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(( Gawd, T'lon will never survive the Weyrling class with as forgetful I am. ))

T'lon was still lecturing himself by the time ran to meet everyone at the Weyrling lessons. He ran even faster just to catch up with the Weyrling who were already beginning to proceed down to the Weyr Bowl. The rest of the time was filled with activities that T'lon found interesting. It was better then being back at the Hold with a scroll of letters held up to your face. I would hope so mine... Malzirth said in an amused tone. His mother would lecture him on the importance of education whilst his father drilled it in his head that education wasn't a requirement if you were a Blacksmith.

He liked the game picking a certain colored ball and keeping it away from spying eyes. Although he couldn't say the same about Malzirth, who liked looking at the pictures rather then the colored balls. The brown stretched his wings out before turning to concentrate on the next exercise. At first Malzirth wasn't sure what the image was, it was green and plant like, but it had intricate designs on it. Mine, I think it's a... before finishing his sentence he sent the image of the fern.

He stood there concentrating as a blurred image entered his mind. Both dragonet and weyrling had to focus a moment longer before the image purified to reveal the fern. Oh, it's a fern! declared T'lon triumphantly. It was only moments before Moth sent further instructions. The next image was of the sparkling ocean, it's waves would be roaring as they rolled onto the beach. This time it didn't take as long as the last before T'lon saw the picture clear in his mind.

(( Hopefully I did this correctly. XD;

T'lon rolled a 4 and Malzirth (Brown dragon) +2 for memory tasks... = 6 ))

((Ugh, I'm so inactive. -shame- =__= I'm sorry again...now to see the number.))

The big one sends us another picture mine. Natroth's voice was excited, but in control. He liked this game, liked having J'riar do the work instead of him. J'riar nodded wearily, knowing he hadn't done so great with the fern image. Both Natroth's concentration, and his ability to figure things out needed to improve. "Okay Natroth...focus on the image okay? Don't let you mind wander." The little blue huffed a sigh, though would agree. It was hard just to focus on the image, and nothing else.

J'riar closed his eyes for a moment, feeling for his connection with Natroth. There it was. Hazel eyes slid open, and J'riar chewed at his lip for half a second. "...An ocean. The sea." A croon was his reward, and Natroth's eyes whirled in pleasure. Mine is clever. Mine guessed perfectly. I focused well. A relieved grin spread over the young man's face, and he leaned over to scratch at the blue's eyeridges. "You did; because of you, it wasn't hard this time." Ego swelling with this praise, the little blue crooned happily once more, then eagerly waited for more instructions.

The brunette sighed to himself, relieved that he had done all right this time. It was discouraging to not do well, but he learned that there was no point in mulling over the past. Especially when the future could be changed so simply, with a little hard work. Even though he hated hard work...

((*bellyslithers in* c.c <.<))

Fria had been standing as far apart as she could from the other weyrlings during the exercises. Today was the first day of her cycle--right on schedule--and she was not feeling like her sociable self in the least. Dmiath couldn't be made to understand that her rider wasn't sick or injured, nor--as much as she wanted to--could Fria just curl up in her bunk and sleep the ugly day away as her green seemed to think she should.

So, here they were instead, tossing balls around--an entirely useless exercise, the baker thought with unwonted sourness--and trading images with each other. Much to Fria's frustration--as much as she was usually patient with Dmiath's ditziness--the little green couldn't seem to stay on-task for more than thirty seconds at a time. And THAT was if they were lucky.

The orange image from Moth had just confused the little green. Hadn't they just finished the ball exercise? Why did she need to think about ANOTHER ball? Why couldn't she see it? Why why why why--

Fria pressed her fingers to her temples, pretty face screwing up with frustration. Hush, Mia! Just hush and listen to what the big green says!

That shut the dragonet up as the little green lapsed into a momentary agony of hurt and confusion. Are you mad at me? she finally asked, her mindvoice very small indeed. I don't want you to be mad at me, mine...

The baker-turned-weyrling let out a gusty sigh, nearly moved to tears by her lifemate's sudden wounded befuddlement. It was like kicking a puppy--and by no means was she MAD at the little dragon. No, dear heart, I'm not mad at you. I'm just short-tempered. Figuring Mia might not "get" the idea of a temper, or a lack of one, she added, I'm not feeling good. My stomach hurts.

This prompted a sympathetic warble from Dmiath, who'd all but forgotten the previous moment's upset. She took a wobbly step or two forward, before sitting down hard on her haunches as Moth sent along the image of a sky. The big green sends another picture! she declared. I'll think about it very hard...

No rest for the wicked, or the cramp-ridden. Fria closed her eyes again, letting out her breath in a gusty sigh and trying to reach back down her link to her lifemate. Indistinct and fuzzy dark shapes swirled dizzingly in and out of focus, studded with bits and drabs of light. Eventually, Dmiath seemed to settle on how to send the image she'd been given, and it began to take on a recognizable shape...

Or lack of one. "...a dark...the sky? Is it the night sky?" Fria groped for the answer aloud.

It is, it is! My Fria is so clever! Close enough for Dmiath's purposes, anyhow.

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edit: 2 x_x))

Ready for the next one? L'mur asked, rather pleased with their former success. He reached out mentally, trying to find that tenuous connection that made the difference between simply hearing his dragon and receiving images.

I think so. Saranth filled her rider's mind with grey and green and blue and white, with a hint of movement. L'mur's brow creased. Why was the image so blurry? Where was the definition? They'd been so successful before... maybe he'd been too hasty, too sure of himself. Do you not see it? the little green asked, distressed. You saw it before... I'm sorry, love.

L'mur sighed, biting his lip. I can't tell what it is. Something grey and moving...

((Four plus memory bonus of one=five; good success))

Datiath had managed to send the image of the orange to N'tren though it had taken him longer than some of the other dragonets. Now that he had an idea of what to do and focus on, the little bronze was feeling much more confident.

This time the image was of a dark sky. Like the one now; the sky looked so ready for rain yet not a drop had fallen. The bronze turned his multi-faceted eyes upwards and focused his mind very hard.

Can you see what is in my mind, love? It is something we both know very well.

N'tren had to concentrate on this image. It was not definite like the orange had been. Strange, he should know this image. The orange had been an hard image for both of them to recieve. Taking a deep breath and exhaling, the weyrling recognized cloud shapes and darkness.

"A stormy sky?"

Close, my rider.

"A dark sky, like a night time sky?" The soon to be bronze rider more confirmed than guessed this time.

That is right!

Farin rubbed her temples somewhat. There was always so much to do that it was hard to keep everything all in one place in her mind. As if in attempt to clear her thoughts of it, she shook her hands from the corners of her hips, and decided that now was probably the time to give the dragonets a rest. There was only so much that could be accomplished without them loosing attention, and it already appeared that some of them were struggling keeping focus. This was to be expected, of course.

"Alright then. Please try to continue doing such practices on your own time, but for now, do not worry if your dragonet may have some problems sharing information. No one is perfect the first time- and to show you what I mean-" She suddenly dipped her fingers down beneath her class objects, and withdrew another wooden box. "We'll be constructing your Weyrling knot now during the break. You will thread two strings together- one of blue, and one of silver. They criss-cross quite a bit, and really the only way to get it is to try over and over to get it."

She held up the knot, and did an example of crossing the stringers together. She did so effortlessly, but only because she had only recently had to do a reknotting of hers to make the unabashedly complicated Weyrling master knot, which hung at her shoulders. "You only need to do one, but most of you may want to do two to pin to your jackets. When you advance in flight training, then you will add a tail to this, marking you as flight capable dragonriders. When you finally graduate- you will be presented with one ready-made." She did not note, however, that every knot after that they'd have to make on their own.

"Alright, so. Get to that." She said sharply, and clapped her fingers together. Vera, nearby, mistook this as a calling for her, and she popped from between to land on her arm, and began to gnaw somewhat on the Weyrling master's thumb.

Farin attempted to shoo her, but when she remained, she moved back to sit on the rock. While they attempted to tie the knots, she supposed it was as good a time as ever to give them 'the talk.' But already this was becoming rather agitatious in her mind.

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