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Princess_Feylin Vice Captain
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 Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 12:54 pm
B'shir watched as the situation rapidly fell to pieces, with Sharath fighting R'ysan as well as her rider though she was fighting in defense of her rider. He wanted to look to D'astel, and see what the Weyrleader planned to do about the situation, but it wouldn't do any good. And there were enough people entering into it that he felt no need to embroil himself in it. Even Sakneth seemed content to stay out of the confrontation.
You seem surprised, Sakneth remarked. It's not as though I seek confrontations. Besides, Sharath can handle herself. If her rider cannot handle her, well, what else can one expect from a woman?
B'shir blinked in response. I can't believe you just said that.
Well. Most women just need a firm hand. You could take Sharath's rider in hand, and Sharath might go along. And I could bite the boy who doesn't respect the natural order. B'shir noticed that even though Sakneth suggested it, the bronze made no move to bite anyone, which was a positive sign. And although his eyes were tinged with annoyance, B'shir didn't think Sakneth was saying anything he oughtn't.
The new bronzerider's only contribution to the situation was to cough softly. Even Sakneth wasn't quite sure if the cough was amused or censorious.
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 1:30 pm
...Okay, this had gone from funny to ugly. Fast. It was one thing to do a little grumpy ribbing at each other, and another thing entirely when dragonets were starting to get out of control. K'han half-rose from his seat, and turned around to face the arguing duo. "Okay, okay, enough! I don't know about you guys, but I'd rather not be here from now 'til we're all senior weyrlings, so how 'bout if you have personal problems, you solve 'em on your own time, after class?"
Roheth, dismayed, shifted in place, glancing between His, R'ysan, and Sharath. He wanted to help! But he didn't want to get His in trouble, but -- but he had to help! With a low bugle of dismay, he got up and headed for the feuding parties, placing himself squarely between Amelia and R'ysan. He addressed only the gold dragonet, though; K'han could handle talking to the riders. Please, my queen. It isn't worth it... Starting a fight over careless words can accomplish nothing. K'han swore under his breath and started after Roheth, stopping after a few paces to pause and glance back apologetically at D'astel.
This was turning into a mess...
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 2:38 pm
As Sharath surged forward the gold's movement was caught out of the corner of his eye, instantly he turned placing Regedth behind him. His body prepared to take on the opponent if need be. He doubted she'd get that far especially when Amelia intervened but his eyes glanced around choosing his strategy. He never could be too certain.
Regedth was a slight nervous when Sharath surged even as R'ysan moved in front of her. She knew when she had impressed with him that he was a spirited scrapper and she hadn't had enough time to ease that part of his soul yet. But still, he could get her what she wanted. He had means and she had needs. But she peered around R'ysan legs protective of him even if she didn't care for the whys.
As Amelia closed the distance, R'ysan straightened to his full height to meet Amelia - eye to eye. Man to...well...woman...heck...Man. He was never one to back down when called out and she was surely stepping up to meet him. His eyes were as sharp as knifes with no detail missed; while fingers eased along his sides with a twitch; opposite of her crossed arm. He knew so well how to fight that sometimes the excitement and expectation of the confrontation was a high in itself.
But being that devil in the details, he'd listen to his opponent when she spoke. Her words didn't fall vainly upon his ears, as a strong personality with intelligence to back it would be more apt to garner his attention. Ok...so some of what Amelia said did make sense as he listened. Toe to toe...eye to eye. Who we are not what we are..He could agree with a few points however, very few lived up to those ideals. It was the way of the world. Words and actions had a long gap between them and he had been the brunt of those growing up.
Regedth nudged him slightly wanting for him to see the logic but secretly having a bit of fun with this. It was much more interesting than Weyrling Lessons! Regedth knew that taking on R'ysan would be a bit of an adventure and here it was, She's got good points, R'ysan. Give her a chance...maybe? While she didn't care too much about what others thought, she could feel the rise and fall of the boy's chest and how he revved when he got agitated and felt the thrill of the moment.
He could almost agree with Reg. Her words starting to calm him...slightly. Amelia had some good points and it wasn't beyond him to be able to shake hands with a good combatant for a well played match. "I don't know you well. That is true." He was able to admit fault if he felt that the personality he conflicted with was as strong as he, "But I might not have seen anything different hadn't spoke up. Eh?" His own hand started to rise closer to Amelia's own and his word had a slight hint of reflection in amidst the serious tones, "I can see your..." However, the words stopped short and the hand fell away because at that moment Sharath arrived; her offending words filling his head.
His eyes snapped away from Amelia to the dragon and the words cut at him harshly. His own mind returning fire with a lashing retort, Well that makes two of us don't it, Goldy. If I am a fool, then you're a pretentious Flit! You could try to hop on my head like a wherry bird to make me bow like you did to others on the sands but you ain't got my respect. What a farce! You ain't got Shells!
His angry eyes never left the gold; each sinuous muscle rippled as he watched her. If anything she'd know that mentally he was as tough as she. Even as the last words came at him; he returned with a intense gaze of his own. Regret it eh? A dark smile crossed his lips. Oh Goldy, you know your rider, she might earn my respect as the woman she's showing...however, I do believe we are at an impasse. Because I won't respect someone like you, and you've never truly respected anyone else since the day you hatched.
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 4:53 pm
Jounoth stilled when the queen touched his mind, quieting for the first time since the other had arrived. His eyes whirled orange as he creeled, swaying his head from side to side as though that would make him able to resist the order of the queen. He did not snap unless they got too close, and right now they were just close enough that he didn't have to snap. But he must if they got too close! They would ruin His! Hissing low, he swung his head away from his mother and tucked his wings close to his body. He would do what she said, but only because he must. The angry blue did not have a choice.
Though the dragon did not tell her what Dorath had commanded him to do, Janga could guess easy enough. Her eyes darted to where the gold was sitting, but she kept her mouth shut. Dorath would not always be there to control him, though there was some safety in the fact that she could always force him to obey. Perhaps he should always be accompanied by a gold. It was a thought that Janga did not enjoy.
The growing number of weyrlings and their dragons was testing the blue's temper, and it would only take one false move for Jounoth to blow a fuse. They were all too close to His, and if one even got a smidgen closer or tried to put on a tough front he would barrel them over, restraints or not. Perhaps, if R'ysan had known what he was thinking he wouldn't have taken a shot at the Weyrleader like that. It was the straw that broke the camel's back, so to speak. Jounoth lunged forward, the restraint holding one of his hind legs snapping with the force of his charge.
GET AWAY! SHE IS MINE! YOU ARE NOT MINE!
He was being held by one restraint, snarling at R'ysan as though he had intended to kill Janga not make a comment about the Weyrleader's leadership skills. Janga made a lunge for his headknobs, but he shook his head to get her off, whirling red eyes focused on his target. He would end that boy!
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 5:02 pm
D'astel was ready to explain to Regedth's new rider that those questions were both irrelevant and stupid ones. Prodding about lunch breaks was not on the schedule, and thus not worthy of an answer no matter how pretty the girl asking was. Things went down hill from there, and he wasn't entirely sure when the ideal time to step in and break it up was.
R'o had told him about the archetypes of Weyrlinghood, and how there was always one of each. He now knew who the village idiot was, and the title of goldrider spoke for itself.
Kentoth, tell Dorath to silence Sharath until I say otherwise, D'astel instructed his dragon once he'd made sure Jounoth was not freed yet.
Sharath, Dorath spoke a moment later. You will be silent until the Weyrleader says it is okay for you to speak. She gave a few choice riders disapproving stares and shook her head. It was almost enough to make her wish she held power over them, too. Jounoth! Cease your movement, young one! Do not charge any of the other Weyrlings anymore!
"Goldrider, Greenrider," D'astel called. "It is in both your best interests to shut your mouths now. There is truth to what this boy has said, Amelia. You are not Weyrwoman, and you are not above me in rank as of now. You, like them, are a Weyrling. You will be held to the same standards and, in this case, the same punishments." He rubbed the stubble of a beard on his chin and resisted the urge to sigh. Damn kids these days. "I can't pull you out of the lesson, because it would be counter-productive." Not to mention ironic. "However, you are both going to be given three days of non-stop chores for this. Every moment of the next three days you are not tending to your dragon, you will be working. I will make sure of it. And, I can and will add more punishment if I feel I need to. Now, behave."
Three days? They're so young! Dorath's direct complaints to the Weyrwoman's dragon were not to be overlooked the same as stupid questions from new riders.
I know, but they need to learn. Just like Yours did. You know as well as I she's better for it.
But is this the right way?
Shards if I know, but they'll sure learn something if nothing else. That said, D'astel turned face to the crowd of newbies again. "Now, since this lesson is focused heavily on teamwork, I'm going to teach all of you a lesson on working as one. Your defeats are to be shared as well as your victories, and this--" He paused, then motioned to the two that had been fighting. "--is a loss for all of you. So, you will all enjoy a two hour long lecture on the history of the Weyr from Headwoman Jilis at sunrise tomorrow. If you happen to forget about the arrangement, you will be joining these two rebels in their chores. Anyone else feel like speaking out while we're at it?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2009 2:44 pm
Seriously?! Why in Faranth's name was SHE being punished for such childish bickering. Her face quickly acquired a seething irritation that she clearly expressed in the direction of the fighting weyrlings.
The whole ordeal was ridiculous but all Ayishia could do was sit and wait, wanting the lesson to get going so she and Ptoth could move on to something more interesting. Ptoth sat and waited, as patient as a young dragonet can, though the fighting was getting to him to judge from the tension in his neck and shoulders and the glint of yellow surfacing in his eyes.
Can we all just calm down and move on to lessons? he asked the assembled openly, his voice a little peevish. There's no need to fight like this. I'm sure you all have other things you'd like to do today, like myself?
Ayi made no move to silence her dragon, instead placing an encouraging hand on his neck and nodding in agreement as her other hand found it's spot on her hip. He was right and she knew it. "This isn't all about you two either you know," she commented flatly. "There ARE others present who would like to know more than oiling and chopping meat...and less about how some folks are clearly too sensitive for their own good." The last was added under her breath with a slight headshake.
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 11:14 am
Uuni said nothing as R'ysan made a scene. Makereth, too, stayed quiet. Neither one wanted to get in that mess.
Which was all very good, because being on D'astel's bad side just wouldn't do. And then he had to turn it into a lesson of teamwork. Great. Uuni was more than content to let those individuals have their punishment, but now the rest of them got their asses kicked too!
Well, she supposed she deserved it on one hand from asking joke-questions during a serious lesson. She resisted the urge to let out a loud of groan of disaste and instead settled farther into the sand, leaning heavily on Makereth as she did.
There was a glance towards Ayishia as the girl spoke her own upset, and Uuni inwardly squirmed. Would the fact that they were right next to each other look bad on her end?
She had a feeling by the end of the lesson, she was going to get a lot more than a simple speech. And she'd just finished up getting over the interesting reputation Makereth had caused them in the first lesson.
The punishments were working their magic on Uuni. She didn't want to face anymore of them.
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 6:08 pm
"L-let us continue, p-p-please. There is much to do." Ra'ffer finally spoke, shifting to stand straight, at his full six feet, five inches. The muscular man looked through his brow toward the other Weyrlings, his expression neutral despite his displeasure with the inefficient bickering.
Kalth said nothing throughout the conversation, sending his thoughts to the minds of his clutchmates after D'astel's words were heard. His cool, soft voice, a smoother match to Ra'ffer's, wasn't unkind as he spoke.
Perhaps in the future, we can all learn when it is appropriate to speak, and when it is simply ego pushing to the surface. Hopefully this is a lesson you can all pass on to Yours.
His eyes whirrled a relaxed blue and Ra'ffer clasped his large hands behind his back, turning resolutely to look at the Weyrleader.
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 8:03 am
Outspoken as she usually was, Rieta might very well have added her own shouting to the mix. She disliked conflict, and disliked disrespect yet more. She didn't much care for being punished for other people's crimes.
She opened her mouth, took a breath to speak and-
Hush, mine.
They're making fools of all of us.
No, it is alright. They are only a bit upset. We must be patient. You will not yell at them.
But--
If you want them to be silent, isn't it best that we are silent?
A sigh from Rieta, and for what it was worth, it wasn't a quiet sigh. But she managed to bite her tongue, giving Ra'ffer an admiring and almost envious look as he and Kalth but in their two cents.
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 7:52 pm
Sharath’s mouth opened in a look of outrage and surprise as the rider snapped back at her and she rose up on her hindlegs, ignoring Roheth’s words, and flaring wings in an aggressive display as she moved towards the pretentious human. Question her and Hers!? How dare he! She was right and he could not see that? Could not see Amelia’s points either!? I don’t have She— She cut off suddenly as Dorath broke in and her head snapped up to glare daggers at her mother. With no choice but to fall silent, the young gold snorted at the Senior Queen then returned her attention back to R’ysan, quite obviously communicating disgust and righteous indignation with looks and posture alone. If she could not speak, she could still use body language – unless of course, the Senior Queen chose to steal that means of expression from her as well. Tossing a disgruntled look at Dorath once more, she rumbled, tossing her head.
Amelia, for her part turned as D’astel spoke and nodded thankfully to Dorath when her dragon fell silent. When the punishment was handed down, she actually smiled as she mumbled, “No I’m not, but I deserve some semblance of common courtesy – as do you.” The chores would be nothing too difficult for her but she wisely kept her mouth shut, she knew better then to make things worse – she’d already involved the entirety of class in something that should not have been such a public spat. Sighing, she turned away from R’ysan and grabbed Sharath’s headknob to turn her away from the current object of her disgust.
As Amelia passed Ayishia, the goldrider lifted her gaze and met the other’s coolly, an apology held there, “Sorry. But I don’t think asking for a reduced punishment will get us anywhere better.”
When Kalth spoke, Sharath snorted again and shot him a look that dared him to speak further. Ego was not the point here, not for her – not for Amelia. It was about what was right and deserved not some stupidity borne of ego! Her rider, however, nodded towards that pair, apologizing again with a glance. Sharath needed to learn so much… with a sigh, Amelia plopped back into the sand separate from the rest of the Weyrlings with a weary, disappointed expression. “Stay with me Sharath, you’ve said your piece loud and clear.”
Leaning against her bonded as the gold dug into the warm sands and curled up with the attitude of a chastised child, Amelia could only hope she was capable enough of the impending responsibilities… and strong enough to handle Sharath. She would need to speak at length with the gold after this, try to drive home some points… the dragonet was not a stupid one – far from it – but, Amelia knew, she would be so easy to relax her apparently desperate grip on authority.
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Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2009 10:36 am
R'ysan eyes never left the gold even as the other blue started to lunge. He could see that one out of the corner of his eye and knew that if it broke free; he'd scramble. Of course if that did happen there'd be a mess on the sands because R'ysan would use everything available to keep him or Reg from getting hurt. His eyes followed up the young gold as her wings flared out as he took a breath in preparation but then it seemed that the larger gold mother had something to say on the matter. and D'astel spoke up.
He cocked his head and glanced back at D'astel feeling the excited rush slowly seeping from his muscles. D'astel's punishment - 3 days of work non stop. R'ysan didn't say much to it as he turned and checked on Reg, who seemed to have placed herself as his 'backup'. He could feel her mix of nervous plus the strange pull of the thrill seeker he was. It would be something that might take some time to come to terms with. She didn't want him to fight, and she might have scolded him for not thinking more about her in this, however, scolding him wouldn't change him - finding a balance would.
She thumped him with her head, Ugh. 3 days. What am I going to do for 3 days! She felt more frustrated by that than the actual incident because it infringed on her time. Oh she had much work ahead of her. It made her huff as she nudged R'ysan away from the other weyrlings to get them further from Jounoth.
R'ysan let her lead him on away from the others just enough to be at a comfortable distance. He wouldn't add any argument to the matter because the Weyrleader had the right to give him the chores. No matter, he'd do them. It didn't bother him to do work upon work. It's all he had done for most of his life so what was another three days? However, Reg was grumpy because of it and as she plopped down on to the sand, she waited for him to sit and wrapped her tail around him. Hopefully, that would keep him still.
As D'astel gave out the other punishment to include everyone else, R'ysan just sighed to himself. Yay team punishment. Now that's going to promote team players. Right!...NOT. Two hours of lecture meant no one was busting their butts with harder chores. Although, he almost rather be doing something physical than sitting around listening to someone yammer about events that had no meaning to him.
However, he was slightly amused by all the unhappy faces around him at the idea of a lecture as punishment. Especially, the blue rider across the way that just had to open her mouth. He wanted to tell her that she'd appreciate the lecture tomorrow considering she so wanted to know more than oiling and cutting meat. He felt she should be thankful he and Goldy got into a grouse because she'd Learn So Much More at the Lecture! Instead, he just smiled at her when Reg tightened her tail around his waist. Even if it would have been fun, maybe it wasn't worth the effort.
Awh Reg...he thought with a most laughable mental grin, She's really being quite silly. She should be thankful Goldy and I sported some trouble. She's going to get quite an education tomorrow morning. Since she wants to Learn so so badly.
However, he didn't have the same sort of thoughts for Ra'ffer. The man seemed pretty tactile with is feelings but in a much less aggravating manner. It didn't set off R'ysan and well seems rather distracting - At least the lisp was. The distraction brought a curious thought to R'ysan's head about what would it be like to have to deal with that on a day to day basis. Difficult? Probably so. In this world, any weakness could be considered a flaw.
In the end, R'ysan felt little remorse. He rarely ever felt remorse for being upfront and straight forward with his words or feelings. He didn't really care what others thought most of the time. He'd do the punishment without complaint and move forward in life as he always did. He had no doubts that he and Goldy would bump heads again. Although, her rider, well that might be another matter entirely. Amelia seemed to show a personality that was much different from what he expected. Interesting...
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Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2009 1:37 pm
Ayishia took the goldrider's comment with a grain of salt, though part of her was annoyed that Amelia insinuated that she might ask for a lesser sentence now that the punishment was already handed down. No, she already knew there was no wheedling out of this now. She was less offended by the gold rider to begin with as well, as she didn't start the whole thing. That particular dislike was reserved for R'ysan, whom she bestowed a look akin to what one might give after smelling runner dung after catching him smiling at her.
Ptoth sighed and leaned against Ayishia for comfort, his eyes whirling a calm blue now, daring to watch the gold dragonet settle with his rider back in the sands. At least she seemed to be relaxing now.
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Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2009 3:56 pm
"You're free to ramble all you want now, dragons." And by dragons, he meant Sharath. "But don't interfere with the lesson."
A better Weyrlingmaster would have been able to keep control without Dorath hovering over them, but as D'astel continuously reminded himself, he was not actually the Weyrlingmaster.
"I think we've had enough mouth exercise for now." Asking for mind exercise was too much for some of them. "So, let's tone the rest of our bodies. Riders, three laps around this hatching ground. Your dragon will stay off to the side and watch you, but as you can see, you'll never be out of their sight. Starting... Now!"
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Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2009 4:23 pm
Ayishia was not a fan of running or strong physical exercise to begin with, but now was not the time to complain. Obviously work like this was for a reason. She heard that the more fit you were, the better and easier riding a dragon was. How much of this was true, she didn't know.
Eager to set a good impression. she quickly set her hair back into a tight, rolled ponytail and gave Ptoth a quick chin caress while addressing him eye to eye.
Talk to some of your fellow dragons and mind D'astel. We don't need to be setting anymore negative light on either of us. Hopefully he'll give you something to do too for exercise, so we can do it together.
Ptoth hummed cheerfully and flicked his tail across the sands at such prospects, his mouth curving into a grin that might have looked somewhat competitive. Show them how good of a rider you are, mine. That you will do better than their best for the Weyr.
Ayi knew this wasn't a competition, but it wouldn't hurt to show some ambition, so she didn't bother correcting him. Plus, his encouraging words were endearing for a dragon so worried about failure. She gave him a final pat before standing and falling into an easy trot towards the outer rim of the sands as she brushed sand from her bottom at the same time. The last thing she needed was a quip from someone about her sandy rear.
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Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2009 5:48 pm
Two hours at sunrise? Seriously? Ugh. B'ram, however, was not about to complain. Besides, it wasn't like they were all sharing the real punishment - then he'd've been grumpy. He stayed quiet, hopping to his feet and setting off at a run at D'astel's command.
Nachith, however, disapproved of the situation entirely. R'ysan should not have made a scene. The greenrider should not have back-talked the Weyrleader/temporary Weyrlingmaster, or insulted the goldrider. It was completely out of line! Poor Regedth, with such a troublesome rider. Hopefully he would learn better soon.
The blue stood and meandered over to sit companionably near Regedth while the riders did laps.
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