Weyrbowl, The Pied Piper (Plot Candidates)

[Lark]

S'vrin sat nearby, watching the lesson go on. The wingleader should have been out dealing with his wing, however he had left that to his Wingsecond. No, he wanted to check up on the pathetic excuses for candidates. None of them seemed good enough, which was perfect of course. For the clutch he had in mind....only the ones that were expendable or got on his nerve would be put on the boats. It was only a few days away too it seemed. Panille had been to see her not long ago, and she had told him the rider and dragoness were doing fine.

Oh, how happy and sweet she had seemed while talking about the unmentionable. It made him sick, and he actually liked Panille. She should have known better than to befriend her, than to trust it. His sister had made the same mistake, and look where it got her. Burried beneath the ground. S'vrin could still see the image in his mind. It burned there steadily, the fuel to his anger. They would pay, all of them would pay.

If the Trelis riders didn't get through to the Weyrleader first. The old coot was upset by the knowledge of the kidnapping and flaming. He had been sincere in saying he had no clue what was going on. So easily fooled, all S'vrin had to do was ask for his wing to practice over the ocean on both those events. The man had allowed it. No doubt he was growing suspicious though, especially with fingers pointed at one of his bronzeriders. Well, it had been his fault for letting that thing live. Now he was going to pay too.

Shaking his head, S'vrin looked up at the lesson again. Panille was going over etiquette. As if the dragoness deserved it. MyQueens do though S'vrinMine. They demand it, without, it makes it extremely difficult to do anything. Especially go through with your wonderful plans. Vezuryth's form nearby on a ledge didn't move at all as he spoke. The dragons that had come with the Trelis riders had him on edge lately, so it was nice for him to be calm for once. S'vrin didn't need that headache too on top of everything else.

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Pan sighed and shook her head. A candidate had did it wrong...again. She was simply asking them to name some parts of a dragon's body. Not too difficult really. Pushing her auburn hair behind her ear, the greenrider looked over at S'vrin. She both trusted, and hated him. Hated him for what he made his wing do, for what he made them fear. Trust though was a part of it. He had always protected her...from the time they were children. Looking back at the candidates, Panille nodded her head.

"Okay, how about we go over what to do and not do at a hatching?" She glanced around the candidates. Currently no Gold had a clutch or was about to Rise. So, this particular lesson would have gone unsaid for a while. Except....they really did have something didn't they? Not that she was allowed to tell them. Those that new of her, they feared what it meant. They feared other Weyrs knowing what they had hatched. Not to mention the fact that S'vrin was hell bent on making her disappear as much as possible.

Silly since it was his dragon that had flown her when she finally rised for the first time. Sighing, Panille pointed to a boy up front. Syanka was his name if she remembered correctly. "You. What's the first thing you do when you get to a hatching?" She put a hand on her hip, looking him in the eye. Her dragon, Iliath was sunning herself nearby, and raised her acid green head to look at him. The boy rolled his eyes. "Greet and thank the Queen of course. Every candidate in the sharding right mind knows that much. Who do you think we are? Two turn old holdbrats? I'd expect as much from a greenrider."

Panille narrowed her eyes as Iliath hissed. How dare you! Apologize now before I bite your head clean off! Pan raised a hand silently to calm her dragoness. "I'm not scared of her. You need us remember?" Syanka snorted and broke eye contact as if the candidatemaster wasn't worth it. He didn't see the hand that came at his face because of it. "That's for being such an arrogant sharder." Pan put a hand on her hip again. She hated hitting kids, but he really deserved it. She glanced her vivid green eyes over at S'vrin to see him smirking. She simply rolled her eyes and continued.

[Zero]

It all had happened quite quickly and at first Velkan had refused outright to partake when he was informed that he was to learn to be a candidate for the dragons. Dragons? Surely they couldn’t be serious. The thought had not once crossed the young Lord Holders mind once since he barged his way into the Weyr. His only goal had been to wait for that Trelis dragon that was sent to gather him then he could be done with Ista as a whole. Now it seemed he had been sucked into a whole different world and he wasn’t entirely sure he was in it to stay. Come to think of it, as far as he knew Ista’s Gold wasn’t egg-heavy nor were there any eggs on the Sands…Obviously it’s just a waste of everyone’s time then… The thought bounced around his skull, never reaching the open air, all that showed was the hint of a silent snarl twitching at the corner of his mouth.

At the moment he was in a small group of youths, who seemed to be around his age, who had all been gathered to the Sands and currently stood around a young, and quite beautiful, greenrider. It was clear that the woman had stolen all of Velkans attention and was currently demanding his brain to focus on nothing but her lips. Or was he supposed to be paying attention to the syllables those full lips were forming? Subconsciously his tongue had slipped out to quickly moisten dry lips. Either way it was clear she had his undivided attention, one way or another.

It was with a sharp slap of flesh against flesh that snapped the man out of his pleasant fantasy and his eyes quickly narrowed as they settled on the culprit who dared speak against their beautiful mentor. “Idiot…” He hissed darkly under his breath as a part of him itched to slice the outspoken boys tongue clean out. Has no one ever heard the saying that children are better seen rather than heard? At the lads remark to the Rider her Green quickly snapped her head in the groups direction and Velkan found himself standing a little too close for comfort and shifted his weight from one foot to the other, crossing his arms against his chest as he did. As much as he would love to see the other boy get tackled, Velkan wasn’t feeling too inclined to get in the way of any sharpened claws or snapping tails.

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[Zirin]

Oh man oh man OH MAN were lessons ever exciting! Vekoiyev glanced at his other classmates as the CandidateMaster went over some of the simple parts of a dragon’s body. Now, Vek was no stranger to the information, he had been around for the previous’ clutch’s lessons, so he figured it wouldn’t be too big a deal if he stopped paying attention for a moment. He noticed a fair number of the candidates seemed bored by the lesson. How? HOW COULD THEY BE BORED?! Wasn’t this the most exciting thing ever? Wasn’t learning fun? Especially learning about their future partners! Vek’s happy expression faltered for a moment. He shouldn’t get ahead of himself, after all he had already failed to impress once. This time would be different though. He knew much, much more now! A dragon would simply have to like him right?

His attention snapped back to the lesson as Panille began asking questions and Vek was positively flabbergasted. Had his fellow candidates not listened to the lesson? These questions were as simple as eating bubbly pies, and really, the knowledge was just as tasty in Vek’s young mind. Mmm bubbly pies… I wonder how they’re made… Vek’s attention lost focus a second time as he began contemplating the intricacies of making his favourite dessert.

He jumped suddenly at the sound of flesh hitting flesh and looked over to see one of the boys sporting a bright red hand print. Yikes! Vek had to admit, he had just learned an extra lesson: don’t piss off the CandidateMaster or her dragon! Apparently Aedion agreed, since the brown flit had launched himself down Vek’s shirt and now peeked out from the bottom of his simple tan tunic. How the flit held on, Vek wouldn’t never understand.

[Zara]

Eliitra stood at attention, as she always had when her grandfather had been teaching her. Swift was on her shoulder. They were rarely apart. The dark haired girl followed the Candidate Master's movements with her eyes. This all seemed so very pointless. There was no clutch on the sands. There was no reason for them to start this. But. Early preparation was one of the key factors of being able to take on a challenge, and, so, she was going to appreciate this chance to learn early entirely. It was worth it.

She, however, did not answer the question when it was asked, but rather, remained quiet for the time being. The Candidate Master would know who she wished to call on, as per usual, it would seem. But, then again, very rarely did anyone even volunteer to answer.

It was in her musing that she felt Swift tense slightly at a sound that could not be mistaken for anything other than what it was - the sound of flesh hitting flesh. Ah. The boy Syanka. It was not unexpected. Besides, his answer had been rather snide. Did he deserve it? Possibly. She turned her eyes back to the Candidate Master and watched her, doing her best to keep any emotion from finding its way to her face for the time being. This was a lesson. One had to at least appear focused and that was her goal for the moment. At least her dragon had not been allowed to deal with him as they would have all been in the way of that.

"After greeting and bowing to the clutch mother and thanking her for her allowance, you must go to your place and wait. Do not move towards a Hatchling unless it has chosen you, Candidate Master." Her tone was calm and respectful and her eyes were fixed forward as she recited what she remember as being next. It was a bold move, she knew. It was something she hoped would not earn her the same mark as Syanka. She felt the adrenalin deep inside her. She couldn't wait until this was over. She might as well loosen up a little she supposed... Swift seemed to agree with the sentiment as his talons shifted in there position on their shoulder. She couldn't help the small fleeting smile that crossed her face at that.