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Author Topic: Getting The Ducks Back In A Row [02.04.2590 / 7:30 PM] | Weyrlings  (Read 2002 times)

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D'zel eventually wandered down to the Bowl in front of the barracks from the Healer's Hall, his back bound with a white cloth diagonally to dress the wound made from M'rek's whip. Rohbarth glided down next to him from his flight around the mountain, flying off some of the nervous energy. Is everything with you? The rest of the dragons are laying low after what happened with the Queens.

"Yes, don't worry about me. One more scar on my back isn't going to affect my rugged looks. Not with this arm." D'zel noticed that none of his weyrlings were at the line of riders, taking the whip. He was both relieved and disappointed at this fact. They were riders after all, no matter how young. Even as R'sin sent them off, deep down, D'zel had hoped they would stand with the rest of them.

What did get his blood boiling however, was the three unfortunate souls that he did see in the brawl. Rohbarth pressed calm upon his mind to keep him from doing anything too brash. "Oh no. I'm not going to fly off the handle. But, I do want all the youngin's to get down here. Need you to relay that I want them to be in front of me, in formation per class, at attention, in full training gear at this exact spot, in 20 minutes." D'zel grinned lopsidedly. "They are going to learn the pride and sacrifice of being part of a weyr."

Rohbarth relayed the information to all the weyrlings. There's the D'zel I know. Hopefully they won't be late, the blue mentioned with a chuckle.
« Last Edit: January 30, 2017, 06:25:15 PM by D'zel »

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Re: Getting The Ducks Back In A Row [02.04.2590 / 7:30 PM] | Weyrlings
« Reply #1 on: January 26, 2017, 12:28:09 PM »
Carayia had missed the excitement of the events in the mess hall; not that she would have liked to have been privy to it. The very thought of anything like this happening in the Weyr was something Carayia would never have imagined being possible. The riders had always seemed like the sort of people who would always aim to do the right thing in spite of their personal beliefs or opinions.

She had instead been focused as usual on the maintenance and upkeep of her gear - which she had loved being fitted out for, even if there had been a need for some tweaking to sit properly on her frame - as well as chatting to Vesith who had been reminding her about the need for food.

Carayia had been about to take her up on that when all kinds of crazy had broken out. Golds fighting and the dragons trumpeting alarm and fright, Carayia had been incredibly worried about Vesith as a result.

Although the red had been more interested in the dynamics of the fight than any suggestion of real worry on his part You need to go and meet D'zel, in your leathers. He is asking for all the Weyrlings... there wasn't anything ominous about it. Although Vesith was a little curious about why his rider was being pulled out and into this meeting but as everyone else was going, he was sure that it would work out for the best "Really?" she murmured, speaking out loud.

She didn't dally though, pulling on the leathers of her training gear and adjusting it so it sat properly before heading along to requested meeting place.

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Offline Sokon

Re: Getting The Ducks Back In A Row [02.04.2590 / 7:30 PM] | Weyrlings
« Reply #2 on: January 26, 2017, 03:15:34 PM »
Dinner was a quick affair, and Sokon found herself able to clean her riding leathers and head out to the weyrbowl for a jog a quarter mark after Rukbat had set. The weather had been pleasant, and she found herself needing the fresh air to clear her mind after the drama of the riots. Creath shuffled along with her towards the weyrbowl and subsequent training field, pleased that they'd managed to avoid the rush of people that usually came when mealtimes were over.

"Everyone seems to be keeping their head down after today's drama" Sokon murmured as she took long steps to the spot she usually warmed up, having caught onto her dragon's train of thought despite the lack of vocalisation.

Yes. I only have to concentrate on myself. It is easier this way. The dragonet responded with a happy rumble, lifting her head up ever so slightly in her pride before lowering it again to concentrate on her walk.

Sokon grinned at the response. It was becoming easier to identify Creath's more subtle emotions through the bond, and it was a relief to know she hadn't misjudged the non-verbal musings of her bonded.  When they arrived, she stretched briefly, waiting until Creath had settled herself into her usual area, one where other dragons could only approach from a direction she could see, before starting her jog around the field.

Her thoughts danced through her head in time with her footfalls, hair swinging from side to side as she moved.

Sokon had heard the whisperings of riders who had moved forward to receive a lashing after the fight had ended. Of their weyrwoman asking all those involved to step forward and join the fighters that had been rounded up after she had already left the Weyr Hall.

The news was met with shame.

She didn't regret stepping in to defend the pregnant rider, but she should have remained to accept the punishment for her involvement. It didn't matter that J'hal had told her she was to collect the younger weyrlings and go. That the order had come from a Bronzerider, and a wingleader at that.

No.

The Weyrwoman had called for riders to step forward and she hadn't been one of them.

Rohbarth says we are to meet him in formation. You have 20 minutes.

Sokon slowed, glancing back at her dragon in confusion before realising that the Weyrlingmaster's blue had glided into the weyrbowl, the shape easily identified in the early evening light.

//I will wait for you// Sokon projected, delight crossing her features at the pleased thrum through the bond signalled that she'd managed the link well. It was something she seemed to have trouble with, thinking back at Creath intentionally, though the dragon was easily able to pick up her thoughts even when she wasn't trying to focus them.

She stretched as she waited for the green weyrling to amble over, stretching again briefly before trying to pat herself down. She fixed her hair, pulling it back into place after running her fingers through to minimise tangles. 20 minutes wasn't long enough for her to bathe, re-clean her riding leathers and make it to where Weyrlingmaster D'zel stood while giving Creath enough space and time to comfortably join her. She would rather be punished for tardiness than have Creath injure herself trying to rush.

I am not rushing Creath assured her, even as her nose nudged into Sokon's hand for a quick scratch before the strode back towards the barracks.

Sokon let Creath go ahead, slipping in behind her dragon and keeping her steps small so as to match the slow pace the green set. By the time they got where they needed to be, some of the other Weyrlings had also arrived, though she was glad to note she was not the last. She gave Carayia and Vesith a brief nod in greeting before moving to her usual position, falling easily into the required stance as she awaited further instructions.

Creath was a little slower, as usual, making sure she was far enough away so another dragonet couldn't accidentally hurt her before taking up her position beside Sokon, pressing against her ever so lightly, eyes whirling with the same calmness that Sokon was feeling.

She did not need to wonder as to what the after-hours summons was about. Though she was surprised to see that it was a call for all weyrlings, and not just those involved in the riot. Creath had known that Sokon would stand in formation once she'd seen the other weyrlings, and hadn't bothered to relay the entire message to her rider. Not that it mattered. Sokon was a stickler for appropriate ettiquete, and could react correctly to most formal situations with minimal hesitation.

Spoiler for ooc:
Sorry Aso, I assumed that "In formation as per class" would mean dragons as well. If not, let me know and I'll edit to have Creath go into the Barracks.
« Last Edit: January 26, 2017, 07:28:52 PM by Sokon »

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Re: Getting The Ducks Back In A Row [02.04.2590 / 7:30 PM] | Weyrlings
« Reply #3 on: January 26, 2017, 04:41:20 PM »
One thing was generally true of C’dus- he kept his nose clean. Today’s activities had proved no different, and though he had remained in the hall to watch the riot, he’d also left without a second guess when he was told to. Still, the boy’s nerves were still alight and the adrenaline had to be channeled somewhere, in a healthy manner, and so evening found him doing a few warm up exercises.

Tilioth was alongside him, practicing what she’d learned from Kelith and becoming quite good at predicting where her bonded was going to go without having to tap into their mental connection. Her rider had a few tells, still, even if they were hard for anyone but the green dragon to see. She knew he was going to drop into a low kick when his knees tensed to bear the weight shift, for instance, and now as he did so she too stretched out a leg. With her claws closing on empty air, the next step was to straighten out and then shuffle back, where C’dus brought his hands up to block an invisible attack, Tilioth furled her wings out like a great (or not so great, she was still quite small) shield.

Tilioth noticed the arrival of Rohbarth. Our teacher descends. The Green had a large amount of respect for the old Blue, he knew so many things and had experienced much more than she could dream of. He was a bit of a hero in her eyes. She finished their last movement, lingering in the stretch, listening to the given instruction. D’zel comes, too. We are to gather. She straightened and then waited for her bonded to move.

C’dus was a little scowly, truth be told. Why did they always get lectured when things outside of their control happened? He grabbed a towel and the bowl of water he’d filled, dipping the cloth in and then using it to wipe the sweat off of his face, his arms, his torso. He fetched his tunic, draping it back over his head and straightening the shirt, and then one by one cinched several belts and bracelets around his torso and wrists, respectively. The bits and baubles jingled in a pleasing way that barely improved his mood. Let’s get this over with.

The pair set off to where a few others had already began to line up. He put himself with his agemates, feet planted in the soil and hands clasped behind his back.

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Re: Getting The Ducks Back In A Row [02.04.2590 / 7:30 PM] | Weyrlings
« Reply #4 on: January 26, 2017, 06:09:37 PM »
C”dus was not the only Weyrling getting tired of being called in on every little mishap in the Weyr. An attack at the Hold, Weyrling meeting. A sharding Gold flight—like those who were properly Weyrbred were fucking unfamiliar with Gold flights—Weyrling meeting. And now, a fist fight between some Holds and riders…Weyrling meeting.

Marika had left the Weyr Hall well before punishments had been doled out but like anything, the talk of the incident spread through the Weyr faster than an errant Thread sport through a freshly tilled field. No doubt it would be all anyone was talking about for a while.

She had already been in her weyr tending to her gear when Kelith informed her of D’zel’s order. She cursed. It didn’t take her long to gather her equipment and she was still in her leathers from training before dinner. Her equipment was always in tiptop shape and though her things were often strewn about in her and Ian’s weyr, her gear was always put away.

Kelith flew her down from their weyr before heading back to her ledge. Marika silently joined the others in rank, waiting for what she was sure was going to be a long and boring lecture. 
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Re: Getting The Ducks Back In A Row [02.04.2590 / 7:30 PM] | Weyrlings
« Reply #5 on: January 26, 2017, 07:11:56 PM »
"Shards and shells," T'nax muttered, cursing at the glob of ink that dropped off of his stylus and smeared onto the sheet of velum that he procured. It paid to know many Harpers on a personal level, but if they find out that he is wasting ink or skins, they would have his own leathery hide to write on. He set the stylus back into the ink well and quickly wiped the ink off of the skin before it set into the material. He scowled as it left a line on the skin that was slightly darker than the rest of the sheet of velum.

He decided that this was a good time to take a break and stood, grunting with age in the process. He counted the pops that resonated from his knees. Seven, he thought. Seven pops. One for each decade of my life, I suppose. The man scowled again. He was, uncharacteristically, in a foul mood. The hoopla in the Weyrhall around lunch really altered the atmosphere of the Weyr for the rest of the day and it even sunk into the normally, kind and patient man.

Thus, when the Weyrling Master called for a formation in twenty minutes, the old man swore loudly. A curious probe wiggled its way into his mind. Apparently, the old man had alarmed his elderly brown dragon with his foul mood. He gave a mental shrug, //It's just one of those days, old man.// Xenrith rumbled in laughter, his deep chesty growl echoed down the corridor to the Assistant Weyrling Master's office. T'nax bent over and pulled the stylus from the ink well. He slid it into the small cup of water that he used to keep the feathered needle clean. He screwed the stopper on the inkwell tight and placed a couple of stones on the corners of the vellum to keep it flat.

"Well, I guess I'll make my way outside," T'nax muttered. "Meet me out there, you old fart." He chuckled as he shuffled towards the exit. His iconic thud-shuffle echoed down the stone corridor and out into the Weyrbowl, announcing his presence to the younger blue rider. "Hail, D'zel," he called, with his free hand raised, once he was clear of the rocky hall. He could tell that D'zel had something planned for the weyrlings; T'nax hoped it was drills. He liked ordering drills.

He looked up as a shadow passed overhead. The elderly rider grinned with amazement as his bonded brown dragon soared through the air. Every time he saw Xenrith fly through the air, it was like he was a weyrling once more, and the brown had taken his first hop-glide from a ledge. Never would he have thought that, fifty-two Turns later, he would still be watching his bonded brown soar through the air. The two of them sure had seen their battles and still wore the scars from them.

As the brown dragon settled next to D'zel's blue, T'nax closed the distance with the other man. Just a few of the weyrlings had shown up at this point, which was good for the old man. He wasn't late for once. Having a bum leg can really slow one down, especially when the Healers' supply of nettlesap ran low and his leg pained him. Luckily, today was not one of those days and he drank the sap-laced klah quicker than he should have. Heh, when you get to my age, he mused, no one cares if you've a little too much nettlesap in your drink. He nodded to D'zel when he finally reached the man and stood, a pace and a half back, and a pace and a half to the man's left. T'nax leaned heavily on his cane, but remained stable and still, an aging warrior that stood defiant to the tribulations of Threadfall and the Catastrophe.

Spoiler for OOC:
T'nax is here but this will be my only post with him. This is just to show that he is here in person to support D'zel.

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Re: Getting The Ducks Back In A Row [02.04.2590 / 7:30 PM] | Weyrlings
« Reply #6 on: January 26, 2017, 07:40:14 PM »
The hall was a mess. Isotarïne jumped ship as soon as possible and ran back to the weyrling hall because she just knew that something bad was going to happen and the weyrlings would need a distraction.

Rohbarth summons, Hiraeth informed her. Rïne's grin might have looked slightly sadistic as she walked towards her desk, only to see T'nax leaving the area they shared. She gave him a look when she passed him, meaning she'd see him outside.

Once in their small area, she grabbed the riding jacket she accidentally left behind and made her way out to the bowl.

"D'zel, T'nax," she greeted, joining the two in the bowl. She slid on her leathers as Hiraeth glided to the ground to join Rohnarth and Xenrith. "What's the plan today?"

Are you well, brothers? the blue asked his fellow dragons, concern clouding his eyes briefly. He was less animated than usual with the threat of the queens looming in the air. Prinna popped into the air above his head and settled in between his headknobs. Hiraeth rumbled a greeting to the little flit. Finch followed not long after, though Novus and Runner were no where to be seen.

//I told them to stay away because they were in a playful mood,// Iso told him.

Probably wise, her dragon agreed. Now was not the time for the flit's usual antics of flying around the bowl or chattering in Hiraeth's ear. This was something serious that was going on, so everyone needed to be on their best behavior. Including the unruly little ones that Rohbarth was so worried about.

Spoiler for OOC:
She might make more appearances in the thread, but Rïne is also here in support of D'zel. Aso, feel free to have her take charge of a group of weyrlings or something and I'll bring her back.

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Re: Getting The Ducks Back In A Row [02.04.2590 / 7:30 PM] | Weyrlings
« Reply #7 on: January 26, 2017, 08:15:47 PM »
The afternoon had been a strange one. J'hal had been on tenterhooks ever since the riot. Yeah, getting to throw a punch after so long had bee cathartic and all, but the effect had lasted a mere candle mark, until he had come to notice the mood of the rest of the Weyr. Subdued, but with a seething anger floating just under the surface. He'd seen more than a few Holders with bandages across their backs and what he would legitimately guess was at least a whole Wing's worth of riders, many of whom sported Beach knots. That was not right. He'd been in the thick of the fighting, and most of the riders in the brawl itself had been from Jungle, notably their Wingleader himself.

Though he'd not been present at the end, had left the fight when told to do so, it was clear that the riders had not gone unpunished for their involvement in the brawl. He didn't know whether, at the time, he'd thought they would or not. He wouldn't have put it past the Weyrleaders to blame it on the Holders and justify the riders reactions, but apparently that was not what had happened. What was less clear was why so many Beach riders had taken a hit for it. Had their been a secondary brawl once he'd left that they'd been involved in? He doubted it. He'd heard no whisperings of such and Beach just weren't the type from what he'd heard. So what was it, some kind of stand? He didn't know what they expected if so. The damage had been done. That boat had sailed with the denial of the crafters request.

But with everyone involved and many otherwise sporting fresh wounds, it bothered him that he had, somehow, so far gotten off scott-free. It didn't make sense. He'd been in the thick of it, knew sharding well at the time of getting involved that he'd doubtlessly get punished for it, by the Weyrlingmasters at least of not the Weyrleaders, had they decided not to punish the riders involved. It was a risk he'd taken, and it was bothering him that nothing had come of it.

Yet.

So he'd spent the rest of the afternoon knowing that something was coming for him, but even so had done his best to keep out of the way of the Weyrlingmasters. He'd done his afternoon chores mucking out stables quietly, had even gone for a run after dinner to relieve some of the tense expectation that plagued him, eventually retiring to the bathing pools to wash out the sweat and stink. Hopefully the hot water would sooth him, but quite frankly he hated the bathing springs at this time of the day anyway. It was too sharding full of everyone else washing off the day's stink, and more besides. It was here that the call finally found him.

Rhobarth's wants us outside the barracks in 20 minutes. Full training gear. You probably shouldn't be late, Lesserath added the last cautiously, after a short pause. The black had been somewhat shaken by the confrontation between the queens, having not experienced such things reverberating about the Weyrbowl before, so even Lesserath had been uncharacteristically quiet, feeding off of his rider's negative energies.

J'hal slipped slowly down under the water at the pool's edge. Though someone had seen fit to teach him how to swim as a Weyrling so that he didn't accidentally drown himself during Lesserath's exercise sessions at the river on the mainland or while washing him, he still preferred to stick to places where he could keep his feet firmly the ground. Shit, he allowed himself to think, drawing out the thought in the relative privacy of having his head under the water, as if down there he could hide from the repercussions of his actions. But inevitably he had to surface, for lack of remaining breath in his lungs if nothing else.

He dragged himself out of the pool, dried off and dressed quickly. He'd only brought a light set of clothing with him, so would have to duck back into the barracks. There was only one way in and one way out, but even so he managed not to encounter any of the Weyrlingmasters any earlier than necessary. Even though the clothes in his trunk were a mess, his leathers and straps were hung on their pegs where they should be, in tip top condition. He found that he didn't actually mind oiling and checking them on a regular basis, it was something that he and Lesserath could do alone without anyone really interfering. Plus, he'd had R'sin nail proper strap care into his head early on.

He wasn't the last to join the formations, but by no means the first either. Resolutely he took his place in the formation beside Lesserath, staring straight ahead of him and holding his head high. He was damned if he was going to show any regret for what he'd done. It had been in defence of the pregnant bluerider, after all. Lesserath, silently, supported him in that.
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Re: Getting The Ducks Back In A Row [02.04.2590 / 7:30 PM] | Weyrlings
« Reply #8 on: January 26, 2017, 08:31:54 PM »
Nalata left the weyrhall the second J'hal pointed at her and then motioned to the door. She didn't need to be told twice about leaving that mess behind. Once she heard about the mess between Halirina and Eimerra...well, she didn't feel too comfortable about what her role in all of this would be.

Nalata spent the afternoon worrying: would the weyrlings look at her for guidance like the weyr did to Halirina in this? Would they expect her to already have a well-formed opinion about what transpired today? Ever since the snakes and hunters attacked the weyr and her riders, she felt more and more uneasy with the daunting task of being a gold rider in front of her.

After feeding Minath, the pair went back to the barracks. Natala cleaned their portion of the barracks up, refolded her clothes, and made sure none of her instructors signed her up for last minute chores. Which they hadn't.

Rohbarth summons us, Minath told her, breaking through Nalata's thoughts as she lay listlessly on her cot. Standing with purpose, the young weyrling pulled on her riding leathers and jogged out to the bowl, lining up in front of Carayia. Minath joined her as she gave the other girl a small smile. Glancing at J'hal, she got a distinct impression of nothing but a bad mood.

//Please tell Lesserath thank you for J'hal getting me out of the hall,// Nalata told her dragon, placing a hand on the closest leg.
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Re: Getting The Ducks Back In A Row [02.04.2590 / 7:30 PM] | Weyrlings
« Reply #9 on: January 27, 2017, 11:38:22 AM »
T'veck hissed through his teeth, irritated at the message that was relayed to him. He had been sitting on his cot, his furs bundled up and sandwiched between him and the balmy, stone wall. The black weyrling had just managed to get into a comfortable position with enough glow light to read the Records that he managed to copy and sneak away from the Holders.

This was his usual past time. In the past, before the debacle at the construction site, T'veck would have spent his free time paling around with his old apprentice friends at the makeshift Smith's Hall. Now, when he was not oiling his dragonet's growing, blackstone dark hide, he could be found reading in an isolated place. Luckily, with today's activities, the male's barracks had been a little barren, with most of the weyrlings trying to make themselves scarce.

Reading was now his only escape from all of the malicious glares from traditionalist riders, awestruck stares from the new age riders, and the concerned questions from certain key leaders in the Weyr. When the message was relayed to him by the gravelly voice of his paired, Baleth, he scowled. Leave it to the leadership to disrupt his reading. He had made sure that all of his equipment was sound, that Baleth was oiled, and that his section of the barracks was clean. The efficiency drilled into him at the Smith Hall made short work of his weyrling chores.

T'veck rose from his bunk with a huff and donned his training gear. He had hoped that he would not have to smear the shining gleam that he buffed into his wher-hide jacket. "Let's go," he muttered to his dragonet. Baleth huffed in response, I hate meetings. The dragonet would much rather sprawled out in the day's dying sun, but instead he was going to have to stand in formation and do some stupid drills.

The black dragonpair skulked outside, only to find that the Weyrling Masters and some of the weyrlings had beat them there. Shaking his head, he assumed his position in the formation, immediately to the left of the gold weyrling, Nalata. Other than a slight nod to her, he did nothing else to acknowledge any of the other weyrlings. He knew that they were screwed, so he might as well make himself less of a target.

Baleth flopped down on the ground beside him and eyed those around him, daring them to tell him to stand. The black dragonet did what he wanted, despite instructions from those who outranked him. //Get on your feet// T'veck demanded. The weyrling huffed again, No, I feel like laying here. T'veck nudged at the black weyrling with his booted foot, to which the dragonet turned his head around and blew hot air at his rider's face. With a scowl, T'veck turned his attention back to his trainers.
As of 5.5.2590, Baleth is nine months old. He is 19.8m long, 4.125m tall, and has a wingspan of 32.868m.

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Re: Getting The Ducks Back In A Row [02.04.2590 / 7:30 PM] | Weyrlings
« Reply #10 on: January 27, 2017, 04:49:42 PM »
"FOR FARANTH'S SAKE!" The curse echoed out over the Weyr's cove. A small trickle of blood bubbled up from one of U'thar's fingers, as he had pricked it with a hook. U'thar had been slacking on his weyrling duties and was fishing with the crafters that welcomed him frequently among their ranks. Not that he neglected his little blue dragonet. He made sure that his bonded, the spotted Ewonth was well oiled and fed, before the two of them slipped away from the Barracks. It had been too stressful for the pair today and they longed for a quiet evening with the splashing waves and the feel of a line in his fingers.

Ewonth lifted his head from his front legs. The bespeckled blue dragonet had been napping nearby on the warm sands, along with U'thar's faire of fire lizards, the Boys, as they were affectionately called. A note of concern broadcasted through the link between dragon and Rider, to which U'thar reassured the little blue. "I'm fine, Freckles, just pricked myself with a hook." Ewonth hummed in response, the tenor note comforting to his counterpart. However, his hum was cut short as he broadcast a message to U'thar from the Weyrlingmaster.

With a sigh, U'thar rolled his line into a tight figure-eight and tucked the hook inside, guarding himself, his clothes, and anything and everyone else from its pointed end. He stowed the length of line in one of the pockets that his bag had. Ewonth eyed his rider, Do we have to go? Its really warm right here. U'thar chuckled and stepped over to the blue and scratched an eye ridge. "Yeah, little guy, we have to go." He motioned toward the barracks and the blue dragonet stood up. The Boys squawked in protest, as they were dumped, unceremoniously, on the ground. The four flits took flight and U'thar commanded them to return to their bunk to wait. With a chirp of affirmation from the bronze fire-lizard, they blinked away.

U'thar and Ewonth made their way back to the barracks. Once inside, the rider grabbed his training gear and threw it on. Its sheen was dulled, as it was last buffed yesterday. Ewonth was too small for riding straps, so at least he didn't have that to worry about. The blue dragonpair made their way back outside and fell into formation. U'thar sighed. He just knew that he was going to get in trouble for the riot in the Weyr Hall, he could feel it in his gut. He always got in trouble for everything, even if, just like today, he wasn't even there.
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Re: Getting The Ducks Back In A Row [02.04.2590 / 7:30 PM] | Weyrlings
« Reply #11 on: January 28, 2017, 09:45:14 PM »
As soon as he’d started hearing the grumbling toward the riders, A’lori had quickly finished his food and left the Weyr Hall. The things that the Holders—and even some of the Crafters—had been saying had been… ugly. And all of it just served to make him anxious, given the fact that he’d come from a family very much straddling the divide between all three. He didn’t want to see what such a tense situation could turn into. Especially not when he could understand both sides of the argument and just wanted everyone to get along.

Had he still been a Candidate, he might have spoken up. Normally, A’lori wasn’t shy at all about expressing his opinion. But with Queriluth still so young and vulnerable…

It’d be better if he just didn’t get involved.

So it wasn’t until later, through the gossip mill, that he found out what had happened at all. And the knowledge of it made him sick to his stomach. When he’d had a spare moment between weyrling duties, he’d just climbed onto Queriluth’s sleeping couch, surrounded by his four flits, and clung to the Green and cried. For everything that had happened, and was happening, and that things had gotten to this point in the first place.

Now, he just felt scrubbed raw inside. Numb. So it took Queriluth a few concerned moments of gently saying his name before he even realized she was talking to him.

//I’m so sorry, Queriluth. What do you need?//

Rohbarth says we have to gather in formation, in our gear, in 20 minutes. She transmitted the spot they were to meet, then, though her mind’s touch, like her voice, was gentle and soft.

Thankful for the distraction, though he couldn’t help but wonder what D’zel wanted of them, A’lori went about securing his gear. Even now, the movements were becoming mechanical, second nature. The benefit of the Weyrlingmaster’s very strict expectations of them, A’lori supposed.

Soon enough, he was joining the rest of his class in formation out in the Weyr Bowl. He glanced among them, noting the less than cheery expressions of his classmates—Carayia, Nalata, J’hal, T’veck… Just as thrilled at the turn of events as he was.

Sighing faintly, A’lori settled a hand on Queriluth’s shoulder, a wordless comfort for both of them. Tall as she was now, she could nearly look him in the eyes. Her own were currently a sickly green, swirled through with concern. And worried as they were too, A’lori had to all but order his flits to stay curled up on his cot instead of coming to join them.

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Re: Getting The Ducks Back In A Row [02.04.2590 / 7:30 PM] | Weyrlings
« Reply #12 on: January 30, 2017, 06:38:56 PM »
He was sitting in the common room at a table near the back with scraps of paper and charcoal, making complicated marks and murmurings to himself, hard at work towards the upcoming followup prank towards Colvin. Before more of a coherent plan came together, Yedeth stood up and gestured towards their room. We are needed out in the training yard, full training gear.

A'tor swore, gathering up all the scraps quickly. He was late to muster once before. That will never happen again. He gave a quick nod to A'lori who was just finishing up putting on his straps before throwing everything on.

As he tied down the last of the straps, he put Risk on his pillow. "You need to stay this time. Rohbarth won't like it if you decide to pop into training again."

He ran out of the barracks and lined up in the next group behind A'lori's. Up till now, he wasn't thinking about why they were all there, but now seeing all of the weyrlings lined up, A'tor was starting to frown a bit in worry about what was about to happen here.
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Re: Getting The Ducks Back In A Row [02.04.2590 / 7:30 PM] | Weyrlings
« Reply #13 on: January 30, 2017, 07:15:18 PM »
Sa'se took one look at the absolute mess the hall was in, mouth hanging open in dismay, before he turned on his heel and scooted out of there before anyone noticed him.  He'd hoped to grab a bite to eat before going out to oil Aste, but that seemed like a terrible idea at the moment.  Though he only had an inkling of what was going on, he was more than happy to let those who wished to deal with it do just that.  Without him.  He wanted none of it.  Nope.  Not even a drop.

In fact, maybe it was a good idea to head out now and take care of his weyrling.  Straight away.  Post haste. 

SA'SE!  WHAT IS HAPPENING?

He flinched a bit as the query blasted into his mind.  Astereth had yet to master her inside voice.  / /Not so loud, will ya?  Sheeesh.  And I don't know, Aste.   I don't really wanna to know, to tell you the truth.  There's a bunch of people yelling and screaming and getting lashed in the hall.  Things were getting way too real for me, so I just left them to it. / /

SA'SE, I LOVE YOU!

Sa'se gave an airy chuckle as an overwhelming warm sensation was sent to him.  His little red friend was growing fast but was just as bouncy as she'd been as a hatchling.  Idly, he wondered how large she would grow.  There were many mysteries surrounding the new dragon mutations, and he was thrilled to have Impressed one despite his initial misgivings. //I know you do, Aste.  I'm coming to give you a rubdown right now.  You must be getting itchy, yea?//

SA'SE!  NO!  WE HAVE TO GO TO THE TRAINING YARD!  YOU NEED YOUR GEAR.  IN TWENTY MINUTES!  HURRY, HURRY!  YAAAAY, WE GET TO DO STUFF!

Again, he cringed and groaned inwardly.  He didn't want to go train.  Not right now.  But nevertheless he did an abrupt about-face and quickly ran to suit up. // Aw, man.  Lame.  Fine, I'm coming, but please, PLEASE lower your voice.  I'm getting a headache.

ok sa'se.  i love you.  see you soon., came the nearly inaudible whisper.

He couldn't help but snicker at the dramatic difference in volume as he quickly made his way out of the barracks and arrived at the training field shortly after.  Falling into formation next to the others, he was uneasy. Gatherings were not his strong suit.

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Re: Getting The Ducks Back In A Row [02.04.2590 / 7:30 PM] | Weyrlings
« Reply #14 on: February 03, 2017, 06:34:23 PM »
Once the Weyrlings had been led out of the fighting, things had not exactly settled back to normal, but they had normalized themselves some.  Of course, she had made sure Saviavi was all right; after all she had taken  hell of a hit in the head.  And, because there could be justice in this world, she knew the Holder who'd attacked her would have needed to be carried out of the Hall once the dust would start to settle. 

But as things were winding down and she was getting ready to settle in for the evening, a call came.  And not just to come in, but to be there in her leathers, in formation per class.  That couldn't be good all right.

So Erinai did exactly what she had to and she threw on her leathers again and she made her way down to the assembly place with Ykalth in tow.  And something was telling her, it would not be a pleasant evening.

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Re: Getting The Ducks Back In A Row [02.04.2590 / 7:30 PM] | Weyrlings
« Reply #15 on: February 09, 2017, 07:30:40 PM »
The weyrlingmaster stood at the head of the gathering weyrlings, keeping note who was making it on time. So far, everyone was, which was a large source of surprise. D'zel gave a nod to his assistants, "Good evening. I thought we would have an impromptu lesson on rider pride and heritage. T'nax, I want you to handle the middle classes, Isotarine, please take the younglings. I will deal with the older classes." He gave a small lopsided grin to the two behind him.

I am doing well. I hope the scare earlier didn't bother either of you. He dipped his head in the direction of the two dragons on either side, when his eye caught a glimpse of an offending black dragonet laying on the grass. Next to his rider, T'veck. We have a repeat offender, the blue sent an image to D'zel. Do you want to handle him this time? //I will respectfully decline this time around. I might not be able to resist putting in a choke hold again.//

Giving a heavy mental sigh, Rohbarth stood up and flared his wings, eyes immediately swirling red. BALETH, he yelled at the black dragonet in a focused shout that only he heard. Do you dare show such disrespect to your leadership? Stand in formation, NOW. The blue stared down the black, letting him decide his fate.

D'zel, deciding that he will just move on and let Rohbarth handle the upstart, began. "As you all heard and most likely have seen, there was a fight that broken out between the weyr and the holders. Some of you were there fighting as well. I know who you are, but that is not important." He started to pace up and down the ranks, looking each and every man and woman in the eyes. "What is important is that you know that in a weyr, like every other weyr before this one, we. are.  family. When one member of that family needs help, I would hope you would help. However, what is not acceptable is fighting. Here, in this island, fighting with the holders spells death to all of us."

His voice started to get louder and more forceful the longer he talked. "The older riders have already paid their price in the hall. Being a family such as this, so will you. But I will not whip you. But we are going to train into the night until you wished you had the lashing."

D'zel stopped again in front of his team, dropping to a whisper. "Start them off with 1 hour of air sits, then free reign. Don't push them to complete exhaustion, but you can get close. Take your students and carry on." //Rohbarth, same split up with you and the other two, but go through the standard stretching and balancing routine with the dragonets, however longer than usual.//

D'zel walked to his group of weyrlings while Rohbarth took the dragonets. "Alright, your training tonight is endurance. Feet shoulder width apart, and knees bent till your legs are flat." He demonstrated as he described it. "Now you copy me. And hold."
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Re: Getting The Ducks Back In A Row [02.04.2590 / 7:30 PM] | Weyrlings
« Reply #16 on: February 10, 2017, 09:10:29 PM »
S'ren! S'ren! We're being called to the Weyrbowl, and I think it's urgent... We have twenty minutes, do you have time to get ready?, the little Blue murmured worriedly. You're to be in full leathers and in formation with our class.....

S'ren swore, immediately starting to look for his riding gear. "I don't have time to hide my chest....." he muttered to himself, throwing the jacket over his shoulders. I don't get why you need to..... The Weyrling smiled at his dragon, amused at Darath's continued distaste for his binding. The dragonling had almost immediately decided that it was a very bad idea and was hurting his rider. Even if he was right, it wasn't going to stop S'ren. "Because people would think very different of me if they knew, little one. But this time, for once, I won't. We need to head out."

Darath led the way, his head held high above his small body as he marched towards the weyrbowl. Even though he was still small, even for a Blue his age, Darath was very confident, carrying himself well and without any of the clumsiness many young dragons displayed. S'ren followed after, glad he didn't have to urge Darath to hurry. He knew this was unlikely to be a nice or easy training session, and didn't want to be late and risk D'zel's wrath, which was likely to be high tonight of all nights, with the riot.

You weren't involved, though, the Blue interupted suddenly. "No, but the Weyr needs to stand together and we can't do that if we're rioting. I don't know what will be happening. But we'll be ok."

S'ren and Darath quickly joined the other youngest group, just as D'zel began to speak. Darath looked nervous, anxiously nudging the boy's leg.

S'ren stood still, slouching slightly to hide the slight curve of his chest, as the Weyrlingmaster spoke, his fears confirmed. They'd all be sufficiently punished as a group, even if they hadn't been involved. He followed as D'zel showed, hoping to get it over without complaint.

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Re: Getting The Ducks Back In A Row [02.04.2590 / 7:30 PM] | Weyrlings
« Reply #17 on: February 11, 2017, 01:55:01 PM »
It surprised A’lori to hear that some of his own classmates had been involved in the riot. He’d heard rumors that some of them had, sure, but to have it confirmed by the Weyrlingmaster… He had to resist the urge to glance among them, especially at the Black riders, to see if there was any indication of who had been the ones fighting. It all just seemed so stupid. Didn’t they realize they’d potentially put their dragons in danger by doing so? 

A’lori also bit his lower lip at D’zel’s assertion they were going to be punished as well. But we didn’t do anything wrong… As he was, his Green felt confused as to why the entirety of the weyrlings were going to be disciplined. Shouldn’t that have only applied to the ones that were actually fighting? What purpose did it serve to punish those that had recognized they shouldn’t get involved?

Not that he would say such a thing out loud, and A’lori made sure his expression didn’t change into a scowl. //I don’t know,// he told his dragon, fingers still playing over her hide as the Weyrlingmaster finished his lecture. //Family or no, this is runnershit.// Perhaps it was owing to his own background as a Crafter, and having been raised for part of his life in Fort Hold… but the whole thing just seemed…

It’s unfair, Queriluth finished, the sickly green of her eyes bleeding toward the hotter colors of anger. But, ever obedient, she wouldn’t comment on it to their superiors either. Despite how they felt, they were good students. And neither of them had the energy for any more confrontation today.

They stepped apart as Rohbarth directed the dragonets into their own portion of the extended training, A’lori caressing Queriluth’s shoulder one last time before he moved to imitate D’zel. All the physical aspects of weyrling training had been hard for him at first, unused to athletics as he was, and slightly built besides. But though A’lori hadn’t bulked out as many of his classmates had—and Faranth save him from how damn attractive some of them had gotten—but his narrow body had started to become more flexible, more resilient. But even with that added strength, he well knew that his muscles were going to be very, very sore by the end of the night.

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Re: Getting The Ducks Back In A Row [02.04.2590 / 7:30 PM] | Weyrlings
« Reply #18 on: February 12, 2017, 02:04:18 PM »
And there it was, the punishment. The weyrling groaned but didn’t further protest. It wasn’t the ideal way to spend an evening, but it’s not like he had anything better to do.

Do your best to keep up, Tilioth, but if you get tired they won’t be mad if you stop. The idea is to punish us, not you. The Green wasn’t a pushover, but she was young still and he knew their teachers wouldn’t want to see the dragonets get hurt. To her credit, though, Tilioth wasn’t one to give up easily. It will be fine, mine. I will pace myself. Briefly, C’dus looked to where Marika stood with her age group. He made a mental note to scrounge up some sort of gift for her, a thank you for her interest in their training. The weyrling was fairly sure he wouldn’t have survived tonight without her help.

Their weyrling class was a small one but he was glad for that. As C’dus began the exercises, he kept a grin on his face. To Sokon and S’ren he said, “First one to give in has to be on laundry duty for the rest of the week, deal?” There were worse chores out there, but he wanted to spice it up a little more. “And whoever lasts the longest gets their dragon oiled for them tonight.” C’dus was one of the youngest, but he was also fairly confident he could hold his own against his counterparts.

Tilioth chuffed a scoff at her bonded’s arrogance. This is supposed to be a serious lesson. One that the Green herself didn’t want to have to repeat. A little friendly competition never hurt. Except, of course, when it did hurt.

In the fading daylight it was hard to decipher everyone’s expression, but at the very least he hoped his offer would lighten the mood some. They were all in this together, after all.

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Re: Getting The Ducks Back In A Row [02.04.2590 / 7:30 PM] | Weyrlings
« Reply #19 on: February 12, 2017, 02:23:22 PM »
Unlike most of her fellow Weyrlings, D’zel’s decree that their punishment for the riot in the Weyr Hall was going to be training into the night, Marika merely grinned. Good. Training was easy. Training she could do. She already pushed herself harder than she needed to with personal training outside the Weyrling classes. She was willing to bet she was in better physical condition than the majority of her classmates.

Just do not bleed all over the place again. Kelith cooed from her ledge, content to watch over the punishment of the riders from above.

Marika frowned, she’d forgotten about her shoulder to be honest. Slade had remained in their weyr, Marika ordering him to stay behind whenever she was in class with the Weyrlings. Without his weight on her she barely felt the injury, Searic’s cleaning of the wound and stitching was perfect. It itched more than anything as her skin healed. But Kelith was right, if she wasn’t careful, too much exertion tonight would pull the stitches out, and blood was so shardingly difficult to get out of fabric.

Thankfully, D’zel’s first punishment was something that was not going to force her to use her shoulder. Her brow quirked as the Weyrlingmaster said they would be holding the air sit position for an hour. Even an hour-long wall sit was difficult, an air one would be close to impossible even for people in perfect shape. Their muscles would simply give out before then.

Marika suspected completing a full hour of the position was not the point of the lesson though. The point was they would do this together, as a group, for as long as possible without complaint. They could encourage one another and possibly even work together. That was the point of a Wing, a Weyr, a family, as D’zel had put it. Marika already knew that when she saw her classmate’s legs begin to shake and wobble, the easiest thing to do would be to team up, pair off with each other, back to back and use one another as make-shift walls, in essence, support one another.

For now, though, Marika sunk down into the proper form, back straight, legs apart, squatted down until she looked as though she were in a seated position though there was no chair and she held it and focused on her breathing. Inhale. Hold. Exhale. Holding one’s breath while doing this would only lead to exhausted muscles that gave out quicker, she kept her breathing steady and normal and kept the flow of oxygen to her muscles as they worked.
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Re: Getting The Ducks Back In A Row [02.04.2590 / 7:30 PM] | Weyrlings
« Reply #20 on: February 14, 2017, 11:15:07 AM »
Well great.  Just great.  He hadn't even done anything and here he was being punished regardless.  Sa'se realized that they were all being made an example of, and he understood the importance of such a lesson but.... FUCK.  This was still going to hurt.  Likely quite a bit too.  Sighing, he dropped down as low as he could and held.  Generally he could do the physical exercises with little-to-no issue, but for an hour?  Non-stop?  His legs were going be useless for the next few days for sure. 

Dimly, he wondered what the other weyrlings thought of this, and which ones had been involved but he said nothing as usual.  Being silent worked out for the most part, no chance of pissing anyone off.  D'zel didn't like whining besides. Oh no, complaining would likely just get him another hour.  Or something even worse.

//I just wanted soup,// he thought dismally.

SA'SE!  WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

//I'm doing an hour long air sit for no apparent reason, Aste// he replied crossly.

BUT SA'SE!  YOU DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!  YOUR LEGS ARE GOING TO BE SORE!  HAHAHA!  YOU'RE GOING TO WALK FUNNY, AREN'T YOU! JUST LIKE YOU DID AFTER THE WHERRY INCIDENT!  HAHAHAHA!

//Ok, Aste.  Enough// he interjected quickly.  The Wherry Incident had been a humbling experience indeed.

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Re: Getting The Ducks Back In A Row [02.04.2590 / 7:30 PM] | Weyrlings
« Reply #21 on: February 16, 2017, 07:23:29 PM »
Nalata stood at attention and listened to D'zel gave them instruction. Inwardly, she was disappointed. The majority of them weren't even involved, yet they got punished! Sure, dragonriders were a family, but when a rider messed up, his wingleader punished him. Not the whole wing.

As she followed her classmates to meet T'nax, she absent-mindedly chewed on her lip as she thought. The events had a far-reaching consequence that her classmates didn't realize, and it only pertained to her. One of the junior weyrwomen disobeyed her senior. What was the protocol for that? (Other than that it's not supposed to happen.) The implications of that were huge.

Increased control over the junior weyrwomen, and thus her? Would she have more things to worry about? And of course, the weyr's image was now at risk because of that internal challenge. If the gold don't respect order, then who else would?

Nalata was determined to be on her best behavior for the next...well, ever. She couldn't give anyone reason to doubt her commitment to the weyr, especially since there shouldn't have been a reason to doubt in the first place.

It would just make her life more scrutinized than she already thought it was. But, her life wasn't her own anymore. It belonged to Minath and to the weyr. And she would have to do a good job for the people.
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Re: Getting The Ducks Back In A Row [02.04.2590 / 7:30 PM] | Weyrlings
« Reply #22 on: February 17, 2017, 01:34:25 AM »
Bleating about how unfair it was wouldn't solve anything.

It would make her feel moderately better though. She hadn't done anything! In fact, judging from the other scowling faces currently appearing all around Carayia suspected she was neither alone in her feelings nor the only weyrling who'd actually missed the fight.

This is not fair at all. But it could be fun?! We like drills...! he pointed out. Vesith certainly never minded the exercises that were designed to strengthen his flight muscles and help him fly - mostly because in the air he wasn't actually very good. Something that Carayia had teased him about; running around or close to the ground were a whole other matter.

"I'm going to have to crawl back to the bunk...." she muttered, not really expecting anyone to hear her; while Carayia actively spent time running about and helping Vesith well...playing tag and such on the ground, she was not that fit this was going to sharding hurt.

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Re: Getting The Ducks Back In A Row [02.04.2590 / 7:30 PM] | Weyrlings
« Reply #23 on: February 19, 2017, 05:18:04 AM »
Sokon stood stoically as D’zel gave his lecture, mostly understanding where he was coming from, yet truth be told she would always have stepped in once that pregnant rider had been downed. She probably could have gotten out of the mob afterwards, and she didn’t approve of the fight in the first place, but she couldn’t have stood by and let someone get hurt regardless of the reasons behind it. She had been knocked to the ground and it was her duty to step in at that time.

So when Isotarine came over to give them the first of their drills, Sokon was quick to obey the command. Apologising mentally to each and every weyrling that had been included in this punishment because of her actions, never mind the scant few other weyrlings that had also been involved. It didn’t matter the pain that the exercise would cause. So long as her classmates were still standing, so would she.

Thankfully she had started doing leg strengthening exercises as a way to encourage Creath in her own wing strengthening exercises, as per the suggestion by Seng and his blue dragon. It wouldn’t make the task any easier, to be sure, though it would at least mean she had a higher chance of not failing her classmates by failing to hold the stance for the full hour. Sure her form may falter after a while, but she will do whatever she could to ensure she carried it out for as long as possible.

We need to do stretches with Hiraeth… The green whispered to her bonded as Sokon settled into the uncomfortable stance, eyes whirling anxiously as she took into account the sudden motion of dragonets surging forwards to fulfil their own orders.

//Move slowly. Hiraeth won’t let you hurt yourself.// Sokon reassured the green. Happy when Creath tucked her wings up the way Forrikenth had shown her and finding herself a place among her peers in front of Hiraeth. She may not have been part of the fight, but Sokon’s determination in the matter was enough to brush off on the green dragonet, and so carried out the instructions given to her with minimal fuss, only moving away when she felt a dragonet was encroaching a little too much into her personal space.

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Re: Getting The Ducks Back In A Row [02.04.2590 / 7:30 PM] | Weyrlings
« Reply #24 on: February 21, 2017, 05:17:56 PM »
A'tor had to put serious effort in not have a twitch in his eye. 1 hour squats? He understood where the grizzled blue was coming from about with riders and family but what was he talking about with overall punishment to everyone?

It's ok. It's just more training, right? He said no one is going to get whipped for the riots. A'tor mentally grumbled at the dragon. //Just let me feel sorry for my self and don't make this into an uplifting ordeal// Yedeth nosed A'tor's hip, sending feelings of support.

The weyrling sighed, fell out of formation and gathered with the group around Isotarine, falling into the position that D'zel was modeling. He finally was finally feeling better and closer the strength that he had before his accident, but this was another realm entirely. He prayed that chores were light tomorrow and he didn't have to climb stairs.
Yedeth: 5.3 meters; 3 months old

 

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