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Weyrlingmaster F'sey rumbled softly to himself, watching the first of the weyrlings filter in. They might be happy now, he noted to himself, but how could they not be? There was nothing like Impressing, nothing in the entire universe. Which was, of course, why it was so important to take care of one's dragon. Once enough of the newly-made riders made there way in, F'sey cleared his voice and looked around.

"Alright, listen up. We're starting now and anyone who arrives after this point is late. I'm going to give you a few rules and I'm not going to repeat myself. One, never put yourself, your dragon or anyone else here in physical danger. Two, no talking while I'm talking. And three, should you ever get it in your small little hard to argue with me, know that you will get everything you deserve." F'sey flashed the group a toothy smile.

"Now, feeding your dragons. Any volunteers?"

[[ OOC: It is up to you to decide if your pair was on time, but do know there will be trouble for the late ones. This thread will last about a week, perhaps a little longer. This is also set before the Weyrling Gather. ]]

((OH thats right. C_C Meet your volunteer. XD *points at Zara* Firelizard punishment. C_C))
R'ale grimaced nervously, putting an arm around the blue Jaereth's shoulders and tried to look a little smaller than usual. He'd gotten here on time, though he was still yawning as a result, and was trying to stifle it.
Ooh, Feeding, I think I like this lesson....
R'ale automatically put his hand on the Blue's muzzle, then turned red, remembering he was the only one who could hear him.

R'ael immediately to his feet. turned beacon red at the sound of his name being called, which made an amusing contrast to his blue dragon as he scrambled hastily to his feet, embarassment stifling his furthered yawns. "...Uh. I...." He stammered in embarassment. ".....I've butchered fish sometimes....just not a wherrie...."

K'pak had been awake and busy since what felt like an unreasonable hour of the morning -- more unreasonable than usual, even. Not that it was ever easy to sleep in when there was a hungry, itchy dragonet wanting attention, but on today of all days... Well, today was important. He couldn't afford to be late on the first day. So when Amalenth had nudged him in the wee hours of the morning, rather than succumb to the temptation to simply roll over and get a few more candlemarks of nap in, he'd hauled himself out of his comfortable bed and set to work.

The result was a well-fed, freshly washed and oiled green dragonet looking her best for the first lesson... and a tired, slightly bedraggled-looking (and slightly damp -- well, Amalenth hadn't meant to get him wet, and she'd apologized afterwards) rider. Well, at least they were on time. K'pak found himself thinking wistfully of a good cup of hot klah as he settled down to watch the two volunteers get to work.

Amalenth leaned her head against his knee and looked up at her rider, eyes whirling serenely. Don't worry. I'll listen too, so that we'll be sure to catch everything. He smiled and ran a hand over her eyeridges -- unwilling to speak after F'sey's warning, he nonetheless did his best to think gratitude in her direction.

"Fish? You've butchered fish?" F'sey raised an eyebrow at the nervous lad, drumming his fingers harder as he considered this. He'd never had to butcher a fish himself, but at least the boy had dealt with blood and bodily fluids and all those extremities. "You'll be fine then, R'ale." He nodded towards the table with knife and a pillow of un-butchered wherries. "Stand there for a moment."

Turning his attention back on Zara, he was about to accuse her of some sort of plotting when she mentioned her firelizard. Damn S'kagi. What was he, the firelizard patrol? (Though he supposed a candidate with a firelizard was probably a trifle more obvious than a rider with firelizards.) "I see. That would be the one, yes. Go stand with R'ale. To the side please, both of you."

He turned to face the rest of the small class, drumming his fingers again as he assessed the situation. "I'm going to do this once, so watch closely."

The Weyrlingmaster turned to the head of the class, striding over to the table as he grabbed one of the wherries and a knife, flopping the bird before him. The greenrider made exceptionally quick work of the thing, skinning and cutting away the desirable bits with a few quick flicks of his wrist. "Now, when they're older, they can eat this entire thing, but for now, monitor what they eat. One upset stomach will upset the entire Weyr. And I'm not kidding. Overfeeding is also something to watch out for. I know you were warned about it at hatching, but they can still get greedy while their young."

He nodded to R'ale and Zara. "All right. Do as I did." F'sey glanced back over the class. "Once they go and make their mistakes, the rest of you will come up two and a time and try to do it right."

He handed a wherrie to R'ale and Zara. "One last thing. Don't go too deep when you skin it or you'll be sorry."

S'en had, somewhat surprisingly, woken before his dragon. They were both more than a little beat ─ apparently Hatchings and Impression tend to have that effect, even on walls as hardened as his (and the Feast certainly hadn't helped!) ─ but Kanath, young as he is, lost out to S'en's turns of habit and practice. Unfortunately, those turns of habit didn't do him an ounce of good when it came to deciding what exactly he should do with himself after that. It was early… Too early, really, to go traipsing around doing much of anything. Most folks were still trying to sleep. He hadn't even been hungry.

Shards if he isn't hungry now though; now that Kanath is awake, the Weyrlings with any sense are up and getting around, and he doesn't actually have time to do anything about it.

I am hungry too, the bronze tells him, in expression of sympathy, and not as a complaint.

S'en is very sure Kanath will be able to fix that problem before he does, but that suits him fine. He'd fix his dragon's hunger sooner if he could. As it is, they have a lesson to attend. And Holdborn and Hall raised, if he's to take proper care of his lifemate, S'en isn't too disillusioned to admit he needs it. He hadn't been at the Weyr long enough before Kanath found him to pick up much even in the way of basic etiquette, let alone gather anything particularly meaningful (because manners don't count). With a growing, needing hatchling at his knee, now seems like an exceptionally important time to learn.

For that very reason, the pair arrive quite on time, and are among the first to filter in with the small group. Kanath seems particularly content, giving S'en the notion his dragonet cares a lot more about being proper than he does.

Well, no matter. He too has it in him to do things right and listen well. His time at the Smithcraft Hall has actually done him ample favors on that note; he's used to being told things only once. By the shell, his instructors do not repeat themselves! He's grown accustomed to taking in details in the first time he hears and sees them; it was often the only chance he got. Who knows, maybe the deftness his craft afforded him will also come in handy.

Kanath, of course, is more interested in the 'feeding' part than he is the process by which it's achieved. Do we get to eat? His steadily whirling eyes are a mix of curiosity and subtle piteousness.

… Later, surely (maybe after they've all made fools of themselves), though he doesn't venture to grant a reply. S'en hasn't yet attempted to mindspeak to the little bronze, and he's certainly not going to answer for the class to hear. Not even a whisper.

Lovely. The biggest thing she'd 'skinned' was a tuber, and now she was about to attempt a wherry in front of the entire class. Well...she couldn't say she hadn't known she'd have to deal with carving animals if she Impressed. Just...not in front of everyone.

Be careful, Fuxith prodded, eyes whirling with a hint of worried yellow. Remember not to cut too deep. I don't know why, but it would be bad to do it if he said not to.

"I heard him," Zara murmured, awkwardly making an attempt at skinning the creature. Her light, cautious cuts didn't make much headway in removing the hide, although one thing could be said--it definitely wasn't too deep!