Lesson Three: Basic First Aid {Tags Weyrlings}

[prissy]

(OOC: Note for the Player of A'tair, he does not have to be here. However if he does show up he may be rewarded with more than a break in lessons.

K'nor had been waiting for this lesson he wanted to get started on it right away, but he had to wait for the Dragonets to settle in and get use to the daylight. This morning was the marking of the end of the first month of growth, K'nor still had his pot with the Firelizard eggs in it he was going to be there when they hatched.

Weyrlings! Mine wants you in the Bowl after you have been fed and oiled! Kintrath called out to the Weyrlings hoping they would come and not be late.

[shadowreine]

Z'war was probably getting a reputation for being obsessively punctual. Once more, he and Muzith were first or all but first. The cream dragon sent Kintrath a cheerful Hello as his rider headed into the bowl at his side. The dragons were all growing well.

[Sparrow]

Byronth lazily transferred Kinthranth's message to T'rin, who sighed softly and increased his pace in oiling the Blue. Another Weyrling lesson... he hadn't liked these much thus far. The essay had seemed a waste of time, and he had already known how to feed Byronth when they had that lesson... it wasn't much different from feeding a fire-lizard in his opinion, except that the dragons ate more.

Rhani chirped helpfully and grabbed a rag in his pincer-like claws to help speed up Byronth's oiling too. The little Brown thought caring for his new friend was a very fun game and rarely passed up a chance to assist. Byronth hummed happily as they worked.

"That good?" T'rin stepped away.

I suppose. Byronth looked himself over curiously. My hide can dry as we walk.

"Yes." T'rin hurried and grabbed his essay before the pair headed out. Rhani rode on the Weyrling's shoulder.

Apparently the trio arrived second- Z'war and Muzith had beaten him again. Byronth went to stand beside the Cream, his eyes whirling happily while T'rin hurried to the Weyrlingmaster. "I brought the essay..." He held out the sheet, covered in his scrawling but at least legible handwriting.

Hello Kintranth, Muzith. Byronth was in a good mood, having been freshly fed and oiled.

[Felina]

Fel! Felfelfelfelfel! We have lessons again! But let us not be late again, no. You were so boring when you had to write that stuff. I had to sleep when I was not tired, because your mind was the tired one. I did not enjoy that. Not one bit.

Fel groaned, looking up from where she had been rubbing oil into Hearth's never-ending brown hide. She rubbed her arm against her face in an attempt to get some of the long hair - she still had yet to do as so many female riders did and chop it off - out of her face. It was a failed attempt, though; some strands stuck stubbornly to the streaks of oil on her face, and likely wouldn't come off until she wiped her hands clean and used her fingers to unstick it. At the very least, her hands were probably the softest they had ever been, and she'd managed to avoid a lot of the secondhand itching from Hearth. She whistled to Minnie, who was zooming excitedly around her head, to go in and land so she could decide what to do with the excitable green. Both dragon and fire lizard were prone to bouts of hyperactivity, and sometimes she wondered how she, usually so calm, could have ended up with the two. But both Minnie and Hearth were undeniably tied to her heart, and she loved both, regardless of their high energy levels.

Is it really all that necessary? I mean, isn't it enough to have to write my hand off? A little break would be helpful. Not that Thread ever gives a break. But still. I feel I'm being run through the gauntlet on this one.

Not that her complaints could possibly change anything. She never really had been able to institute much change. Her previous crusades had been all but a failure, and she was about ready to give up their last ghosts. Still scowling slightly, she made her way to the lesson, followed by Hearth, who was practically falling over himself in his excitement. It was somewhat pathetic, really; he was still so much more clumsy than the other dragonets, and Fel could only hope that he was more graceful in the air than he was on the ground. Perhaps he would be good at Flights, since he seemed to have so much energy all the time. Lovely. Just what she needed.

Not.

"Hello," she said warily, holding the paper with her essay on it in front of her like a talisman to protect herself from any burgeoning wrath on the Weyrlingmaster's part. She could still see a part of it. "... invisible like music, but just as beautiful. And inexplicable. Like why anyone would want to live a life in which they did menial work with little reward..." She'd had difficulty not injecting her opinions into it. It probably could have been well-written, but instead had turned into something of a rant that, nonetheless, had to do with bonds. Still, it wasn't the writing, but the penmanship that made her want to grimace in pain. It was tall, narrow, and cramped, rendering it somewhat difficult to read. Well, she'd been taught to conserve paper, so when the ascenders started to run into the descenders, well, the man would just have to deal with it.

Once again resigning herself to the fact that she was likely the oldest weyrling, with the exceptions of the twins with the blues and that other boy with the brown, she nodded tersely to the two boys who were already there. Well, thankfully, they had male dragons, so nothing to worry about there.

[Felina]

A'tair looked at the pot again, attempting to will the egg inside it to hatch, and ultimately, failing. Romeoth was stretched out to his full length, replete and shining after his recent oiling and feeding, eyes lidded over and a happy sort of grumbling emanating from his stomach. The brown gave a small sigh after a few minutes of contented silence, though, and cracked open one eye to look at his rider. A'tair, Kintrath's Rider wants everybody in the Bowl after being fed and oiled. We should go. He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf. I do not trust Kintrath's.

A'tair thought for a moment on their earlier confrontation, if you could call it that. He had been all braced for a flinging of outrage, and instead had gotten something that sounded suspiciously like praise. And, had it not been for that, he would almost have trusted the man. Almost. But he could remember his brief stint as Lord Holder, and how sparingly praise had to be given, else it would serve to make people complacent. Complacency wasn't exactly looked for in a Rider; K'nor must have had some other reason for saying what he'd said. To look for signs of weakness, perhaps?

It could be. Ambition should be made of sternest stuff, and it would make sense to want the strongest Riders possible. But, then, all are Riders regardless, so it would not make any difference. I still do not believe him sincere.

Nor do I. But, at least, I am given choice in the matter, he commented, rising to stretch his arms and to take one last glimpse at the pot, motionless as it had been every time he had checked. Not that any Hatching would go unnoticed in a weyr full of dragons and fire lizards. And I do have to turn in that sharding essay, he added as they neared the bowl, with all its sights and sounds and smells. It was still A'tair's favorite public place in the weyr. So open, so bright with the colors of dragons and people bustling about like the whirligig leaves of autumn and the flowers of spring all thrown into one massive cyclone of activity.

Somewhat surprised at being one of the first ones to arrive, he decided he'd best turn the essay in sooner rather than later. Compared to the others he saw, one with a messy child's writing and another whose lines ran together and made a square of near-solid ink on the paper, his was an example of perfect penmanship. It was probably the only good thing that came from being forced to learn how to keep painstakingly neat Records for posterity. Until, of course, posterity got crushed by falling rocks, mud, and other debris. But that was a whole different story. And look where it got him!

Anticipating the Weyrlingmaster's questions, or perhaps simply curtailing any possibility of them, he explained, "I figured I should turn this in now rather than later." And he doubted he would manage to miss a lesson without missing something important.

[devona]

Dev-love, we must go, or be late for lessons again.

Cupith's voice penetrated the girl's concentration. She'd been oiling the cream, and there were oily streaks through her hair from where she'd run her hands through it in an attempt to tame it. The young woman stood up, wiping her hands on her dark shirt. "All right Cupith. Let's go." Picking up her essay she walked out, the cream by her side.

Dev stepped into the lesson. She had found out about the essay from other weyrlings, and hers was a written quick, angular, but legible hand. Though it rambled a bit, it kept fairly on topic. When writing the cream weyrling released an inner eloquence she did not outwardly possess. She made no comment as she handed the weyrlingmaster her essay and melted into the other weyrlings crowd, which was small, only four other than her.

[prissy]

"Thank you all for being here, I think that most of you will find this an interesting lesson. A'tair you realize that your presence is a request not an order this day, you may go and get your firelizard egg, if you wish in case it hatches I have mine so you may bring yours. You made me see a good point." K'nor smiled and hoped that the boy knew he was sincere in the offer of him bringing the little pot.

Romeoth, have you been oiled this day? Kintrath asked as he looked at the Brown Dragonet.

[Sparrow]

Rhani hopped from T'rin's shoulder to Byronth's, rumbling softly to himself about something or other. He liked these Weyrling lessons more than either of the pair who were really supposed to be there. Byronth snorted softly, he didn't like being used as a porch, but didn't shoo the fire-lizard off him. T'rin smiled slightly. He hadn't paid much attention to what the Weyrlingmaster said, he had been talking to A'tair anyways, not him. Whatever it was about making him see a good point... eh, he didn't know what that was about.

An interesting lesson? Byronth gazed up at Kintranth skeptically. What is it? Past experience still made him doubt that these lessons could be interesting. He and T'rin would much rather be... elsewhere. The young Blue flexed his growing wings. They would have great adventures once he could fly.

[shadowreine]

Z'war hrmed. Interesting could mean difficult. Or it could mean fun. One hand on Muzith, he listened to the weyrlingmaster. He couldn't wait for his cream to be able to fly, but he was also enjoying the baby stuff. The young dragon said the oddest things...

[prissy]

"Well nowm what do you all think of the care of your Dragonets? Have any of them had belly aches yet?" K'nor asked with a grin as he watched his son whom he knew had issues with keeping his Dragon healthy. Then he heard a cheep from the pot and made his way quickly to it still listening as he saw a Brown Firelizard.