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B'shir was relieved that the Weyrleader had come up with something for the class to do. A part of his mind wondered if D'astel hoped to tire his charges so that they couldn't ask any more inane questions or get into physical altercations, and if that was the case B'shir congratulated him whole-heartedly on his strategy. Three laps was longer than it sounded, considering the size of the hatching grounds. A'ram had always been insistent that his grandson keep physically fit, and so the distance wouldn't leave him completely enervated, but it would be a good workout. He enjoyed the mindlessness of physical work, to be honest.

Do I have to watch? I could run, too, Sakneth volunteered. It would be better than having to deal with all those other dragons. I'm sure they're all stupid and boring.

Stay, B'shir said firmly as he went to join the other weyrlings. He would have liked to do a few pre-run stretches, but he didn't think the Weyrleader would look kindly on delay, so he rolled his shoulders and neck as he walked and bounced on the balls of his feet a few times. Better that than nothing.

Sakneth moved sulkily toward his clutchmates and positioned himself in an aloof position. He wasn't in the mood to favor lesser creatures with his conversation. He kept his attention divided unevenly between watching B'shir and Teharth, with his human receiving the bulk of it. He would have loved to ignore the brown completely, but he didn't trust him.

K'han had to roll his eyes at the few who chose now to speak up. Sure, after D'astel assigned punishment for everyone, then you speak your objections!

At any rate, he gently hooked a hand around one of Roheth's headknobs and led the reluctant bronze back to their seat. He met D'astel's eyes just long enough to nod a silent affirmation that he'd heard and understood, even if he didn't necessarily agree with the Weyrlingmaster's decision. Complaining wouldn't help. It was important to be stoic in these kinds of situations, set a good example.

Anyway, the penalty could've been a lot worse. K'han had gotten in enough sticky situations as a rambunctious kid around the Weyr, that the whole punishment thing sort of bounced off him. The lecture would be long and boring, and he would probably fall asleep at least once, but D'astel could have just assigned them all to their least favorite chores and had done with it. With Jilis, there was the chance (however small) of learning something remotely interesting.

Or maybe that was just the irrepressible optimism talking. Hard to tell.

Roheth was... less than thrilled at how completely his efforts had been ignored. The bronze's eyes whirled unhappy colors, though he followed his rider's example and stayed still and silent. At D'astel's command he followed the other dragonets off to one side, with only a soft nudge at K'han's side. Do your best.

When have I not? Now this was more up his alley! K'han, oddly enough, found the prospect of running laps to be something of a relief. Naturally a high-energy, physically active sort of person, he took much more readily to doing than to sitting and listening. Three laps around wasn't exactly a casual stroll, but it hardly sounded like an impossible task!

And... well, if a little bit of a competitive streak came out, and if he started trying to pass a few of the slower weyrlings... It was all in fun, right? Not a race, didn't matter who came in first. K'han would just like it to be him, that's all.

R'ysan winked at Ayishia even as she scowled at him then flashed a smile as he turned away. Oh he didn't mind one single bit that she didn't like him. Why should he care what she thought? So he glanced down at Reg as soon as the Weyrleader called for the run and left it at that.

Just hang out here a bit Reg. Time for a few laps.

But I'd rather be running with you than sitting here.

Yeah yeah. Well, I'll be done soon enough. It's not like this is difficult. he smirked as sprinted off across the sands to do his laps. Wasn't like 3 laps was any big deal but probably for others it might have been tough. But it gave him a chance to stretch out and let go for a bit and go into his own mental space for a short time.

Reg sighed and huffed just a hair not sure what to do with her spirited rider at times. Actually she was more frustrated with herself because she was still too young to keep up with him. She wanted to be as spirited and free to do whatever she felt like just like him So she wanted to hurry up and become and adult quickly. However, growing up had other disadvantages because she still wanted to be small enough so she could go everywhere with her rider even in the tunnels and to dinner. She liked human things...shiny human things. So many toys and she wanted them all!

Then she noticed that a sibling had sat beside her as she had been lost in thought. Oh hello, Nachith, how are you? she said while trying to keep her own personal frustration from bleeding over. Most probably would have related it to R'ysan rather than her own feelings about herself but still she didn't want to share that.

R'ysan didn't bother to compete with the others as he ran but was rather amused as he saw Amelia towards the front. He wondered if this was because they let her in front or if she got there under her own power. Either way as far as he was concerned, this jog was more for himself than anything. He didn't care who finished first. So he tested his muscles as he ran and made note of the areas he'd need to strengthen. Hey Reg, if you want to help me out...let's try a memory game. Remember, Right leg, Hamstring - tight. I need to do some stretches later.

Reg looked puzzled for a moment and flopped her tail on to her feet, Hamstring. Ok. Ummm....right leg. Are you sure its the right leg?

Yes, its my right leg. Can you remember that?

Yes of course I can! she squinted and watched R'ysan's legs as he ran. She probably could remember but...how long she remained interested in remembering was another story.

Lofrewth's jumping and howling served only to cement his impression that chromatic dragons were lower on the scale of intelligence and poise than he, and greens were obviously at the bottom end of the scale. A part of his mind wondered if he should make allowances for her behavior because of that, but in the end he decided not to. It was his duty to point out to her that she looked like an idiot and was embarrassing not only herself but her rider and dragons in general.

Sakneth narrowed his eyes at his striped sister and asked in a scathing tone, Have you been stung by something, or are you just simple-minded?

The young bronze couldn't believe his idiot sister wanted their clutchmates to join her in putting on her moronic display. Are you hoping the humans will run faster if you keep that up? I can see how that might work, but they'd undoubtedly be running away from you, and in no hurry to return. You look like you're having a fit.

B'shir was oblivious to this exchange, which was probably for the best, as he probably would have run over to Sakneth and done as Janga had done with her blue. That is, punch the damnfool dragon. There were definitely times when B'shir wondered if that was the only way to get through to Sakneth. Not that he'd ever tried it, but if he'd any idea how cutting Sakneth could be to others he would be sorely tempted. He was used to bearing the bronze's abuse, himself, but that was different completely.