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Malta shrunk down a little in her seat.
<... my answer was stupid...> she said, hugging the basket.


Poecileth gently put her forepaws on Malta's thigh, leaning in over the basket.

Malta opened her basket a little too quickly.
Oh!
Kn... Knots. She was... actually a dragonrider now. Did that mean she would... She wasn't sure what it meant. She could be a healer and a dragonrider, right? It wasn't like old times. Master Bereck was a rider and a healer. A really good healer.
Poecileth thought that the concept of healing suited Malta.
She nosed at the charcoal, snuffling and nearly sneezing.
Malta, embarrassed that she hadn't brought anything to take notes with, quickly scooped up the journal and the charcoal. She'd have to take lots of notes...
Poe said, puzzled.
She was right. Yes. Malta put the journal aside and instead stared at the oil.
For oiling her dragon, right? Okay. Okay she could do that.

and the fruit.
What was that fruit for?
Nervously, she popped one in her mouth and savored it quietly, feeling like she wanted to shrink to nothing.
Undereating. What a stupid answer...

Rok'na and Cyanath
"Keeping them quiet might be a good idea." Rok'na volenteered, eying Marue and Sturnuth. The loud little gold, along with one of the grays had both had their lives threatened. Sturnuth had made sure everyone knew it, after all. The new rider yawned, still half asleep after the previous day and the night's party. Even after the other weyrlings had gone home, he nor Cyanath could sleep. The two had hardly slept, and the result had turned out to be a half asleep weyrling, and a half asleep little blue curled beside him.

Oddaye on the other hand had given up on trying to get the boys to sleep, and the little gold firelizard perched alert upon her bonded's shoulder. She pushed images of the others standing and introducing themselves and their dragons, images of the baskets with a patient waiting. Rok'na nudged Cyanath, the blue dozing through their first lesson. Wake up and go get a basket.
I don't wanna. Cyanath grumbled, curling tighter. He had hardly been asleep, anyhow.
Oddaye gave a small huff, and flitted over to the basket, tugging at its handle to no avail.
Cyanath rose with a groan. He did not want. He wanted sleep. That was what he wanted. He wanted to listen in on the lesson, you know, keep an ear out for any useful bits. And then he wanted food. And then sleep. It was simple. Still, there was no way Oddaye was going to lift the basket. He had to say he liked the little lizard, even if she was a tiny little tyrant.
C'mon, give me that.
He wasn't sure if the little creature could actually hear, but she seemed to understand. As the blue lifted the basket, the little one eyed gold scurried atop his large, gawky head to perch upon the long, backswept knobs. At least she seemed pleased.
"Oh yeah. And I'm Rok'na--That's Cyanath and Oddaye." He momentarily wondered over what else there was to be said. He would have mentioned that he had been a guard, but from what he understood that didn't seem to matter. Cyanath perked up just long enough to prance back to his bonded's side.

Marue and Sturnuth
"Hello, All~" Marue sidled in, likely the last but at very least drastically late. Sturnuth kept close to her side. While Marue stood steady, the wounds of the previous day throbbed. "I do hope you'll forgive our lateness." She stroked Sturnuth's head lovingly, and the yellow crooned. "My baby was hungry, and it took absolutely forever to wash and oil..." The girl gave a labored sigh, "You know how it is."
Sturnuth sniffed the air, and reached out to Cyanath.
Enjoying your nap, 'Nath?

The blue popped an eye open, watching his sister with a smirk. I catch the Z's where I can. Least I'm not the one who slept in.

Sturnuth gave a toothy grin. Yes, well I do as I please. Her thoughts were sweet, dripping with a feral intensity. What'd we miss?

Cyanath yawned, Not too much. Get a basket, introduce yourselves, add to the 'How not to kill your dragon' list. I think that covers it.

Sturnuth turned toward the small gathering of baskets, My brother says we're supposed to introduce ourselves and get a basket. Something about how not to kill your dragon.
"Well that should be simple enough." Marue straightened herself as Sturnuth headed toward the baskets. She had no idea that the prisoners were to take yellow. However, she was yellow. So obviously the yellow ones were for the awesome dragons.
"Allright, well, I'm Marue, and this is Sturnuth. And if it's alright, I'd like to make a clarification." Though the young woman asked permission, she did not wait for it, "Sturnuth is not gold, and we would appreciate if you would stop calling her such. She is a yellow, and should be treated as such. As for the list...." She thought a moment, tapping her index finger on her lip. "Don't let M'onk know they have any opinions of their own, and certainly don't let him know if they disagree." She gave a shrug, something subtle shifting in her expression. For an instant the girl bore that same feral intensity. "Of course if you really want to make sure your dragons are safe, one would have to remove M'onk from the equation completely." The bright and happy tone had left her words, leaving the impression of something caught between a growl and a purr. They weren't the sort of thing that most people liked to hear out loud, but it was true. Sturnuth seated herself next to her bonded, and couldn't have looked more pleased.

Irath questioned, setting down the basket and showing his snout into it, nosing about the things.

"Irath..." J'in frowned, leaning over to take the book and paused, touching the pages thoughtful. "It's a journal not a book," he corrected mildly and put it back with the other items. Books are already filled with words. He listened to V'tyai and stood.

"Don't piss off M'onk," he said dryly. "Example, don't undermine his authority by writing letters to anyone outside Warden's, until the Dragonwatch has finished with their investigation and probably months after, about the fiasco of the hatching and what happen with the queen rider."

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<'I know, I... just don't want to recall any of that at the moment Irath. Shush.' "For us that have more influential well off families, it is probably best if we don't send letters to feed the rumor mill." He had thought about writing a letter to his family about Irath, to just to finish cutting away the last remaining ties. Mentioning he bonded to a grey dragon... his parents might attempt to keep it hush but things always managed to get out.

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"It is going to get out, but we should let it get out on M'onk's or the dragonwatch's timeline." Done. He sat down and picked up a candied fruit, popping it in his mouth and sucked the sugar from it.

The first few started off well enough. Having Malta be the first one to speak came as a bit of a surprise, her and B'yte actually being helpful. It gave him faith in the future, if only vaguely. V'tyai took pity on the frightened girl, his only weakness outside of pastries (and possibly a wherhandler), and made his face slightly less full of scowl than before.

"Under eating is an excellent example. As a hatchling, they'll often become very hungry at random times. Just like with humans or canine pups, dragons can't always tell the difference between hungry and full which can make it difficult to always gauge. If you think your dragon is full, stop for twenty minutes. If it is still hungry, feed it. Don't assume it is hungry because it is a baby and that is their natural state of being." The weyrlingmaster paused and pointed to B'yte next. "Excellent point. It's why fighting an sex are off the table for the next three seasons: the intense feelings that are involved are likely to send a baby between."

Then Ja'kki. Then V'tyai's most epic lineface ever.

"Don't be a shaffing stupid wherrie? Yes. Don't say that as if it's something to be proud of, you egotistical footwart. Erase that smile from your face. You were stupid. You were, in fact, the biggest idiot there. That is not your job until you have graduated and you knew that. Next?"

Hiemal came next and with something other than rampant silliness Annoying as he could be at times at least the boy had enough sense to not tackle someone after Impression. "No, lying to Watchriders is not something I advise. There is no 'wink wink' subtext to my statement: do not lie. Perhaps keep personal speculation quieter than usual but they are not the bad guys." As much as he was loathe to admit it. V'tyai blinked and Ogbanuth lazily passed on Haliths inquiry. Attacking someone is messing up. Attempting to escape. Murder. Treason. Attempted murder. Violent crimes. All crippling is a judgement all on my end. M'onk has some say but I will let you defend yourself and present witnesses but there is no formal appeal process. As the rider and the criminal, you will likely also face physical punishment along with your dragon. Once you graduate, this is not a threat, but you will be held to the same standards and rules as the other dragonriders of Pern."

But Marue. She crossed a very wide line in a ridiculously short amount of time. His eyes narrowed in on her razor sharp and cold. The weyrlingmasters face froze into a mask of ice cold nothingness save for his narrowed, burning eyes.

"Leave." He said in a tone that a glacier would be proud of. "Go to my office. Wait there. That sort of talk will not be tolerated in any way. Get out of this class immediately, Marue."

And with that,, he dismissed her, temporarily ignoring the girl in favor of students not already putting themselves out there to be crippled. He looked to Saain and nodded. "Should anything happen, I am available at any time. All of you are officially my social life. Saain, my apologies, honestly, I should have sent them to you to begin with. That's my fault entirely. If you go to the infirmary, i will have a dragonhealer there for you." Then to J'in and another nod. He'd not quite managed to look simply grumpy but... close enough. "Very good point. Feel free to tell them you've Impressed and, for you prisoners, that you will be free in the next year, or at the very least, no longer prisoners. Any letters bbeing sent out will be looked at but only in the standard manner.

"Mind altering anything, yes." He glanced to R'vyn, eyeing up the boy. Healer. Quiet. Nice enough. Friends with the little wilty one? V'tyai made a mental note to talk to him about it later, see if somehow he - V'tyai - could figure out a way to make her less... weepy. Flinching. She shouldn't have to be so afraid. "No alcohol, no drugs, no funny furry plants you find on the wall of your rooms. You all may think I'm kidding but I've seen it. As for the over eating, anything larger than your dragons tongue at first is a choking hazard. A boy in my own weyrlingclass lost his bonded of only two days from it."

He sighed and rubbed his forehead, scratching out some notes with his free hand. "If anyone is ever worried about their personal safety or that of their dragon, ever, at any point day or night, alert me. I will come to you. Now - we're going to have homework. We're going to have a schedule. Same time every day, we meet here. Feed your dragons, oil them, arrive on time. I promise it's not difficult. Any questions?"

For much of the entire lesson Marti had remained almost silent, preferring to let Vit take the reigns as Boss Man (since he was) while she merely listened. This 'taking the backseat' in things was becoming a more and more common action for the woman, given being bonded to Dan, but Marti didn't view it as a bad thing. It allowed her to focus better, understand people and catch their little nuances. Maybe even better deduct how they'd act.

.....However no amount of forward contemplating thought could have prepared her for the words that left Marue's mouth.

In hindsight, it would all become obvious, and Marti knew she'd be shrugging about it over a pint of ale in five hours or so, but at that moment? Well, it was a good thing that Dan hadn't heard, and double good that Vit was in charge and addressed the matter in seconds. Marti may have smacked the girl once or twice otherwise. Maybe three times. ....Actually, she probably would've punched her, simply because such outright stupidity deserved a punch to the face.

It didn't come to that, thankfully, but Marti shoved her hands behind her and leaned her back a bit deeper against the barren tree. Hiemal's metallic, scathing remarks only made her toe the dirt awkwardly. She was waiting for Maru'e response to it all, and admittingly that was like waiting for a bomb to drop. Being a weyrling assistant was FUN.

J'in & Irath

Irath chirred, sprawling over J'in's lap and stretched out fully. The grey twitched his tail, head lifting as V'tyai spoke. He chirped at his sibling and wiggled till J'in obliged him with a belly rub.

Intense feelings . I never been a fighter... not beyond a few quarrels but it never ended up in a physical fight. J'in rubbed over Irath's short neck, seeking out wayward patches of dry skin. I'm not worried about the second one. He did not wish to have a talk to
Irath about his lack of sex life or even explain the act to a hatching. He sighed and picked up a second piece of candied fruit.

<Sturnuth, sister. I care for you and love you but could you stop antagonizing Candidate master V'tyai. I know you are intelligent enough to know when to wait.> Irath sent, giving a chirp as J'in scratched a spot under his chin. Irath replied to J'in.

I am just reminded of my family. On that subject, how do you wish to be addressed in the letter? J'in asked, switching subjects and remaining quiet.

Saain and Serinuth

"Thank you," Saain said mildly. "I don't believe you have anything to apologize for sir. The hatching was a ... chaotic mess," not the strongest description but certainly a more polite one. "Serinuth was not in any danger at that moment nor now." She did not fault V'tyai in his priorities. "We will head to the infirmary after class though."

Serinuth fluttered her wings in distress, soft voice reaching out to both Ogbanuth and Saain. She didn't want to be touched by anyone but her Saain and she warbled, keeping close to her rider's bright yellow skirts.

You need to be looked at Serinuth, love. They should not need to touch you at all. Saain reassured, wrapping her dragon in a warm hug. "I will be there and I'll handle your wings. I can't chance your health."

Serinuth whispered softly, eyes whirling slightly yellow in her distress. She shivered and folded her wings, unhappy.

"Not for this, no more than a single look see ."