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As the weyrlingmaster set off, Viridith moved right to the edge of the circle she and the other dragonets had been placed in and stood rigid. Wings half unfurled and head occasionally tilting to a different angle, she drank in every detail of the man's movements. This was important. This was good. Everything about what the mature rider was doing was perfectly precise. She was going to enjoy this.

K'ro too watched the drill carefully, although without the savage intensity of his partner. When it came to his turn to move up, he nodded once to F'ren and stepped into the pattern behind another pair.

Despite the attention he had paid to the weyrlingmaster's demonstration, K'ro immediately found himself less than perfect. At some points he hesitated, and at one or two he turned the wrong way; at one point this led to him bumping into F'ren. After murmuring a soft apology however he moved on, unrattled by his mistake. For now he supposed mistakes couldn't be avoided, there was no cause to worry about them, only to correct them; keep calm and carry on, as the saying went.

As he finished his first lap, he heard Viridith hiss both aloud and inside his head. "That was alright," she told him, "but you can do better; again Mine, this time I'll work it though with you, we'll remember between us."

She meant only mentally, she was still intending to wait for the signal to actually join him. Interesting how he knew that even though her words had been ambiguous... But this was not the time to focus on the nature of bonds. Looping back around to the start of the patter, K'ro waited for a gap in the weaving pairs of weyrlings before stepping out again. This time, with Viridith's staccato-voiced commentary on where he should be turning along with his own memory of the drill, he did rather better, managing not to squash F'ren even once (though he did still pause at a couple of points).

As Hers made a rather better showing of walking the drill, Viridith gave a pleased rumble and sat back on her haunches, eyes spinning bright blue. "Much better," she purred, "we shall be good at this. Patience, discipline. That is what drills need, and that is what we have. We shall work at this until we are perfect." She would not allow things to go any other way. The green wasn't considering how well or badly any other couple might fare, only on herself and Hers; the perfection of others would only matter if the lack of it got in the way of K'ro's and her own performance.

V’al said nothing and followed his partner into the course. At first he wasn’t sure why this required partners except for the sake of interaction, but it wasn’t long before they started having to correct one another. He fumbled more at first until catching the gist of the symbols, but once it started making sense the track went well. He told Lerath to come watch from the edge of the ring to avoid being constantly questioned incessantly by the riled dragonet, but even without the distraction G’brel suffered from he didn’t finish the course perfectly.

I think I have it.Lerath chimed the moment V’al stepped out of the track. I saw the parts you did wrong. I think I could walk it.

V’al gave his dragon an appraising look. He was not surprised. Lerath was becoming well known for him memory. The blue questioned everything constantly, and His was too busy to carry out interviews through, he was usually exploring or taking the spare moment to sleep so he could begin again quickly as possible. It pushed V’al’s patience sometimes, but it was impossible to become truly annoyed with his dragon. “G’brel, I’m bringing Lerath in.”

Lerath started the course behind him, so V’al was left to work it from memory. Lerath had the cleverness to make suggestions when he hesitated, but it was the rustle of wings and otherwise unusual silence that made him glance back. He blinked. “What are you doing?” he said aloud.

Lerath cocked his head, wings frozen. One was thrust straight out, pointing up, and the other half tucked and down. I am imagining doing this in the air. You will be sitting, but I will have to bank and turn a great deal. he answered as if it were the plainest thing in the world.

“You look ridiculous.” V’al informed.

I will not be when we begin flying. I will be stunning. Now lead, this pattern is a little harder than I thought.

V’al stared at him a moment more, then suddenly bit back a smile. Keep it up then, he answered, and returned to the drill before the next pair could catch up. They still did not run it perfectly with Lerath’s imagined aerials making distraction, though after a few more tries it was Lerath leading the way, slowly but gracefully merging his wings movements from one position to the next. There was more to flying than just wings of course, but V’al felt satisfied with their performance and went to rest beside the track and watch the others.

"Hu, I would have said its like memorizing the maps of the trader tails. Much the same thing I would think." The first run through was a disaster, for S'kor, far as going through it correctly. He was so busy attempting to get the pattern down in his head that more often then not he mis-stepped. Hopefully he hadn't stepped on anyone's toes. 'Do not worry Mine about memorizing it. We will go through it until it become ingrained.'

It didn't help his concentration when a blue dragon decided to join them, following along behind His. S'kor almost laughed as he glimpsed from the corner of his eye blue wings doing all sorts of things. It certainly seemed as though he was really getting into the feel of it.

'Mine, I would like to join you now so we may learn it together. You have had one run through.' Well it looks like dragons are joining. Why not ask Plexith if he would care to join us as well? S'kor looked at his partner. "Scarath wants to join us now. That alright with you?"

'Mine will get better Plexith. We will do this until it is more than a memory. Let's go join Ours for the next walk through. It will be better to learn it together.' Scarath rose to his feet and moved around the crimson. He crooned softly to let others know he was coming up behind them, but he didn't want to startle them.

Optheli fidgeted with impatience. When was it going to be their turn? Pairs went in, until they were finally next. She almost rushed it wanting to give it a try; the thought that Akaya or the pair ahead might not appreciate another group right at their heels. When a good distance had opened up Optheli took her first steps in.

It was a lot more complex than she'd expected. Several times she'd actually taken quite a few steps in the wrong direction, before her partner or her dragon corrected her. Her cheeks flushed slightly. 'Do you think Grawareth will notice if I do it perfectly Mine?' Dynith glanced at the large brown sitting with the others. It would be nice if he noticed, but horrible if what he noticed was just her messing up.

The girl grinned. If he doesn't I certainly will Dynith! That's why we're practicing here, so that can we fix any mistakes we make. It'll be better to work the kinks out down here rather than up there.

N'ymi and Daroth waited for their turns to begin. Looking over at N'ain and his dragon, she could only hope that they would not screw them up. Daroth was staring intently at how the Weyrling Master and the Crimsonrider were moving, trying to catch their every move.

N'ymi tried to focus as well, hoping that they would not bump into each other. "Ready?"