Morning After {Less. 1 - Nightsingers}

[Zirin]

{Takes place the day after the hatching/hatching feast}

J'degar stood back and admired his work. The tables and equipment were all set up and he was pretty sure he had finished all the necessary preparations. He went over the mental checklist in his mind, trying to make sure he hadn't missed anything as well as trying to remember the names of all the weyrlings in the class. He supposed he'd remember them more easily as time went on; it was only the day after the hatching feast after all, the weyrlings likely didn't know the names of their fellows yet either. Is it time? J'degar gave a silent affirmative to the medium sized brown and listened as Syphraelth called the class. <Nightsingers!> He called, his voice loud but soft in their minds as he tried to get their attention without scaring them. <Your first lesson begins now. Dragonets are to come to me, your riders will gather around J'degarMine.> He sent mental images to human and dragon alike as he gave the directions. A quick call also went out to Gl'wein and Gormyth, letting them know the first lesson had started, though whether they wanted to watch or not was up to them.

He had enlisted the help fo the older weyrling pairs to ensure meat had been prepared for the younglings, and now, mid-morning, the Nightsingers class would have already fed and bathed their dragonets. Gar and Syphraelth, in their respective meeting areas (which were in truth within eyeshot of eachother), waited for the class to arrive.

"Hurry up you lazy lot!" J'degar called out as the young riders began making their way. He wasn't one of their sissy, pushover Trelis teachers. He was a man of Southern, and at Southern they didn't tolerate laziness. "As you get your asses over here, grab up one of the knots from behind me. The one meant for you, of course." On the table behind him was a selection of riders knots; everyone in the Weyrs wore them to show rank and weyrlings were no different. Each knot was made up in the customary design, with the dragon's colour as the final rope. All the weyrlings would need to do was select a knot with the appropriate colour.

"You will wear them at all times. Now answer me this as you're grabbing your knots. What is the purpose of wearing knots?"

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Over with the brown, Syphraelth crooned encouragments as the dragonets slowly found their way to him. <You all look well. Good good! Don't worry about your humans, they are in good hands. Now, our lesosn is a bit different from your riders.> The brown began, gazing over the young hatchlings. He stood up and stretched out his wings. <We will start with some easy exercises. The first is a simple wing rotation. Hold your wings out like so and just make tiny circles with them.> He demonstrated slowly with his own wings. <This will help strengthen your wings for the time you start flying. You may feel discomfort after a bit, don't worry about it, its good to feel the burn. Don't push yourself though, take a break whenever necessary, we don't want any of you injuring yourselves.>

The brown tucked his wings back in and urged the hatchlings to begin. <Feel free to ask questions and talk amongst yourselves of course, young ones. I am not so strict as Mine is.> Though the lesson was meant to begin training the muscles, it was also a time to get to know their clutchmates.

[Akira]

T’ris sighed and rubbed his temples, he had finally convinced his little opal male that there was nothing wrong with his wings when they got the call for their first lesson. Now listen Widelmath, there is nothing wrong with you, and we are going to go to this lesson. Now just calm down, and let’s go. His voice was soft, and gentle when he spoke, the last thing he wanted at that point was to start another argument with his dragon. He loved the little opal, but the fact that he was so paranoid about something being wrong with him all the time, was starting to wear the poor man thin.

Widelmath nodded his head slowly, and did his best to calm himself. His was right, there was nothing wrong with him, there was nothing wrong with him. He kept repeating that to himself, and gave a soft sigh when he was finally calm and crooned quietly as he walked beside his rider as they made their way from their room, to where their new Weyrling Masters had shown them to go. Mine, I-I-I don’t want to leave you. His voice was shaking, and full of fear as he stared over at the large brown dragon that had said they would have to separate from their riders.

It’s alright Wid, you’ll be just fine, and see, I’m not that far away, and I’ll be right there if anything goes wrong. I promise. T’ris reached down and gently scratched his dragon’s eye ridges before gently pushing the little opal off in the direction of Syphraelth. After making sure the little male was well on his way, he turned and started walking to the man the brown had said was J’degar. He was a bit nervous, but not because of who his Weyrling Master was, but because of who his dragon was. Of course he knew Widelmath better than anyone else, and that’s what scared him the most.

Widelmath looked around him cautiously, and kept his mouth shut. His large wings were tucked against his small side, and his extra-long tail was wrapped around his long legs as he sat awkwardly on the ground, listening to what his teacher had to say. If a dragon could turn pale, and look like they have just seen a ghost, then that’s what Widelmath would have looked like when he heard what their first lesson would be. M-M-MINE!!! SAVE ME!!! He cried out to his rider, and quickly looked around for him. He didn’t want to be here, he didn’t want to do this, he was positive he would get hurt because of this.

T’ris bent his head and sighed when he heard Widelmath’s cry. It is alright Widelmath, you’re not going to get hurt, and there is nothing wrong with you. Just give it a try, and if you think something’s going to go wrong, stop and tell Syphraelth. He sent gentle, calming thoughts to his dragon, and smiled when he felt him start to calm. He knew the young opal would be alright, but he had a feeling this wouldn’t be the only time his dragon would cry out for him. But if something really did go wrong, he would be at his partner’s side in a second, and that helped calm the young rider and dragon, but just a little.

(((OOC: I'll add the others in my next post.)))

[kitsuneko]

B'den jumped slightly as he heard the voice of the Weyrlingmaster's brown in his head. He was just getting used to Kohenkyoth being in there, much less other dragons. He smiled at the large green and stroked her head. "Ready to go, then?" The dragons had already been fed and oiled, so now, apparently, it was time for their lesson. Kohenkyoth crooned her assent and they made their way to the room where the Weyrlingmaster was waiting for them.

B'den joined the group of young riders that were still filing in and watched Kohenkyoth as she wandered over to join the dragon half of the class. She didn't show any concern at being separated from her rider--however small the distance--but she didn't make any effort to converse with the other dragons on her own, either.

Kohenkyoth's attention was focused on Syphraelth as she did her best to do as he said. She followed his instructions, extending her wings and slowly moving them in circles. It got boring quickly, but she was determined to do the best a green could do--or better.

B'den, meanwhile, listened calmly as J'degar instructed them on what they were supposed to do, and then stepped up to the table to take one of the knots with a green rope. It wasn't too much different from the type of knot he'd worn as a harper, and he had no trouble fastening it onto his clothes.

At the same time, the Weyrlingmaster was asking them a question about the knots, so as soon as he had finished, B'den spoke up. "Wearing knots allows people to know our job and rank at a glance--in this case, weyrling dragonriders, sir."

[Lark]

Therru watched the lesson with a mix of curiosity and detachment. She couldn't remember being around so many people before, yet she wasn't entirely bothered. Or, perhaps that was a lie. The weyrling shifted uncomfortably in her spot, her eyes staring everywhere and nowhere all at once. She didn't trust them, she didn't trust any of them for a moment.

Not even the lovely blue next to her was something she could entirely rely on. Nystiarth keened unhappily at that thought, once again upset by how Hers did not seem to be able to relax. How was it that someone could become so hateful toward others? She just didn't understand, or not completely at least. The dragonet was not unaware of the looks others gave her.

Fluttering her wings, the tiny blue dragonet curled closer against her rider's side, unwilling to move. Even the Opal went eventually though, and she sighed before looking around. No! She refused to leave, she wouldn't, she couldn't. They hated her, they didn't like her! Nystiarth keened louder, and Therru looked down at the dragonet unsure what to do. Her mouth hung open then closed in a thin line as she started to flick her gaze around the room. You're making a scene. That seemed to shut the thing up finally. Looking wounded, Nystiarth sulked away, hesitating only a few lengths from Hers. With a dismissive movement however, Therru turned her attention back away from the creature.

Nystiarth continued on her way. Even Hers didn't know what to make of her! A gentle nudge in her mind was the only thing that took that thought away, and the blue crooned quietly. Maybe she wasn't alone after all. Just don't get all sappy on me....I just can't stand seeing you slink so low to the ground like that. The dragonet nodded, curling up a bit away from her classmates and watched the brown. She had Hers...even if their relationship was an odd one. They would endure the strange looks together!

[jillianna]

G'lwein sighed as gormyth's voice echoed in his mind.
It is time for our young one's first lesson mine. " With a hand over his face he stretched slightly trying to not disturb the woman sleeping at his side. After a moment or two his eyes got used to the morning light, and he slowly eased his arm from under his weyr mate. He could feel gormyth's impatience as he leaned down brushing a light kiss over her cheek and moved off the bed, pulling on a pair of pants and boots.

" would you have a shred of patience? I thought the lesson wasn't starting until this afternoon!"

He growled shrugging into his shirt starting to lace it up as his dragon chuckled.

" first off mine, you should not have dallied so late at the gather last night if you were going to be grumpy this morning. And secondly, methinks j'degar's zealous streak has taken effect already. Syph said his was up early preparing for the young ones and is in rare form today. Perhaps you should go protect our young ones from the.... Enthusiasm of your friend?".

"don't make me insult you mister. All the same I believe you're right. Syph shouldn't have any issues with the dragons but I want you to help them out. Teach them to perfect their form until it comes time to join then together. Let's go... " he said climbing onto the amused dragon's back. Gormyth launched himself from the ledge and soared toward he weyr bowl. The morning air doing wonders for the level of awareness of his rider who was completely awake by the time they touched down in the weyr bowl.

As g'lwein slid from gore's back he nodded his approval as the young weyr lungs stepped forward selecting their appropriate knots, and he stepped up beside j'degar. "Shard it man, you couldn't have waited a bit later in the day?"Hus grumble was low so their students wouldn't hear, but his tone was light compared to his angry tone, which was a good sign.

Gormyth watched in amusement as he surveyed the dragnets that had gathered so far. The little opal widelmath seemed to be on the verge of a panick attack with the mere prospect at the aspect of wing exercises. The others looked to be doing just fine, the little green earned an approving rumble from the large brown as she worked at the exercise with all her might. Got crooned a greeting to his brown brother and settled on his haunches a little ahead of wid, facing the little dragonet.

"it doesn't hurt little one. Here. Watch and do as I do. We'll go a bit slower and accomplish it together." for held out one wing first and made a smal circle motion just once. This would allow the tiny opal to get used to the movement before launching into it fully.

[shinska]

Daria groaned. She was a Weyrling now and had to rise with the others. She wasn't really a morning person. She struggled to take a bath and then brushed her hair and put clothes on. Then she and Eyrieth headed to the lesson. Once there Daria noticed that she wasn't the only one there and she shrugged. Until she got used to being a Weyrling and having her schedule set to that of her Dragon she wasn't going to be really awake.

Eyrieth on the other hand bounded over to her siblings. Good morning clutchsiblings! Ignore Mine. She hasn't fully woken up yet. How are you this morning?[/color] The superhero of the Clutch was there to save the day. Now it was time to find juicy secrets from her siblings' lifemates. Maybe even from her siblings themselves. Secrets were the greatest thing and Eyrieth wanted to know them.

[Zirin]

[[OOC: Despite what Gar says, I love all the weyrlings! So please don't take it personally if he picks on you! <3]]

Oh Faranth forbid his class contain anything but unintelligent ingrates. J'degar grimaced as the first few weyrlings toddled up, only one of which bothered to follow his instructions at all. A day where the day old dragonets were better behaved than their 'mature' riders? Bah! Pathetic. <Be calm, GarMine. They are new to such harsh teaching methods remember? It will not do you any good to have them hate you already over such silliness.> The brown's voice was calm, soothing almost in the Southerner's mind, but he didn't care for one moment. Just because Trelis raised sissies didn't mean he was going to.

"It's a bad day on Pern when a green shows up the rest of you lousy lot." He growled. it wasn't that he had anything against greens, in fact, as a Wingthird he was rather fond of having the skilled acrobatics in the air with him, but for a newly hatched green to show up the larger dragons was just... wrong. Not that he expected much from the wherry-brained mutant white thing they called an opal, or from any of the mutants really. In fact, it made sense that the green was best of all so far; she was the only NORMAL thing in the class. <Mine! I won't have such disrespect of our new brethren. We are of Trelis now, mutants and all. Besides, they seem quite... unique...> They had been raised in a traditional manner, and the change was hard on both of them, though the dragon handled it better than the rider. Mutants aside, J'degar stared at the few wimps that had gathered in front of him. At least they had been able to comprehend that much of the instructions.

"I'm glad someone here has a brain in those fat skulls." He nodded a silent, if easily mistaken praise to B'den, already seeing potential in the boy. "Weyrling training isn't a walk through the park. To become a useful member of the Weyr you all must work hard and follow instructions when they are given. So far only one of you fall into that category. The rest of you are as useless as the dirt on my boots." He was cut off from his rant at the tardy arrival of his fellow 'master.

"These brats are lazy enough already, they dont need extra sleep." Was his curt reply to the other brownrider. Unlike Gl'wein, J;degar made no attempt to keep his voice hushed. he was displeased with the class and they would sharding well know it. "Weyrling B'den, since you seem to have a brain, would you mind helping the dimwits accomplish the Oh-so-difficult task of picking knots. Or, if you really want to show me you have a brain, tell me the names of our Wingleaders, excluding the other Weyrling wings of course."

He turned to face the rest of them, his narrowed eyes glaring at T'ris, Therru and Daria each in turn. "Well, you bloody idgits, get a move on. And would one of you call your tardy classmates. I hope you all enjoy pushups. You can do 10 each after you grab your knots."

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Syphraelth crooned softly as the weyrlings began their exercises, well, most of them anyway. He tilted his head in confusion at Widelmath, not at all sure how to deal with him. The arrival of Gormyth was a lfie saver at least. The other brown immediately taking charge of the opal. <Hello Gormyth. You help is much appreciated, you are much better with the young ones than I.> He dipped his head in thanks once more before turning back to the rest of the present class.

<Kohenkyoth, your form is well balanced. Are you feeling the pull in your wing muscles? Try changing the pacing or size of the circles if you want to push yourself, but please be careful.> The green seemed determined to do well, and Syphraelth wasn't about to hold her back. Though like J'degar, he noticed not all the dragonets seemed keen on following instructions. <Come now Nystiarth, Eyrieth. The lesson may seem dull but it will help in the long run. You both want to fly with Yours, do you not? Come now, you can go slowly, there's no rush; though it is important you exercise.> He motioned to the green and the strange female blue, ushering them to join in.

<Once your are comfortable with the movement, try walking around slowly and if you're feeling particularly confident, try a straight line. Keeping your balance while taking steps and working your wings is more challenging than you might think.>

[Zara]

Yanoya had been there, if in the back, looking at this... man full of wind. Oi. How annoying. He was supposed to teach her. She hoped she could find whoever that other guy was again more appealing. She patted Hyselhoeth on the shoulder. He had dozed off and was a little slow on the uptake that he should go with the other dragons. "Go with 'em buddy." she said. He gave a snort. Why did he have to go there. Couldn't they come here?

But he went anyways at his rider's urgings. It wasn't worth the effor of arguing with her right now. Besides... this guy was nasty. He wasn't sure he wanted to leave His with him. He gave a harrump of dissaproval and toddled off. Only to find he had to do more exercises. This wasn't fair! MIIIINEEE!!! Why do I HAAAVVEEE to do this stufff....? He whined to his, smarter than to complain to the adults.

OF COURSE! she snapped and he seemed to give a contemptuous sniff at her. She couldn't help her small smile at that. Oh he was so annoying and lazy sometiems... but he was also so fun. SHe loved him. He was so laid back. That was something she never had been and sometiems doubted her ability to be.

Oh... it was something interesting, most certainly.

Xaemia, on the other hand, was having a hard time convincing Moth to go... especially since... well.... her wings were entirely useless for flight and they still hurt too much to move... not to mention they were all bandanged up. What good would it do her. Which is why the little white sat on her haunches with her head lowered. What wings she had would never have the capability of flight and right now.... they hurt very badly. She looked at the big dragon with a lowered head. Oh... she was going to do something wrong and get in trouble. Or that was the feeling she got. Hers was so nervous... so she was nervous.

She approached the brown sheepishly. Ex-ex-cuse... me... I... Can't use my wings... Her words were soft and tiny as she bowed her head. She still didn't know why her sister had attacked her...but she was staying far away from her... or as near her ebony brother as she could... She couldn't even spread her little torn up wings right now... they were bandaged and held still as to try to heal the best that they could. Mine... What should I do...?

Xaemia wasn't sure... But she would give the best answer she could anyways... She sent lots of love across their bond. Oh little love... Just... stay there with them. I'm sure it will be fine. She and Moth both knew that she was never going to fly. There was no lying about that. It was just a fact. Xaemia wasn't looking at J'degar simply because she couldn't see him. She heard the brown and reached out to him with her mind. Excuse me, Syphraelth. I am Xaemia... I am blind and Moth can't ever fly... Her little wings were shredded and are bandaged... I know she has already said this. She is scared though. she doesn't want you to be angry with her... Please forgive my interruption... Xaemia said apologetically, withdrawing slightly. She was a HAD... It was so strange to her... It tormented her... but sometimes... sometimes... it could be helpful.

Samara wasn't very happy when she woke to find Gl'wein leaving her. "Where are you going so early... the lesson isn't supposed to be until this afternoon...?" she complained groggily, sitting up. She looked upset sitting there, her hair a mess, but she ran her fingers through it and it looked, though rumpled, a lot better... "Do I need to have a word with that friend of yours...?

[Akira]

T’ris was embarrassed as he listened to the Weyrling Master. It wasn’t their fault that their dragons were so young, and not quite used to being away from their riders yet! He grabbed his knots and quickly fled from the presence of the man called J’degar. He groaned but did what he was told, and completed all of his pushups. He was more than thankful that another brown rider pair had shown up, and the new brown dragon had caught Widelmath’s attention, and was helping him with the exercise. At least that way he wouldn’t get them into any more trouble than he already has. He looked at the two Weyrling Masters, and wondered what the two of them would have all the weyrlings do now. He had this sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that told him the first Weyrling Master, didn’t like many of the weyrlings.

Widelmath looked up at the large brown that was now sitting in front of him, and wondered what he would do to him. He slowly, VERY, slowly, held out one overly large wing, and started mimicking Gormyth. It wasn’t as scary as he had originally thought, but he was glad that he had someone to do it with him. He heard what the other brown, Syphraelth had said, and his eyes widened in fear at the thought of trying to walk and do this at the same time. I-I-I-I don’t k-k-k-know if I-I-I-I can!!!! It didn’t help that his already panicky voice, became louder, and more panicky as he spoke. He was trembling, and had stopped exercising his wing. He saw some of his larger siblings try it, and thought that it didn’t look as bad as he had originally thought, but what if he tripped? Would that kill him? Or just hurt him?
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R’as had been busy in the kitchens helping with breakfast when the call for a lesson entered his mind. OH SHARDS!!! He screamed and ran out of the kitchens, straight for where he was supposed to meet the Weyrling Master and his dragon, his own dragon running as fast as he could to join him. Both of them slid to a stop near the rest of the class that had already made it. Both of them were very out of breath, and R’as looked like he was about to pass out from lack of oxygen. He did his best to calm his breathing, and straitened slowly when he finally regained control of his lungs. A sweet, respectful smile was on his face as he walked over, and saluted the Weyrling Masters, just as he had been taught to do in Southern. I apologize for being late, I had been asked to work in the kitchens this morning, and was finishing up cleaning the dishes when you called. His voice was even and respectful as he spoke to the two grown men.

Virath crooned softly to Moth, and slowly walked over to her. He was out of breath, and tired from the run here, and so he should be. He had ran all the way from the room he shared with His. He was panting, and his wings were dragging on the ground from his exhaustion. He would need plenty of rest before he even thought about exercising. I am sorry Syphraelth, but may I please rest a little? His breath was weak and a little breathy as he spoke to the older brown. He sat down on his ebony haunches and continued to pant. He wanted to be doing what he was supposed to, but he didn’t even have the energy to stand at that moment. Which he knew must make him look terrible in the eyes of his teachers. Oh well, he would have to work extra hard when he got his breath back to prove that his dream could come true, no matter what anyone said, not even his own rider.
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Pandora glared at the men that were supposedly her Weyrling Masters, Guarximuth snorted at His and walked proudly to where he was supposed to be. The two of them weren’t really talking at that moment, but thankfully the young brown had told the woman what she was supposed to be doing. So it didn’t take her long to go, grab her knots, and take her place among the rest of the weyrlings. She had done enough arguing with her dragon, and didn’t feel like starting an argument with her teachers, so she did as she was instructed, and did her ten pushups. She didn’t count them out loud, but he also hadn’t told her to. So when she was finished she stood with her arms crossed over her chest, and glared at the teachers, waiting silently for their next assignment.

Guarximuth snorted and shook his head at His, she really was stubborn, but at least she was willing to do what she was supposed to do at that moment. Greetings Masters Syphraelth and Gormyth. His gruff voice boomed inside of the minds of the two older browns. After properly greeting the two adults he quickly set to work with this exercise. He started to slowly rotating his wings as they all had been instructed, but it didn’t take long before he started to make bigger circles with his wings. He had heard Syphraelth allow another dragon to do it, so why couldn’t he? Well that didn’t last long before the older brown set down another challenge for them. He started to slowly walk in a straight line while make medium sized circles with his wings.

[kitsuneko]

B'den might have bristled slightly at the Weyrlingmaster's "just a green" implication, but he kept it to himself. At least someone recognized his worth, even if it was a crabby, ill-tempered brownrider.

Kohenkyoth, on the other hand, beamed at the praise she received, even more so when Syphraelth came over to speak to her. She did as he said, paying attention to how it felt as she moved her wings in ever-widening circles. Watch you don't get too tired, Kohenkyoth, B'den reminded her worriedly, but otherwise the weyrling rider left her to her own devices.

I know what I'm doing, she replied haughtily, and soon she decided to follow the rest of Syphraelth's advice and try walking at the same time. For the first time she showed signs of trouble, as her overly-large wings made it easy for the green to overbalance, and she squawked in surprise and stumbled before catching herself. Kohenkyoth snorted, annoyed with herself, and started again, walking slower this time. She was walking and making circles with her wings now, though her path was by no means straight. Seeing that a brown weyrling was already walking straight, she redoubled her efforts.

B'den, meanwhile, had moved back over to the table with the knots, with the intention of making himself available to anyone who looked like they were having trouble. He thought about J'degar's question for a while before answering. "There's T'rian and Inali, obviously. S'val, the junior weyrleader." The other two were a bit tougher, and B'den finally had to shake his head. "I think one is A'zeal, but I don't remember the other. Sorry, sir."

[jillianna]

-earlier- g'lwein sighed as he snapped the buckles of his boots at the would of his weyrmate's voice. He'd been hoping to get out without Waking her and as he turned to face her he was very careful to suppress the smile that threatened to crack across his features. He walked back to the bed and leaned down, kissing her softly. "Now we all know that wouldn't be a good idea love. I intend on having a serious discussion with him about his lack of warning or consultation." with another kiss to her cheek he straightened stretching again.

"get some more rest samara. You must be tired after the feast and the night. I'll be back in a while."

---- present--- g'lwein's eyes widened in surprise at the vehement hatred pouring through the other man's voice as he verbally assaulted the young ones. He knew at least one thing that was going through his fellow master's brain. Mutations. The sharing fool couldn't stand them and he was letting it influence the treatment of their students. Suppressing a growl he crossed his arms and stepped in front of j'degar.

" Gar. You know I've always given your eccentricities a wide reign. However." his. Pice went low and quiet. He didn't think it would be quite the right start to hear one teacher threatening the other. His eyes were dark and angry and his knuckles were white where they rested .

" you will stop treating the weyrlings this way. They're brand new. Not even a week old and you treat them as if they've been running your drills since they were cradle brats. If you can't control yourself I'll have to do it for you. I won't tolerate abuse to my students. And while I'm being serious... If you dare to presume to change a planned lesson time without my knowledge or approval again... There will be consequences. You've already ruined a perfect morning with my weyrmate. I suggest you not test my patience further."

With that he turned his back on the other man greeting the weyrlings with a kinder welcome and a smile, urging them to come forward and select their knots. He, unlike his partner, was willing to let them take their time. They were teachers and nurturing always produced better results than tyrannical abuse.

Gormyth watches syprealth's closely. His always tended to get in slightly rough situations and though his was perfectly able to take care of himself, gor would always keep an eye on any threats to his that he perceived. Keeping one eye on the pair of humans he continued his demonstration for the dragonets. Speaking little words of praise to those who were doing well and giving rumbling approval to the little brown. He nudged the little white gently with his nose. There was no way the little female would ever take to the skies. Her wings were too badly damaged. With a last approving glance at the little opal, he turned his attention to her.


. Not to worry little one. what I would like you to do is work on your leg strength. Just because flight is closed to you that doesnt mean you cannot be a credit to your rider. She will need you strong. Try this for a while. . He demonstrated slowly for the little white, lowering himself to just before his body touched the floor, held himself there for a count of three and Then straightened himself again. It would work the little white's legs utilizing her natural weight as resistance for better results.

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K'gan had finally given in to Orath's begging. She wanted to go to the lesson but the last place on earth he wanted to be was anywhere near a pcked weyr bowl full of dragons. Especiallywhen that little murderer of a black light was there.

His worry danced over his link to Orath's because as they walked she kept the side of her head nestled against his side in what she hoped was comforting to him. She stayed quiet letting him stew until they got to the weyr bowl and he joined his fellow weyrlings. Orath's hesitated for a moment or two when she saw what her siblings were doing. Wing excersices . She tucked her wings in tightly against her side and gave a self conscious whimper after hers. Who had already gone up and selected one of the green knots.

He sighed and gave her a mental nudge. You're beautiful and perfect the way you are orath. Your wings are lovely.


- but mine!!! They're so big! What if they laugh at me!?"

They won't dear. Now go exercise with your brothers and sisters.

[phantomofthewolves]

---earlier Hurry up Mine! We are going to be late! Aerinth ordered K'te. He was determined to get to their first lesson on time. I'm going as fast as I can Aerinth, but there is no guarantee that we will be on time. K'te told his dragon. Nerugui stood by the window watching him with interest. When K'te was done getting dressed, the three headed off to the lesson.

---present Aerinth groaned when they arrived. We're late! I told you that there was no guarantee. K'te told him. He noticed that the riders and their dragons were split into two groups. He nudged Aerinth to join his siblings and left to grab a knot like everyone else. Aerinth grumbled and joined his siblings with the instructor's dragon. He began rotating his wings in circles while keeping an eye on the murderous Blacklight that was his sister.