Surprise surprise! {Lesson} {Candidates/Ad'os}

[Zara]

Now then. Samara clapped her hands together and smiled. Come on Amiith... let's get this going! This is going to be fun! Call the candidates and the other candidate master, if you'd please!

Soheath, Mine is ready to start a lesson in the Weyrbowl. Would you please join us?

Then, to the Candidates, he said, Candidates, please come join mine and me in the Weyrbowl for a lesson immediately.

With that, he glided down and his rider walked right up to him, gvining his leg and affectionate thump before taking the bag he handed her which was full of the supplies that would be needed for this lesson.

This should be a pretty nice introduction, she thought. Hopefully they would be more willing to accept her than they had been willing to accept J'degar just sitting in on another's lesson. She was a Candidate Master, however... so... That could be a bit more.. problematic in some respects and far less in others... depending on how things went.

The woman stood straight and tall after setting the bags on the ground beside her feet, her hands behind her back. Samara was good at looking imposing when she wanted too.

((So short. >.< Ugh.))

[Zirin]

{Tag: Samara}

Ad'os, Amiith has called a lesson for the candidates. He requests our presence as well. Addy looked up from where he had been scrubbing the wall of his weyr, positive that black smudge would come out with enough elbow grease. Amiith? The Southern's Candidatemaster? He hadn't yet learned all their names, but he at least recognised this one, seeing as he was supposed to be working alongside the brown and his rider. He wasn't complaining at all. The Weyr was still crowded with refuges from the storm, and between relocating personnel on an almost daily basis, he hadn't found much time to begin working up a lesson. The addition of another master was a good thing, in his mind. Tell them we'll be there momentarily, please. The young rider added, quickly moving to pull on his riding gear before grabbing up Soheath's straps.


He had no idea what exactly the other master had in mind for the lesson, and he didn't want to take any chances. He'd rather be over-geared then completely unprepared. Once Soheath was ready, Ad'os mounted, gave the command to head out, and soon the pair were gliding down into the bowl. Soheath landed a comfortable distance from Amiith, neither too close or too far, and Addy was sliding down his leg before the brown had even fully landed.


"Hey there, Samara right?" He hadn't met her in person yet, knowing her only from the introductions when the Southerner's first arrived. "I'm Ad'os, of Brown Soheath." It never hurt to introduce yourself anyways. Soheath lifted his head, neck muscles rippling as he did so, and regarded the other brown, sizing him up.

[Zane]

Why were they always being summoned? Wouldn’t they just learn that she didn’t care? And yet you show up, she told herself. All she could do in response to her intrusive thought was snort and mutter something obscene under her breath. She rolled over on her cot, ignoring the voice that had boomed into her head. She wanted to sleep, so she would, what were they reasonably going to do about it? The only one that had ever gotten much of a handle on her was Yendev, and even then sometimes the man had struggled. Tieler tended to give everyone a problem whether they deserved it or not. A lot of the time they didn’t, and had just happened to catch her in a bad mood. Well at least my mood’s are consistent, she thought bitterly. Ah, a bitter child she indeed was. Her red hair was a blinding shade. She’d had many people questioning whether or not it was real, or if she used some type-of created product to get it that way. She let them guess, not bothering to respond that everything about her was natural. Such a comment would’ve came along with a nod and a wink, for she did tend to enjoy being suggestive. Okay, truth was she was often suggestive, even when she wasn’t fully aware of it.

Grumbling to herself because she couldn’t get back to sleep, she rose from her cot, and immediately set to shuffling through her few possessions for clothing. None of her clothing could be deemed appropriate. It was all chopped up shirts that showed off her midriff, and baggy pants that hung lower than they ought to. She didn’t mind showing off skin. Why should she care about people seeing what they very well couldn’t have? It was fun to toy with people, and have them getting the wrong ideas. She’d been doing it all her life, and it provided her with a constant source of entertainment. It didn’t always end well for other people if they made more noticeable advances, but what did she care? She had no regrets over the fights she picked with other people, so she led various ones to believe. Not much was truly known about the feisty redhead. She was a bit of an unwanted mystery. Completely unwanted. There was that bitterness again.

She didn’t even want to be here, let alone be forced to go to lessons and converse with people she didn’t give a flying wherry about. She pulled on a pair of pants, and one of her showy shirts. It was a plain white, but not so much see-through. In her immodesty she was modest, if that made any sense at all. Stupid Weyr, she snarled, mussing up her own hair. Soon dressed, with little else to do in the way of getting ready, Tieler went out into the hall. She looked this way and that, trying to figure out which direction she should be heading in. Deciding on a direction based on seeing a few others heading that way, Tieler followed a good distance behind.

Soon enough she was in the bowl, glaring at anyone that so much as briefly glanced her way. They should’ve known better. Then to what, look at you? Her mind wasn’t always helpful, or try never... She liked to think that even she was working against herself. Yes, she was definitely a peculiar one. An odd one. A weird one. Tieler was what she was and there was no getting her to be anything other than. She picked a spot to stare at, not at all listening to any instruction that was given. There wasn’t a whole lot going on as is, and she was one of the first to arrive, which irked her to no end. Last thing I want is these people actually thinking I care.

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The moment that the voice was heard, Zane was quick to respond. She was practically shaking from nervousness. Okay, not practically, she was. The voice in her head alone had her shrinking down, and biting her lip hard. Had she actually heard the voice or was she going crazy? She looked out into the hall, and saw people moving past, obviously heading somewhere. Good, not crazy. They were heading to where she needed to be headed, so she’d have to move! Having just been sitting on the side of her cot, she got to her feet and made her way out. She hadn’t been able to sleep earlier so she was already dressed and ready for the day. Good thing, now she wouldn’t have to worry about being late. Surely the dragons and riders get angry with people who don’t show up on time? she wondered at, her heart racing a mile per minute. The girl let fear strike her far more often than was good for her. She started at practically every little sound and movement. Being jumpy was something that she’d always dealt with growing up, but it seemed the older she got the worse she got. It didn’t make much sense to her, but it was the way of things. She tried to act normal, like everyone else, but she just couldn’t swallow down her fear to be able to manage that successfully.

Contact was a huge no for her, she couldn’t bear it. Handshakes, hugs, and even glances, set her on edge. She preferred to be that invisible girl standing in the corner that no one truly cared about. Well I want someone to care... maybe... she thought. A friend would be nice, though she didn’t always admit so to herself. She didn’t know how she’d be able to interact with a friend. She hadn’t had any back at Big Bay Hold. She’d only had her foster parents, whom she’d grown up with since infancy. They never forced her to interact with anyone so she didn’t. Now the girl was far beyond socially awkward, right into socially unacceptable. There were those that were simply anti-social, and then there was Zane, on a spectrum all her own.

Having made her way out into the bowl, careful to keep her limbs all close in to her body; she peered around with darty eyes. Was that person staring at her, what had she done? Had she accidentally bumped into them? She didn’t think so... She was a born klutz, but she was sure she hadn’t done anything to offend that particular person. When they looked away she knew it was all in her head, but she couldn’t stop her heart from racing, even so. Why is the idea of someone talking to you so off-putting? she asked herself, knowing that she wouldn’t have any type of answer that she could happily live with. You’re hardly living at all, she frowned, trying to keep apart from the other candidate’s that were gathering.

[Akira]

Tiris sighed and shook his head at his two firelizards. Buster was being a pain in his neck again, which meant that the firelizard didn't want to get up. Come on Buster, we gotta go! He really was getting frustrated with the large brown. Max had done all he could to try to get the larger male to listen to Their's. He was now curled around Tiris' neck, all tuckered out from his attempts at waking Buster. He was small, and it took a lot of energy to try and push Buster out of his bed.

Buster grumbled unhappily at all their attempts for waking him up. He didn't want to get up yet, so why couldn't they just go on without him? Tiris had just about enough of the lazy males stubborness, and decided to take drastic measures. Hold on Max, this could get ugly. The young man quickly snatched up the large brown firelizard, and quickly started running out the door. As soon as Buster figured out what was going on, he started hissing.

Buster didn't calm down until after he had been carried well outside of the candidate barracks. Well, there was no getting away now. Tiris smiled and set the large brown on his shoulder. Thankfully they were already at the place where they were supposed to meet the Candidate Masters. Sorry we're late. The lazy brown here didn't want to get up this morning. He was a little out of breath because he had to jog just to make sure they wouldn't be any later.

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Rayas wasn't sure he wanted to attend the lesson that Samara had called the candidates for, but he knew he had to so he could have a good chance at impressing a hatchling. He quietly walked to the Weyrbowl where he saw Amiith land. He wasn't exactly the first to get there, but he obviously wasn't the last either. He quickly greeted Samara and the other rider who had been Trelis' original Candidate Master. Then he walked off a little ways and waited for the lesson to begin.

(((OOC: Sorry that's sooo short! I'll do better next time!!!)))

[Lark]

Azeal had loved lessons at Trelis since he had arrived with the Istan Weyrlings. Now though, well they still weren't too bad. He didn't mind Samara as much as some southern riders, in fact he had grown to be kinda okay with her whenever she showed up for different things. Yawning wide, the young boy scratched his head and unfurled himself from the pillow he had been using to rest his head on. He didn't like the bed for some reason, it was too much like home without being home. Almost like a pseudo bed, but the floor was a floor. Everywhere had floors, so that's where he had taken to sleeping.

If he had a roommate, they probably would have called him insane. Oh well though. He knew it was stupid, especially since he was a healer apprentice and knew full well how bad it was for his back. He was young though, be could handle it. Rubbing his little Lazuli flit's back until she gave a sleepy yawn herself, Azeal smiled. "Hey Belle. Time to get up love." She chirped a high soprano to him before wrapping herself around his wrist and going back to sleep. She was a lazy thing, but he didn't care much.

Heading out to the meeting place, Azeal ran a quick hand through hishair to make sure it was semi okay for public viewing and adjusted the clothes he had quickly thrown on. The boy hadn't even checked what he was wearing to see if it made sense, and the orangish red shirt and brownish blue pants certainly did not. Oh well though, they'd probably get messy anyhow. "Hi there masters." He gave a little bow to them, showing that as long as they were respectful he would be. Belle crooned a groggy sound as well before resting her head back against his arm and drifting off once more.

[Aarin]

Aarin had long since finished his chores for the day. The fact that he was well used to mucking out stables had prepared him for massive quantities of sweeping and mopping to the point that he could get both done relatively quickly, and give him time to hare off on his own. He had a vague notion that he was probably supposed to be spending time getting to know his fellow Candidates, but he figured he was not long for the position in any case. Oh, normally he would be all for hovering at the edge of congregations of his “peers”, listening to their inane conversations with the barest hint of an amused smile at the corner of his mouth, but so far everyone had been kept too busy to get together and talk about whatever was bothering them at the moment or whatever idle gossip was circulating the Weyr at that moment. He had not even heard of any lecherous scandals lately, and that was about as unheard of as… as White dragons before Ruth! Considering the odd hours he kept for pretty much everything (his frequent treetop naps had permanently ruined his sleeping and feeding schedules), he was rarely around for group dinners amongst the Candidates, opting instead to going and stealing food from the kitchens when no one was looking. It was not that he did not enjoy eating meals with large groups of people- no, he relished those times, and had loved them dearly in his Crafthall- but rather that he simply was not hungry when dinner was served. Or something. He probably should have been showing up regularly to those pre-planned meals, but no one had called him out on it yet, so he maintained his unintentional aloofness.

So it was that Aarin could be found in one of his favorite trees near the runnerbeast pastures, idly dozing as he mused the implications of his dragon Candidacy. The fact that they had chosen him at all proved their desperation for willing and able Candidates, for they had passed him up for the six years he had lived at the Weyr prior to this. He never really saw himself much as dragonrider material. Aarin’s quiet nature left much time for introspection, so he had thoroughly analyzed every aspect about himself. None of it really seemed to cry “dragon” at him. Dragons were the big, winged protectors of Pern, who ate herdbeasts and were guided by their riders against the menace of Thread, when it was around. Aarin was a breeder, not a fighter. For all of his astonishing imagination, it was hard to see himself flying around the skies on the back of some shadowy, unimaginable, unknowable creature that could apparently hold a reasonable conversation. Hell, Aarin was still far too in awe of the things to even consider himself so much as near one. Oh, yeah, he had touched a Blue once and that was pretty awesome (and really soft and velvety), but between that and watching them swoop down on his charges, that was the extent of the interaction he had with them. Quite frankly, he considered himself temporary Candidate in title only, and as soon as the dragons were done sifting through his mind and realizing that he really wasn’t much one for aerial acrobatics, he would be back learning the rest about veterinary medicine.

It was whilst he was whistling tunelessly and thinking about dragons that he had an abrupt shove back into reality that nearly had him falling off of his branch. It did leave him dangling from it, arms wrapped around the woody protrusion for dear life. Loudly, another’s thoughts cut across his, completely disrupting his train of cognition. That… that was a dragon’s voice, wasn’t it? Oh… oh wow. That was really something special. Now far less in danger of breaking his neck, Aarin dropped to the ground and mused over what just happened. He was definitely just addressed by a dragon… though he thought it was some sort of mass-projection. He had heard those existed, but he never really thought about it before this moment. That was pretty nifty. He grinned. Well, it was best not to keep a dragon waiting, and it was an even worse idea to keep a Candidate Master waiting, if they were anything like masters of the Beastcraft. Standing up, he looked around, then made a fast trot towards the Weyrbowl. Though he considered his chances at Impression near zero (he gave himself a generous 0.05% chance), Candidacy certainly was a rare and precious opportunity to learn more about Pern’s winged guardians, and he supposed that was a pretty nice break from learning medicine.

The runnerbeast pastures were not too far away from the Weyr proper, so it was only a few minutes of a brisk pace to get to the main gates of the Weyr. He slipped in and made his way past the carts full of supplies into the Weyrbowl, the hub of activity in the home of the dragonriders. Off to the side were two brown dragons, and, if he recalled correctly, those were the Candidate Masters’. Considering how unique each dragon looked here, it was harder to not tell them apart than the other way around. Panting slightly, he situated himself at the rear of the pack as inconspicuously as possible. He slumped over slightly, as not to appear quite so tall as he was and thus stick out less. After all, he was here to learn, and learning often meant being silent and unnoticed. Well, at least when it wasn’t one-on-one training, because he was getting a lot of that lately too. Even though he was a Journeyman, there was still a lot to learn. A Journeyman wasn’t going to learn medicine on his own. He watched as the other Candidates assembled, and waited for further instruction.

[jillianna]

Andra tied her dark hair back as she ran to the weyrbowl. This was what she'd been waiting for. Her brother hated the fact of what she'd become, but at least he still loved her. as she ran out into the weyrbowl she grinned waving at D'rian and Jillalene and their dragons then stopped.

Gracious things looked tense over there...

She walked the rest of the way, seeing her fellow candidates gathered. Smiling as the candidate assistant Rhiannon and her white dragon came along behind her. This was the beginning of her new life and she was going to learn anything and everything she needed to make a dragon a wonderful partner.

Rhiannon studied the actions of the young ones across the weyrbowl as Drastarith shook her head.

"So much anger and distrust of these browns and their riders. I agree that the situation is bad and thouroughly unpleasant for all, but we must make things as easy as they can be in these times, or our young ones will suffer."

At least we will be able to keep an eye on our young ones with this brownrider and Ad'os Mine. The other young ones belong to Bearith and His. We must let them do as they see fit.

"I know my dear I know." she smiled and patted Andra's shoulder. "Welcome home dearie." She was rewarded by the girl's beaming smile, and it reminded her of how she'd first felt as a candidate.
oh to be a candidate again and feel the wonder that comes from knowing you have the chance to impress

[Zara]

{Tag: Ad'os, All Candidates, Soheath}

Samara smiled. "Yep. It's good to formally meet you, Ad'os of Brown Soheath." She smiled pleasantly and looked at the brown who Amiith was probably a bit too relaxed about. Oh well. Not like they had anything to fear. Not really anyhow. She smiled and turned to him. "So... I figured that instead of giving them a lesson on oiling with flitts... We'd do what I have done in the past at Southern and teach them how to oil a real dragon with Amiith and Soheath under our supervision. I also would like them to work as a group to facilitate team work. Your thoughts?"

She waited for him to reply, but was not long in turning to the Candidates and speaking with a wide smile and spreading her arms wide in welcome. "Thank you all for arriving so promptly! If there are Candidates yet missing, please let them know of the lesson and send word to them that they will need to meet with myself or Ad'os for chores and a make up lesson if you would." Her tone was easy, light and friendly... which was generally typical of her. "Now then! First, I'll gladly take any questions you would like to ask, including those about myself and any concerns you may have had about things that are happening and then we will begin. And please. I won't bite. The best way to deal with things is for them to be properly addressed."

The large brown with his tiger stripes turned his own well muscled neck and his wedged head towards the brown. Greetings BrownBrother. It is good to meet you in a situation in which things should not be so full of animosity and irritation.

The Brown turned his attention back to the Candidates wit happily swirling eyes. This lesson should be very fun, but as usual, Mine likes to deal with issues and questions first. And anything that the Candidates may not understand in relation to the lesson. Though there is a rare case of such things. He seemed to shrug. I would like to welcome you as well, young ones.

He settled himself again, looking down at those gathered, entirely calm and collected.

Yanoya frowned. This was an interesting pair. This Samara and her Amiith. She had questions, accusations really, but she kept her mouth shut. It was undo. After all. It was unimportant.

[Aarin]

Aarin winced. As absolutely fascinating as psychic ability was, if he wasn't expecting it, it was borderline painful. He was quite used to being the only one in his head, and random intrusions were not exactly appreciated. He kept his mouth quite shut, though. No sense in offending a dragon. Just because the rider said she did not bite did not mean that her Brown did not. Aarin, of course, did not have any questions. He had an amiable air about him as he stood, considering how he barely considered himself a Candidate. He would do what was asked of him as a Candidate, stand at Impression, and then go back to what he was doing. This was a rare opportunity that he happily seized, but he did not think he would be getting much more than information out of the whole ordeal. That was perfectly fine by him, though. This was just way too interesting to pass up, after all! Aarin knew, distantly, that she was from Southern, but that did not bother him a mite. From what he had gathered recently, there was a bit of a stir concerning the Southern riders, but it was not something he was particularly worried about. After all, they were all dragonriders, and they rode dragons. Their politics were above his head (though that was more deliberate than he would ever let on), and it all seemed inconsequential to him so long as there were dragons to fight Thread when they were needed. He rocked back on his heels a bit and waited for others to pipe up with their questions.

[Zirin]

"Likewise, Samara." Ad'os replied with a smile, then chuckled as she explained her plan. "I don't know how well Soheath will take to having people climb all over him, but it could be good experience for the candidates that might impress hard-to-deal-with dragonets." He gave a light whistle and a mental command to his flits and soon the green and lazuli had perched on his shoulder.

"Atla here," He motioned to the lazuli, "Would be more than happy to have a good oiling. Trouble might... but she might also put up a fight so I wouldn't recommend her for any but the most willful lads." Wow... he needed to work on his bondeds' people skills didn't he? After he replied she started off explaining a few rules, and Ad'os immediately nodded in agreement. He himself employed very similar rules for tardy candidates.

"As Samara said, feel free to ask questions both now and at any time you have one. I'll be happy to answer questions outside of class as well." He had a feeling they would work well together, and having someone to share the burden with would be a definite improvement on how busy he had been lately.

I feel in agreement, Amiith. The bulky brown replied and was more than willing to allow the other brown to do all the work for the lesson. Come now, humans. We don't have all day. Ask now so we can continue.

"Well, if no one has any questions," He spoke after a few moments of silence and a good look over the candidates, "We can begin with the fun part of the lesson." He paused and motioned to Soheath, "When dragons hatch, they are no where near this monstrous size; however, the y do grow quickly. This is especially true during the first few months after hatching, and during this time a rider needs to spend a lot of time caring for their dragon's hide." He rested a hand on Soheath, who's eyes whirled in annoyance; he really wasn't pleased about having candidates touch him.

"As a dragon grows, its hide will become dry and crack, and they rely on us to oil the dryness away. So, today you're going to learn how to oil a dragon. For those interest in practicing on Soheath or Amiith," He gave Samara a questioning look, hoping it was okay that he was volunteering her dragon, "Come line up in over here. If you'd rather try on a firelizard first, group up here instead." He motioned to the left for dragon and right for fire lizard."

[Rawla]

Having gotten up early, as was her custom, Sari prepared herself and headed to the kitchens for a bite to eat. When a voice entered her mind, she froze with the cup of klah she held still at her lips. Lessons? Now? Shrugging her indifference mentally, she took her klah with her and partook of it as she went. Though her steps were not slow, she was finished drinking her cup by the time she joined the others.

Questions? She had a million of them. But she refrained for she was curious about the lesson and just wanted to begin.

Oiling dragons! Sari smirked. She'd been doing that for as long as she could remember. She was a weyrbrat afterall. No matter, she would enjoy it just the same.

Stepping forth to oil a dragon instead of a firelizard, as was offered, Sari smiled at the bulky brown and his rider and waited for his further instructions. She loved to oil the great dragons, they seemed so appreciative when it was over and some of them even liked to play hide-the-rag. Trying to get them to open their mouths and release to them the rag, was not always fun though as some did not know when to stop playing and the work stopped being so enjoyable.

Some dragons were grumpy though and others were better left to their own riders to care for. Sari wondered as she stood there what kind of dragons these two would be.