Lesson 2: Tide Chasers Surprise

[Lark]

Akilu watched the other weyrlings react to the brownrider with a mixture of fear and distaste, though the second was at herself. She was scared to say anything as well, and instead kept to the back of the group and kept a firm hold on Lorendyth's neck. The dark dragoness however was smirking on the inside. Oh, so her golden sister was getting a back bone was she? The green flicked her wings, drawing her tail around her feet. Well, that wouldn't do now would it? That would ruin all of her plans. These browns, they weren't so bad, they were easily manipulated. Poor Izanycorth just didn't know how to talk to them.

Now now my dear sister. There is nothing to be so worried about. We can always learn new things from many different sources, can't we Bearith? I'm sure that this fine brown and His was only trying to explain that.

Her voice shocked Akilu who stared down at the dragonet. "Lorendyth...I...I suppose you're right, but..." The green rolled her eyes and snorted, done with trying to fool Hers. The girl was easily swayed by her bonded, she could always gain control again later. Come now my darling clutchmates, let's follow our Great Teacher and get on with this lesson. She moved to go after the blue, acting almost like a herding canine if the other dragonets would allow it. Her Queenlet sisters might not be acting accordingly, but she most definitely would be!

"I'm sorry, but I think my dear Lorendyth's right. We're not helping things by causing so much of the accusation and strife here. Though, the Southern riders certainly share their own part in this too. I think we all just need to learn to see eye to eye for a while and try and embrace a compromise between the two ways of life." Akilu curtseyed to both K'lin and J'degar before sitting down on the floor to listen to the lesson.

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Loraketh grumbled as that little Queenlet Izanycorth's voice echoed throughout the Weyr. Who did that little Flit think she was?!? Ordering around her dragons? Sure she may have reason, but the Gold was being much too quick to make a judgement. Something that Loraketh herself had had to go through at the same age. Little Gold learn soon?

The Gold turned her head to look at Hers' youngest child. The twins had been placed in a crib near the entrance to her cave, allowing the Queen to watch them when their parents were off on business. After all, since Inali had persuaded the yet unclutched Gold from the sands, she had refused to move from her cave and ledge except to eat. Yes, she will learn in time Mine'sMine. I will go and mediate...although those browns are starting to get on my nerves. They do not refuse me...however, I am not their normal Queen, and as such they resist. Izanycorth is too young to deal with them properly, and the Sub-Queens must team up to give the same command a Gold does. I hope LiliMine's plan happens soon...I'm growing impatient...not that I like the idea much though.

Snorting, the dragoness got up and stretched her wings, crooning at Inoria as she reached up and made little grabbing motions. Want fly with! In time Mine'sMine. In time. She took a running start and threw her body over the ledge, snapping her wings open and betweening to the training grounds. It took seconds that way instead of minutes and she trumpeted a greeting to her Bronze brethren before turning to the weyrlings and brown. Why was I called when there is not an attack Izanycorth? Yes these....riders are annoying pests, however they are our guests for now.

She emphasized the for now part of it and snapped her tail against the earth. I am not in a good mood, and I was quite happy with where I was. However, I'm sure you all won't mind myself sitting in on the lesson...seeing as someone already is to inform the Weyrleader. I think My Lady would enjoy hearing all about this as well. Her voice turned mainly to J'degar and K'lin though still included everyone around her. It had changed from irritated, to deceptively sweet and quite pleased. Now, are they learning to glide today Bearith? What did you have in mind, something not too hard I'm sure for those...less grown.

She chortled softly as she laid down on the ground and tucked in her wings. Oh yes, this would be quite interesting. Reaching out to the Weyr, she turned back any other dragons worried about the young Queenlet's call. You Queen is here watching, do not fear for them. We have everything under control. To Izanycorth, Kelath and Chahatorth, she spoke directly. I admire your protective loyalty for our home, however, this is a matter for adults to deal with. You are too young to have dealt with the Istan riders, but ask your Topaz cousin that you're so fond of and she can tell you. Dragons might not have the best memories, but that is something that surely is as ingrained into our minds as our enemy. It is a matter to be dealt with gently...unless otherwise stated.

[jillianna]

Kelath's ire at being chastised by the weyrling master was not helped at all by their green sister. His tail slapped in anger and he snapped his jaws as his redswirling eyes narrowed and he fixed his stare on his sister. Manipulate all you want Lorendyth. But remember your place. Either you're a member of trelis or you wish to curl your neck with those sharding browns that have invaded our home." His low rumbling growl was the only other sound he gave before folding his wings and stalking silently to follow Bearith

D'rian simply folded his arms and glared his anger silently. His satisfaction was doubled by the sudden appearance of their queen. They may have been told this was not the way to handle it, but let the brown ... ahem. Let ...him try to show his... personality with Loraketh watching over their lesson.

Jillalene gave Daedra's shoulder a squeeze. K'lin or no k'lin. If you need us, Eulurth and I are there for you Daedra. If you need anything. " With a roll of her eyes at K'lin's reaction to their own reactions, she stalked over to stand with D'rian with her arms folded across her chest.

Eulurth spared one last low growl for the brownrider and his Blue weyrlingmaster's spineless reply. He understood it with his logical mind of course. But if His had been called worthless by another not only would he expect her mate to take some kind of action, He would be ripping out their throats and relishing the blood that would course down his throat. Slamming down mental walls meant to keep everyone but His out of his mind, he stalked over behind the larger Blue housing immense disdain for the adults of the weyr at this point. even if the queen said it needed to be taken care of discreetley.

[phantomofthewolves]

G'daro was stunned when he heard the instructions from the weyrling master. His dragon, that he had worked so hard for, be split from him?!. He sighed and turned to Banemith. What ever happens out there, he told him, don't let the others get to you. I won't let you down, Mine. Banemith replied. And with that, he joined his siblings to wherever Bearith decided.

G'daro felt bad. Really bad. Why couldn't he join his dragon, his lifelong partner, in this lesson? He rolled his mighty shoulders and turned to look at the other werylings. He frowned at the so-called bronze weyrling. He would be his superior when fighting Thread, so he better not get on his nerves. So, he got up and walked up to him. "Hello." he said "My name's G'daro. What is yours?"

[Zane]

X’ries wasn’t entirely sure what to expect out of today’s lesson, or more like he wasn’t exactly sure what to expect out of Hineath. It was like the amethyst to randomly become frustrated with herself, and thus take it out on those surrounding her. It often went like so: Miiiiine, they’re taking up more space than what we have. We need more room. We need to be heard! They’re not hearing us Mine! No one is hearing us. Then she would presume to pout with her head raised up in a haughty-manner. X’ries would often look around to see who was all watching, and do his best to get his dragon to calm down. He was the only one that could manage to calm her, unless of course she was being doted upon. Then Hineath would come to see some reason, and quiet a little.

This time the both of them were walking side by side, inspecting those that had also just arrived. It was when X’ries caught sight of the Sr. Gold that his eyes went wide and he froze, keeping a good distance from the group. What if she embarrasses us? What ifs he gets us into trouble? We have to be seen as brilliant! I have to be seen as brilliant. How else am I going to be a respected dragonrider with plenty of adoring fans? Oh X’ries. He was shaping up to be quite the egotistical young man, though deep down he had his insecurities. Perhaps seeming to have an ego was just his way of dealing with those insecurities. Time would tell...

X’riesMine, look! The gold is here! Loraketh is here, our queen! Oh, she will admire me. It is her job to admire all. Let us say hello, Hineath started. X’ries opened his mouth to warn her against doing anything of the sort, but she was already one step ahead of him. The amethyst brought herself closer to Loraketh, and crooned a greeting, her eyes whirring a mix of greens and blues. She plopped herself down, at least keeping a respectable distance away. Good day to you golden dragon. I am amethyst Hineath, and a very important part of the Weyr, or at least I will be. Once I am grown I will be, she informed Loraketh boldly, not seeming to be bothered with her other clutchsiblings at the moment. How could they be at all important to her when a gold was in their midst?

X’ries hissed, not sure whether he should follow Hineath and plead with her to come away, or just let her carry on. What if she got told off by Loraketh though? Where would that leave him? Certainly he’d be scolded for not having better control of his dragonet, wouldn’t he? Oh he hated having to worry like this! They’d never get the respect they deserved! He stared at the mostly purple form of his dragon, crossing his arms over his chest rather childishly. His glare was hard to miss.

[Zirin]

{Tags: Iirla, Izanycorth, Sithorath, Loraketh, Solarith, K’lin}


J’degar raised an eyebrow as the weyrlings yelled and berated him. Arms crossed as he tried to digest what exactly it was that he had done to bring forth such a response from the younglings. At Southern, the weyrligns knew and understood their place; regardless of colour, the weyrlings were outranked by any graduated rider. Yet here was, once again, a show of distrespect; the weyrlings had never been told where they stood in the hierarchy. The runt queen he could understand a bit. As a gold, she had authority over her classmates and would one day rule over all the dragons in her Weyr, yet as a weyrling she was still outranked. Pissing off a queen was never a good idea, of course, but it was a fact of life.

Her outburst, in fact, proved his belief. She was too young, to untrained, to be able to make the wise decisions she would one day need to make. Her outburst was entirely uncalled for. J’degar had been told by Weyrleader Ar’rex to monitor the wyerling classes in order to get a good understanding of what they had learned, were learning, and would be learning. Yes, he was here to make comments and tweaks, such as teaching proper respect, but that was it. That was the only authority he had as far as Weyrling classes went. He sighed, noticing a trend in the younglings comments, and was actually offended that the dragons would even threaten to harm another of their kind unjustly. He would have a word, but first, he would speak to the adults, the teacher and his apparent weyrmate. He was pleased to note that at least the Weyrlingmaster had common sense.

“I apologize Weyrlingmaster. I meant no disrespect and I offer you my own congratulations. I have a child of my own, you see, and I shared your enthusiasm when I heard the new. That said, I merely wanted to point out that a lesson was not the most appropriate time for said news. The Weyrleader has many tasks lined up for me today and I do not wish to intrude on your classes any longer than necessary. I’m sure your charges feel the same.” He dipped his head lightly to show his respect for the Weyrlingmaster, as he had been taught to do as a weyrling himself. Syphraelth, I doubt the weyrlings will listen to me. I leave them to you. The brown dipped his head in acceptance to his rider and turned to the younglings, specifically the gold.

Queenling Izanycorth, He said with a respectful dip of his head, I apologize if my rider has caused you grief. He is a stubborn, traditional man, that is true, but he is not all that you think he is. He is doing the job he was assigned. The Weyrleader takes great interest in young ones such as yourself and only wants to watch how you grow and learn, as Trelis’ methods are quite different from my home Weyr.

“Indeed we shall, weyrling. I will have word sent ahead to the Weyrleader and Weyrwomen so we can have a meeting after the lesson. To threaten not only a fellow rider, but also his dragon is a dangerous thing to do. You will join us as well, blue weyrling.” He looked at R’vin as he spoke, his expression on of appalled disbelief. To even think of killing a dragon… it was unheard of! He sent a message to his brown to pass on to the Weyrleaders, though it seemed Izanycorth had already done him the favor of calling the Weyrqueen, and apparently a bronze rider as well. Syphraelth waited for both to arrive before giving his explanation. Before speaking he also contacted Sithorath, mentioning that His wanted the message relayed to his rider.

Queen Loraketh, King Sithorath, Bronze Solarith, my apologies for distrupting you and asking for a moment of your time. There is quite an issue at hand. J’degarMine would appreciate it if my words will be passed through to Yours, as the issue is quite large. Mine arrived here to observe the lesson and the weyrlings as instructed by our Weyrleader. When the start of the lesson was delayed he merely commented that the lesson should get underway, to which the young ones have responded by threatening both my life, and that of my rider. He kept his head low as he spoke to his superiors, knowing full well how to show his full respect. His rider may be hard to deal with, but Syphraelth was a good dragon. His rider too, knew his place and saluted as each superior arrived. J’degar was also speaking through his dragon, at Southern he had learned not to speak directly to another’s dragon, and so in keeping true to that he required Syphraelth to pass on his message.

Mine wishes to hold a meeting about the threatening behavior of a few of the weyrlings, if that is acceptable for you and Yours. J’degar watched as Bearith led the dragonets off for their lesson, pleased that at least some learning would be done during this waste of time. They would follow in due time, for now, the death threats were a more serious offense to deal with. There were things he wanted to say to the human half of the weyrlings. How appalled he was, for one. How ridiculous their behavior was. Their disrespect, their lack of rank-related knowledge. Putting it into words was harder than it seemed.

“Weyrlingmaster, if I may be frank, I worry for the safety of the future wingmates of your class. That they would jump so quickly to thoughts of killing is an ill omen. How safe can anyone feel in the Weyr if killing is such an easy choice to make. As far back as I can remember, even monitored duels between riders are unwanted because of the potential harm it would bring to the dragons. I do hope killing is not a lesson taught here.”


[[OOC: post coming for my weyrlings soon]]

[Zara]

Iirla was about to speak, frowning, when another of those sharding. brown riders stepped up and started to speak.

Samara took a step forward. She had been watching from a distance for some time. Delaying calling the Candidates for the moment. "Forgive me Loraketh, Weyrqueen, and Solarith. But, J'degar, might I point out that they took your comment as far more personal and much mroe threatening than it was meant. You really are a wherry brained fool when it comes to diplomacy. And. You forget our place. We are guests, but in all honesty, you and I are in FAR more danger than any Trelis rider. They are merely protecting their own. Don't forget. I was here. I can't believe I sat here and let it go so far..." She shook her head in disbelief and looked to the Weyr Heights where she got a soft growl from Amiith. "And you would decidedly not approve of me knowing the methods of killing, now would you. Of course. You don't even approve of female dragonriders. You'd sooner see a man on a Queen would be my guess. I don't think you are any good at this, J'degar. I'll take my leave before we start our own fight if it is alright with my queen Loraketh," she bowed to the queen again. sHe had no problem with humbling herself here. She would much rather bow to the queen than to that Ar'rex. "And you have bothered Ar'rex for a bunch of nothing foolish rider. You should no better than to make a comment heard by everyone of this nature. Diplomacy is not your strong suit." She sighed and gave a wry smile. Oh she almost wanted to taste the violence.

Izanycorth seemed to shrink on herself, but she did spare a hiss and words to Lorendyth alone. Do not think that I would hesitate to punish you. I am no coward you foolish green. In truth, she envied her green sister. She felt she was lucky, very lucky.

Izanycorth then turned to Lorkaeth. Forgive me Loraketh. These intruders are so frustrating... and... he and his dragon are not just intruders. They have made disdainful remarks towards those of Trelis. I do not wish to offend... but... I am sorry. I ask your forgiveness and your guidance, LorakethMotherQueenMine. She bowed her head to the much larger gold, but spared a red streaked glare for the brownrider.

Iirla sighed. "Very well. You should not take threats so easily. Besides that, we don't take passive aggressive marks about Trelis members lightly from outsiders who are not welcomed with opened arms by all. Do not think I do not know that you outrank me or any of us here and please, I beg your pardon, but refrain from the comments that I am certain are on your lips." She turned to Loraketh. "We have acted disgracefully. I ask you not take the punishment out on all by simply on Izanycorth and myself. As the gold pair here, it should be our job to stop such things and to learn better judgement than this. For that I beg your pardon and yours J'degar. Syphraelth." She still did not hold them in high regard.

Izanycorth waited for Loraketh's permission to lead. She was the ultimate authority... but she did have a request for her father. SolarithFatherMine... forgive us... And would you please be so willing to remain to watch us as well...? Again... I beg your pardon.

Samara just watched, arms crossed. Where was Gl'wein, the never erring diplomat when you needed him? She best get back to her lesson. "I shall speak with you again when the time comes. I was told to avoid you after all." She saluted the two dragons and gave a slight bow, but ignored J'degar from then, heading back towards the Weyrbowl. Amiith was going to be the ever willing participant for this lesson... He generally enjoyed this lesson. Bathing and oiling. She always liked doing this particular lesson this way if only because it was both easier for them to start with and... simply because... It helped her with Amiith.

R'vin sheathed his blade. Whatever it was. He did not think much of it. Indeed he had drawn his blade.... in defense of his fellow Weyrlings and his Weyr. He always jumped ahead though, that was one of his weaknesses. It wsa something that had often saved him and just as often gotten him in to trouble in teh past.

[Zero]

Solarith rumbled lowly, in what could have been taken for a warning growl of sorts to the young dragonets and Theirs. Things were clearly out of control here and their hostile response to the presence of brown Syphraelth and His were nothing if uncalled for. Younglings, you’d do well to mind your tongues when speaking to an elder. Southern or not he resides at Trelis now and you will treat him properly. The former Junior Weyrking let a low hiss follow his words as his turned to look at each of them in turn. It saddened, and angered, the bronze to see such a display from those so young. Not only that but most of these weyrlings were of his own blood and that caused him to feel a tad ashamed.

Syphraelth, know that this matter will be dealt with accordingly, this behavior is not something we breed here. This group is very attached as you’ve probably noticed…they act without thinking. By now Loraketh had arrived and added her own hiss to silence the squabbling dragonets. Settling his rump on the grass, Solarith tilted his head down to regard his golden daughter and her request for him to stay. Oh, he was going to stay, if only to make sure the weyrlings stayed in line and gave Bearith and His no more undue trouble. He huffed and simply gave the little queen a gentle nudge with his snout in the direction Bearith was leading the other dragonets for their lesson.

Sitting tall, though remaining silent as Loraketh was still present, Solarith resettled his wings and began to relay the browns message to His. Naturally Theirs would have to get involved as well if they wanted to squash this unruly behavior.

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Ar’rex had been knee deep in every record he could get his hands on. Most of them dealt with the history of the small Weyr but others informed him on the wings and who was occupying what position. Really it was an exhausting and somewhat irritating task as, naturally, the older records were almost faded and worn beyond recognition. Humming to himself, he made a note to bring it to the attention of the CandidateMasters, perhaps they could assign this task to one of their charges as a chore.

Ar’rexMine, it seems there has been a disturbance in one of the weyrling lessons. The younglings and Theirs have threatened the lives of both Syphraelth and His. At this bit of news from his bonded, Ar’rex immediately stopped shuffling through the mound of records in front of him and slammed his fists on the table, startling the young drudge who was tidying up. Syphraelth’s His is requesting to hold a meeting of sorts after the lesson, your presence, and others, have been requested. What shall I tell him?

Ar’rex clenched his jaw and drummed his fingers against the table. Any trace of his previous light demeanor had quickly vanished the moment he found out that one of his Riders was being threated by a group of hatchlings! Sighing, he pushed away from the table and strode across the room to look out the window at the view of the weyr bowl. Of course he had expected some resistance to still remain even after their initial arrival, but to threaten the life of a dragon and its rider?! Well, that was all but unheard of. Tell him if he calls a meeting I’ll be there. “Inali has some explaining to do…”

Sithorath rumbled from his place on the weyr heights and moved to relay the message to Syphraelth. Syphraelth, Mine agrees to having this meeting. Expect him to be in attendance when the time comes.

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F’lon closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. What was wrong with all these sharding brats? Already this lesson was taking longer then usual and he had places he’d much rather be and things he had to do. Like another WeyrlingMaster he’d rather be hassling for one thing. Aphath…just go with Bearith and get this shipwreck of a lesson started. The little skull marked dragonet looked curiously up at Hers and slowly began to unwind her tail from his legs and sulked off to where their blue teacher currently stood.

But Mine I don’t like leaving you with these… “Go, go… I’ll be fine.” F’lon sighed as he glanced sideways at the bluerider that barked at them to ’sit and shut up’. He got the feeling that today was going to be a very long day because no one was allowed to tell this thief to sit and do anything.

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[diogenessbeast]

Krofud and Ortioth

Fashionably late was the way to do things. Even if you weren't technically late.

Krofud and Ortaith had been ready for the lesson as soon as it was announced, but they hadn't moved to attend right away. That wasn't how Krofud rolled. She did things in her own time, for her own reasons, and that wasn't about to change now. And that included lessons: she was sunning, damnit, and Orty was too, and the lesson could wait.

Ortaith was the one who eventually started moving first, and it was out of desire to accompany him that she moved- or so she claimed. She got there in time to hear the greenrider-- she didn't know the woman's name-- whisper something in the weyrlingmaster's ear. K'lin stood shock still, and then the source of the surprise came loud and clear: they were going to have a baby.

The expression on Krofud's face was one of distaste, and she looked away. She didn't care for the intimate family moment-- she didn't like intimacy or families. She had come here for a lesson, and apparently gotten family confession time. That was both boring and awkward.

But it didn't stay boring for long. No- to krofud's amusement, things exploded shortly thereafter. One of the southern riders was lurking like a hungry dog in the back, and he stepped forward, voicing droll distaste, saying something about a mere woman and how this was lesson time. Even though she'd been thinking almost the same thoughts a moment earlier, she narrowed her eyes- Krofud was territorial, and this was her weyr more then it was his. He had no right to say anything about mere women-- a demographic she was technically part of-- or throw his weight around in such ways.

Her reaction was muted by Ortaith's, who immediately stood shock still. He was more territorial then his rider, and with a vocation to keep the peace as well. This was his town, outlaw, and you had no part in it. Narrowing his eyes, he took a moment to find his words, and gave a squawk of outrage while he struggled to find ones.

By the time he'd formulated a sentence, though, his sister- the young gold- had responded, and ortaith knew better then to snap back. From there, it was a game of watching the shenanigans unfold: threats directed to the southern rider, and adults arriving to deal with the situation. Krofud found herself trying to keep an amused grin off her face as she watched it all unfold. The rider was making his amends to K'lin, which was even more amusing- though, she noted sharply, that he made no move to apologize for his sexism. Bastard. She narrowed her eyes at him, but said nothing, and in a moment K'lin was calling them all to order again. Ortaith growled at the brownrider, but wordlessly slunk off to join the dragonets gathering around the adult blue, and Krofud joined the candidates gathering around his rider.

"What is today's lesson, anyway?" She asked, raising her own voice for the first time, her tone droll and unimpressed. IF there was no reason to be here, she'd rather be laying out in the sun and napping.

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Dancereth watched the exchange between weyrlingmaster and his weyrmate with an innocent sort of curiousity, tilting her head. She got that whatever was going on was significant, but she didn't quite understand what was going on. What is happening, mine? Why does K'lin look so confused.

Ter'lohr had gotten a big smile on his face the instant the word 'baby' was said loud enough for him to hear, and he turned to his amethyst and stoked her muzzle. "His weyrmate is going to have a baby- er, hatchling."

Oh. Wouldn't he be happy, then? He looks confused.

Ter sighed, still smiling. "He is- or I mean, he probably is. We humans just aren't so obvious when we're going to have babies, s it's a surprise."

Dancereth didn't entirely understand, but she was willing to accept this for an answer, so she turned her eyes back on the teachers, just in time to see a brownrider from the south step forward, with harsh words on his tongue.

This rankled Ter'lohr even more then it bothered Dancereth- "now that's not a fair statement, or a fair reaction!" he said loudly, but his protest was drowned out by the other reactions as loud as his. Some of them were treatening, which then had him frowning on both sides-- he doubted this situation would be comfortably resolved by tossing around angry words on both sides. Didn't people know that it was better to be peaceful until there was no alternative?

Thankfully, the brownrider seemed willing to swallow his words with but the snidest of comments. Ter'lohr's expression was still one of disapproval, but he nodded at it, and he and Dance split when told, along with the rest of the weyrlings. Dancereth's expression was clearly worried, but she didn't understand the brownrider's objection, so she wasn't stepping into the reactions: why was it a bad thing to announce that there would be a hatching, even a human one?

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Kordelia and Isanoth likewise did not approve of how the situation was handled, from either end. Isanoth's severity was directed primarily to the brownrider from the south, but Kordelia's disgust was aimed at both parties: this was not how to conduct a verbal battle. Too obvious. She dare not correct the young goldrider, especially when she was so fired up-- but the brownrider's statement had been veiled, if not very well, behind duty. The proper response would be to answer in vein.

But no, in proper form, her fellow classmates responded with threats. Threats were stupid: they made people angry and responsive, and prone to think with their fists rather then their heads. Proper ranked people did not fight with fists, and dragonriders counted themselves amongst that. And, of course, threatening a dragon was just barbaric, even if you could kill it. For all that they did not harm humans, she had no doubt that a dragon faced with an armed assassin would be able to survive the attack with little harm. After all, if something several times your size was aware that you were trying to stick it with a knife, it wasn't going to just sit there and let you. Especially not a telepathic creature that lived in a colony with several others of it's kind.

But she said nothing, just watched with cold eyes, rolling her eyes at their stupidity. And when it came time to seperate, she did so without a word, and only the barest of comforting thoughts for Isanoth. She cared about him, and he had made her proud by not rising his voice to join in teh obnoxious clamor of the others.