Post by diogenessbeast on Aug 13, 2011 7:44:01 GMT -5
((Just some wing practice that I thought might be fun and optional. :3 Anyone can participate, watching or flying. If you're flying in it, please have arrived before A'zeal explains things, in time to listen to the instructions. You don't have to be Waverunners to participate.))
The only reason A'zeal was on time to his own scheduled practices was the presence of Mali. She had ushered him out of bed at the proper time, gotten him to eat, and shooed him out the door with enough time to actually set up his little game. She hadn't come with him to set up- this was meant to be a surprise, mostly-- and it felt a little odd to be setting up stakes all alone on this misty morning.
He was rather proud of the stakes. Hollow and made of tall, light wood, they were stacked on one another to make them tall, with wide bases weighted down by rocks. Those rocks Marath had to carry- they were too heavy for him. There were seven in all, placed seemingly randomly across the weyrbowl. At the top of each was a big, flat paddle of very dense, hard wood. It looked.. rather strange, all and all.
He was just finishing placing the wood when the time to meet came around. He had Marath spiral in a neat landing and wait at the front of his little course, and checked his bag of firestone while he waited. He had told people to come with the stuff they'd need. When he looked up, Mali was already in her spot- he gave her a warm smile. A few moments more, wherein he waited for the wing, and he started.
"Er, Um. Hi everybody. Welcome to today's practice."
Marath snorted underneath him, already giving him instructions. Sound like you know what you're talking about. Don't say 'um', you're a wingleader, and wingleader's don't say 'um.'
"Oh, right." He said to his dragon, cleared his throat, and then spoke louder, to the group. "Right. Anyway, Wave Runners, this is a game I designed to help train some of our abilities. As you all know, we're the low wing-- we're going to need to be able to cross distances and be agile." He cleared his throat again, somewhat nervously, "since we're going to be picking off the thread that gets through the upper wings. Also I thought this might help for, um." His face darkened, and he ignored Marath's grumble beneath him, "You know, if the other weyrs decide to attack again.. good to know how to hit fast. So."
A'zeal gestured behind him, "The point of the game is to hit each paddle with your dragon's breath weapon. You start at the edge of the cliffs: launch off of one of the empty weyrledges, and choose whichever you want to go to first. After the first one, your next target is the one furthest across the way from you. The goal is to be fast. Time yourself between hits. It's not as high up as we actually fly, but the skills we're testing won't need the extra height."
He glanced around, gave a bit of a smile, and then nodded. "So, um. That's the rules. Any questions, or shall we get started?" He went ahead and preemptively fed some 'stone to Marath, looking around at his wing as he did so. It may've been early in the morning, but he, at least, was awake and ready for this.. and he hoped his wing was too.
The only reason A'zeal was on time to his own scheduled practices was the presence of Mali. She had ushered him out of bed at the proper time, gotten him to eat, and shooed him out the door with enough time to actually set up his little game. She hadn't come with him to set up- this was meant to be a surprise, mostly-- and it felt a little odd to be setting up stakes all alone on this misty morning.
He was rather proud of the stakes. Hollow and made of tall, light wood, they were stacked on one another to make them tall, with wide bases weighted down by rocks. Those rocks Marath had to carry- they were too heavy for him. There were seven in all, placed seemingly randomly across the weyrbowl. At the top of each was a big, flat paddle of very dense, hard wood. It looked.. rather strange, all and all.
He was just finishing placing the wood when the time to meet came around. He had Marath spiral in a neat landing and wait at the front of his little course, and checked his bag of firestone while he waited. He had told people to come with the stuff they'd need. When he looked up, Mali was already in her spot- he gave her a warm smile. A few moments more, wherein he waited for the wing, and he started.
"Er, Um. Hi everybody. Welcome to today's practice."
Marath snorted underneath him, already giving him instructions. Sound like you know what you're talking about. Don't say 'um', you're a wingleader, and wingleader's don't say 'um.'
"Oh, right." He said to his dragon, cleared his throat, and then spoke louder, to the group. "Right. Anyway, Wave Runners, this is a game I designed to help train some of our abilities. As you all know, we're the low wing-- we're going to need to be able to cross distances and be agile." He cleared his throat again, somewhat nervously, "since we're going to be picking off the thread that gets through the upper wings. Also I thought this might help for, um." His face darkened, and he ignored Marath's grumble beneath him, "You know, if the other weyrs decide to attack again.. good to know how to hit fast. So."
A'zeal gestured behind him, "The point of the game is to hit each paddle with your dragon's breath weapon. You start at the edge of the cliffs: launch off of one of the empty weyrledges, and choose whichever you want to go to first. After the first one, your next target is the one furthest across the way from you. The goal is to be fast. Time yourself between hits. It's not as high up as we actually fly, but the skills we're testing won't need the extra height."
He glanced around, gave a bit of a smile, and then nodded. "So, um. That's the rules. Any questions, or shall we get started?" He went ahead and preemptively fed some 'stone to Marath, looking around at his wing as he did so. It may've been early in the morning, but he, at least, was awake and ready for this.. and he hoped his wing was too.