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Post by wolflover1458 on Mar 17, 2009 17:29:39 GMT -6
Are you quite ready yet?
"Soon enough, Wequith. I think we're ready, actually. No acting different to all those new colors, all right?"
I wasn't going to be.
I didn't think so, but just in case. T'zon grinned at his dragon. I think we're all ready, Wequith. You can call them down. T'zon was excited about finally starting all these weyrling lessons, especially with all these strange dragons popping up.
Wequith raised his head and sent out a call to all the weyrling dragons. Weyrlings! It is time to get up now! Tell Yours to get up. Your first lesson begins now.
T'zon wondered how many of the weyrlings would be unhappy about the early wake-up call. They would have to get use to getting up early. This would be only the first of their many calls in the morning. When they became dragonriders, it wasn't up to T'zon and Wequith to say how long they slept in. Until then, they were getting up early.
Wequith looked over at his rider. He wouldn't mind having a bath this morning. It would probably be a more through bath than usual, seeing as they would be showing the weyrlings how to properly bathe their dragons.
T'zon looked over at the meat prepared for the dragons. It was always fun to figure out how many of the weyrlings didn't like the thought of cutting up meat for their dragons. There was always someone that acted that way. Finding out was interesting, but the better part was not having to worry about it. None of the weyrlings had ever flat out refused to feed their dragon before. It made the whole first part of this lesson easier that he wouldn't have to persuade someone to feed their dragon. They did so well enough on their own. Soon enough, we'll be going down to the lake. Depending on how soon they get up, that is. Wequith rumbled a response to that. He wouldn't mind getting down to the lake.
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Post by cerise on Mar 17, 2009 19:14:05 GMT -6
She was used to awakening early. The call from the Weyrlingmaster's dragon was not pre-dawn, so it was not as bad as it could have been; Trelath actually seemed less awake than her rider at first, although hunger quickly spurred her from where she had bedded down on the stone in their barracks room. Halmari dressed swiftly, one hand lingering against the new shoulder knot identifying her as a gold weyrling, and then headed out to where the dragon's call had guided them, Trelath at her side with eyes whirling gently crimson, an aching emptiness in her belly.
"Good morning, Weyrlingmaster," she said quietly as she approached the larger pair, while the gold dragonet gave merely a solemn nod of greeting. Trelath was quiet, as Halmari had been learning, but her body language and the emotions she broadcast in lieu of words were certainly enough for one to tell what she felt, what she meant. This morning she held herself gracefully upright, head high, proud and ready for what was to come. And hungry, certainly that, but one had only to look at her eyes to know that!
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Mine, it is time to get up.[/color]
"Mrrghrhr."
It is morning. Wequith and his call.[/color] A slight pause, then more. I am hungry.[/color]
"Hungry... ? Oh - oh!" It had taken R'leigh a moment to actually realize who was talking to him, his mind a bit dulled with sleep; the fact that he had actually Impressed a dragon was still sinking in. But as soon as he fully awoke, he was on his feet, dressing in a whirl of frenzy like a madman. Bemresth was watching with a faint amusement, patient, and as soon as His was prepared, they departed their room, padding down to where the Weyrlingmaster waited.
R'leigh looked a right mess, brown hair mussed in its hastily tied horsetail, clothing a little wrinkled, eyes still a little glazed from the sleep. But a happy, excited grin was present on his lips, and the bronze dragonet at his side was in perfect order, and so perhaps his messiness could be overlooked, at least for the moment. It was early, after all! "Morning," he chirruped as other dragons and humans came into view, brown eyes beginning to gleam with life, eagerness. Bemresth offered a more formal bow of his head to the hatchling queen, and R'leigh a swift nod to her rider; Halmari responded in kind, face neutral, while Trelath rumbled welcome. Then all faces were turned to the Weyrlingmaster, waiting for others to approach, and for the lessons to begin.
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Post by dragoncharm on Mar 18, 2009 18:46:44 GMT -6
"Shards!" T'ly yelped, looking around wildly. A large paw had just prodded him, and he'd rolled away from it reflexively - except there was nothing to roll on. So he'd fallen off of his bed. Typical. He finally looked up to see Veshrelith looking down at him, his dracnic face amused. Wequith summons us. We must attend our first Weyrling Lesson immediately.
T'ly groaned, sitting up and staring at his bronze. "I really hope 'immediately' doesn't mean now" he groaned, glancing at his timepiece. "It's way too early!" Veshrelith rumbled a laugh. Immediately means immediately. And morning has already dawned. If I am capable of rising with the sun, then you, my T'ly, are as well. T'ly stared at him. Not only had he landed with a dragonet about 5 times bigger than hi, he'd landed himself with one who spoke in riddles. He was still a bit shell-shocked at getting any dragon, much less a bronze! And a big bronze at that. For all his negative, sleepy thoughts, he loved his Veshrelith. What he wasn't so thrilled at was having to get up so sharding early!
Veshrelith leaned down to prod him again. Mine, make haste, or I shall have to carry you there in my teeth! T'ly grumbled, but got stiffly up, throwing on clothes and pushing his feet into some shoes. The bronzerider didn't bother brushing his hair; what was the point? It was curly anyway. Nobody'd notice the difference, right? Veshrelith, however, wasn't so pleased. T'ly, you look like you've been attacked by a fair of wild flitts. I shall not go to the lesson with Mine looking no better than a common drudge! I insist that you brush your hair. It looks like a crawler nest.
T'ly shook his head in mock defeat. You've made your point. Shards. In truth, though, he was a bit amused at his bronze's attitude. Silly dragonet. He grabbed a brush and ran it through his hair a few times, before throwing it back on the table. Happy now? he asked, twirling around and walking towards the door. No, Veshrelith answered curtly, following his diminutive rider. But I suppose it will have to do for now. Oh, I do hope they'll have food. I'm positively famished. And I especially hope we can take a bath! I am filthy from that egg gunk, and you haven't gotten it all off yet! And all that commotion yesterday got sand stuck into places on my hid where I am not positive it will ever come out! If they do not show you how to wash me properly, then perhaps I shall have to train you myself.[/color][/i]
T'ly endured his bronze's rant in amused silence, hoping privately that he'd grow out of taking a whole harding hour to make one point. Of course, nothing was private with Veshrelith there, and the dragonet snorted, though he kept his eyes trained ahead. When they reached the area the lesson was to be held - marked out by the massive presence of Wequith - Veshrelith's eyes lit up in delight to see food and cloths for bathing. Oh, this would be good! Though he was irked by his rider's use of the word 'massive' for that brown. Massive? He was massive! Maybe he wasn't bigger than Wequith yet, but he would be! Just they waait...He would be!
"T'ly and Veshrelith reporting for duty," T'ly announced cheerfully, actually starting to look forward to this despite the early hour. He nodded to the Weyrlingmaster, the Goldrider, and the Bronzerider in turn - shards that bronze was small - before prodding at his to do the same. The dragonet rumbled a greeting to his clutchmates, but stopped short of greeting the brown. Do it, Vesh, T'ly ordered. Normally he wouldn't exactly be hung up on respect and that junk, but first impressions were key. 999900]But he s a brown! He's of lower rank than me, Veshrelith protested, narrowing his eyes at Wequith. T'zon's the Weyrlingmaster. Do it. The bronze snorted, but finally greeted Wequith courteously, Greetings, Wequith. I hope you and Yours are having a wonderful start to what promises to be a day of good spirits. T'ly grinned at his bronze. Charmer. Suck-up, more like. Maybe they'd get along well after all!
((Ugh...will do Ami and Xel later...muse....gone...*dies*))
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Post by wolflover1458 on Mar 18, 2009 18:59:48 GMT -6
We will be going, will we not, N'lelMine? I said I'm getting up! You can stop that now, Trogdorth. Trogdorth stepped back from N'lel, waiting patiently. We have to go now he reminded him.
N'lel gave up and got up. You will brush your hair, right? I'm going, okay? Don't get so excited about it. N'lel hurriedly ran the brush through his hair, not wanting to be late. Trogdorth patiently waited the whole time for N'lel to finish.
Once his hair looked partially-decent, they set out. Upon getting there, N'lel was glad, and rather to surprised, to find there was almost no one there. Well, they would all get here soon enough. Trogdorth settled down happily. What do you think we shall do, N'lel? he asked. I don't know, we'll find out soon enough. Once everyone gets here, I suppose.
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Hurray! Weyrling lessons! Senra ran excitedly, almost tripping over Kosarth as he got up, to go brush before she went. Imagine going looking like a mess! This will be much fun, won't it? Of course, I will be the smallest there, won't I? Kosarth asked, not as though he really cared about it. I'm afraid so, even that runt Brown is bigger than you. Kosarth didn't let this worry him.
Senra finished, made sure she looked decent, then went out to the barracks. Kosarth ignored the others and went off a little away from the rest before laying down. Senra looked over at him, then went over to her dragon. She sat down by him with her hand on his head. She wondered idly when the lessons would start.
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Post by Velcro on Mar 22, 2009 22:28:03 GMT -6
Avarian groaned when Sorlith nudged her side. She wasn't much of a morning person, well, she wasn't a morning person at all. Wake up mine, we have been summoned. And I'm hungry again.[/color] Sorlith managed to sound hungry, even. Or maybe that was the emotion she was emitting, but whatever it was, it got Vari moving. Alright Sorlith, I'm moving. She stood up and stretched, glaring at the nice warm bed she was leaving. She changed clothes from her nightclothes quickly, running her fingers through her short hair. Then she was ready. Vari turned and found Sorlith watching her, red slowly seeping into her faceted eyes. "Ready, Sorlith?" The dragonet simply nodded to her bonded, and both walked out to see what was going to happen today.
Vari nodded at T'zon and Wequith, with all proper respect. Looking around, Vari saw that few of her fellow Weyrlings were her yet. Other than that she saw the meat, and it didn't take a prodigy to realize that they would be cutting it themselves. Sorlith paused upon seeing the gold of the clutch, starring once more. Avarian watched this display for several minutes, trying to figure out why Sorlith was doing this. It seemed like Sorlith didn't like the gold too much. Shaking her head, Vari turned to the gal that impressed the gold. Vari had a half smile on her face, overall trying for a congenial look. She nodded to the two dragons, then asked, "I wonder if they get along?"
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Post by wolflover1458 on Mar 23, 2009 15:02:51 GMT -6
That can't be all of them, can it? I don't think so, unless some of them left without my noticing it. Wequith sent out another call to the other weyrlings. Maybe we should get started. If you show up late, you deserve to be behind.
"Alright everyone, today is pretty simple. First, you are going to get some meat for your dragons," T'zon gestured to the meat lying nearby, "If the pieces aren't small enough, use a knife to cut them. After that, we'll go down to the lake to give the dragons a bath."
This is the fun part. Yes, finding out who's queasy about cutting up meat. Always fun to find out T'zon agreed. It was the best part of the first lesson for him. Hopefully, the entire lesson would go off well with nothing to bad happening.
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Post by Velcro on Mar 23, 2009 16:27:07 GMT -6
Vari had been keeping an ear open for the Weyrlingmaster's orders, so she moved almost the second her finished speaking, Sorlith hot on her heels. The silver-colored dragon certainly had her priorities, and right now it was food! Sorlith scrambled after the long strides Avarian used, complaining about that. Mine, slow down! Soon I will be able to keep pace with you, but not at the moment![/color] Vari turned while walking, to watch Sorlith scramble along right behind her. "You seem to keep up pretty well as it is, imagine how I'll feel when you can out-walk me!" Vari was teasing again, even her own dragon wasn't safe from that. But she did slow down, and they made it to the tables a few seconds later. Vari grabbed a bucket to put the meat in, and filled it up as much as she could, then moved to sit down nearby.
That done, she drew her belt knife and began to feed Sorlilth. The dragonet crooned with pleasure the first few bites, happy the void in her middle was being filled. Well, Vari thought, more like her whole body was a void for as much as she ate! Still Vari fed her bottomless pit with a happy smile. Abruptly, after nearly two buckets of meat, Sorlith decided she was full for the moment. Vari was covered with blood from the meat, it coated her hands and was speckled up and down her bare arms. Luckily, it seemed that her sleeveless tunic and pants had escaped the blood spatter. Dealing with meat didn't bother her much, but being covered in blood did just a little bit. Vari stood and returned the bucket to it's place, then trotted down to the lake to wash her hands and arms off.
Sorlith stayed where she was though, and watched Vari like a hawk until she returned to her side. Sorlith was surprisingly free of blood, so bathing shouldn't be too terribly hard today. Vari waited for the Weyrlingmaster to go to the lake to actually bathe Sorlith though. She didn't have a clue how to actually go about giving her bonded a bath, well at least not really. It's not hard Vari-mine. Just dip me in water and start scrubbing. I'll tell you where I need more or less scrubbing, and the same for oil.[/color] Vari started again when Sorlith spoke to her, and looked at the dragonet by her side. She smiled though, figuring it would take some getting used to, having another personality able to access your thoughts. "I know it's probably not hard, love. But the Weyrlingmaster needs to be sure the human half of the team know how to take care of you properly." Vari's reasoning made sense, so Sorlith left it alone for the moment. Vari was trying to shield her thoughts, thinking hard. Would they both be picking at each other forever? Maybe... but she hoped not. It might just take a bit of adjustment.
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Post by Khay on Mar 23, 2009 20:35:04 GMT -6
OoC: Crap posts coming up, because I know that I have no inspiration, and that I have to do these things… Urgh. Xd I’m just going to assume that my characters arrived on time. xD Why do I have three of them, Phly? T_T
IC: Slowly the charcoal raced against the paper as the man sat upon his windowsill, watching the sleeping blue with calm, collected eyes as his fingers worked their magic. The sun was barely rising above the horizon, dancing upon his paper and causing his eyes to reflect the faint blue tint of his shirt. It was a lovely morning, it really was. He hadn’t bothered to walk out of the room yet, knowing that there would be no use in waking up his roommate, instead, he rested there, and sketched. His bonded was the only thing he had inspiration to draw at the moment, the images of yesterday already sketched in the pages of his book, ready to be given to the proper Weyrlings and their dragons when the time was right. He simply had to take the courage to colour them, because he knew that his mind was filled with scenes of darkness and death, it was a gloom that couldn’t be ignored.
It was as his rider was lost in his contemplation that the blue stirred, shifting faintly as his wings opened and closed in a stretch. The voice of the older dragon had roused him, forced him to leave the sleep that he would rather as company than the Weyrling Master and his dragon, and the other dragons. His hide was itchy, he could feel it rushing across his skin like hundreds of spiders, but he simply shook it off. It didn’t bother him, it was only there. Instead, he slowly walked towards his rider, resting his nose upon the man’s leg for a moment before turning around.
~Weyrling Training awaits us.~ The dragon stated as he walked towards the door, waiting for his rider.
“Then we shall go.” He chuckled softly as he walked after his dragon and made his way towards the Weyrbowl after dropping his drawing stuff inside his chest carefully. Then he promptly followed his dragon out of the room, walking with the Blue by his side. Even once they reached the others gathering, they stood back, watching attentively, waiting. There were no words that needed to be said.
Upon arriving, he noticed that there was stuff to feed them and tend to their needs. It was a lovely thing indeed. And under the Weyrling Master’s instructions, he went and started to cut up the meat, taking his time, deftly tossing pieces into his dragon’s maw when the other decided that he should open it, and wait for the food. The feel of the knife upon the muscle caused him to flinch internally, but he knew that he would be doing this for a while. Even the feel of the blade beneath his hand was something that the artist was not accustomed to.
He wasn’t going to bother with anything to hold the meat, the table to cut on was enough, for his blue simply stood there, waiting for the food as his rider struggled to cut everything properly. It was easy to cut, he simply thought of it as art, but the sight of blood didn’t agree with him, even his mind jumped back to the blood within the hatching grounds. Horrible, horrible sight.
~It’ll be over soon…~ The blue stated in an almost uncaring tone as he munched down upon the meat dutifully, turning his head once he was finished and walking back to the area where they had been standing. Slowly he looked at the ground, lowering his body downwards as he rested, watching his rider, they would have to wait for the others, it would seem.
A’veer smiled faintly to his bonded as he finished, and quickly cleaned off the knife, and washed his hands, a shudder traveling down his back as he brought his hands out of the water and went to stand by his dragon, allowing his hand to run along his hide, scratching at places where he felt an itch. It simply astounded him that the blue never complained, he had no idea why….
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Upon his bed, Ny’rae rested, eyes closed, head shoved beneath his pillow as he listened to the man in the room walk around softly, the padding of his feet reminding him that there was another living being around instead of simply himself. It was hard to imagine, the fact that another was there, living with him. And though he only wanted the other one gone, he couldn’t help but think that it was nice that the artist was here. He was quiet, he rarely spoke at all. It was the first thing that he noticed, and he made no comment about the fact that he had been covered in blood when he had stumbled in his room, and simply crashed upon the bed, and slept for the longest while. Truth be told, when he had woken up, there was a water basin upon his shelf, and a cloth beside it, with clean clothes neatly folded. That simple act had touched him in a way, seeing the man sound asleep beside his dragon, on the floor.
He was fully dressed, having been awake for hours already as he simply listened to his dragon’s breathing. The little brown had woken up before the others, probably waking up the blue rider with his scrambling around. The little one had even managed to pull himself upon the bed, and rest at his feet, wings tucked at his side as he listened to the world around him. It had actually been his bonded that had told him that the blue-rider was awake and sketching, and that every now and again, he would take a sketch of the brown upon the bed, practically posing for the man. It had caused him to nearly smile, the faintest hint of entertainment flickering through his mind before he got himself up, and out of bed, only once the other left. He was guessing there was training.
~What is training, mine?~ Markleth inquired of the man as he fanned his dark chocolate wings, watching as his rider dragged a tired hand through his hair, causing it to stand on ends. ~And why are you tired? You slept all night!~ The brown declared with a bob of his head as he slowly brought himself to the ground, tail sweeping gladly across the floor. It was such a beautiful day!
“Training is what we have to go through so that I can officially be your rider. And… I didn’t sleep well… Unlike you.” The brownrider spoke as he walked towards the door. He was fine as he was, and led the brown towards the Weyrbowl and the others. Upon arriving, he simply stood there in time to catch the end of the Weyrling Master’s words, and nodded faintly to him as he walked forward, grabbed a bucket, a slab of meat, and slowly started to cut them into small pieces with his belt knife, dropping the pieces into the bucket, making sure that his brown didn’t shove his nose in there either. He could hear the incessant questions jumping through his head about the world around them, and he answered them, it wasn’t as though he had much choice!
Once he was fairly clean after cutting the meat, he slowly fed them to the brown, making sure that the small dragon didn’t choke, and chewed well. He was already a runt, he didn’t need to have him dead either! But the little one didn’t seem to have any problems when it came to eating. Instead, his teeth seemed strong, and he seemed healthy, swallowing it quickly, and once full, he quickly raced off, forcing his rider to follow him. They kept themselves along the edge of the training, but it was still more fun to explore - or so the brown thought - than to sit there and do nothing.
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Nidoria had been up early, and had taken the advantage to go eat a nice breakfast, and groom her runner before letting him loose in the pen before she returned to her room, noticing the dragon in the Weyrbowl as she walked by. It was nice to see that training was starting soon, and she knew that she would have to get her little Obsidian up and walking before the call went out, but perhaps it had already gone out. She had no idea, and she wasn’t about to ask as she walked into her room, and stood there, watching the dragon staring at her, defiance in her eyes. There was a part of Nidoria that knew immediately that this wasn’t going to be easy. There was no way that she was getting that dragon off of her couch.
“Weyrling training is starting soon…” She commented casually as she walked towards her bed, and started putting on her boots, watching the dragon intently for a moment, judging her movement, but the Obsidian wasn’t moving. She didn’t even seem to acknowledge her as she turned her head away, closing her lids. “And you know that it is mandatory, right?” She questioned as she slammed her foot upon the ground, causing the lack head to jump upwards as her eyes narrowed faintly.
~I’m not going.~ Waenlath stated curtly as she curled her head under her tail and turned herself around in as tight of a ball as she could bring herself. She didn’t want to have anything to do with this training that they believed they had to do at such a ridiculous time in the morning. There was no reason why it couldn’t be later in the day, and if they thought that they were going to get her out of bed this early, they had a lot of guts.
“Oh yes you are, blacky!” Nidoria stated angrily as she brought herself to her feet and stood in front of the black, arms crossed. ~Oh no I’m not.~ “You don’t have a choice, Waenlath, we are going to that lesson if it is the last thing I get you to do!” ~Oh yeah? What are you going to do, Nidoria-mine, CARRY me?!~ “If I have to I will!” ~I’d like to see you try. Not be quiet, you are being too loud.~ The dragon stated curtly as she ended the whole conversation then and there, leaving nothing else to be said. There was a note of finality in her voice that wasn’t usually there, and it caused Nidoria to frown, screaming in anger in her head. What kind of dragon had she gotten herself stuck with?
Nidoria stood for a few moments before sighing and grabbing her runner whip, and snapping it in the air beside her dragon, causing the great beast to startle. “Get off of your lazy ass, and get that rump of yours out that door right now! We are already late!” Nidoria hissed as she stared at her dragon for a while, watching the creature watch her, eyes narrowed, whirling yellow in alarm. She hadn’t expected her rider to take out the whip as she had. Instead, she hadn’t been expecting a fight at all.
By the time that the two stumbled out into the day, Nidoria was fuming as she walked towards the Weyrling Master, her dragon struggling to follow, but she wasn’t slowly down for the femme to catch up. She wasn’t in the mood to give her any sympathy. Ignoring the people who were already feeding their dragons, she walked straight up to the Weyrling Master, smiling apologetically.
“Greetings, I’m sorry for my tardiness… My dragon is rather… Forceful… And she doesn’t like getting up in the morning. Is there anything aside from the feeding that we might have missed?” She inquired politely, feeling her dragon touch her leg behind her, glaring at the dragon and its rider, angry that she had had to fight with her rider this morning because they chose to host lessons at an inhumanly time.
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Post by Phly on Mar 25, 2009 18:33:11 GMT -6
It was early. Exceedingly early. Droloth, ever the early bird, was of course up, raring to go. As he paced back and forth and forth and back, his brown head occasionally swung around to face his sleeping rider. True, it was several hours before the dawn woke, but the mahogany colored dragonet was wide awake, mildly hungry at that. Snorting unhappily, he flounced over to his Weyrling, pressing his nose against her shoulder and blew softly against it. Lenia hurrruphed and rolled over. Disapointed, but not put off, the dragonet tried again.
No result.
Bumped her on the side.
No result.
Nibbled at her hip.
No result.
Blew hot, moist breath in her hair.
"Yeeeelk!" Lenia roared, scrambling around, yanking her blankets closely against her body. The pillow she'd been snuggling tumbled to the floor.
"Droloth! Was there a reason for that?" She barked, quickly glancing over at the other bed in the room and hoping that she hadn't disturbed the green Weyrling.
Well...I was a li- He trailed off rather uncharacteristically and Lenia raised an eyebrow at him.
Oh! The Weyrling Master calls us. This is good. Droloth said, adding I am hungry, as an after thought.
Lenia groaned, smacking her hand to her face. She'd just gotten out of the infirmary the evening before on strict orders not to over tax herself; her back and legs were healed for the most part, but the scar tissue and scabs were still thin and susceptible to tearing. Now, she was supposed to go for Weyrling lessons. Ridiculous. Perhaps she could fake a little more injured than she already was?
Glancing at her dragonet and how excited he apparently was, she changed her mind with a defeated sigh.
Are you upset? What has upset you? I wish to go! He said, his words slurring together in his anticipation over actually going out in public with the woman he'd bonded himself to.
"I'm not upset. Give me a moment to dress," Lenia replied, slipping out of bed and pulling semi-clean looking clothes on as quickly as she could.
"After you, my dear Droloth."
The pair made as much haste as they could outside to the main bowl were already many of Droloth's Clutchmates were assembled. Spotting her favorite obsidian Weyrling, Lenia smirked and strode over, Droloth scurrying along beside her. Thinking of what she could possibly do to make her presence known to the other girl, she quickly nicked herself an animal carcass that was hanging out of Nidoria's line of sight, knowing without having to be told that the first lesson of the day was to butcher their charges breakfast. Coming up just behind Nidoria, Lenia raised her right leg and aimed her foot precariously so that she might sucessfully press the toe of her boot into the back of the obsidian Weyrling. If things went her way, Nidoria would go stumbling forward; if they didn't, Lenia was sure that she would receive a slap to the face.
"Good morning, sunrise," Lenia whispered to her, sliding past her to the large table and picking up a butcher knife. Luckily, the carcass was already skinned so all that Lenia need to was debone it and chop it into smaller pieces. Cake. Lenia had killed and gutted enough animals in her day not to be meat wary.
In a few moments, with Droloth patiently waiting, greeting his Cluctchmates, Lenia was done with the first and plopped it into the bucket provided. To her mild surprise, she saw that with just one animal, she had enough to fill up her dragonet.
"Here, Droolie," Lenia said affectionately, crouching down and setting the full bucket of meat in front of him. The brown bugled in delight and made for the bucket, his maw opened wide.
"Whoa! Not so fast," Lenia gently rebuked, pressing her hand to his nose. The brown snorted, but had enough self-control not to push it aside. With dignity, he opened his maw and slowly began to take in his meal, making sure to chew under his rider's watchful eye.
With him eating as she'd instructed, Lenia turned away and looked to the Weyrling Master.
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Post by dragoncharm on Apr 2, 2009 16:52:51 GMT -6
Xelarith raised her head, cocking it quizzically as an unfamiliar voice ran through it. She blinked her outer eyelids, forcing her sleepy mind to comprehend. Weyrlings...oh! Weyrling Lesson! Eyes whirling faster, she scrambled up, heaving her rather bulky self out of her wallow. Weyrling Lesson! She couldn't wait to be there. Yesterday had been a bit disturbing, what with the bad man and being afraid for her Amintia, but she felt better now. The little green made her way over to her rider's bed, and anyone who saw her might have been amused at her walk, which, though improved from the day before, still looked a tad waddly. Xelarith reached up with a paw and poked Hers, who rolled over but did not wake. Mine! Wake up, wake up! she insisted excitedly, poking her again.
Ami sighed and raised her head, blinking bleary eyes at her round green. What is it, Xel? she asked irritably, and her words sounded sleep-slurred even in her thoughts. Xelarith blinked, tipping her head to try and recall what she had gotten so excited about. Um...Xel? Amintia prompted, sitting up and swinging her legs over the bed. Uh...something about lessons...Oh! Werling Lessons! We have to go to the Weyrling Lesson now! Amintia grinned despite herself. Seemed she'd been landed with a green that was not only seemingly overweight, but forgetful as well. Yet somehow, she didn't mind anymore. then she glanced outside. "Shards, Xelarith, it's barely light outside! And they expect us to get up this early?" Xelarith looked at her quizzically. But Mine, you slept the whole night, and most of yesterday, too! Why do you want more sleep? Amintia grinned at her. "Impressing you was a lot of work! Ah, well, suppose I'd better get up anyway." Usually she was grumpy and irritated in the mornings, but today she was feeling unusually light-hearted. Something of the warmth that had filled her when Xelarith had entered her world had not left her yet.
She got up, and though she moved with the slowness customary to Ami when she was still waking up, the new weyrling got herself ready quicker than she would normally have done. Soon, her hair was brushed, a new tunic was put on (blissfully soft after the scratchy candidate's robe that she would never wear again), and shoes were on her feet, which she had washed of the sand and grit the sandals had let in yesterday. Amintia glanced once more at herself in the mirror, making sure her coppery hair wasn't acting up, then she motioned to Xelarith and they left for the lesson. One of the first thing Ami discovered was that she and her long legs were much faster at a trot than Xelarith with her short ones. The green was also slightly inhibited by her bulk, and she couldn't seem to find a good place to put her rather oversized wings. The weyrling hoped her green would lengthen out a bit when she got older, and grow into that muscle or fat or whatever it was that made her appear Clutchheavy. It was rather fun to watch, though.
She also learned about how distracted Xelarith tended to get. On the walk down, the green dashed off to sniff at flowers, prod rocks, and investigate the other passersby, who smiled at Amintia understandingly. Mostly the green seemed to just want to show off, at how fast she could run (Not very), how high she could jump (Not bad, for such a heavy dragon), and how many times she could spin around without falling over (Seven). Amintia watched her in amusement, but when she saw how late it was getting, she called her green to order. Xel, come on! We'rew gonna be late! She enjoyed not having to shout, but it didn't dissipate the alarm of possibly being late for their very first lesson. Xelarith skidded to a halt, and circle around to race back to her rider. Oh! Sorry, Mine! she apologized guilty, as unhappy as Ami at the prospect of missing part of the lesson. They both broke into a run, and Ami was frustrated at having to slow for Xelarith, though she tried not to show it. When the dragonet did pick it up from Hers' mind, she sped up some, trying to do the best she could and please her rider.
As it turned out, they were late. Amintia groaned, while Xelarith's feminine face appeared disheartened. "Amintia and Xelarith are here," the green weyrling told Weyrlingmaster T'zon. Then she glanced at her ghreen sheepishly. "Sorry we're late. Xel got a bit...distracted." She cast her eyes around, and saw Avarian and her dragonet...Sorlith, wasn't it? She glanced at Xelarith for confirmation, but the green was busy seeing how far she could stretch her tail out. She probably wouldn't remember, anyway. So Ami looked back at the others, and saw in a glance what they were edoing: cutting up food to feed their dragonets. Oh, wonderful. Amintia frowned a bit at the thought of it, but pushed her irritation away. She'd have to get used to it, wouldn't she? And it wasn't so bad, after all. She'd just wash her hands when she was done. Amintia didn't particularly mind getting dirty or putting her hands on rather yucky stuff, it was staying that way that was the problem. So, greeting Avarian with a "Hi," and trying to sound cheerful, she took some meat and a knife and began cutting it up for Xelarith, who, having gotten back on task, ate quickly and cleanly. Well, pretty cleanly. But at the end, it was a good thing they were going to bathe their dragons next, for, despite her efforts, Xelarith had managed to mar her bright hide considerably. And, looking down at her own blood-covered arms with distaste, Amintia decided she needed one just as much. Ugh...I hope you don't enjoy your fresh meat too much, Xel, she muttered in her mind. Because getting blood all over myself is not how I want to spend every meal. Got it? The green did, but she was already distracted, trying to reach back and touch her wings with her bloody muzzle. I wouldn't do that, Ami warned, grinning at the thought of Xelarith transforming into a red dragon, covered in blood. It sure is a good thing you're getting a bath.
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Post by cerise on Apr 7, 2009 17:35:30 GMT -6
Good. I am hungry.[/color]
Those two simple statements were Trelath's only response to the weyrlingmaster's instructions to all of the young riders; the dragon moved ahead of her rider towards the tables loaded down with meat, quickly accompanied by Halmari herself. There was a faint look of distaste on the girl's face as she glanced down at the raw buffet for the dragons, but the set of her shoulders was resigned. She had encountered much more disgusting things than raw meat in her life, and though she wasn't particularly looking forward to getting her hands covered in flesh and blood, Trelath did need to be fed. And bathed afterwards, which meant that at least she'd be able to wash off the layers of slimy blood.
The gold waited in silence as her rider sorted through the chunks of slaughtered red meat, a large kitchen knife in one hand, hacking determinedly through the pieces that she thought would be too large for her young dragon's throat. The first, second, and third pieces made their way down the gold's gullet while Halmari cut through more, keeping her knife a stroke ahead of the creature's appetite. The red whirl of her eyes was going strong, abating only after quite a great deal of fresh meat.
She did have to eat well, though; she would grow, and grow large. Already she was bigger than the rest of her clutchsiblings, but in adulthood... well, judging by the rate at which she was already practically outgrowing her hide, she would be enormous. The weyrling spared a moment of pride for her brilliant partner, smiling with a mental broadcast of affection as she continued to feed the young gold, who responded only with the same silent burst of emotion. Trelath wasn't prone to use words, particularly not when simply relaying her feelings through the bond she shared with her rider would suffice.
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R'leigh was making good progress on the feeding of his dragon, although a little more awkward than was strictly necessary with the knife for the meat; Bemresth had to constantly remind the lad to be careful not to cut himself. The flesh and blood he craved was to be from the dead beasts, after all, not from his rider's hand after the boy slipped up with the wicked blade. So perhaps the bronze had to wait a bit longer to ensure that his weyrling rider was careful, but that didn't matter. Sturdy and solid, Bemresth was willing to wait.
But quickly there were pieces available, which the bronze snapped up with an outpouring of thanks, filling - but not gorging, oh no, he was far too conscious of his responsibilities for that - his stomach with the blood-hot meat. He was neat, very little of the blood coloring his muzzle, though there was a great deal staining his rider's hands and clothing. Wings were neatly backfolded, and he sat in a comfortable posture on his haunches as he waited for his rider to hack through more meat, more to finish off this morning meal of his.
"This'll be easier when you can hunt on your own, ne, Bemresth?" Perhaps,[/color] the bronze allowed, thoughtfully gulping down another chunk of red meat. R'leigh grinned, shaking his head and applying himself to sating his growing dragon's appetite. My, but they did eat a lot!
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Post by wolflover1458 on Apr 7, 2009 17:42:22 GMT -6
Senra quickly made to the food. She got a knife and started slicing it up for Kosarth, feeling it might not be small enough for him. She hoped he didn't get to dirty, as she didn't feel like giving him an extra bath. Yes, she was excited about this whole thing, but it was also going to be a lot of work. Senra knew she wouldn't be complaining when they finished weyrling training.
Can I have more, SenraMine? I am quite hungry Kosarth said as he gulped down meat, getting blood on himself. Yes, but please try to eat a little more carefully, the blood shows very easily on you Senra told him. Kosarth obliged and tried to eat slower, but it still seemed painful for him to do so.
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N'lel warily looked at the meat before going off to get some. Trogdorth followed him happily. He had continually told N'lel how very hungry he was. N'lel didn't even bother to cut up the meat, Trogdorth was gobbling down everything he handed to him. He was personally glad Trogdorth was black, otherwise he would look very red and messy.
Trogdorth didn't like this thought. I can slow down, N'lelMine, if it bothers you. It doesn't really bother me, I just don't anticipate scrubbing all the blood off you. We better hurry up so we can wash it away easily. Trogdorth didn't want to hurry up with his eating, but he agreed and tried to eat quickly and carefully, a rather impossible feat for him.
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