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Shortly after they'd be allowed out of the infirmary, Vosin had noticed groups of people practicing with weapons. After several hours of close watching she'd realized that they were candidates, weyrlings, and yes even riders! The woman had not liked the feeling of helplessness the massacre had left in her mind. She never again wanted to be helpless. This was going to be her ticket. She would protect her queen, for Nersha and Sereth were her leading queen now, and her siblings for her family was precious to her.

Thus motivated, Vosin was going to get into these classes some way or another. The woman swung up onto her bronze's neck and gave him an affection slap. Let's go see if we can crash the lesson.

Tiaeth rumbled in amusement. His rider had the bit in her teeth again. It would be amusing to see where this went. I will drop you nearby Vos. He moved to the edge of the rim of the weyr he shared with Kelilayth. With a sense of dramatic, Tiaeth flared his wings and leaped into the air. The bronze looped his way lazily through the skies, passing overhead the candidates several times. He chose his spot near the candidates and settled to the ground. Politely he dipped his shoulder for his rider to slide down.

Show off, she chuckled at him.

He rumbled his laugh. One of use needs to be fancy while you intend to get yourself knocked on your a**. His eyes whirled a happy blue.

Vos snorted and slid down his shoulder with practiced ease. She strolled away and toward the candidates with a big grin plastered across her face. "Hello there. Is there room for one more?"

Vosin was more than willing to stand there for as long as it took for them to invite her to join them. Even if she had to stare at them. Luckily it hadn't come to that and a young woman quickly invited her in. "I thank you. Name's Vosin, rider of Tiaeth. What's yours?" She stepped more into the group so they'd be less likely to try to get her to leave.

"Though I have to warn you. I know nothing about this." That was the catch and she hated to say it. They needed to know how utterly ignorant she was. Which was why she was here in the first place. "Would you be so kind as to take me through the basics?" Vos cast a charming smile on the teen.

Tiaeth settled himself nearby and watched attentively. He would remind his rider of her most comical moments for as long as he remembered them. And of course he'd need to share them with her siblings tonight too. His eyes whirled an eager blue-green as he waited for them to start.

She arched her brow as the girl mentioned a boy had been injured. If this was just practice and someone had gotten hurt.... that made it dangerous right? Vos tried not to come off too strong. "That would be a good place to start." A quick glance around at the group, showed her all the kids here had mock weapons. To fit in she'd need on too, and it'd help to learn it. "Anything special to picking one out Aeglentine? Interesting name by the way." She grinned, and hoped to get a little bit more out of the girl.

A churring sound came from the bronze as he was clearly laughing at his rider. If you poke her Vos she might fall over. He didn't know if the girl was in awe or just shy, but seeing his trying to be friendly was funny. His rider was clearly the oldest of the group and stood out considerably. Tiaeth admired her spirit for doing whatever it took to learn this new skill.

She's probably more afraid that your butt was going to land on her flying over like that. She taunted the bronze back. The teen did look a bit nervous. Vos doubted any of the riders would be willing to teach her. At least not until she'd gained a bit of skill at this. Others might think she was trying to take advantage of the smaller kids, but in truth it was their skill levels she was looking at.

"Of course its your name. A good interesting name." It was definitely an interesting name. How the times had changed. What other weird names had cropped up? "Egg? Well alright then. That's certainly easy to remember. Ah, it's Vosin," the woman repeated. At the gesture, she strolled along to the weapons. When she got there, she contemplated the displayed mock weapons. She randomly picked up the first one that came to hand. Much too long that she'd struggle to hold up the point, and by shards it was heavy! Vos let her eyes widen a bit in surprise.

"Shells, they always this heavy?" Vos laid the one back down and picked up several more. She'd need to do something to strengthen her arms. Of course flailing around with one of these should do that nicely. The woman arched a brow to hear the reason they were heavy was metal course. "Oh." That.. kind of made sense?

You can always chop and haul wood Vosin, or I'd never say no to a long oiling. Tiaeth chimed in right on cue.

How about I practice whacking you with a weighted stick instead? She thought back at him with the image of her painting circles on his belly then hitting them with the mock sword. "Into fifth wing? Why that one? What can you tell me about the different wings?" It took several tries before she found one she thought she'd be comfortable with. By the end she'd still probably be sore enough for numbweed.

Vosin listened intently to the descriptions of the different flights. Back in her day, the woman thought in irony, they weren't varied or selective. She knew nothing of fighting, so probably those first three were all out unless she turned into a miracle fighter. Unlikely, but she wanted to learn to fight. Vos smiled at the girl watching her. "I'm afraid I don't really fit into any of those. I'm a dragonrider first and foremost." It was an entirely new way of thinking. Being a dragonrider sounded like a secondary occupation here. The woman wasn't interested in baking, except to eat it, or trying to sell anything. And it all sounded so complicated.

"Guess I'll have to think on that then. For now let's practice with these things." She held up the wooden sword she'd picked. "Where do I start with this?"

Tiaeth was also interested in the jobs of the different wings. How did the dragons deal with it? You can always offer rides on miniature dragons Vos. I'm sure the kids would love it. Then we can travel from hold to hold and attend gathers. His eyes whirled a bright green. I'm sure it would be a great novelty.

She arched her brow and looked back over her shoulder at the mini bronze. "Ppppft! You're kidding right? Like give joy rides to holders? Is that all you really want to amount to?" She rolled her eyes and looked back at Egg. "Really the outrageous ideas he comes up with! Like holders would pay marks for a ride on an undersized bronze." It was preposterous, and almost hilarious at the same time.

He mocked a gaze at his rider. Don't hold the pointy end Vosin.

Vosin perked up as her young teacher mentioned Thread. That was The Ultimate Job for a dragonrider. It didn't matter to her which wing she was put into so long as she and Tiaeth could fly thread. They were born and bred for it. Well born 500 Turns ago. Vosin was willing to fight Thread back then or now. She grinned as she felt Tiaeth's sentiments and heard him rumble in the background.

"I'm sure they'd throw a fit if we tried that," Vosin muttered gloomily, thinking about the massacre that had caused her flight through time. So that meant she'd really need to find something to earn her pay. Giving those joy rides didn't sound half bad now. A point to address at a later time. For now she'd focus on this lesson. Vos adjusts her grip on the handle, then eyes her teacher dubiously. "Uh.... well...." Like she was willing to hurt someone? That went completely against her code as a dragonrider. They were suppose to protect.

"So how do you deal with being a deadly protector?"

Tiaeth rumbled ominously as he was reminded of thread. He too was born to fight thread! The small bronze shifted to his other side and his wings twitched. He settled back down and resumed watching the pair.