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Author Topic: Drills, Drills, Drills [10/08/2590 | 1.00PM] || Kalestath 2589 Weyrlings  (Read 1243 times)

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“Feeling stuffed, mates?” Wa’by drawled as the last of the weyrlings entered the weyrbowl after lunch, amusement playing over his features at the varied responses. “Well, ‘opefully Ya’ve left some room, otherwise you’re not gonna have much fun this arvo.” He added with a clap of his hands, turning around to lead the group further away from the weyr’s entrance and towards the grassy training grounds where a collection of pots and cloth-wrapped sticks had been laid out.

“Blade sparring!” The weyrlingmaster assistant declared with a broad grin, hands on his hips as he looked to see what, if any the reaction was. Eagerness? Hesitation? It didn’t really matter, they were gonna be doing blade sparring whether they wanted to or not.

“Alright. Here’s the drill.” He chuckled here, the dual meaning behind the word only becoming noticed as he said it. “Your anklebiters’re goin on over to Red. He’s got some stuff for ‘em, while you buggers get to stay here and play a bit o’ knifey spoony... Well. Knifey sticky.” He gestured towards the pots, a white, watery substance visible as they approached and the cloth-wrapped sticks next to them.

“Grab a buddy, smallest dragon wins. The champ grabs a stick for himself, and one for you too, dips his in the paint and joins ya somewhere you can stretch out. When I yell, Sticky’s gonna try and “cut”-cha ‘til there’s five marks on yer leathers. Then it’s your turn to give it a burl. When you’re both sufficiently marked, settle on down and enjoy the weather ‘til we’re all sorted.”

“Now just because you got a stick not a dagger don’t mean you can just go thwacking it about all willy nilly. We haven’t done any drills on knifework yet, but you all should have enough common sense to at least know how one goes about trying to stab, or slash at someone. So that’s what you’re to do. You are not to go trying to bludgeon your mate over the head, keep it above the belt and below the neck. Righteo?”
He finished, giving the weyrlings a lookover as he tried to see if there were any questions. Before one could be asked, though, he remembered to add, “and if you’re not the one with the stick, don’t fuckin’ bludge and just let ‘em hitcha. Try and defend or you’re just throwin’ it all to the shit.”

It was a simple enough lesson. When you fought with something that could cut you, you’re gonna get cut. Before they even started drilling with blades, they needed to learn that they weren’t going to be able to avoid a small injury at least, and thus would need to exercise caution. Chances of them getting into a knife fight with another rider were slim, but the skill was a good one to learn nonetheless. If only to ensure that the knowledge was not lost.

“Chop chop now. Let’s get started.” Wa’by finished with a quick clap of his hands, his flits fluttering about as they acted as extra eyes for him while the weyrling started to pair off. Any sign of trouble and he was going to know about it, though with only a few months under his belt with the class, he didn’t have the bias to decide whether one person or the other would be worth watching closer.

Vicith, meanwhile, had been waiting for Wa’by to finish talking, and for the young dragons to give him the attention required for him to explain their end of the bargain. We’re just doing the standard flight formation. I’ll give the leader the image of a location, they pass it on, and then the last dragon gets to give it back to me. We’re working on trying to keep the image clear and concise. Focus on the features that differentiate it from the rest of Pern. explained, sharing an image of both the formation they would be doing and the way in which the message was to be passed. The dragons were to be in groups of ten, and would be doing one sweep of the weyrbowl, before the formation rotated, always in the same direction.

Because we are flying in mixed groups, always be aware of who is nearby. Adjust as necessary. We don’t want any collisions during the switches, and you need to be able to keep the location in mind regardless of what manoeuvre we are to do. He finished with a rumble, waiting until the three wings were ready before getting himself airborne, moving aside quickly so the dragons could sort out their positions.

Only when they were ready did he pass the image to Minath and the two other lead dragons, an eeasy one to start as they warmed their wings. It was of the Northern side of the island, from the top of the volcano they called home. It followed the mountain range as it disappeared into the jungle, and far off in the distance, the plains where wild wherry could be found darting among the long grass. The focus, however, was the volcano’s peak, with a hint of jungle and ocean to the west, and the stony mountains to the north and east. If they focused too much on detailing the features further off in the distance, their coordinates would be wrong, and by the time it got to the tenth dragon in the wing, the centrepoint of their trip would be off.

Not that anyone was going between that afternoon. There was still a fair amount of preparation to be done before they were confident enough to start the one on one lessons, and even then D’zel himself would most likely be present, his seniority a boon when one considered it was Wa’by’s first stint as an assistant weyrlingmaster.

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*Makes up flying drills*

This affects Kalestath’s 2589 clutch. For simplicity sake – the focus will be one group of ten, which covers every active player and then some.

Thanks to Rubi, I’ve also managed to draw up the basic formation the dragons are gonna be doing. For the first round, Minath is number 1, though the order is up to you beyond that. Numbers five, six and seven are flying underneath the main wing and the order of numbers is how things get moved around.

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Ahh shards.

There is nothing to worry about. What is class for if not to help you improve? The gold was striding towards where the pale blue was waiting, but spared a soft glance for her bonded before focusing on the task she was about to undertake.

Right. Learning. Nalata responded with a determined nod, glancing at her classmates before beckoning one of them over. There was no doubt that someone would have chosen to partner her without prompting, but she needed to take the lead – to show her commitment to the role that would be hers once they graduated.

“You might as well grab our sticks on your way. Wa'by said lower rank goes first.” She called quickly before the other weyrling had moved to far away from the pots of makeshift paint. It wasn't meant to be rude – a needless reminder that she outranked all her peers, but a clarification of the sometimes confusing way the assistant weyrling master spoke. It had taken her a while when he took up the mantle after Isotarine, however she only really struggled when he was overexcited now, and even then found him expressive enough to fill in the gaps.

As per the instructions prior to lunch, Nalata wore her riding leathers, and since she was only defending at the moment, spent the time waiting for her classmate to try and loosen up, makeshift “blade” held awkwardly in her right hand. An archaic, but important skill, bladework, and one she'd known they would eventually have to start learning, but she had hoped there would be a little more flying before they had to work on the advanced hand to hand combat drills. Hopefully she'd manage to not make a complete fool of herself this class. She had to have learnt something in this last turn and a bit.

Minath offered more encouragement over the bond before she was fully attentive to Vicith's instructions, taking into account the visual aid he provided for what formation they were to be flying and how the drill would be carried out. She did not hesitate as she took up the lead position, rustling her wings as she prepared for the order to take off. They were still working on their endurance, and would only do two sweeps at a time before resting, but Minath expected her clutchmates to perform flawlessly, and would expect no less from herself, either, nevermind the fact they'd need a good deal of practice to get this spot on. No. Set the bar high and aim higher. Nothing less was acceptable to the youngest queen of Southern Winds.

As they got airborn, she huffed softly, some semblance of serenity washing over at the feeling of being properly airborne. This was what dragons were meant to do.

Vicith's image was as crisp as one would expect and it was with steely resolve that Minath outlined the volcano's peak, the weyrs just below and then the mountain rage that spread beyond. She would not pass on the wrong image, of that she was certain, and as she gave it to the dragon behind and to her right, she rumbled an icy Do not fail me in this.

While her own projection wouldn't be as detailed, there would be no doubt that it was of a position on top of the volcano facing North. She felt no need to focus on more than the immediate surroundings. Her classmates would do well to do the same. Details of the immediate area to which they intended to go were critical, and each dragon would no doubt have a personal touch to it that could not be helped. So long as it remained clear and precise, to the point they could between on it, Minath would be… content.

Minath is ten months old in 06.2590. 24m long; 5.4m tall; 40.2m wingspan.
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J'hal rolled his eyes, something he'd been doing a lot since Wa'by had taken over their training. Could he never just say anything straight?

But at least the bluerider was baring good new this day. Blade sparring was one of the more entertaining drills that they were put through on a regular basis. He didn't particularly care for all the rules that came with the sport, however. Fighting, for him, was not about sport, but about survival. And if you hoped to come out of a real fight alive, you had to be prepared to throw such restrictions to the wind and fight dirty. Unlike some, he wasn't afraid of giving his classmates a good wallop.

He caught Nalata's beckoning eye as he glanced around, raising an eyebrow at the apparent summons. Seeing as he had no particular preference on partner, he shrugged and moved to follow her. He paused mid-stride, however, at the not-quite-command. "Lower rank?" he muttered to himself. What cheek, he'd said smallest dragon. There was a difference. The young goldrider had come along way from the quiet girl that had first Impressed Minath, it seemed.

Grumbling, he nonetheless grabbed two sticks and stabbed them into the paint pot. His mood was overall quite good though, so it didn't last long as he made his way back over to Nalata and tossing her one of the sticks handle-first. He gave his own a swing, adjusting his hold to a more comfortable position with better balance. "Alright, Sticky," he said to Nalata, echoing Wa'by with a sarcastic air as he sketched a mock bow with the stick, "ladies first."

Lesserath, and Maya riding on his shoulder, turned their attention from J'hal and Wa'by to Vicith as the Weyrlingmaster handed their half of the lesson over to the blue. He didn't know why the bluerider continued to call them ankle-biters anymore, he was not far off of being the size of the full grown blue.

It was good to get into the air. It was something that the black and his rider had long awaited, even if they'd ended up with more annoying restrictions on their newfound ability than they had at first anticipated. It still wasn't deemed safe for them to leave the Weyr as they pleased, for instance, no matter that Lesserath thought himself more than an equal match for any hunter that may come along. He would have preferred to have his rider airborne on this drill with him, but he could not begrudge his rider the chance at some sparring practise as he knew that J'hal would prefer that than formation and visualisation drills.

He was quick to angle himself into position behind the Minath, if only to be in front of the rest of his classmates, ready to receive the image from her. I would not presume to disappoint you, he rumbled back to her icy comment, carefully examining the image he received from her. Ok, volcano top, facing... north? There was not much detail to the view beyond that on which to judge the orientation. But Minath had provided enough detail on the foreground for Lesserath to work it out from a quick glance at the mountain's peak. Without really intending to, he included a little more detail in the silhouette of the mountains as they curved down to the plains as he passed the image onto the dragon behind him. Don't let us down, he added, tone decidedly cheerier than Minath's had been to himself (which wasn't hard), but no less serious.

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@Kyya Tag, you're it ;)
« Last Edit: August 18, 2017, 03:22:33 PM by J'hal »
As of 10.2590, Lesserath is 29.84m long and 6m tall (14 months old)

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M'lan  grumbled as he listened to everything that was said. So blades well this would be something new. With sticks no less yep this would be so interesting. What would he do. He watched as all the others grabbed sticks and he grabbed his own looking over to Corvath he shakes his head and points to the other dragons You listen to the big blue and the queen Cor no one else got it.

Always and I like the queen we will catch her no one else.

The dragon then looked at the Queen and Blue listening to them both. He then spoke to the Queen. As You Wish
Corvath is 15 months and is 31.45 Length, 6.29 Height, 52.207 Wingspan 10/2590

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Learning to decipher Wa’by’s unique diction had been something of an experience after he’d replaced Isotarine, but A’lori found it far less frustrating than some of his classmates. Rather than be perturbed or annoyed at how cryptic some of his sentences were, A’lori just found it fun. It was like a puzzle all on its own—almost a group project to figure out what he’d said in the most extreme cases. But with time, he’d discovered there was a certain rhythm to it; not predictable, exactly, but with enough repeating structure that most of the time he could figure out what exactly they were being told.

And this was no different, though he wasn’t as thrilled about the prospect of bladework, and narrowly avoided making a face. This wasn’t… really his thing. A’lori couldn’t imagine ever actually dueling another rider, so there seemed little point. But their teachers had judged it was something that should be passed down anyway, for the preservation of the knowledge just like Threadfall drills even though he hoped he would never see those silvery filaments in the sky again.

At least, in the past turn and some change, he’d gradually been honed into someone much fitter and leaner than he’d been during his Candidacy. Of course, O’sir’s students still did some physical conditioning, but he’d found that there was a different sort of intensity to it as a weyrling. And his memories of hating even laps, easily winded and not really built for it, were still fresh in his mind. How he had hated all of that. Now, though, he could keep up with his classmates and not feel his cheeks burn with embarrassment. Thinner and more feminine he might be than some of the others—like A’tor or J’hal—but the previously soft lines of his body had given way to lean muscle.

So though he wasn’t exactly thrilled about blade practice, he was determined that he’d give as good as he got, regardless of who his partner was.

I’m sure you will, Queriluth crooned to him, bumping his shoulder gently with her nose before she moved away to join the other dragons near Vicith. Her voice sweet as ever, she wasn’t particularly pleased with not being able to do the drills with A’lori, but complaining about it all was pointless. So she would go without griping, leaving him with a soft purr as she joined her siblings.

At times, A’lori still wasn’t sure what to make of the Black riders in his class—brooding and easily riled up as they so often were—but he wasn’t about to be someone giving them a hard time when it wasn’t necessary. There was enough prejudice in the Weyr already; and unsure of them though he might be, he was determined to be friendly. So when M’lan was the closest of his classmates, he offered him a smile. “Shall we?”

For her part, Queriluth had taken up her assigned place in the formation, quiet but attentive as she waited for the dragon previously in line to pass on the image to her. When it did reach her, she had to repress a faint shudder; the pretty Green disliked the feel of other minds, and only narrowly avoided the impression that she was pulling away from it. She didn’t particularly relish the idea of having Vicith reprimand her for not paying attention, or be ridiculed for messing up the image. So she lingered just long enough to get a clear picture, and then passed it on to the next dragon in the line.

Unlike the former dragons, she didn’t send it with a greeting or even words. Just a sharp image, centered in the north-facing way that she had received it, that she dropped almost unceremoniously into their mind with a brush of her sweet presence.

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@CatTiff

I figured Queriluth would be a bit further back than either Lesserath or Corvath, since she’s a Green, but whoever wants to say they either sent or received the image to/from her are more than welcome to. Live your dreams. <3
« Last Edit: September 11, 2017, 11:19:01 PM by A'lori »

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Wa'by wandered on through the paired off weyrlings, making no comments as he wandered as it was not quite the point of this first exercise. For himself, he simply took note of who seemed to struggle, and who displayed talent with the makeshift blade, keeping them in mind so as to ensure he could keep future sessions within their skill ranges. He may not have been teaching long, but he knew well enough that he'd have to adjust each lesson to cater for the different capabilities. You didn't want to leave those who were a little slower on the uptake in the dust, but you also didn't want to slow things down so much that the more capable weyrlings got bored. It was a … challenge, to be sure.

"Oi Chuckles. Get a move on, mate. Stretch's gonna be devo if you don't give 'im a go!" He said as he approached one of th eother black weyrlings, giving him a nudge that was mnost definitely harder than what he had intended to try and urge him closer to the green rider who had spoken to him… Though truth be told they were pretty close already. Not bothering to apologise for asking M'lan to pick up his feet, he turned away ever so slightly as he brought thumb and finger to his mouth in a small ring and blowing fiercley, a piercing whistle that no doubt would have drawn attention sounding forth.

"Keep on, nippers. Just tryin' to get Shiela over here." He explained with a dismissive wave of his hand, the green flit in question appearing in front of him a heartbeat after the short whistle.

"Make sure this lot don't come a gutser, eh, Sheila?" He said softly to the flit, sparing a moment to wink at the young green rider before wandering off to the next pair. He didn't think there'd be any problems. They were just using sticks covered in paint after all… But M'lan's attention hadn't seemed all there, and he didn't want anyone getting injured… yet. So Sheila would keep an eye on things.

She chirruped once before proceeding to fly in a slow figure out above the heads of M'lan and A'lori, well enough away so as not to be a distraction while still being able to do as per Wa'by's request. She did still have her mind open should Grog call her to attention, but short of disaster, the golden queen wouldn't be likely to interrupt direct orders from their bonded.

How'sitgoan up there? He asked Vicith, sparing a moment to look at the dragons in the sky above, the three groups managing fairly well together despite the varying sizes of the dragons in each wing. It was an excellent teamwork strategy, and he noted the queen's wing in particular seemed to have made adequate allocations for the smaller greens and reds, though they were perhaps flying a little slower than he had anticipated.

We won't be betweening into any walls as of yet, but we're getting pretty close. He responded with all the dry humour that usually characterised his voice. It was only the underlying approval that followed the words that gave Wa'by better insight to how they were actually doing. The image transferance drills had been happening for a while, and though there was a definite varyance in the image Vicith received back, the esense stayed the same. Not great when one considered how precise a jump between needed to be, but certainly not as bad as when they started.

Change The blue called as the wings looped around the other side of the weyrbowl, keeping himself above the three of them to see how they handled the turn, and position switch, in particular how the rest of the wing accommodated the size shifts that were happening.

His review on their abilities would be saved for once they had landed. For now it was just a matter of keeping them focused and attentive. If any of you feel strain in your wings, please alert me. We will fly only so far as you can manage He added before sending the next image to the new lead dragon, this time of the minehall, with the volcano in the distance. It would be a harder image for the weyrlings, considering there was only a small chance they may have been down at the construction site, and so they were experiencing an entirely new image. It would help weedle out those who added their own inflections to the earlier projection, and determine where possible weaknesses may lie.

It wasn't that Vicith wanted the dragons to fail. There was a lot they still needed to learn, an donly by knowing their shortcomings would they be able to proceed.

Very nice, well done. Remember to fly as fast as your slowest member. We fly as a group, not individually. There was no obvious issue with the wing, though the blue felt the reminder should be enforced, particularly when one took into account the size difference between the ten dragons. There was no reason to cause unnecessary strain by expecting a green to keep pace with a bronze for an extended period.

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@CatTiff  @SirAlahn  @Spiffy  Pretty sure I gotcha all. Cat - M'lan is Chuckles, and Alahn, I had "Avo", "Allo", or "Stretch" For A'lori, but figured "Stretch" worked best since Wa'by wouldn't have known him as a Candidate (unless you want us to plot something out for that xD) Just, giving Wa'by something to do, so sorry for pickin' on ya xD It was that or play with Nalata and J'hal and there's no fun in playing with myself, even with Spiffy as a buffer ;)

For everyone else, I'm assuming the reds would be slowing down the wing a little, but that all dragons are doing nicely. If you want to change that, feel free to. Where's the fun in a perfect drill :P
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"Thank you, J'hal." Nalata said with a polite dip of her head as she took the proffered stick.

It felt foreign in her hand, and not just because it was a wooden parody of a real knife. She gave J'hal a quick glance as he adjusted his hold on his "weapon" and tried to imitate it, her hand eventually finding a position similar to what one used on a knife handle when chopping vegetables in the kitchen. She tried a quick slashing motion, to see how it felt, and switched her grip slightly so it didn't feel quite as awkward before returning her full attention to the black weyrling in front of her.

She hesitated a moment as she processed his actions, looking for all intents and purposes as though she were figuring out how best to start the bout. She was certain Wa'by had intended the lower rank to go first, and she had said as much when J'hal headed over. Was this something she needed to pull him up for?

He hadn't made it an order, she was just relaying information, and J'hal had responded. Was it significant enough to worry about correcting him, or did she let it slide? Were there any long term problems from either approach?

She did consider reaching out to Minath for advice, but she was concentrating on following Vicith as he led them through the air, waiting for the final dragon to pass the image back to her and while her encouragement still existed, she was in no state to offer advice.

The pause was brief, and even without Minath's opinion on the matter, a small smirk spread across Nalata's features as she moved into a ready stance, "blade" upright and empty hand ready to defend if and when necessary.

"I hadn't picked you as the gentlemanly sort, J'hal" she teased, her smirk turning into a grin before she lunged forward, stick aiming towards the centre of the other weyrling's chest. It wasn't a delicate motion in any way, shape or form. With no previous bladework under her belt, she turned instead to the basic sparring techniques that had been drilled into them over the last turn.

She used her stick as if it were a fist, punching more than slashing or stabbing, trying to at least have some semblance of flow as J'hal defended and twisting away to try and stab again. All her blows mainly focused on his chest and belly.

She only stopped when she thought there were enough marks to fulfil Wa'by's requirements, breathing slightly heavier than she would like. There was no-one watching who may have said Nalata was graceful in her attacks, not even the intensity of weyrling training had managed to add more than a base amount of fluidity to her actions. She just wasn't a fighter. She would manage, certainly, she was just never going to excel in bouts of strength. She'd be able to tell you what major holds tithed to which weyr during the last interval in a heartbeat. But besting an opponent of equal size was a hard task in the best of conditions.

"Alright then." She said breathily, pausing as she tried to regulate her breathing somewhat. "Your turn to attack." She finished, one more deep breath to center herself before she was once again in her approximation of a ready stance, watching the black weyrling carefully to try and make it somewhat less of an easy win once he started swinging at her.

The politics of J'hal's earlier comment were brushed aside in light of the task at hand, though she had already made a note to speak to the master harper who tutored her in those sorts of things. There was not much to be done to address it today, and she could at least be better prepared should the situation arise again. It was a fine line to tread, maintaining friendships among her clutchmates when people kept insisting on reminding her of her future role in the weyr alongside the other three gold riders.

Minath, above was rather focused on her flight path, though allowed a moment to appreciate Lesserath's mollifying statement, and the brush of his mind against hers. His hide was of no importance to her, an innate instinct telling her only that he was male, and strong, and that these were traits she would appreciate in the future. For now, his quick subservience to her, and her alone satisfied her greatly.

To Corvath, she did not deign to respond, however, was equally pleased at his own confirmation. They may be troublesome to some in the weyr, but thus far the blacks still showed the appropriate respect to herself and hers. That's what mattered in the long run.

The order to switch positions was heeded immediately, the gold tilting her wings to slow herself down as she simultaneously turned into the curve as they finished the first the loop around the weyrbowl.

 It was a tricky thing, shifting positions and turning at the same time, particularly as they were banking left while shifting right, and for all she didn't want to collide with Lesserath behind her, she was trying to complete the motion as quickly as possible, paying little attention to her invasion of his airspace and instead focussing on keeping out of the way of the dragon taking up her previous position.

As far as she was concerned, the dragon in front couldn't be expected to look around and in front of themselves, so it seemed only feasible to ignore Lesserath in lieu of the other. Rude though it may seem to others, her logic so far as the young gold was concerned, was flawless.

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Nalata's comment definitely served its presumed purpose of catching J'hal off guard for her strike, a matter for which he cursed himself quietly. He reacted to her lunge at his chest with an instinctive and probably over-strong swipe with his right arm to deflect her stick as he stepped back, which was too late to dodge the strike but which would probably give the young woman a bruise to the forearm. Goldrider or not, he wasn't going to go easy on her, particularly not when she'd surprised him. He certainly wasn't about to apologise for it.

Exhaling from the adrenaline rush her unexpected lunge produced, J'hal barked a short laugh. "I'm not," he grunted, deflecting her next stab better than the first and taking a couple of steps back to regain his advantage in reach. "Just didn't want you in too much pain to put up a good fight!" he jeered. He knew he wasn't supposed to take a swipe at her with his stick just yet, but that didn't mean he couldn't land a few hits on her pride in the meantime.

He watched her carefully then as she made her next few attempts, resisting the temptation to look at the stick itself and instead focussing on her eyes and body, watching for any signs of where she was going to strike next.  A false prediction had her landing a paint splat on his forearm when he tried to lean in the wrong direction. Her movements were jerky and she struck with odd punchy movements, neither a slash nor a straight stab. It took him a little while to work it out, but once he had it took her much longer to land the final two of the required 5 blows.

By the time they called the end, J'hal was breathing harder than before, but not having as much trouble as Nalata. Though he would not normally have let that stop him from leaping back into action, he nonetheless took the few seconds while she was regaining her breath to consider his options. This was sparring, Weyr style. He was supposed to focus on technique, not on ending the fight as quickly and decisively as possible. That meant no cheap shots to the nuts (whether or not his opponent had any), uppercuts to the jaw, or trying to trip her up. Not that he thought any of those would class as bladework, they were just what he was used to. Poor kids didn't tend to fight with blades. He was aware that a good strike to the wrist would hopefully cause an opponent to drop their weapon, but he'd had (thankfully) little enough opportunity to practise that. So, body shots only, as she'd been doing with him. Hmm.

Even exercising restraint, J'hal struck fast and hard in much the same was as he'd defended: a backhand swipe at Nalata's arm designed to either disarm her or open up her defence enough to land a shot on her chest. He continued in much the same fashion, occasionally ducking to one side only to jump back and strike from the other if she seemed to be beginning to predict his movements. No fancy twists or spins, just a rush, to keep her on the back foot.

Above, Lesserath was quietly basking in the glow of having appeased Minath somewhat. So much so, that when the command was given to switch their positions, he quite wrongly assumed that she wouldn't invade his flight space quite as she did. Looking back himself to make sure that Corvath had given him space to move right, he only caught Minath's oncoming tail just in time to avoid striking it with his wingtip. With a honk of alarm, the black tucked his wing out of the way and fell below the formation, drifting to the left as he did so and fouling the position of the dragon leading those underneath the main formation. He hissed indignantly as he recovered his level, both at Minath and the poor unfortunate who he'd all but bulled out of his way in his attempt to avoid the queen.

Lesserath's surge of anger at his situation in the air cracked J'hal's reserve somewhat. His last attack was a decidedly wild swing at Nalata's shoulder region, possibly a little high for the 'below the neck' instruction. Cursing himself, he stepped back immediately. "Shit, sorry," he apologised, frowning upwards to where Lesserath was shuffling into his new place in the formation which was struggling to otherwise hold itself together amid the disruption. The fuck's going on up there?

Minath cut me up, Lesserath grumbled, glaring balefully at the gold before him.

Well ya should'a been looking out for her. That's what your fancy wide-angle vision is for, bud, J'hal replied, shading his eyes as he looked up and getting a streak of white paint on his forehead as he did so.

Thank you for your insightful statement of the obvious, J'hal, the dragon drawled back dryly.

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@Kyya Hope this is ok! I tried not to assume too much.
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Re: Drills, Drills, Drills [10/08/2590 | 1.00PM] || Kalestath 2589 Weyrlings
« Reply #8 on: September 11, 2017, 11:16:16 PM »
Well. That was fun.

For J'hal, she was sure.

Her arms hurt already, and despite the other weyrling's grace in giving her time to catch her breath before starting his turn of attacks, she was still underprepared when he slashed out at her. She moved to wack his arm away, opening herself up and earning a firm slash across her chest for her efforts. Huffing in annoyance at having achieved nothing, she tried to watch the stick to anticipate what J'hal was doing, his press forward and her inability to successfully deflect leaving her stepping backward for a while before realising she should probably try and watch where J'hal was going instead.

Trying to think of it as normal sparring instead of using a blade - since she was at least in her depth on one on one sparring, she managed to avoid a few hits and get some semblance of dignity back, though he was managing to mark her much quicker than she had managed with him.

A somewhat foreign frustration overcame her as J'hal made a clumsy move forward, swinging wildly with his arm even as she decided, in her annoyance, that this one wouldn't hit, tripping up as she tried to step to the side and forward in the hopes of catching the black weyrling off guard at least once and copping the heavy blow on the top of her shoulder, the added force causing her to fall backwards with an undignified squeal.

Minath growled in annoyance when she heard Lesserath's honk, irritated by his inability to anticipate her motions and causing the entire formation to end up in some disarray. Perhaps a lesser dragon would have let it slide, but the confusion caused by his inability to see past his own nose followed by a hiss of all things, at herself and the other dragon he'd managed to disturb had her responding in kind a hiss of displeasure followed by a cold scolding.

Pay. Attention.

"Below the neck is under the shoulder" Nalata growled, the words scolding rather than teasing, a warning sign she should have picked up there and then that it was not just J'hal who was distracted by his dragon.

Her irritation only grew worse when he apologised and stepped back, such a quick movement and contrite, certainly, but immediately distracted as he looked to the sky and searched for their dragons. "The least you could do is help me up" Nalata grumbled, still channelling Minath's displeasure without being completely aware that she had done so. The ache in her muscles, and having tripped herself up on top of a largely unsuccessful attempt at stopping J'hal from landing his blows easily all seemed perfectly valid reasons to be irritated, and while J'hal got the relevent information, Nalata was rolling over to push herself up off the ground.

For Minath, the interaction could have finished there and then had the formation managed to pull themselves together. Unfortunately, they were still in some disarray, and Minath's cool rage at having something she did so meticulously mussed up by another dragon who had decided to take his eyes off her of all dragons bubbled under the surface.

As Lesserath conversed with his rider, Minath was gathering herself, the faint tinge of red to her eyes the only indication she was still annoyed. She kept her flight path straight, but her attention was on her peers… her subjects. If someone was paying attention, they may have seen the pause as Minath half-closed her eyes, the red disappearing entirely to be replaced by a calm blue-green before the wave of emotion was forced into the minds of the dragons nearby.

It was a technique Kalestath herself had used on her once, and one that she had yet to attempt to emulate.

What better time than when her wing formation were upset?

 It was a clumsy parody of the candle-snuffing calm Kalestath had used, and it's effectiveness would undoubtedly vary depending on which dragon felt it. She was young and inexperienced, and while she had a firmer grasp on the instinctive [/i]weight[/i] behind demanding compliance thanks to her own personality, the subtler need to create calm was a little outside of her capabilities… for now. At best, it would provide the rest of the wing something to focus on, and allow them to resume their flight with some semblance of normalcy, if perhaps unnerved by the alien command, a raw, untrained order in their minds. At worst… Well… It might be the end of the aerial exercise despite Minath's efforts to prevent failure.

Nalata clicked her tongue, disapproval on her face as she brushed off the dirt and grass that had found its way onto her leathers as she tried to calm herself down, confused as the irritation only grew stronger, as if a bit of dirt on her riding leathers was really something to be annoyed by. She realised too late that Minath was attempting to fix her command coming a breath too late, the gold's own mind softened as she pushed calm onto her wingmates, the immediate understanding of what the dragon, and Nalata herself had done causing Nalata's face to pale.

"Oh no… Minath!"

The words were for herself more than the gold dragon though, the understanding that she had not been paying her dragon enough attention to have reigned in such an act before it happened paling as she looked at her sparring partner, dreading the reaction of J'hal, and the rest of the class when they realised what had happened. Minath was a gold, true, but what right did they have to exert their authority without a direct request from the weyr leadership to do so. It was an invasion of privacy and a mistake she was not happy for them to have repeated. Granted the incident with T'veck and his had been because the black had directly challenged Minath, but that only served to make this occasion worse.

Had she been riding Minath at the time, she may have asked the dragon down, but they had been separated for this task, and it would be up to Wa'by's dragon to decide what Minath was to do, all the young woman could do was offer a soft "I'm so sorry." To J'hal and wait to find out what would come of this.

Spoiler for OOC:
@Spiffy Tagged for J'hal/Lessereth

@CatTiff   @SirAlahn since this affects Corvath and Queriluth and @Red  if you wanna join the party with T'veck ;)

If it wasn't apparent, Nalata will be getting in trouble for not anticipating Minath's reaction and is going to be rather apologetic about it.

Waiting for some responses before I get Wa'by in there so I can figure out how this affected everyone which in turn helps with gauging how the reprimand (and punishment) is handled.

Minath is using a Gold's rank to push the emotion onto the rest of the wing (at least) but the level for which your dragon is affected is completely up to you. She is young and inexperienced, and so wouldn't have the all-encompassing ability to dampen emotions that one of the adult golds do. If you're uncomfortable with any of it, please let me know and I'll seek to adjust it :)
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Re: Drills, Drills, Drills [10/08/2590 | 1.00PM] || Kalestath 2589 Weyrlings
« Reply #9 on: September 12, 2017, 11:26:02 AM »
M'lan took up a stance against A'lori for the sword fighting as J'hal was with Nalata. "A'lori want to spar against me?" He had a little knowledge of how fight with a Sword and a stick was no different.

M'lan worked with A'lori as they fought with the sticks both of them getting marked up with white paint. "You did good A'lori."

Corvath watched the queen with intent and did not take his eye off her he had relayed the image to Queriluth as he liked the green as much as the Queen in front of him. When she went to change position he keep watch of her and then was thrown off by Lesserath getting into his air space and so he dropped low.

Lesserath was not paying attention to Minath and she clipped him so he ran into me. I am okay but we are now discombobulated.

That is okay buddy get back to normal soon and Listen to Minath.

When Minath tried to calm everyone down Corvath just gave her a look as if to say what was that for. M'lan looked to Nalata and cocked his head to the side as if conveying his same reaction. Covrath was calm as was M'lan who looked to the young Queen rider in wonder. Corvath on the other hand had looked to Minath and then to Queriluth to make sure the Green was okay. Yes he was young but he liked the green as a friend.
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Re: Drills, Drills, Drills [10/08/2590 | 1.00PM] || Kalestath 2589 Weyrlings
« Reply #10 on: September 13, 2017, 10:36:23 PM »
When Wa’by shot him a wink, A’lori returned the gesture with a grin of his own. He wasn’t necessarily thrilled about the bladework, but he did appreciate the Weyrlingmaster’s dedication to making sure that things went smoothly. And though he briefly followed the Green’s trajectory in a slow circle around them, his eyes cut back to M’lan soon enough once he’d retrieved a stick for each of them, coated in the white paint.

A part of him wanted to bemoan the idea of getting paint on their riding leathers to begin with, but it would wash off. He just hoped that none of it stained permanently, particularly of the laces. Wouldn’t that just look a mess then.

His worries about textiles aside, the young Green rider did his best to focus on the exercise with the pull of Queriluth’s own efforts at the back of his mind. Having her attention on something so different felt odd, far more than just their casual leisure time when they were each doing different things, or one of them was asleep. With so much effort going in to what each of them were doing, A’lori knew that had to be part of the point—testing how much they could focus on two tasks at once, more or less.

And while her rider was having his trials on the ground, Queriluth was having her own difficulties in the air. The order from Vicith to change their positions was one that she did her best to heed, tilting her wings to follow the other dragons in her ‘Wing’ when they moved. But when there seemed to be a sort of improper shift at the apex of the flight formation, she nearly ran into another dragon when the one above her part of the formation dipped downward and the one below had to veer. The cursing that filled A’lori’s head was very unladylike, and projected only to him, but it was filled with a bit of venom.

To correct, the young Green had to flare out her wings and stall in the air, which would no doubt upset the dragon behind her too. But there was simply nothing for it if she didn’t want to run headlong into the one before her. And though she felt Corvath’s attention settle on her briefly, she didn’t respond to it, not even bothering to brush his mind, just growling in annoyance that wasn’t aimed at any one in particular.

Well. That was incorrect. If that fat Gold could learn some damn grace… Memories of their hatching flickered through her thoughts then—of just how much more coordinated she’d been even then. Minath had nothing on her when it came to being graceful.

And though he really was concerned about what was going on in the air, A’lori couldn’t quite stifle his snort of laughter in time, and sloppily thwacked M’lan across his ribs with his own stick as he did so. “Sorry,” he apologized quickly—the blow had been a little harder than had been necessary, given that Queriluth’s annoyance had flickered through him for a moment. No doubt, the blow could be returned easily, as he reflexively glanced toward Nalata before fixing his attention back on his sparring partner. They wouldn’t be done until Wa’by said they were.

//Are you alright up there?//

I’m fine. Still, her lyrical voice had taken on a catty tone that gave it an odd quality. But our formation is suffering for Minath’s mistake. No matter that it might have partly been Lesserath’s fault too, Queriluth firmly felt that it was the Queen’s error.

And when that blanketing calm tried to settle over her thoughts, the lithe Green outright hissed in displeasure. How dare that creature touch her mind? Minath might be a Queen of the Weyr, but Queriluth was the master of her own self, and she instantly resented the implication that she didn’t have a handle on her thoughts just because the “leader” of their Wing had made a mistake.

//Queriluth!// It alarmed A’lori immediately that she had hissed at his friend’s dragon, despite his knowledge of how much Queriluth disliked Queens. That was no excuse when they were trying to work together. But all he got from her was a high-pitched shrill noise echoing through his skull that was nearly a shriek.

Despite Minath’s intentions, the Green bucked against the order as much as she could. The larger female was still a Gold, after all. Had it been Kalestath, Oriath, or Imyth giving the order, she would have had no choice but to obey. But Minath had not yet assumed the entire weight of her role; and though the Green didn’t realize that her anger was receding some because of the calm radiating from the shiny Gold above her, she was determined to hold onto that spite. It would not be taken from her—even though in reality, it was already easing away into little more than grumbling displeasure.

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Re: Drills, Drills, Drills [10/08/2590 | 1.00PM] || Kalestath 2589 Weyrlings
« Reply #11 on: September 18, 2017, 03:33:45 AM »
Minath's warning was met with a curled lip, Lesserath exposing his sharp teeth. As if the orange in his eyes hadn't displayed his displeasure well enough. Watch where you're going, he replied, echoing Minath's cold tone as he shuffled himself back into position.

Nalata's grumble turned J'hal's attention back to the ground. He was somewhat surprised to see that she'd fallen over, something that he'd not registered earlier. What had she said, something about helping her up? Oh right, yeah. He did step forward and offer her his hand to pull herself up with, but by that time the other Weyrling was half way back to her feet. "You ok?" he asked, rather unnecessarily being that he'd just spent the last few minutes purposefully hitting her with a stick, but he was at least responsible enough to admit that his distraction wasn't really the best excuse for bashing her quite that hard in a sparring situation.

Both he and Lesserath were willing to let it go, with varying degrees of resentment toward Minath. At least, they were, until Minath's clumsy attempt at compulsion.

What was surely meant to me a reassuring hand felt more to Lesserath like a fist at his throat. Restraining, but threatening also. Lesserath was not by nature a dragon predisposed to arguing orders from others, not like his rider, but Minath was a peer, not an authority figure, not someone he respected for more than her hide colour. And if there was a dragon alive that was going to argue colour hierarchy, it'd be him.

But Minath was still a queen and her compulsion still held some weight, though not as much as one of the adult queens. Though his eyes flashed alternately red to blue and back again, all Lesserath could really do was rage impotently against her hold over him. But rage he did, enough for it to bleed over his bond with J'hal.

The blackrider's snarl echoed his dragon's even as Nalata cried out in surprise as she too realised what her gold was doing. His attention quickly focussed back on Lesserath, wordlessly assessing what was happening amid his dragon's resistance. Lesserath! Don't you dare! He didn't care what Lesserath's exact intentions against Minath were, he just knew none of it would be good. "Get her off of him," he growled through clenched teeth at Nalata as she looked apprehensively his way, ignoring her apology in favour of attempting to reign in Lesserath's anger where Minath could not. Should not. For fuck's sake, it was his job to look out for his dragon, not Minath's. The blackrider was most definitely not happy about such an unnecessary reaction from the queen in response to a bit of disarray that she herself had a part in causing, but he'd save worrying about that for after he'd gotten Lesserath back on track. Shit, the Weyr leadership would have his hide if Lesserath so much as scratched Minath. Calm the fuck down!

SHE HAS NO RIGHT! Lesserath all but yelled back over their bond, his words likely audible to several of the other dragons in the formation, if not by Minath herself.

I know that! But you stay in formation, if you touch a single inch of that gold I'll flay you myself! It was an empty threat and they both knew it, but with J'hal exerting every bit of control he had to reign Lesserath back in, the words were really irrelevant.
As of 10.2590, Lesserath is 29.84m long and 6m tall (14 months old)

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Re: Drills, Drills, Drills [10/08/2590 | 1.00PM] || Kalestath 2589 Weyrlings
« Reply #12 on: September 18, 2017, 04:51:15 PM »
R'eso arrived at the training area with his bronze, and listened intently to the Weyrling Master they were being taught by today. He was hard pressed to understand some of what Wa'by was saying but he could see by the pots and cloth-wrapped sticks that it had something to do with fighting with weapons.

He paired off with a Redrider and they went at it. He was holding his own for the most part. Though the Redrider did get in three wacks on him. He'd wacked the Redrider four times so far.

Sharding dragons! grumbled as he was following orders by Blue Vicith.

What's going on? R'eso asked as he quickly parried a thrust by the Redrider.

Others can't seem to follow any directions and have no sharding sense of direction! The bronze informed his with a roar of frustration.

Suddenly, a layer of calm settled over R'eso. He could feel it settling over his bronze as well. He paused for a second and the Redrider wacked him right in the chest. "Shards, man!" R'eso yelped from the shock of the impact and the slight pain.

Minath! The bronze snarled at the gold.

What the shards was that? Why the frack did she do that?

I have no idea. But that is going to cause trouble.

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Re: Drills, Drills, Drills [10/08/2590 | 1.00PM] || Kalestath 2589 Weyrlings
« Reply #13 on: October 04, 2017, 11:38:20 PM »
Wa'by frowned as the group mentality shifted, accompanied by Vicith's own confusion and giving him cause for concern. Nalata and J'hal were the first to stop, but other weyrlings were reacting to the incident in the sky as well, and it didn't take long for Wa'by to figure out what had happened, particularly when Vicith added his two cents prior to giving the weyrlings the command to land.

Land. We are done. Vicith had not reacted as quickly as he wanted too, the young queen's compulsion, while clumsy, managing to lull him into a false sense of security for a moment before the other, more volatile reactions in her wing made him aware of exactly what had happened.

His order was for all three of the weyrling wings, angling himself towards a clear section of the weyrbowl that would easily accommodate the partially grown dragons, not considering in that moment that there would be any disobedience now that the initial irritation had passed.

He turned to find Nalata, since she was the direct line to the gold dragon, striding forward to meet her and coax her away from the rest of the weyrlings. Best to get a handle on her first before addressing the rest of the group. "Getcha Queen-Bee up there to land here, away from the others. I reckon she's gonna kick up a bit of shit if she stays near the boyos." He said softly, his voice lacking the usual sarcastic quirk of a lighter mood. Vicith's feed had given him just enough insight to understand they were on the precipice of something that would be unable to be pulled up should it carry on any longer, and he hoped Nalata would get Minath under control before there was any further disruption.

What they hadn't counted on, was Minath's refusal to have the males around her speak to her in such a disrespectful manner, and the impulsive reaction that had her turning around to face the Bronze and Black pair that had snarled their displeasure.

In an instant, Vicith was between Minath and the two dragons in particular that she was in the midst of scolding, his annoyance at the golden weyrling giving his voice an icy edge that challenged Minath's own.

I said land. Dilly dally any longer and we'll be lettin' the boss deal with you.

Vicith had little hope of commanding Minath, not in the way that another gold could, but he was still a superior, and with the accompanying image of Kalestath to give extra weight to his threat the gold seemed to calm down, separating from the group and landing near her bonded even as he guided the other wings to the ground.

The gold was ignored once she landed, in much the same way as she chose to ignore Nalata and watch the other dragons instead, though Vicith's own cool gaze was more on her than the other weyrlings. He would not hesitate to summon Kalestath if Minath decided to stir up more trouble, but everything about the queen's outward appearance suggested she would no longer cause any grief… For now.

Lesserath and Zaerath were the most affected, with Queriluth and Corvath showing mild irritation at Minath. Queriluth moreso than the black. Vicith explained quickly, the accompanying images of the dragons in question coming quickly enough that there was little delay in getting the info to Wa'by and when he spoke.

"Stretch, Chuckles, Blondie and Jumbuck. Front and centre. The rest of ya take care of your anklebiters and take a dip in the cove. Give 'em a good scrubbin' and make sure no-one's done a wobbly on ya." He called to the other riders, waiting for them to disperse while J'hal, A'lori, R'eso and M'lan approached. Vicith had indicated that Corvath was one of the least affected, but had seen the black give Minath a searching glance after the initial compulsion, and so needed to make sure that there would be no repercussions from it later.

That done, his attention turned to Nalata, waiting to hear what she had to say as the young men approached. "Uh-huh… You gotta pull your head in, mate. Can't be lettin' Goldilocks fiddle fart around in other fella's heads just for the hell of it." He paused as the other riders arrived, giving them a searching glance before returning his attention to Nalata. He gave her leave to apologise once more before giving her his own instructions. Her first. As the instigator. He'd deal with the blokes in a second.

"Get Goldilocks out of her harness, give her a scrubdown in your weyr - " No point aggravating the other dragons further by sending her to the cove as well, "- and go seek out Wynnie. Red will tell O you'll be comin' in for a chat. Do a little extra legwork for the weyr or somethin'."

"As for you fellas… What's goin' on in those noggin's of yours, eh?" As far as he could tell, there had been a varied response among the dragons, but judging from the riders reactions on the ground, Nalata wasn't the only one who had failed to keep her dragons reactions in line. As a gold weyrling, Nalata's discipline would need to be left to the junior weyrwoman, particularly since she could assist  learning how to better identify and thus prevent future outbursts with regards to her gold partner. The rest of them. Well… He'd need to know their take on it before he decided what to do with them.

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@CatTiff @SirAlahn @Spiffy @Dragon Chuckles = M'lan, Stretch = A'lori, Blondie = R'eso and Jumbuck = J'hal (Based on Jolly Jumbuck :D). The future... Is in your hands.

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Re: Drills, Drills, Drills [10/08/2590 | 1.00PM] || Kalestath 2589 Weyrlings
« Reply #14 on: October 04, 2017, 11:38:48 PM »
Minath's attempt at compulsion was over as quickly as it began, the effects lasting longer, but the initial weight of her demand fading without her active reinforcement of it. So when J'hal asked her to get Minath off Lesserath, she found herself looking to the sky in puzzlement before realising what he'd actually meant.

"She's already stopped, J'hal… I… don't know what else to do." She said softly, shame reddening her cheeks as she realised it wasn't just J'hal that was suffering from Minath's actions.

Minath. You need to stop. She said in any case, pressing as much authority into the order as she could to stop her from reinforcing the compulsion should she decide that was her next course of action. The smug satisfaction that was radiating from the gold in the heartbeat following the order was not exactly encouraging.

It should have been the end of it. Above them, Vicith was turning around. Below, Wa'by was looking her way, irritated perhaps, but justifiably so. They looked to be landing, and with another quick apology to J'hal, and anyone else that happened to look her way, Nalata moved towards the assistant weyrlingmaster with every intention of continuing with him towards the dragons once they had landed.

When Wa'by stopped to get her to direct Minath away, her attention shifted, eyes glazing over as she put every bit of demand into her thoughts as per Wa'by's request. She would take time later to assess the way he spoke to her, the weight of the request from a man almost… well… comical under normal circumstances causing her face to flush a brighter read. She'd definitely stuffed up… There was no doubt about that. Her focus, however, was so intent on gathering her feelings, that she'd paid little mind to what the dragon was feeling.

Minath didn't care what the lowly colours did in response to her compulsion. They were inconsequential, and she ignored their dissent with all the arrogant air she could muster. It was the ones that would one day vie for their spot by her side that irked her, despite the lack of sexual maturity. The innate instinct that the Bronzes and Blacks, and even the Browns could sire a clutch by her was there, and the challenge that rose from their ranks had her reacting with all the anger she had managed to dispense in her attempt to bring the wing under control.

I have EVERY ri-

I said land. Dilly dally any longer and we'll be lettin' the boss deal with you.

Vicith, barely larger than the still immature queen had appeared in front of her, the warning holding more weight in its almost soft delivery and the suddenness with which he was in front of her causing Minath to hesitate just enough to allow Nalata's orders to actually get through to her.

-enough, Minath! Come here!

Minath heeded the request, giving the dragons that had challenged her a final look before diving down to land away from where Vicith had intended, tucking her wings to her body and pointedly not looking at her bonded and the Assistant Weyrlingmaster who stood beside her.

Nalata had schooled her face into a calmer expression, now that the possible danger had passed, reigning in her own emotions as she did so in an attempt to stop fuelling Minath's ire any further. "I am incredibly sorry, sir. I should have identified Minath's intentions sooner." She said in her soft voice, trying to push the need to be at the very least contrite about what she had done, moreso because of the disruption she had caused than whether or not she had been in the wrong. It was her fault, as the rider, more than it was Minath's.

"We had an incident earlier this turn, where Kalestath demonstrated the use of compulsion to calm both Minath and -" She paused, eyes flicking over to the black dragons in the distance, though there was no reason she should be specifying names - so she didn't. "and one of the other dragons. From what I understand her intention was to do the same, however I am fully aware that I should have forseen and thus stopped it before it got to that point."

She finished explaining in a matter of fact way, trying to choose her words carefully to ensure that the assistant weyrlingmaster knew that she was aware that it was her job to keep her dragon settled, and not the gold's fault for reacting in an instinctive manner.

"I am truly sorry for causing you and your dragons trouble." she repeated when the rider counterparts of the dragons most affected by Minath's compulsion had joined them. Hoping that her intention not to repeat the same mistake in future was clear.

"Yessir. I will." She added in response to Wa'by's order to meet with Vanellwynne once he dismissed her, understanding the need to remain in case she needed to further reassure her classmates that she had Minath in line and/or that she was no longer fuelling the gold's irritation. An easy enough task since the queen was still refusing to communicate with Nalata at this point, her gaze settling calmly on the dragons some distance away instead. At least she wasn't jeering at them.

Minath is ten months old in 06.2590. 24m long; 5.4m tall; 40.2m wingspan.
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Re: Drills, Drills, Drills [10/08/2590 | 1.00PM] || Kalestath 2589 Weyrlings
« Reply #15 on: October 07, 2017, 04:42:27 PM »
Corvath was in formation again when he was told to land by the big blue. He was not happy but he obeyed as the blue was older and had more authority over him till he graduated. Corvath landed near M'lan and just looked at him.

I did nothing wrong but Minath did try something on me not sure what it was. I ignored it mostly as It was not like the older queens who have more power.

It is alright Cor you did fine and I think she was just trying to calm everyone not sure. I will find out more in a minute you stay over here. Wa'by is calling me over to him.

Corvath nodded and stayed where he was as M'lan walked over to Nalata and Wa'by. When Nalata said sorry M'lan nodded. "It is okay Corvath did not feel it and ignored it mainly. You got control of her in the end that is all that matters." He watched as she left and then looked to Wa'by to answer his question.

"Corvath only felt it a little and he ignore it mainly he was just confused as to what she was trying to do as was I. I understand that the wing got out of whack up there but as for Corvath and I we keep a cool head on us as you have always told us to have."

 
Corvath is 15 months and is 31.45 Length, 6.29 Height, 52.207 Wingspan 10/2590

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Re: Drills, Drills, Drills [10/08/2590 | 1.00PM] || Kalestath 2589 Weyrlings
« Reply #16 on: October 26, 2017, 09:39:34 PM »
Vicith has told us to land. Queriluth’s voice was icy, but at least it was calm. Honestly, A’lori wasn’t sure if that was a good sign or a bad one. His Green’s normally sweet demeanor had vanished, and he couldn’t help but feel both guilty and responsible. He should have been paying more attention, should have had a better handle on her emotions… She hadn’t actually snapped at Minath, nor said anything untoward her—of that he was definitely sure—but Queriluth had been part of the problem, in her own way. Even when she huffed at him, I was not, A’lori.

//I’m sorry. I don’t mean to blame you.// It was just a mess, really. And when the dragons had landed and he heard Wa’by rattle off a list of nicknames—the one he recognized as his own included—he felt his stomach sink. //Stay where you are, Queriluth.//

Okay. There was still red tinging her eyes, but it was now melting back into blue with hints of yellow:  anxiety that she and A’lori were going to get in trouble. What annoyance remained was at the fact that it was Minath’s fault if they did so, in her opinion. But clumsy even as it had been, the Queen’s calming attempts were still rather effective. If for no other reason than because of her color.

A’lori was still holding the sparring stick as he moved over to stand in front of the Assistant Weyrlingmaster, but it hung limply at his side, dripping some paint onto the grass. He already felt properly chagrined, and Wa’by hadn’t even said anything to them yet, beyond asking what they’d been thinking. But at least in his own case, A’lori did feel guilty. Maybe Minath shouldn’t have done what she did, but he also shouldn’t have let Queriluth react the way she did.

When Nalata apologized to them, he wanted to say that it was okay. That he didn’t blame her. But with the serious air over the entire proceedings, it didn’t seem the right time. Not when she was trying to be sincere.

So he kept his mouth shut.

M’lan, though, did not, and A’lori glanced over at the other weyrling with a faintly quizzical look. More so than him addressing what Nalata had said, was he… bragging? No, that wasn’t quite right. Trying to get out of trouble, mainly? Whatever. Though he felt like sinking into the ground, A’lori squared his shoulders slightly, and made sure he was making eye contact with Wa’by when he spoke in the wake of the Black’s words. “I’m sorry, sir. I should have had a better handle on Queriluth’s emotions and what she was doing.”

He’d take responsibility for his own failure, whatever form the punishment for that might take. Part of him wanted to add, Queriluth doesn’t like Golds, as some sort of explanation, but he didn’t want to make it sound like he was making excuses.

So once again, he bit his tongue.

Queriluth | 15 Months Old | 17.85M Long | 2.975M Tall | 29.75M Wingspan
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Re: Drills, Drills, Drills [10/08/2590 | 1.00PM] || Kalestath 2589 Weyrlings
« Reply #17 on: November 09, 2017, 08:23:22 PM »
R'eso waited for the situation to play out once Wa'by arrived and Nalata apologized. He didn't understand why she should be made to apologize. She rode a Queen, but he felt there was something else at play and kept his mouth shut. He listened to M'lan and then A'lori. He kept his silence for a moment. "Zaerath responded to Minath's movement in the wing. I was just surprised about what Minath tried to do after." R'eso said to them. He wasn't mad. Besides, this was training. This is where mistakes should be made and corrected so mistakes didn't happen after they graduated.

Zaerath landed where he was directed to do so and remained there, curling up.

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OOC - sorry, not sure what was expected of R'eso.

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Re: Drills, Drills, Drills [10/08/2590 | 1.00PM] || Kalestath 2589 Weyrlings
« Reply #18 on: November 27, 2017, 04:50:44 PM »
J'hal stood tense, too focussed on keeping Lesserath in line to acknowledge Nalata's apologies to him as Wa'by came over to speak with her. He barely even noticed the Weyrlingmaster coming over to the pair of them. Minath's turn to address Lesserath's outburst had done nothing to dampen the black's anger at her attempt to control him, even with Vicith's interrupting her, J'hal had to suppress an urge to bite her tail as she turned away. Through sheer force of will, he was able to get his dragon to land with the rest of his wing, though somewhat out of formation since Vicith's interruption.

He jumped somewhat when Wa'by called out to them, mind taking a few seconds to catch on with the fact that the Weyrlingmaster was addressing him and not someone else. Shards, of course he was addressing himself. The pair of them were in the shit now it seemed.

Reluctantly, J'hal moved to follow up behind the small gathering of other classmates, aware that he could no more avoid what was coming to him after this than he could turn the tide. His eyes flicked back to Lesserath multiple times, to assure himself that the black hadn't snuck off to smack Minath in the face with a wingtip or something equally petty. But no, Lesserath was hunkered down beside Zaerath and Corvath, giving the gold a red-eyed glare.

He remained silent as Nalata addressed them, apologising yet again, though he realised that it was for the benefit of the others this time and not just himself as before. Still, he wanted to roll his eyes, thinking just don't do it again. She'd made it obvious enough already that she hadn't wanted any of this to happen like it did.

Neither did he speak up immediately when Nalata turned to go and Wa'by addressed them. Not with a dressing down, as he'd fully expected, but with a question. One by one, the others responded calmly, completely at odds with the lingering tension he was still feeling as the aftereffects of Lesserath's show of anger. He tried to take a breath, force that same calm on himself and rid himself of the suspicion that this would all still come down on him even though he knew Minath was as much to blame for this mess as Lesserath. It didn't really work.

"She cut into Lesserath's airspace," J'hal said, after an expectant pause in which he felt that Wa'by and everyone else would be waiting for him to provide an answer. He didn't know what to say. "He had nowhere else to go," he glanced M'lan's way briefly but otherwise staring ahead of him. "He didn't like Minath attempting to control him, either," he added, shifting uncomfortably. He knew it probably wasn't a good enough answer. 'Sorry Sir, I should'a kept control of him better, Sir,' was probably more what Wa'by wanted to hear, but J'hal privately rejected the idea that it was his responsibility to 'control' Lesserath. He never had liked that idea, from the moment of Impression onwards he and Lesserath had been a team. His dragon was not his subordinate, Lesserath was an intelligent creature with his own thoughts and feelings, even though he was young an inexperienced... and somewhat volatile. But no more or less so than J'hal was himself. He didn't like to pressure his dragon unless he had to and even though today had necessitated that it still left a bad taste in his mouth to have done so. I'm sorry, he reached silently for Lesserath, seeking assurance that none of his dragon's seething anger was directed at him for having done so. The black responded wordlessly, with a supportive nudge, that it was not.

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Bleh, sorry it took me so long to get a reply to this together, I've had a lot on my mind lately and it's ruined my muses  :roll:
As of 10.2590, Lesserath is 29.84m long and 6m tall (14 months old)

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