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Scarath lifted his head from his front feet; he had been watching his rider work in the kitchens from where he lay. 'Mine, Brown Grawareth and His would like us to show up at the field south of the pens. He says there is punishment for being late.' He rose to his feet and waited for his rider to join him.

S'kor looked over his shoulder at the bronze. "Couldn't he have given a little more warning? At least I'm not covered with flour, but I'd better change anyhow." He covered his work station. Glancing around for the head cook, he quickly explained what Scarath had told him and apologized for leaving so. Meeting up, the two headed at a brisk walk back to the weyrling barracks.

Fifteen minutes later, the two amble towards the field. S'kor has his arm draped over the young dragon's neck. "Wonder what we're doing this time." He mused softly to himself as the brown then Weyrlingmaster came into view. Making a curious note of the markings on the ground, he looked at the two for a clue. They stopped just shy of the lines to avoid stepping on them.

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Optheli was in the middle of stitching up a rend in one of her skirts as the result of washing Dynith. She would have to seriously consider switching to pants for that part of the day. The sudden movement as Dynith jerked her head caused the girl to glance over. "What is it love?" The green ducked her head shyly. 'We're to report for lessons in that field south of the pens, Mine. We don't want to be late, though I don't think Grawareth would notice if we were.' She ducked her head again. Surely such a big brown wouldn't notice a little green like her.

She grinned and made the needle safe. Setting aside her stuff, she rose to her feet. "I don't know. I think he might, so lets not risk it hm?" Slipping into her shoes to go out allowed enough time for the green to rise from her wallow. Leading the way out and towards the directed field, Optheli walked with Dynith's head brushing comfortingly against the back of her skirt.

Mine, we have been summoned to the field south of Pens for today's lesson, Lifth remarked, calmly standing up and stretching his wings. We are not to be late.

G'brel had begun putting away her notes as soon as Lifth had said the word 'summoned', and she had to roll her eyes at the last bit. "No shardin duh. Sheesh, like they really need to keep reminding us by now." Like anyone really hadn't figured out the repercussions of being late by this point? Even the stands impression folks probably already knew better.

Many of the others are slower than we are. The blue did not specify whether he meant in physical speed or in mental facilities, and simply watched as his rider put away the last of her hides. Ready?

The teen nodded. "Yeah, let's go." Even if they weren't late, she still didn't want to be the last to arrive.

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When the pair arrived at the designated location for the lesson, G'brel was very glad to see that they were indeed not the last to arrive, and even had some time to spare. "Good day, Weyrlingmaster!" The bluerider greeted with her usual energy and enthusiam. "Hello, Grawareth!" Lifth said nothing to the two, merely inclining his head in polite greeting to each of them as the pair moved over to join the rest of the Weyrlings gathered.

"Mine. Lessons, south of the pens."

K'ro looked up from his mending (he'd torn a seam in the left shoulder of his favorite shirt) and nodded to the green who now stood poised beside him. "Coming." Setting his work aside, he quickly donned his second favorite shirt and made for the appointed meeting place. His long stride allowed him to arrive in good time without dashing, and these days Viridith could comfortably keep up with him thanks to her own long shanks.

As he arrived, K'ro threw a salute to the weyrlingmaster and his dragon and offered a slight smile but didn't actually address the pair; as ever when there was something to say he would say it, but in the meantime he kept quiet. On spotting Ofie, the powerful young man gave another smile and a slight nod; he was still rather fond of her even though he still didn't know her brilliantly well, partially thanks to Viridith's possessive nature; she really wasn't fond of him spending time with anyone other than her.

For her part, the lanky green treated everyone present to her usual intense scrutiny, reserving special attention for the weyrling master and his massive brown. "Grawareth, " she greeted with a sharp tilt of her head, "we are ready." This was her usual greeting to their tutor's dragon, or the dragon of anyone who was about to tell them to do things. Viridith did not do things until she was ready to, and as such she felt it fair to inform those around them when she was; sharp though her voice and movements were in general she had no desire for trouble to start... In general. Just so long as nobody tried to take Hers away, or to make him pay more attention to them than to her she was quite happy to live and let live. If not... Well, so far nobody had crossed that line, but if they did they would very quickly know just how displeased she was.

D'lin was in the middle delivering a box of supplies to the kitchens, Plexith meandering along behind him as though looking for excitement on what he considered a chore below their station. D'lin had attempted to explain that really they didn't have much of a station in the weyr yet at all as they were still students but the little bronze was bound and determined to be irritated by the request and continued to protest that one of the green or blue impressed weyrlings should have been pressed into playing delivery boy. D'lin had just decided to stop arguing the fact a while back and let the bronze simmer. Really there was no changing the beasts mind once it had been made up anyways.

So when an excited snort sounded behind him and Plexith came bounding up from behind D'lin was just a bit suspicious and half turned around to see what Plexith might have decided to stick his nose into before the bronze bespoke him in excited tones. 'Mine! Grawareth and his have summoned us to the south field for a lesson! Come! we must go now!' This demand of course punctuated by a demanding jostle with his muzzle. D'lin made an oofing noise and steadied the box of supplies before Plexith's badgering sent them all spewing over the ground and gave the dragonet an irritated look of his own. "Be careful Plexith! Your going to make me drop them" 'Oh put that silly box down mine and come along we are going to be late!'

D'lin sighed and glanced in the direction they were going, the kitchens were just a few paces off, resolutely he started towards them walking as fast as his unsteady load and Plexith's meddling would let him 'We can't just leave the supplies out in the sun Plexith, they'll spoil' He told his dragon firmly 'the kitchens are only a few steps farther, we'll make it there on time' He further assured the dragon and although grumbling about it Plexith followed.

They reached the kitchen's just in time to see S'kor and Scarath leaving and D'lin nodded politely before taking the box inside to drop it off 'There you see, we're not much behind S'kor and his, we'll be fine' He told Plexith as he returned and they headed towards the field 'Yes...but they're going to get there first...' complained the dragonet and D'lin sighed before patting the bronze and breaking into a jog - there just wasn't any reasoning with him sometimes "Well we better run then" he told the dragonet and by hurrying along managed to placate him somewhat.

Upon arrival D'lin's eyes swept over those gathered. 'See we're far from last' He told Plexith who was too busy bugling a greeting to his clutchmates and the massive bronze to pay him any heed at the moment. "Sir" He greeted the Weyrlingmater with a slight nod before smiling a greeting at the rest of those gathered - he didn't really know any of them very well...but he did know them - if only by name.

They weren’t late, but it was a near thing. V’al and Lerath had been taking respective afternoon naps when the brown’s call for attendance woke the blue. Groggy and surly, V’al started pulling on his boots and a light hide jacket. “Go ahead and hold my spot. Tell me anything D’can says,” he said after nearly tripping over Lerath’s twitching tail. The dragon had grown quickly over the past months, and it was with some disappointment that V’al recognized they wouldn’t be forever able to share a weyr, no matter how hard Optheli’s green sunk in on herself to conserve space.

I go! And he did, claws scraping the stone in his haste. Crossing the weyrbowl, Lerath’s wings unfurled as if he were considering flight. But he pulled to a stop not far from the other weyrlings and gave Grawareth a greeting bugle. Mine is coming. He has a long way to run. I will listen for him until he arrives.

And the boy appeared not long after, jogging across the weyrbowl at a goodly pace, though when he stopped by his blue his breath wasn’t too heavy. Even in a hurry he’d paced himself. He seemed immune to the embarrassment of the little scene and gave the Weyrlingmaster a solemn nod as he took his place.

Lessons! Sleeth trilled happily, bouncing up and startling Akaya enough that the girl had to fumble to keep ahold of the pipe-flute she'd been playing as the two worked on their telepathy--and their scales. They were getting pretty good at it too, Akaya mused, as she tucked instrument into her belt and rose to her feet, dusting her clothes off.

"Well then, let's not be late," she said, which was all the encouragement Sleeth needed to shoot ahead, getting to the field long before her rider did. Akaya had learned some time ago it was a losing battle to try and actually keep up with the green--rather, she conserved her energy and worked on her personal stamina. It'd worked well enough over the past two months... Oh, and please do refrain from blasting everyone with your greetings, dearest, there'll be time enough to say hello to all of them.

All right, Sleeth's mental voice came back, agreeable, as the dragon herself made straight for her longsuffering roommate and another green. Lifth! Toulonth! Hiiii!

Akaya arrived, striding as long as her short legs would allow but not at a somewhat undignified run either, and she edged towards her dragon--and her roommate-turned-friend, G'brel, and waved a hand in greeting to F'ren as well. She didn't know him that well, though over two months they'd all come to know one another by sight at least.

Mine. You will not make us be late. Move. Suvith none too lightly shoves his head at N'ian's back to get the boy moving at an acceptable speed.

N'ian merely gives a roll of his eyes at the shove and starts his feet moving towards the grounds that his dragon was still shoving him towards. "Stop pushing me I can walk on my own thank you very much." A thought about beating their bunkmate to the lesson though has him picking up the pace. Ignoring Suvith's comment that it is petty to think such a thing, he allows himself a grin when they spot the few weyrlings in their group and he can't see his bunkmate among them just yet.

Suvith passes him quickly then to greet his clutchmates' riders, eager for a small little conversation from someone with better manners than His. He was still working on him yet. Hello! Now if he could have remembered their names better he could have done a proper greeting, but oh well. Then of course he turns his attention to the large brown the Weyrlingmaster ahead of them, straightening himself up to look presentable. Hello rider D'can! Grawareth. It was only right to greet the large brown, but human minds were so much friendlier, in his opinion.