid, but did he have a proper answer?

Tell him that you have to feed a hatchling.

If the rest of them can't figure that out, they deserve to have their dragons die. He responded, resisting the urge to laugh.

"Sir," he said after a moment. "Should we be trying to avoid stronger emotions? Like anger and lust?" He wasn't quite sure if that was one of the answers that V'tyai was looking for, but at least it was an answer. And if it wasn't, well, at least then he'd know that he didn't have to watch himself quite as closely.

Dragons had never been a great study of his until he came here but since becoming a candidate he had managed to borrow a couple of texts on them from the records so he knew a few basics. Those simple matters however were not currently what he was interested in.

"Do you think that saying things to the Watch riders who came with the new gold that M'onk would prefer we did not say might," Hiemal made air quotes, "piss M'onk off? Could I also clarify what constitutes," more air quotes, "messing up? I would not wish to act out of turn without intending to. Mmh. And I imagine I am safe in assuming that there would be no appeals process prior to your crippling?"

Halith looked up at her rider, tail twitching back and forward as he raised the matter of crippling. she turned to the blue, head bobbing slightly.