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Remia chuckled, but only at the question, not the other's expression. "Oh, yes. Usually as bluntly as possible, but she doesn't have any rancor behind it, like some people would. She doesn't ask too many questions, but she does watch very closely when she sees something that catches her interest."

She reached out to rub Triths' near eyeridge with a tender smile, and a muted rumble of pleasure escaped the green as the inner lid closed over the faceted eye.

"The other day she almost had her head in my lap to watch my needlepoint, when I was out here in the bowl. I think if she had the fingers for it, she would have insisted on having a try at it." The teen grinned at the memory.

You enjoy it, so it is interesting, mine. Trith turned her muzzle up slightly to look at the two humans. Despite having grown considerably, it was no surprise that she wasn't yet as large as Datiath.

Farin crossed her arms, and faintly shook her head while pressing a finger against her forehead. Never without a hinge. She glanced over at L'mur, who had come limping up. She was a bit surprised to see that he remarked on her dragon's comment, although she was already aware of his abilities. "I suppose I'll have to start bringing fellis before we even start with the hard work." She ran a hand through her hair, and decided that with the most of the class arrived, it was time to get down to actual work. She leaned forward and picked up a small sack she had with her, and with it, collected different colored balls.

"I'd like each of you to take one ball from this sack." She motioned to the bag, filled with red, green, yellow, and blue colored balls. "Carry the ball as far away from your dragonet as possible, and switch balls with another Weyrling. Once you have your new color, instruct your dragon to tell you what color your ball is, without showing them the actual ball. They must be able to see through your eyes and thoughts to see the color of the ball. This shouldn't be too hard for them to do- but we'll be slowly working on adapting your ability to relay messages and images. Your dragons will do the same momentarily."

She stepped back, and let them at the sack. "Please begin. And do not lie if your dragon could not guess the color." She threatened, and squinted her eye.

"I'm really sorry," he apologized once more. "It won't happen again." With a curt nod, L'mur instructed Saranth to stay where she was. He reached into the bag, selected a ball, and limped away, trying not to put too much weight on his ankle.

Saranth obeyed reluctantly, still not convinced that her rider wasn't "broken." L'mur reassured her mentally, impressing on her the need to listen to him and Moth. I'm fine, I promise, Saranth. Now is the time for training.

Walking off any lingering fatigue, T'nel listened to Farin's orders carefully. He dropped his hand into the bag and selected the first ball his fingers brushed against -- a green one. As he begane to walk away, he felt panic begin to seep into his mind: Falmanth was not happy.

Mine? the dragonet questioned plaintively, watching T'nel's retreat. His eyes whirled faster, a flicker of anxious yellow tinging their normally green-blue. He wasn't as worried as some of the others; at least, not yet. T'nel was proud of him for that, and hastened to mentally reassure him.

Don't worry, Fallie. Farin says we're training. I'm not leaving you. he said comfortingly. He felt the blue's hesitant, tentative agreement, and the mild panic faded from his mind. Falmanth would let him go, but he wouldn't let his rider out of his sight. T'nel couldn't help but grin.

Once he was far enough away, T'nel looked around, feeling a little foolish.

"So, I suppose we switch now, right?"

T'nel, G'dor and Ra'el walked up to the group that included N'tren. The others who had finished running were now gathering in groups. Turning to those near him, N'tren held out his ball but blocked the view from Datiath and the other dragonets.

His had been yellow.

"Switch?"

((ooc|| Ack, sorry for the late posting.))

J'riar had turned to worriedly watch L'mur once Natroth informed him that the other boy had been injured. Well, if he 'wasn't broken' like the little blue said, then maybe he just needed to rest his ankle. That would be the best way to avoid damage after all...as Farin began to speak, the brunette turned his attention to her. "Balls, eh...?" Muttering to himself, J'riar reached into the bag, pulling out a red one. Glancing idly around at the other Weyrlings, J'riar casually approached T'nel, seeing as he had a different color.

"Well, this'll be--" Distress suddenly seeped into his mind, and he saw Natroth attempting to follow him. No Natroth, you need to stay. This is training. I'll be back, I promise. He attempted to put an edge into his 'voice', trying to sound serious. ...You'll come back mine... He seemed to be stating J'riar's comment in an attempt to reassure himself. The little blue's eyes whirled quickly, tail lashing in his unhappiness, but he did as he had been told.

"Poor guy..." The young man shook his head, then glanced wryly at T'nel. "Guess so. You've got a different color then me..." He held out the hand with the ball in it, using his fist to careful conceal what color it was so Natroth or Falmanth couldn't catch a glimpse.

Switching randomly with one of the other weyrlings, N'tren opened his palm and it revealed a dark blue ball. He stared down at his, cupped it in his hands so that Datiath could not see its color. Moving away from the others just a little, the bronze rider-to-be wanted a little quiet. In his mind, he began to imagine the ball. Thinking of the dark blue of the taperesties in his father's hall and the dark blue of the sky after the sun had fallen. Imagery was everything, Farrin had told them.

Why are you thinking so hard, mine? Datiath broke curiously into his thoughts.

Can you not see what I am thinking? You must see what is in my mind.

N'tren tried to focus a little more and think of round objects. The sun, the ball...in his mind he combined the dark blue and the round object, hoping Datiath would get the idea.